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"Utterly stupid."
The place where Trissy had fallen rapidly petrified, layers of grayish white surging straight toward him with destructive black flames. Meanwhile, the shadow at the bottom of the mausoleum gave a mocking laugh. "I do have some interest in you, but if you insist on doing this, I'll have to teach you that majesty cannot be violated."
"Hey, Primordial Demoness."
He asked:
"Do you want to become the 'Origins of Disaster, Calamity of Destruction'? Of these two pathways, you're a true god, while the Hunter is only Sequence One. If you submit to me and become my subordinate deity, the first thing I'll do upon returning to my divine throne is help you attack Intis and kill the War Angel."
Trissy abruptly stopped falling, coming to a sudden halt in defiance of mechanics, but the calamities and falling meteors did not stop.
Trissy looked down at the shadow below, a soft, seductive smile that definitely did not belong to her appearing on her face:
"Distorter of order, will you truly fulfill your promise?"
"Hah!" George Augustus laughed. "Don't imagine yourself so seductive, Demoness. You cannot charm order and iron law. What do you have that would make me break this promise and attack you? Do you have a sefirah, or a Sequence One of the Justiciar pathway?"
"What an interesting attitude and tone. You remind me of Solomon."
Trissy spoke gently, her hair turning into slender little snakes that coiled around her fingers before she tore them off. She looked at the Shadow of Order, all smiles, then suddenly turned into a flaming meteor even faster than before:
"If you really were Solomon, or Roselle Gustav, or George Augustus, that would be one thing. Your terms look tempting enough, but you are the mental imprint of this