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sometime post into the city; action

[belheir]

[Well, he's no longer sore anymore, and his magic reserves have mostly stabilized. Mostly, considering between his big fit out in the desert blowing up the animals and the area (that he wouldn't call a fit), and constantly summoning demons that could heal the refugees, it made sense that he had been running somewhere a little less than empty.

And it's not something he's particularly used to. But again, he's mostly back to baseline.

Not that it doesn't mean he wont drape himself on Naoya as he works like some sort of needy child.]

You need to get the summoning server back up and running here.

[It was so much easier to summon demons from a COMP than to use his own power...]

🔒

[belheir]

[ On a day like today... Kazuya is far, far from home. If only so he doesn't have to be physically present for Naoya's ire. When he finally works up the nerve to actually open up about something pretty serious... ]

Josh knows I'm the King of Demons, just so you know.

[ No lead up, no hey, how are you doing, nothing.

Surely Naoya will appreciate him not mincing words?]

action;

[belheir]

[Kazuya has been pacing. Kazuya has been pacing and near irritable for almost an entire month now. And it's something that's gotten worse and worse as time has gone on since the festival. It can't be helped! There's a lot to think about. A lot to go over. And a lot to consider.

He'd never change his decision, that much is true, but he can't help but think of the what if scenarios now. Before he'd only known about his own choice in siding with Naoya, and the choice another him had made wherein he'd become the Messiah.

And now a third one. Neither, a path that would have let him keep his humanity, keep a relatively normal life at the end of things, though he's also been pouring over that too, thinking of the catastrophe's that would undoubtedly happen to the world where the government which had locked them in as sacrificial lambs had control of the demons.

It's not good. It's not pretty either, and he sits on the couch, fingers clenched tight into the fabric of it as dark flames lick up his arms. They're not harming the fabric, so it's clear Kazuya is still retaining some control of his emotions, even if they're running hot at this point.

He'd made the best decision he could have with the information that had been presented to him. But had he missed something? What if there had been a way to resolve everything and still remain himself?

It's thought's like that that have been weighing heavily on his mind, and in a moment of unbridled anger and rage, Kazuya lashes out, swiping everything off the coffee table in front of him in a brutish motion before covering his face again.]