You know, Hell isn't so bad.
Some people say it's too hot down here. Sure, the place is powered by nuclear fusion, but what's the problem with that? It's really quite comfortable.
Orin and I live here with Mistress Satori, and her sister, Mistress Koishi. However, they had both went up to investigate some things that had to do with some recent incident-that thing with Rumia and that newcomer...
Razu. That name leaves a bad taste in my mouth, after my encounter with him not too long before that incident. Him, the shrine maiden, and the witch...
I'll have my triumph. I'll get my revenge soon enough...I'll make damn sure of that.
Orin and I were indeed pets of Mistress Satori, but we weren't without our purposes. We both had jobs. Orin brings the corpses down, and I keep the core in check.
Control of the core just comes naturally to me. Ever since I gained this power, I've experimented with it, played with it, honed my energy, so that I can make the best of it. I can build fusion coils, cores, and I've even built a weapon-which I carry with me almost all the time-that helps me focus my nuclear energy and direct it toward my opponent in large amounts. In respect of the late yatagarasu before me, I had named it the "Third Leg."
I had a side panel of the Third Leg dismantled on a table in my private quarters. Assorted tools were strewn around it.
My room was placed close to the core-the temperature was the most comfortable there, and I wouldn't have to go far, should I have to check up on the core. The room consisted of a table in the middle for small-time hands-on repairs and modifications (a workshop table, if you prefer), a bed (which was big enough to accommodate my rather large wingspan), a small control panel for the intercom system which also displayed alert messages when necessary, and a countertop that served as another workspace. The only thing decorative was the large fusion coils-one in each corner of the room itself-which did not serve much more purpose than to provide sufficient lighting.
I was making modifications to the Third Leg, quietly readying for my revenge, specifically against the red-black annoyance. Suddenly, there was a knock on the steel door. I glanced over at the door, then huffed and sat the screwdriver I was holding back onto the table.
I pressed the button, and the door slid open.
"Dinner's been ready for ten minutes. I called for you...is your intercom working?"
I looked back at the intercom placement, which was totally blank on the wall. I shifted my glance over to the countertop, where the horn was taken apart and had screws and a screwdriver sitting next to it.
"Sorry, Orin..." She put her fists to her hips and shook her head. "I'll be joining you in a minute."
"I've already finished..." Orin sighed. "Just finish up and come whenever." The door slid shut.
I glanced back at the intercom pieces on the countertop. I guessed that I'd have to get that finished soon. It would be quite unfortunate if I missed an emergency announcement, after all.
Then I looked at the Third Leg. I stared at it for a good minute and a half, thinking about how I would take him down. Sighing, I decided that I was kinda hungry, and set out for the dining area.
