Via 'Oh! Cult!' and a catalogue he obtained by mail from an advertisement in it, Kristoph had obtained several objects claiming to possess 'spiritual powers'. He'd also acquired a few more books, and as boredom set in, he felt he should at least further explore this avenue for pursuing his goals.

In the spiritual sphere, he's probably some kind of god, so whatever ghosts he manages to conjure up can probably easily be controlled by him to perform his every whim.

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The Devil on his hand acquired an eerie pink glow.

"What the hell do you want?" snapped a female voice.

"Are you a demon?" queried Kristoph politely.

"No, I'm just a cute, innocent little girl!" the pink voice corrected. "And I hope you know you're pathetic at this. Can't even channel properly at all. You'll never be a spirit medium. They'll banish you and probably kill you… wait, you're a male, aren't you?"

"It would appear so."

"I only bothered to come here because of that devil mark on your hand. You're too worthless to call me properly, you're just lucky I was bored! So why did you waste my time calling me?"

Kristoph's voice was as neutral as if they were discussing the weather "I wish to use your powers to get revenge on Phoenix Wright. Kill Miles Edgeworth. Kill Maya Fey."

"Maya... Fey?"

The pink glow increased in intensity.

"Well... I'll at least listen to your plans."

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"Okay, I want to transform into your appearance, so they will let me out of here," Kristoph addressed the spirit through the devil mark, as he recalled the photos in 'Oh! Cult!'.

"Idiot! You can't do that! You're incompetent, with no spiritual powers!"

"Of course I have supreme powers," countered Kristoph. "I'm channelling you."

"Pretentious bastard! I'm doing all the work here! I can only enter the physical world by that demonic mark on your hand! I'm not actually in you!"

"But Wright can do it!" L. Hart's latest shocking expose had claimed that the Kurain Master's closest disciple could not only transform whilst channelling spirits, but also time-travel. There was even a 'photo' to prove it, an otherwise normal-looking person with that obscene spikey hair. Kristoph had envisioned being able to walk free as his body took on the appearance of this young lady.

"See this article?"

"I can't see, which is due to your inferiority!"

"Wright has spiritual powers. He can channel spirits. Can't you enter him and hijack his body?"

"Idiot. Spirit mediums are trained to not let their own psyche be hijacked." She suddenly paused. This was pathetic Feenie they were talking about.

"Sometimes it is possible to hijack the body of those who are weak. Mediums take precautions against this though, and the psyche always absents, so they don't know what's going on."

The spirit was struck by inspiration.

"If you can also call my familiars, I may be able to force Feenie to channel me."

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Kristoph seemed to be under the misapprehension that it was his entitlement to make these demands of her. Really, the burden of gratitude should be laden on him – he knew nothing about spiritual powers, and she'd only bothered to go to the trouble of entering the weak signals provided by his Devil mark for her own personal amusement.

Kristoph had compiled a detailed ream of plans he arrogantly expected her to enact. Force Phoenix Wright to make a complex sequence of legal confessions, stating that both of Kristoph's murder trials and the jurist system were all a rigged forgery, that Wright was the true murderer of Shadi Smith and Drew Misham and Kristoph a completely innocent party, and admit that he'd really forged the evidence in the Gramarye trial.

There was also a plan to kill some irrelevant individual known as 'Miles Edgeworth', along with various other stupid demands.

She mentally discarded all of these, except for the one task which furthered her own aims. 'Kill Maya Fey.' That was the best revenge she could still hope to get on Mia Fey, after all. She had to admit Kristoph's plan for execution was a nice touch. Manipulate Phoenix Wright's possessed body to begin killing her, then allow him to briefly return to conscious awareness just as he is killing her but unable to prevent himself physically completing the act. Revenge is amusing.

You jerk!

Maybe after Maya Fey is dead and her own agenda has had gratification. Maybe then she might consider bothering to implement some of his other goals. But only if I'm enjoying myself.

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Dahlia may possess no extreme spiritual talents, but she's managed to harness a few demonic familiars which she can use to enhance her limited control over the physical realm, since Kristoph's Devil Mark is channelling them for her.

The odious Gavin had been ranting about Feenie having 'powers' - even being able to channel. No doubt it's all a joke as much as Feenie himself is a joke, but it means she can't really plan in advance how she can manipulate him, his 'powers' might help him resist like those pretentious Kurain mediums, especially if she tries to replace his soul or impinge on his psyche. Not that Dahlia was one to plan in advance anyway. Her aim is gratification, and fun and gratification usually were ad-libbed.

Phoenix is asleep, and she partially awakens him by directing some of the ghostly butterflies under his nose. Phoenix sneezes, still largely in slumber.

Dahlia wills them to flit in a hypnotic pattern of light, scrambling the vision of his still-blurry eyes. Due to his state of only semi-wakefulness, the hypnosis succeeds satisfyingly well.

She's not going to try totally possessing him at this time, what with not yet knowing how much resistance her stupid target's psyche will have to her control and not having come up yet with the most satisfying strategy. Dahlia knows from the tedious childhood indoctrination in Kurain enough about these silly 'powers'. If she had tried to enter a Kurain Medium's psyche against their will to actually inflect total control or replace their soul, the medium would detect the attack, their power of will would overcome her weaker strength of hypnosis and her spell of control would break - with her explusion from their body. It's a pain, but she has to be cautious, even with Feenie. Instead she makes initial advances on moving his body alone, willing him to wander aimlessly in semi-autonomous sleepwalk.

Most Kurain mediums would have detected the intrusion by now. Feenie really was pathetic. Her force against his limbs grew bolder as she scanned for fun options via his hijacked retinas - Feenie-vision bathed in a pinkish tinge.

In the hall just outside his bedroom are displayed various ancient Fey family heirlooms. There's a brutal-looking ceremonial katana on the wall, surely capable of inducing a fatality in the correct hands.

No, Feenie hasn't entered the correct state of control to the level of him actually killing with it now- he'd probably wake from her hypnosis at such an extreme action. That would just be boring anyway, she decides, with everyone dazed and asleep, and she's still getting her bearings on actually using her Feenie Puppet. But she does manage to induce his limbs to dazedly remove it from the wall and stow it among the items he's taking on the training expedition tomorrow.

Tomorrow. She should be able to posess his soul properly and replace it against his will. Feenie did have some kind of spiritual capabilities, Dahlia had decided, as otherwise she would have been unable to enter him at all, but the spirit channelling ones were of a childlike patheticness and defenselessness. There to be exploited by ghosts and never controlled by him, and there was nothing the best tutor on Earth could ever do about it.