Hmm.

It grates at you, letting these humans poke and prod at you with their silly mortal weapons. This entire incident? The best comparison… Is that you just saw one of Terminus City's infamous giant rats pop out of a sewer and take a shit on the floor in front of you, right as you were about to head out for a nice date. Filth begetting filth begetting filth.

Which is why it'll be so cathartic, watching your love take out the trash. Which she certainly will. You can see her expression using your peripheral vision. The way her eyebrow's twitching? The cheery, but irritated smile she's affecting? The way she's tensing her stance?

Ooh, she's mad.

That's pretty hot~

"… Infinity Princess would give you all one chance to reconsider your lifestyle," your love begins to say, interrupting the proceedings. "Because she's too nice."

"Say what?" One of the robbers turns his head, looking confused.

"Steele'd want to talk things out, and then if she couldn't she'd just shoot you and call up the TCPD. Me? I don't want to have to bother myself with you all, I have better things to do. Like sleeping. Or brushing my teeth. Or picking the dirt out of my fingernails," Luminous Libromancer makes to inspect her nails then, picking away at the ends of her fingers one at a time. "Darkness and blood, what a pain… Be good boys and die now, okay?"

It really is a thing of beauty, seeing an experienced Magical Girl at work. Luminous Libromancer doesn't even need to take out her focus, or any of her magical tools. She doesn't even need to transform at all. The speed and efficiency of her casting's such that mortal eyes wouldn't be able to follow her movements at all.

In your weakened state, you can barely keep up. You still see enough.

One spell's all Libromancer needs to defeat these idiots. A quick waggle of her finger moving mnenonically, her eyes glowing purple as she channels the tiniest bit of mana, and that's… A pretty devilishly complex cantrip laid out on these idiots. All that's left is to watch the fireworks.

The robber furthest away from you turns, aims, and depresses his finger on the trigger of his gun.

It promptly explodes in his hands. A catastrophic malfunction. An entropic curse, laid out upon him by the Magical Girl standing in front of you, effectively cursing this piece of trash with three year's worth of the shittiest, worst luck.

Subtle. Efficient. Nice.

He goes down screaming. Blood streams from the burnt, bloody stumps at the ends of his arms. The sharp scent of cordite and iron fill the air, the mangled wreck that was his weapon showers to the floor in a hail of scrap metal. Two of his compatriots have the same kneejerk reaction, they raise their pistols and try to fire at Luminous Libromancer.

Their guns explode too. Deafening booms rattle the store, shrapnel pings off the wooden floorboards. Screaming, mayhem, carnage.

The last two robbers take the hint and run for the hills. They don't get too far.

One trips on the floorboards. His bootlaces come undone at the absolute worst time. He loses his footing, and faceplants hard. His head makes a wet meaty thunk as the silly loon knocks himself out.

The absolute last robber makes it to the door. He's screaming shrilly. Beneath his mask you can see his pupils have blown. Sweat positively pours down his body, staining his clothes.

That's when the truck runs him over.

It must've swerved out of control minutes ago. It could've been a mechanical malfunction, it could've been negligence on the driver's part. Either way, the truck's swerved off the streets and barreled into the front of this bookstore, right through the front door of this bookstore.

The truck hits the last robber, ragdolling him. He's sent flying back, and he hits the shelves with a meaty crunch before flopping to the floor in a boneless, bruised and bloodied heap.

The whole thing couldn't have taken more than a few minutes.

A brief silence falls across the store, interspersed only by the pained whimpering of the brutally injured robbers. The ones that're still conscious at least.

Damn, but Luminous Libromancer fucked them up good. So, this is what a mistress of the mystical arts looks like in the flesh. Entropic magic is fiendishly complex. Curses are even more complex. There're a whole host of variables you have to consider when you're casting regular magic, never mind the idea of laying a curse on someone to specifically fuck them over as hard as you can.

It's part of the reason you've never bothered with that particular branch of magic, it's too much of a pain and you'll readily admit you're not smart enough to navigate through all of that nonsense.

Luminous Libromancer is, apparently, smart enough to navigate through all that nonsense and she made it look as easy as waggling her fingers. It takes a special kind of mind to make that look easy. A sadistic kind of mind...

Gosh, you're seriously in love right now. You can't help but fall in love with Luminous Libromancer all over again. The way she took those idiots apart, the cool nonchalance she displayed taking those idiots apart, her elegant gestures…

You worry at your lip as you feel a sticky trail begin to slide down the inside of your thighs. That's such a turn on. Damn, you'd just love to have her step on you with her slim, dainty feet. Of course, you'd be happy if it's the other way around~

You snap out of your stupor when Luminous Libromancer steps in front of you. A little squeak puffs out between your lips as as she cups your chin with her fingers, tilts your face up to look you directly in the eye.

"Are you alright?" She asks.

Aaaaaaah!

"Ye – Yes!" You manage to get out, feeling a blush spring across your cheeks. This. This is bliss. You'd love to stay like this, right in this moment. Just staring into those gorgeous purple eyes. It's all you can do to try and capture every nanosecond of this moment for future preservation.

"Okay. Now go to sleep like the rest of your coworkers. I need to make a phone call."

… Eh? You flick your gaze to the side for a brief moment. Sure enough… The other occupants of the store've fallen asleep, sprawled onto the floor, leaning against shelves. You see Henry's planted his face right on top of the register. The keys're leaving marks in his face, even as he drools on the register's screen.

Oh. She must be trying to keep her civilian identity secure. You'd heard whispers on the 'net that Luminous Libromancer was one of the more paranoid Magical Girls out there. A bit of memory alteration's probably in order for most of the people here. A more mundane coverup too, that's probably why she's making the phone call. She's calling one of her friends over.

… And you didn't fall asleep due to the fact that you're a Magical Girl too. A heavily 'corrupted' one, sure, but you've got your own set of resistances and powers. A simple sleeping spell tailored to mundane humans isn't going to affect you in the slightest.

… Shit. Is this the thing that's going to blow your cover?

"… Why aren't you going to sleep yet?" Luminous Libromancer hums, clearly curious. "Some people are more resistant… Could be a genetic thing. Maybe if I just up the amount of power…"

Shit, shit, this is not how you wanted to introduce yourself!