It's very difficult to be a demon in this nasty Japanese world. But let's start from the beginning...
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Firstly, it was very hard for me to come to terms with the fact that I suddenly became a demon of control. The question is... why? I was sitting at home, not bothering anyone, drinking beer, smoking, having a heart attack and then BAM, and I'm Makima... What, why, where??? I don't know who or what shoved me into absolutely talentless, clumsy, graphomaniac, low-grade Japanese reading for underage yellow-bellied kids, but it's not like I liked it... But I came to terms with it...
I resigned myself to it when I had to look after a pubescent identical degenerate from a cheap cosplay of the movie "Texas Smear Shit" named Denji (Fuck, what kind of name is that?)... I resigned myself to it when I had to pacify various low-ranking demons like "Signor Tomato" from the fairy tale about Cipollino. I also had to deal with the scourge of toilets and sewers named Power (No, seriously, the author of the manga has problems with names), which I, without embellishment, coped with just fine. As they say: - No body - no business.
I also had to put up with the Japanese mentality and work ethic... No, that's just too much. Not only do they constantly bow, wriggle, and cringe, but their prefixes "San", "Kun", "Dono", "Chan" and other phrases simply cut my ear just like the Damascus steel of little Jews in the Arabian Desert, but no-o-o-o-o... The main thing that destroys your healthy psyche the most is the constant - "Sorry". Knocked on the door - "Sorry"; opened the door - "Sorry"; entered the room - "Sorry"; Approached the table, bowed "Sorry"; sat down - "Sorry"; addressed - "Sorry"; finished and stood up - "Sorry"; apologized for apologizing - "Sorry"; bitch, sighed once more - "Sorry"... "Sorry", ...
Enough, for God's sake! And so on all the time... All day, every day, until my brain melts...
It is worth noting that "my" new body was already different from the old one, and very different. I almost never get tired. I almost never need to sleep, a maximum of a couple of hours a month under heavy load. There are no psychological problems either, and emotions do not affect the body in any way. Moreover, I can control my hormonal background, mood and almost everything myself... But how then did they bring me to the point that I almost destroyed half of Japan? Well, everything is relatively simple here.
Puberty, love triangles, madhouse in the office and reports, and puberty, my "new favorite sisters", and fucking demon gun!
Finding it was a real challenge, and destroying it was even more difficult, at least due to the fact that in this "real" world, the idiotic rules that the author of this graphic slag came up with don't work.
Let's start with the fact that even if a "file-man" kills a demon, this "nonsense" will not disappear from "people's memory". He simply, in some completely absurd way, ends up: A - sealed in Hell for an "indefinite period"; B - his current personality is kind of "erased" and he remembers nothing. Therefore, a question about mechanics: Where did the demons of Nazism, communism, the nuclear bomb, war, syphilis, AIDS, fighting ninja-faggots, Islam, LGBT+, pregnant children, ninja turtles and slavery go? The author pointed out that "everyone forgot about them" ... But no, not a fucking thing. Everyone remembers everything, they just stopped being so afraid of it and for some reason almost never discuss it. Does this mean that there is no way to get rid of demons? The answer is - you can! But only if you're very careful... My caution was to steal the power of the "file-man" and deal with the gun demon myself, because there was no hope for the blond moron. And in principle, I succeeded, although not in full.
I can't grow chainsaws from my arms and legs, which is not so bad by the way, I may be a rich lady, but with such prices for textiles and fabrics with suits you can, like, go fuck yourself. But I got the ability to "absorb" and "seal forever" demons in hell, as well as improve my other abilities.
Speaking of capabilities, the original "Makima", according to the "Lore of the Manga", could use any powers of beings that were under her complete control/subordination and/or signed a "contract" with her, in full and at full power, and sometimes even stronger than the original users.
Therefore, as the new Makima, I have access to so many perks and goodies that almost no one in "this world" can really oppose me. And with the "improvements" received from absorbing Pochita, I was finally able to deal with the demon-gun and "gobble" it up. It turned out really great. This is a success, ladies and gentlemen!
True, in the process of eliminating it, half of India and almost all of Pakistan were destroyed to dust, but that's not that important… Let's keep quiet about it…
And after all this, after all my "brilliant plans, multi-move plans and combat operations", I, as the most successful careerist, manager and performer, deservedly wanted to write myself a vacation and go to my "home" city - Samara, at the most unexpected moment all sorts of evil spirits crawled out of Hell like the "Demon of Darkness" and my "beloved relatives". Thank God we did without "Death", because Justin Bieber no longer gives concerts, and "Death" is his main fan.
But seriously, the Famine and War were the hardest to deal with.
The power of demons is very dependent on the fear of people. And if to put it simply and in more detail, then the demons of this world are very similar to the creatures of the Warp and the dark gods from Warhammer 40k. They vitally need "Gavahh", the dark energy of fear and suffering, to maintain and increase their strength and energy. And in the case of War and Famine, it was even worse, because these are the "fundamental" fears of the human race, along with "control", "darkness" and "death".
As soon as I received information about the imminent arrival of "my family" for an unexpected vacation in the country of "child pornography", I urgently had to take control of almost the entire Japanese government to abruptly launch all sorts of state programs to improve healthcare, launch cheaper and mass production of food products not only for the residents of Japan, but also for the poorest countries of the third world. Also, against the backdrop of the panic about the "War" that was beginning to increase at a shocking pace and the conflicts that had flared up in the Middle East, it was also necessary to create a huge number of volunteer and volunteer rapid response groups to provide assistance to sick and infirm refugees, as well as to place them somewhere, employ them, maintain order, and during all this, also look for War and Famine, simultaneously building a plan for the preliminary sealing of any passage from Hell, in order to prevent a possible attempt to break through the Hellish space from "Death" and its army of small demons-suckers. Justin Bieber was the first to be eliminated. (Yes, I did it, well, cry, what can I say)
When War and Famine were discovered by my network of agents, it was time to act.
Initially, the city of Tokyo was evacuated, where a huge trap seal was prepared, consisting of many small seals, spells, amulets and other witchcraft gadgets. Then, my task force, represented by well-known individuals, was well fed, injected with all sorts of combat stimulants and fucked hard and stylishly to the point of exhaustion, for maximum efficiency in carrying out combat missions. I, together with the strike group, acted at the forefront, while the Japanese army, together with my personal PMC "Dolboebi", equipped with artifact and enchanted firearms, tanks, artillery and drones, awaited orders at the positions, preparing to act as a second front.
September 3, at 20:31, Operation "Demon Ass Break-In" began.
This event can be described in one phrase: "Good old ultra-violence…"
My "beloved sisters", although they had not fully recovered, were ready for a fight and wanted to remember me for "all the good", which I fundamentally disagreed with, because "I", personally, had done nothing to them.
War and Famine fought zealously and desperately, but with skill and ability. The losses were colossal. The First Japanese Army, numbering about 100,000 people, was completely cut out by the "minions" of War and all sorts of evil spirits that were subordinate to Famine.
All sorts of snakes, malarial mosquitoes, flies carrying staph and bubonic plague were an incredible problem, and the corpses of killed soldiers replenished the ranks of the enemy both with their bodies and with blood and meat, which went to strengthen the Famine...
Honestly? It's my fault, I admit. But without these sacrifices, there's no way we could have completely locked up the two horsemen and subsequently destroyed them forever.
Yes. This time, thanks to rituals, abundant human sacrifices and my "Power-Up" I was able to erase from this reality the physical and spiritual embodiments of the demons of War and Famine. Their physical embodiment, as well as the spirit, will never appear in this reality again, no matter how many times and how much people fear it.
And this is another success, comrades!
True, I was able to profit from their power only in a very, very small amount, but what is, is...
Only Death remained, but with the "destruction" of War and Famine, space stabilized and Death could not enter our world... Well, I also installed about 250,000 totems-beacons-space stabilizers all over the globe... Well, these are just small things...
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And now I'm on the plane. I'm sitting comfortably in business class, sipping whiskey, smoking excellent tobacco and waiting for arrival in the beautiful city of Samara, when suddenly the plane shakes violently, ley lines are greatly distorted, space-time begins to storm, and I literally evaporate from the plane and my world and find myself in some godforsaken, slightly snow-covered forest, which is filled with strange negative energy, giving off cold...
- Hmm... Whoever it was... I will check so that he would be o-o-o-very... IT PAINS...