Let it all out
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“All-Father, please protect her holine—”
My slime drowns an android that can speak. For some reason, it was dressed like a pope with the body of a housewife in her mid thirties.
<I was writing her character design when suddenly, it hit me! An Archbisop that’s alsoa mecha. />
Don’t care, die. In fact, I’m here to kill you right now.
I’m currently standing in a flourishing canyon. At it’s centre stands a towering tree so large, if you stood at it’s top you could see the world.
<Don’t forget to mention that I’m an Marula tree! I quite fond of the liquor made from it~. />
So that really is you and your little Demon Lord down there.
<Does that make you a Demon Saintess then? I keep telling you, these defamatory labels aren’t—
[I KNOW THAT ALREADY!]
Onesidedly calling your enemies demons and devils. Waging war when we can’t even understand each others language.
Just because it’s in their nature to eat humans doesn’t make them devils! Are cannibals devils?
Obviously their not because then they’d be preadators and not cannibals. This whole war is a mess and I’m the Supreme Commander!
[I’m the one who waged this war!!]
<… You. Are you guilt tripping yourself into doing this?
<You are! In fact, you and your lot have changed the way speak compared from the last Saga.
<You all sound so stiff, so… Robotic. As if you’re not yourself.
<WHY?>
[You only noticed now? Some omniscient “god” you are.]
I can’t help but laugh at you. And my pitiful self who has to slaughter and enslave others, just for some peace of mind.
If it wasn’t for this war, I wouldn’t—
<MINOA>
“Our-Father.”
[!]
She just appeared from nowhere. A woman in her early twenties, brown skin like very earth and and leaves for hair that looked like and styled-afro.
Her eyes white like clouds but her scera as azure as the sky. As if the world, no, this very planet was born as a person.
<This is Satoo-Hana.>
[!!]
He didn’t add -chan at the end of my name.
“I see… Forgive me All-Father for not finding her, despite the might to do so. Sathoo Hannah, I am the Pope of all Children of our great All-Father, the Bless-ed.
“I, am Minoa ma’Munashe.”
[… Why did you come?]
“Because God wills it, and so that celestial maiden may retreat.”
As she said that, a solar flare erupts from the towering tree far away. As a slime, my eyes aren’t fazed by this and I see that ball of light escape into the starry night.
The Auroras that were dancing in the light seemed to chase after her and fade out.
<With that, we can let it all out!>
The Four Obsessions of Extraordinary Executives
- Patrick Lencioni
