This was back when I fought against Mannaroth in hell-

"Impossible!" Mannaroth yelled at half hp. Thanks for the tip, Gavr, without the convenient health point notifier I would have probably had to make the decision. "You broke though my delusion ability? How!"

His delusion was me being trapped in a sea of blood. In hell, there's lots of flesh and blood around anyways. Don't think I wasn't squeamish at all, in fact, I tried really hard back then. I was super, super scared. Okay, I cried like a bitch all the time but it was hell and I was eleven, I think? I think I said something like:

"I promised Gavr I'd take her out of hell. Even if it's just her I'll..." With a stone grin on my face, like a comrade that you could rely on in the most trying of times. An honorable friend, not lazy at all.

Wait, did it really go like that Gavr?

"Yes?" Gavr said.

No, no, back then I clearly asked you to seal away my memories to stop that delusion attack and act as my primary strategy and thinking apparatus so we could win. If I didn't offload the mental strain of things like fear, pain, and the desire for normal food, there was no way I could cast "Crimson Edge Final Flash Hell Spinning Goat Leg Stomp - Thunder Knight Of Lightning Skill: Third Form" to defeat Mannaroth combining my power with Buer's.

"Ah," Buer reminisced, a rare light tone in his lion roar voice. "That time I decided to fully serve under you because you sealed away your humanity with Gavr's help? Good times."

Okay anyways, since I did that, it was a lot harder to think of things because Gavr would handle logic and I would be chanting and learning secret skills while doing mental training 24/7 in my head. Getting out of hell was only because of Gavr's processing ability, there was no way I could have attained mastery of the hell magics, the curse compedium, that Crimson Edge sword Gramdrung which I really should find in my dimensional storage one of these days, and of course that secret final ability that was how I beat Satan.

Everything is thanks to Gavr. Or at least, that's what I remembered as I chewed on that donut. And that was also when I looked at the china girl manning the shop and sympathized with her as most of my humanity returned in an instant. Probably Gavr's fault, somehow. It didn't help that the demons Buer summoned were still intimidating the girl as she wet herself shaking.

In that moment my face came under my control, my mouth went into a small circle, and my eyes widened. Then I looked to the unfortunate situation and the donut I held in my hand.

"Well fuck," I said out loud in the donut shop. Using my own voice! I still remember the strain to this day! Of course, it got much worse after that, and I loathe to recall it because I-

Actually moved using my own body, breaking free of Buer's gravity magic.

"Buer! Unsummon those demons! Gavr! Fabricate a memory wiping spell this instant!"

It's embarrassing but I sounded like a spoiled prince. I hadn't heard that tone come out of my mouth, at the donut shop when I was 13 or so, since I was ten at my father's court. Wow, I really was a spoiled brat. Huh. I forgot that part. Maybe it's because what happened later at the donut shop that I don't think of old times like that much. This was the start of the pain.

"Memory spell fabricated, casting!" Gavr chimed in, aimed at the china girl and-

She turned into an alpaca. Imagine my surprise as I chewed my donut, staring into the alpaca's eyes as I contemplated my foiled efforts to resolve this situation as neatly and lazily as possible. My horror at my own behavior since I came to Earth sunk in as I tasted the donut's sweetness.

"Oh well," I groaned.

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This is what I heard later from my girlfriend Michelle about the situation that was unfolding already as I tasted the donut and recalled my humanity. She was there, doing her dark work as some official of some organization called INTERPOL she managed to sneak into. She's really a cyber witch-druid ninja angel from the seventh planet, but that's a long story how that turned out so I'll leave it at 'she was an INTERPOL agent' for now:

Bodies strewn inside a warehouse. Michelle held a napkin to her face scrunching her nose, her tight clothing and plaid short skirt were out of place and downright inappropriate at the murder scene. A detective was mumbling as lackeys ran about doing forensic things. It's a crime scene. There were, according to Gavr, 666 people I killed there in a pile. There are a lot of beautiful, green mountains in China, this was a red one. Now, this wanton murderhoboing actually had a goal according to Gavr. Had to take out the Triad, they almost summoned Shenlong using the dragon balls so Gavr directed Buer to crash the party because that might actually be a difficult fight if someone obtained immortality- again.

The detective, Michelle described him as the type with perpetual bags under his eyes and a cigar gritted in his teeth, admired the unholy body stack.

"You ever see anything like this at INTERPOL, Michelle?" gesturing towards the corpse mountain.

"Twice," she sighed. "But this time, it's a strange arrangement..."

"Yeah. Almost like someone used magic, huh?" The detective quipped and left Michelle standing there at the Triad corpse base camp.

The detective walked away into a nearby room, sent a surreptitious gaze and flipped out his phone.

"Dark Reunion will have to hear about this," he mumbled.

Meanwhile, at the chinese folded blood origami abstract art, Michelle turned off her eavesdropping spell by lowering her hand from her ear.

"Dark Reunion... better find this guy first. If he could take out this many people, then he might be a powerful ally..."

She pulled out the dowsing sticks and chanted the location magic. They turned to the left, and she wandered off following them, ignoring the narrowed eyes staring at her.