"Alright Mr. Fortress, I'll see you soon." The girl lifted her hand toward the castle at its center, sticking her thumb and index straight out with the rest of her fingers curled in.

"Pew, pew" she shot her finger gun at the fortress's largest tower as a childish smile formed on her face.

"Oh, crap." The tower she targeted began to collapse as two gigantic holes destroyed its support.

I should probably apologize for that when I get over there. She winced, the impending duty of apologizing was not something she looked forward to.

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The gates are just open? They were going to let anyone just stride in here? Or was it because I destroyed the tower? The girl became embarrassed at the thought.

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised it's empty here. Not like these places are usually populated anyway." She paused at the open gates to the fortress. Now that I think about it, there were only those two that inhabited the same domain. So jealous.

The girl walked through the front gate, a voice rang out as she passed. "Welcome to the PuraPura Magic Castle. I hope you enjoy your stay!" The voice sounded like the energetic rambling of a girl no older than twelve years old.

She looked around as the giant bastion held numerous candy covered houses and large schools with glittering runes on top. "Really? Magic exists here? Such a childish concept." She touched the rune, it fizzled immediately. It's dying breath shot out a semi-transparent bright yellow glow.

I'm hoping the master of this domain is a young girl. Otherwise, this is all creepy. She turned her head back to the central castle. It's base was made of giant slabs of plastic bricks, several tall towers jutted out from the top of it. The singular entrance to this building was a set of two tall doors in the front.

"Knock, knock." The girl vocalized the words as she began banging on the door. The door began to bend underneath the weight of her strikes.

The girl started tapping her foot as she remained frozen at the door's entrance, waiting for someone to answer.

Patience is overrated. She lifted her foot ready to kick the door down before it creaked open.

"Yes? Were you the one who destroyed..." the man peaked his head outside the cracked open door before stopping, stunned at the girl's beauty. He looked to be a young man of about twenty, his physique toned.

"Hello! Let me introduce myself. I don't really have a name but people like to call me "The Goddess of Love," usually." The girl tilted her right hand and placed a peace sign in front of her face, an imitation of a popular idol's signature move.

"I can't believe your beauty. Are you truly the goddess of love?" The question surprised her, no one had ever played along with her game before.

"Indeed. I come with a divine guidance to lead my master down the correct path to find true love." She was pleased to finally have someone who would actually listen to her.

"Come inside, come inside." The man waved his hand, ushering her inside.

"Don't mind if I do." She pushed past him, swinging the door open as she rushed into the ornate hallway before her. Crystal chandeliers dotted the ceiling as frilly clothes lined the sides of the walls. The hallway floor was decorated with a purple satin material, slightly bouncing at her feet's embrace.

"By the way, I'm sorry for breaking your tower. It was an accident." She pushed and pulled her index fingers against each other, head held down in embarrassment.

"It's alright! Don't worry about it. It should only take a few minutes to fix anyway."

"Really? Thank you!" She popped back up at him.

She's so cute. Her joyful bounce, the sound of her voice and her innocence are just so intoxicating. He examined her face, drawn to all of its subtle movements, the ambiguity of her intentions strangely erotic. The thoughts drew him deeper into her spell, finding he was now unable to free himself. He was a prisoner to her will.

"Hey, quick question. Why are there so many magical girl outfits adorning the walls?" The girl pointed curiously at the seemingly endless array of frilly short skirt magical girl outfits that adorned the hallway.

"My master is a big fan of them." He gestured toward the outfits with a slow wave.

"Kinda creepy. Isn't he a little too old for that?" Her brows furled as she turned her eyes and locked with her.

"Certainly not! The magical girl represents the peak cuteness that a strong young girl can achieve. The power of innocence is nothing to scoff at. I mean, look at yourself." He winked as he smiled at her, the banter was refreshing.

"Okay..." she just wanted to change the subject after his strangely passionate reply.

An enormous door laid in front of them. It reached the top of the ceiling, locks strewn about keeping it secured shut. "Just one second, goddess of love." He said the words with intention, hoping the praise would draw her in closer. He gently caressed the door which opened at his touch.

I need to get myself one of these for my domain. She marveled at the door's subservience to his touch.

She peered through the crack as the door slowly opened. A throne laid before them, lifted off the ground with a set of ornate marble stairs on either side. Giant plastic slabs constructed the walls contrasting against the numerous beautiful tapestries that covered nearly every inch. The tapestries each showing a different young girl in a frilly outfit fighting against monstrous abominations.

"So, what brings you here?" He sat down on the dark red satin sheet that covered the golden throne

"My sources tell me that your master intends to make a significant inquiry of my master. I would like to confirm if this is true or not." Her tone was direct.

"And, who is your master?" His elbow rested on the throne as his fist held his head up, reaching out his other hand as he spoke.