Finale

"Yeah, I'm really serious about you."

Walking to her, he readied the mishmashed mess that was his sword.

Seeing no clear way to win, Emilie gently closed her eyes, and with a faint smile, said:

"Haha… you're pretty strange, but my type is also strange… whatever, do what you gotta do."

With a brief moment of hesitation, with both hands conjoined, he brought the blade over his head.

Tozue's long red hair swayed and bobbed with every slash he made.

Small tears occasionally welled up, rolling down his cheeks.

The car's horns still blared.

People still watched from their windows.

The black-suited blonds he possessed started to dwindle in number, as he continued to cut her.

Until there was none left standing.

Tozue's swarm reconvened, giving him back all of his extra arms.

His horn sank back into his forehead.

His appearance was now… almost completely human, save for the four arms and brightly-colored organic armor he adorned.

Left with a mass of silt, dust, dead bugs, and dirt in the street, he looked to the floor.

The various stone pebbles in the large pile were… her.

His blade was now left silent and without screaming, other than the faint sound of wing's buzzing.

He wedged it into the mound, as it was now useless.

He sat in the pile, picking up one of the fragments of Emilie.

"…Completely… serious about you."

Almost an hour had passed, and eventually, someone with common sense called the Japanese Public Safety Administration on their landline phone.

Slightly tossing her up in to the air and back down, with his eyes now looking to the sky, he heard the sound of multiple cars approaching.

Not looking away from the stars, he heard the clanking of a door opening and closing.

In the back of his head, Tozue heard drowned-out traces of Mister Insect speaking to him:

"…Un… dumba… run…"

Ignoring it, he heard a much clearer voice from the group of black cars.

"Oh… is this your handiwork?"

His face upwards, he side-eyed to his right, to where the woman's voice originated from.

Chills went down his spine and his eyes widened, upon seeing her appearance.

She wore black slacks with a tie, and a white button up.

Her hair was dark red, with a braid going down the middle of her back.

Multiple rings surrounded her pupils.

It was like he looked in a mirror.

Tozue felt imminent danger coming from her.

He tightly gripped the pebble of Emilie.

"You smell a bit strange."

She was tapping on her left nostril.

As she approached, he saw an old man emerge from another car as well.

Grey, parted hair, with multiple scars scattered across his face and a long, black coat.

Instinctively, he backed away from her until he could move over to the old man at the cars door.

The dirt beneath them scrunched with every step they took.

As she watched him maneuver over to the other devil hunter, and with a seemingly smug grin, she asked:

"Am I frightening you?"