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Beelzebub continued to chew on the empty cup, making some really obnoxious noises as his teeth mashed against the paper and plastic. Jasmine almost didn’t notice the short samurai clear her throat. She slammed her stick into the ground, though. [i]Nomads…[/i] And, of course, she was after Beelzebub. The big guy really was a mixed bag.

“Well,” Jasmine said, trying not to sound too nervous. “He’s not a demon, he’s just, uh, my bat.”

“Oh,” Beelzebub said indignantly. “You tryna hide me away? You’ve just gotta teach these ‘demon slayer’ types a lesson; I’m tired of all this profiling!” Jasmine sighed. Could [i]one[/i] thing go her way today?

“Did you really have to blow that, Bee?” She asked.

“Well I’m bored,” Beelzebub said gleefully. “Besides, I don’t think this kid could exorcise an imp, so it’ll be good experience for ya, kid!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Jill piped up, having spent the length of the conversation sizing up Jasmine’s would-be opponent. “‘Hatanaka’ is a name with some history behind it. I’m gonna grab my belt, hang tight sis.” She turned to leave, but not before snatching Beelzebub straight out of the air and pulling him right up to her face.

“And if anything happens to her,” The Rider said with a hushed sternness. “I’ll make you wish you never made that little pact, got it?” The bat gave a nervous smile.

“You got it, chief!” Beelzebub said happily. She pushed him back towards Jasmine and vanished into the crowd. Jasmine looked Yoko in the eye for a moment, she was already a bit nervous, to be honest.

“Uh, Hey,” Jasmine asked nervously. “Is there a better place we can do this? Not a fan of doing the whole transforming magical girl schtick in big crowds.”