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Yurei were ultimately just ghosts, and honestly, what could be so scary about something that already died once? With fists of fury and feet of furry, what violent retaliation launched by the specters roaming the chaotic warehouse ended up being almost totally ineffective. After all, what Devil Hunter couldn’t deal with fodder youkai? Outside of the singular citizen that was still alive, there were no other elements to worry about, after all. Hell, if it was just a group of yurei, they could probably just drop a bomb, blame it on a gas pipe explosion, and call it a night.

But if things were ever so simple, the entirety of the DHA wouldn’t be descending upon a warehouse, just for the sake of a single girl, would it?

No, beyond the schoolgirl ghosts, beyond the hobo-demon’s hand, beyond the definitely-not-noticed crow, there was a far greater evil lurking in the depths of the warehouse! The earth [i]rumbled[/i], concrete floor cracking and shattering as the walls themselves quaked at [i]His[/i] advent! Roots as black as the devil’s own sin burst out from the ruptured ground, tentacle-like vines swirling and entwining to form the internal framework of a fifteen meter tall monstrosity. Fearsome and menacing with a head formed of a deformed pumpkin, he roared out with a big [b][color=a2d39c]“ROAAAAAAAAARHGGHHHHHHHHH!”[/color][/b] as his tree-trunk arms flailed with fury.

[b][color=a2d39c]“YOU DARE DISTURB MY SLUMBER!”[/color][/b] the treant continued roaring, the vividly-colored mushrooms on his back pulsating and proliferating until it covered his whole body like a porcupine. [b][color=a2d39c]"DEVIL HUNTERS! I SHALL FERTILIZE MYSELF WITH YOUR BLOOD AND GUTSSSSSSSSS!”[/color][/b]

And with a swing of his mighty oak, the treant grasped onto the catwalk populated by so many of those fleshy, irritating, non-hibernating humanoids and wrenched it free of the walls to hurl that entire length of twisted metal towards the motorcycling, gasoline-igniting, spear-thrusting, anime-color-haired hunter.

It was certainly on like an oven now!

…

Once again, Hanafusa Shika found themselves distracted just as things were getting good. Alas, the weight of karma upon the unjust soul. With a practiced smile, the white-haired individual set their puppet to auto, and greeted their latest customer.

[color=a2d39c]“Hello, welcome to Eternally Yours. We’ve got a special on preserved Peace Lilies tonight, guaranteed to brighten up your rooms during these long winter nights!”[/color]

The suited man, humorless and bespectacled, coughed. [b]“Rosemary, hydrangea, and amaryllis.”[/b]

Shika’s head tilted slightly. [color=a2d39c]“Those don’t coordinate well. Would you like a recommendation?”[/color]

The man shrugged. [b]“No. The old man’s got strange tastes.”[/b]

The corpse flower’s smile became toothy. [color=a2d39c]“Roger dodger.”[/color]

And with that, Shika prepared the transaction.