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[center][h2][i][color=f7976a]Anath Homura[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[color=fdc68a]A single ruby-red eye reflected the scarlet sigil of discord in the sky, so she had thus seen the summoning symbol...

	With a sigh, she stepped into the decrepit diner and approached the one called Agthalan - the King of the Dark Below - whom was currently surrounded with other otherworldly wanderers; a diverse cast of characters all capable of calling upon cosmic power. All of them were here, and Anath Homura sighed again as anger burned bright and hot, akin to the fiery ferocity of a volcano, beneath the maidenly mien she showed; that virtuous visage of an angelic and richly-red attired magical girl.

	She bowed before her brethren, sistren, and kindred spirits, as she greet them with grim words: [i][b]"My... friends - I am surprised to see all of you here accompanying Agthalan. I wished others would be wiser rather than embracing this recklessness I see now."[/b][/i]

	Anath Homura arose from bowing and stared at each of the other deities with hints of disdain. She still spoke with courteous tones that deeply contrasted with her demeanor, then decidedly turned curtly towards the conclusion of her speech as she returned her attention to the god-king seated at the booth. [i][b]"I am here to persuade you to halt whatever mayhem and havoc you shall surely cause, Agthalan. Please return the RV to its rightful owner."[/b][/i]

	When the words left her lips, she knew that she would be enduring a very extensive migraine for an ephemeral, yet eternal, period of time. She had always known she would have a headache whenever it was a god like Agthalan whom was involved.

	She would have to harry him, should he swiftly flee from her now. She faintly hoped he would be reasonable.

		Almost certainly - the [b]IRS[/b] would be far from pleased.[/color]