Memory 04

[itsalluseless]

Memory: Fun and games with the Stakes [ep3] (Trivial Negative)
Game: The Queen of Hearts' justice game
Day: 166
Form: Red velvet bag with heart-shaped raspberry jam tarts. 3/4 uses left.

BEATRICE: ......Come, try to remember. What form did you have? ...After all, right now, all I can see is a huge lump of scrap meat. I've no idea which part is the arm and which part is the leg. If you don't remember, I won't even be able to remember your face. *cackle*cackle*cackle*!

By the power of the magic, the pitiful pieces of meat began to remember what their form had been. Which part should go with which part, and where should join with where?

That's right, just like that. ...No, no, you should be a finger on the left hand. That's the right hand. That's it, good, good, *cackle*.

BEATRICE: ...Good morning. Have you woken up, Ushiromiya Battler? How truly ironic that being awake is even more like a nightmare.

BATTLER: .........*cough*, ...*cough*... .........eck, ...owowow......

BEATRICE: If you would just accept that I am a witch, you'll quickly awaken from this nightmare, and I'll send you to heaven. I am the king of Mount Purgatory. There's no way out of this hell without my approval.

BATTLER: Heh, ...hehehehe. You call this hell? That's just useless. Aah, it's all useless.

BEATRICE: The pain of death, which humans only have to taste once, has been given to you more times than I could count with all of my fingers, and yet, ...how can you keep talking like that? *cackle* That's why I don't get bored. I don't get bored of you.

BATTLER: Yeah, not bored at all. Anyway, I get to pick and choose from those big boob Nee-chans with dazzling asses in my harem. Thanks to that, I'm not bored at all.

BEATRICE: *cackle*cackle*, *cackle*cackle*cackle*! That's great. Otherwise I would be bored too. So, my furniture. I've fixed him, so you can play as much as you want.

MAMMON: Thank you very much! Kyaha, all mine!

LEVIATHAN: Didn't I say you're done, you're done, I'm next! Back off, waaah!

ASMODEUS: Ehheheheheh. Wondeful, isn't it Battler-ku-n? You're so popular, aren't you?

BATTLER: It's hard being a popular guy. Get in line, you beasts.

BELPHEGOR: If you didn't bluff and stayed obedient, this would be much easier.

BEELZEBUB: It's alright like this. His screams are more pleasant this way.

SATAN: Alright, let's not break him easily this time. Come on, your answer?!

LUCIFER: You aren't in control! So, Battler-kun. Let's continue where we left off, alright? After they locked Jessica-chan's room with the master key, how did they return the key to the corpse's pocket, which was inside the room?

BATTLER: ......For example......that's it, they used a fishing line or something, and just the key went back into the room through the crack of the door...

ASMODEUS: Kyahhahahahahahaha!! Wro-ng!

BELPHEGOR: So naive. Of all the doors that exist on Rokkenjima, none has a crack through which a key can slip.

LEVIATHAN: Wrong, wrong?! Right, this time me, my turn! Whe-re should I strike!

MAMMON: Me, back of the hand!

BEELZEBUB: That's me-an! Then, the back of the opposite hand!

LUCIFER: I'll take the tip of the nose!

LEVIATHAN: Why, why, let me do it too, let me strike too! Waaah!!

SATAN: Levia-nee sure is slow, we've always done first one wins, right?! Then, I'll take the top of his foot!

LEVIATHAN: Waaah!! Me too, me too-! I'll take his shoulder, alright!

BATTLER: Keh... You're sisters, right? Be nice to each other......Gwaaa, ......oh, ........hh...

BELPHEGOR: ......How can you withstand that? Why haven't you realized that your false courage actually makes us more excited?

BATTLER: Sorry, but...false courage and being stubborn are my specialty. No matter how you all try to speak in riddles, I definitely won't accept witches and magic...!

SATAN: Even though you can't explain anything with human tricks? Are you a moron?! Know your place!

LUCIFER: It's alright, we don't have to force him to accept it. Right now he wants to accept it, crying. Even now, he really wants to kneel down on the ground pitifully and beg our forgiveness!

BATTLER: Ugaah, guahgehgehgyahh...!!

And with that he dies again, only to be revived and killed again, and again and again...

Later, as the game is in its early stages, Battler finds himself alone with Lucifer.

LUCIFER: ......Humm. How could I, the oldest sister of the Seven Stakes of Purgatory, be called on for this level of work! ...Even though Beato-sama could have told one of the younger sisters, who look like they have so much free time, for something like this. Sheesh...!

BATTLER: Why so grumpy, nee-chan. If you're hungry, eat a cookie or something. Why don't I give you the last one? Ihihi!

LUCIFER: ......Hummmmm? How thoughtful. Then, shall I take one?

I lightly pushed the snack plate with the last remaining cookie on it over to her.

LUCIFER: Thank you.

As though coming as a period at the end of the sentence, a sharp sound pierced the table... The nails on three of her fingers had extended and gotten sharp..., and had stuck sharply between my fingers on the hand that was pushing the plate. ......It had happened in an instant, ...so for a while, I didn't even realize that her fingernails had grown.

The tips of those sharp nails were like blades with a red manicure. ......The spaces between the bases of my fingers hurt sharply. ......That razor-like blade was sticking sharply into the back of my hand between my fingers... By now, those three blades didn't even cause that right hand which I had carelessly outstretched to shake, and only resulted in a single line of cold sweat dripping down.

BATTLER: .........Whoa. ...Nee-chan, isn't it about time you cut your nails?

LUCIFER: Lucifer. ......That is my glorious name. The honored furniture who serves Beatrice-sama, and the oldest sister of the Seven Stakes of Purgatory. .........I'm not like those other disgraceful younger sisters. If you don't show the proper respect, you will regret it.

BATTLER: ...How would I regret it? I don't have a clue.

LUCIFER: ..........Heheheheheh. Stupid kid. ...Do you really want me to play that much? You really can't forget that much? I'll thrust my stake deep, deep into you and have you enjoy being gouged to the fullest, alright......? Heheheheheheheheehehehhh......!

BATTLER: ......You bitch. No matter when you knock me down, I'll keep saying the same line.

LUCIFER: Oh, really? I can't wait, you see? Ehheheheheheheh..........Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...!!!

Bang, killed again.

What he learned:
+ow
+ow
+ow
+Is this what being the detective entails? Getting your theories and body destroyed at the same time?
+Why am I so stubbornly trying to deny witches and magic, anyway? Isn't it...kind of obvious that they're real?
+Still, approval for past self's determination, +40 to laughing in the face of torture and death
+So apparently Beato has servants?
+Really terrible servants
+But also really hot servants
+...What was the deal with the red there?