[Location: Empire State Building, New York]

Meanwhile, at the front of the Empire State Building, three figures could be seen… arguing?

"Great! Now only Ariandal, Aurellie, and Regalia are left stuck in Hell." The one with long pink hair huffed dramatically, arms crossed under her chest as a seductive aura rolled off her without effort. She shot a glare at the purple-haired girl. "And you said this plan was foolproof."

The purple-haired girl — petite, elegant, with an icy expression bordering on permanent irritation — slowly turned her head with a deadpan stare.

"I didn't say foolproof," she corrected calmly. "I said mostly stable. Mostly."

The pink-haired one gawked at her. "AREN'T those the same thing in magic-talk?!"

"No," the purple-haired one replied, dead serious. "Not at all."

The third girl — long black hair, soft cheeks, slightly chubby in the cutest possible way — hugged an oversized paper cup of milkshake like her life depended on it. She nervously looked between them as their auras began to spike.

"M-Maybe we shouldn't fight here…?" she squeaked. "It's a human city. People are looking."

Indeed, several tourists had stopped to stare — some in confusion, some because three absurdly beautiful women were arguing in public, and at least one because the pink-haired one's chest bounce physically defied the laws of mortal physics.

The pink-haired demoness flipped her hair, sending a ripple of pink mana through the air.

"Let them look. I haven't been in the human world for a thousand years. If they want to gawk, they can gawk."

The purple-haired one pinched the bridge of her nose. "Valeria, control your aura. You're leaking pheromones. Again."

"It's not my fault!" Valeria protested. "It's the weather. Or my mood. Or— whatever, okay?!"

The black-haired girl raised her hand timidly, still sipping her milkshake.

"I-I think it's just you…"

Valeria gasped in betrayal. "RAVVY, NOT YOU TOO!"

Ravvy flinched. "I-I'm sorry! Please don't take my food!"

Valeria sighed dramatically. "Fine. I forgive you. The milkshake can stay."

Ravvy visibly relaxed, hugging the milkshake tighter like it was a sacred treasure. Valeria, satisfied with her regained authority, flipped her hair again — this time causing a car alarm across the street to beep from the pressure wave of enchantment she unintentionally released.

The purple-haired girl closed her eyes.

"…That was unnecessary," she muttered.

Valeria pointed dramatically at her. "Ezravia. Don't start."

Ezravia didn't even blink. "I'm not starting. I'm stating. There's a difference."

"There is no difference!"

"There is absolutely a difference."

"There is never a difference!"

Ravvy nervously took one tiny step back as the pink-haired and purple-haired demoness squared off like two magical cats preparing to claw each other.

Her milkshake straw trembled.

"I-I know we're stressed," Ravvy whispered, voice barely audible under the rumbling of their mana. "B-But maybe we should focus on… um… the actual problem?"

That finally made Ezravia pause.

Her violet eyes shifted from Vaelira to Ravvy with calculating coolness.

"…Fine," she conceded. "Let's review."

Valeria raised her hand enthusiastically. "I know this one! The problem is: all the teleport gates collapsed because SOMEONE—" she shot Ezravia a glare "—didn't calculate the rift turbulence properly!"

Ezravia's eyebrow twitched. "The rift turbulence changed because someone—" she eyed Valeria pointedly "—released too much Lust mana during transit."

Ravvy choked on her drink. "D-During the spell?! Vaelira—"

"I WAS EXCITED, OKAY?!" Vaelira snapped. "It's been ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Since I woke up and Dominic isn't a pile of bones, so EXCUSE ME for having emotions!"

Ezravia's cold expression cracked just a little.

Not with sympathy.

With judgment.

"Your pheromones nearly destabilised the entire multidimensional tunnel. I had to anchor the corridor by hand manually."

Valeria threw her hands up. "Well, maybe if SOMEONE didn't choose the EMPIRE STATE BUILDING as the arrival point—"

Ezravia stared.

"…It's the strongest mana node in New York."

"It's also COVERED in humans, cameras, tourists, UFO conspiracy theorists, and pigeons!"

Ravvy slowly raised her hand.

"I-I like pigeons…"

Both turned to her.

Ravvy froze.

Slowly lowered her hand.

Then took another sip of her milkshake like a hunted animal.

Ezravia exhaled. "Regardless… Ariandal, Era, and Regalia will arrive once mana stabilises."

Valeria groaned loudly. "Which will take HOURS. Maybe DAYS."

Ravvy nodded anxiously. "And… w-we still don't know where Dominic is."

The moment the name left her mouth, Valeria's entire aura shifted.

From dramatic frustration—

To simmering, intoxicating eagerness.

Her eyes glowed pink.

Ezravia's expression stiffened just slightly — the only sign of her own deeply buried emotions.

Ravvy hugged her cup like a plush toy. "D-Do you think he'll recognise us…?"

Silence.

Then Valeria scoffed, flipping her hair again with enough force to make a tourist's hat fly off.

"Obviously, he will. I'm unforgettable."

Ezravia deadpan stared. "You look completely different from a thousand years ago."

Valeria froze.

Her left eye twitched.

"…Excuse me?"

Ezravia listed on her fingers.

"You dyed your hair. You changed your horns. You changed your tail shape. You modified your aura signature. You completely reshaped your body because 'humans like curves,' and you installed—"

"DON'T SAY IT!" Vaelira shrieked.

She covered her chest protectively.

Ezravia paused.

Then, I continued anyway.

"…you installed mana-reactive glamour enhancements to make them bounce."

Several humans walking by tripped.

Valeria flushed scarlet. "IT WAS FOR DOMINIC, OKAY?! I WAS BEING THOUGHTFUL!"

Ezravia stared at her with a blank face. "You were being an idiot."

Valeria stamped her foot. "Say that again, I dare you!"

"You were being an—"

Ravvy suddenly squeaked loudly.

"G-Girls! Look!"

They turned.

A group of people were staring at them... at them, directly bypassing the camouflage spell casted by Ezavia.

"Ezavia, you dropped the spell already?" Valeria raised a brow.

Ezravia blinked.

"No," she said calmly. "I didn't drop it."

Valeria frowned. "Then why are the humans looking DIRECTLY at us like we're a magical girl trio about to start singing?"

Ezravia's eyes narrowed. She extended her fingers — a subtle pulse of violet mana rippled outward.

Nothing changed.

Humans were still staring.

Not confused.

Not dazed.

Not seeing illusions break.

They were staring like they could see the truth beneath the glamour.

Ravvy's milkshake straw popped from the pressure of her tightening grip.

"U-Um… I can smell something... It's like a wet dog."

Valeria and Ezravia said it in perfect unison, their expressions twisting with equal parts disgust and annoyance.

"Werewolves."

Ravvy's eyes widened. "W–Werewolves are here? Why?!"

Ezravia's fingers flicked again — this time sharper, more surgical. A thin circular sigil expanded across the pavement, invisible to humans but clear to demon eyes.

A tracking grid.

Ezravia's voice dropped into that cold, clipped tone she used whenever things became inconvenient:

"…Multiple signatures. Fifteen. No — sixteen. Approaching fast."

Valeria groaned loudly.

"Oh, for the love of— WHY are mutts ALWAYS sniffing around whenever we appear?! Do they have radar for hot demonesses?!"

Ravvy whispered, trembling, "Maybe… maybe they're after the milkshake…?"

Valeria stared at her.

"…No one is after your milkshake, Ravvy."

Ravvy protectively shielded the cup anyway.

Ezravia stepped forward, heels clicking sharply against the ground. Her purple aura tightened around her like a thin veil of knives.

"They're coming from underground service tunnels."

A beat.

"And they are not friendly."

Valeria's eyes lit up with wicked enthusiasm.

"Ohhh, perfect. I've been DYING to hit something."

Ravvy panicked. "W-Wait, we can't just fight in the middle of New York! Dominic might—"

"—sense us?" Ezravia finished calmly."Yes. And that is exactly why we should remain calm, undetected, and—"

A manhole cover exploded.

Valeria: "…"

Ezravia: "…"

Ravvy: "Eeek—!"

The metal disc shot twenty feet into the air like a launched coin, spinning wildly before embedding itself into a billboard advertising Broadway tickets.

A cloud of dust burst upward.

A low, rumbling growl rolled out.

Then—

Sixteen massive werewolves crawled out of the shattered pavement — fur bristling, claws extended, eyes glowing gold with primal mana.

Tourists screamed.

People fled.

Cars honked.

One guy fainted.

Valeria blinked twice.

"…Okay. Maybe they are after the milkshake."

Ravvy whimpered and held her drink like a newborn.

One of the werewolves stepped forward — bigger than the rest, easily eight feet tall, muscles like boulders, wearing tattered jeans and a vest that definitely did not fit him anymore.

He sniffed the air once.

Twice.

And then—

His golden eyes locked directly onto the three demonesses.

"You three."His voice was a gravel grinder.

"You reek of Hell."

Valeria smirked, placing a hand on her hip. "Heh. Thanks. I moisturise."

Ezravia didn't blink. "State your purpose before things escalate."

The alpha growled.

"Puny demon, you're coming with us."

The alpha's lips peeled back, revealing rows of jagged fangs. The remaining pack fanned out behind him, forming a semicircle.

Valeria raised a hand.

"Okay—pause." She pointed at herself. "Do I look like someone who takes orders from a flea-ridden chew toy?"

A werewolf snarled.

Tourists shrieked and ran.

Ezravia stepped slightly forward, her tone flat as bedrock.

"State. Your. Purpose."

The alpha cracked his neck.

"Our Elder smelt Hell tearing open. He sent us to investigate."

His eyes narrowed.

"And what we found… is three of the seven Satans' daughters walking around Manhattan like they own the place."

Valeria brightened instantly.

"Awwww, you recognise us? See, Ezra? Some people DO appreciate a glow-up!"

Ezravia didn't bother looking at her.

The alpha continued.

"And—"

"Don't even think about stalling. SURROUND!"

Instantly, the remaining werewolves lunged outward, forming a tight circular enclosure around the three demonesses.

Valeria blinked.

Ezravia exhaled very slowly.

Ravvy squeaked and nearly dropped her milkshake.

The alpha pointed a claw directly at them.

"By order of the Elder Council—You three are to come quietly for questioning."

A heavy silence.

A gust of New York wind rolled by.

A paper cup tumbled across the street.

Valeria finally spoke.

"…Quietly?"

Ezravia closed her eyes."Oh no."

Ravvy hugged her milkshake like a shield.

Valeria placed a hand dramatically over her chest.

"You want me…" her voice dripped disbelief and offended dignity, "…to come QUIETLY?"

The alpha, oblivious to the suicidal nature of his request, nodded firmly.

"Yes. Quietly."

Valeria turned to Ezravia with a look of pure hurt.

"Ezra. He said it again."

Ezravia rubbed her temple."Vaelira, please—"

"No, no, no." Valeria stepped forward, aura flaring. "I need to confirm this because I might be hallucinating. You… want us… Hell's Princesses… to walk into a werewolf den… quietly?"

The alpha bristled. "Our Elder insists."

Valeria's smile sharpened dangerously.

Ravvy whispered, "O-Oh no. Oh no no no—"

Ezravia finally opened her eyes and muttered like someone already exhausted by everything:

"He said the Q-word. It's already over."

Valeria's pink aura flared violently — but not outward.

Upward.

It spiralled into the sky like a beacon of Lust mana, crackling the air, causing three passing drones to fall out of their flight paths.

The alpha stepped back instinctively.

Then Valeria pointed at him with the fury of a betrayed goddess of seduction.

"You listen to me, fluff-beast—I haven't seen my fiancé in a thousand years. I got stuck in a rift that made my horns frizz. I am hungry, cranky, magically jet-lagged, and my boots hurt."

She stomped once — and the pavement cracked.

"And now YOU want me to come quietly?!"

Ezravia sighed.

Ravvy shrank into herself.

Valeria leaned forward, eyes glowing neon-pink.

"Absolutely. Not."

She snapped her fingers.

A tiny pink spark flicked off her nail.

The alpha blinked.

"That's it? That's your attack—?"

The spark hit his nose.

Poof.

A burst of shimmering pink fog enveloped him like glittery cotton candy.

For exactly two seconds, nothing happened.

Then—

BOOM.

A shockwave of compressed Lust-mana detonated point-blank.

The alpha werewolf was launched backwards like a ragdoll shot out of a cannon, smashing through a hot dog cart, a taxi roof, and finally embedding into a streetlight.

The pole bent at a perfect 90-degree angle.

Valeria dusted her hand proudly.

"I call that move: Pink Missile."

Ezravia stared at her.

"…You're a menace."

Ravvy trembled behind them. "H-He's not dead, right…?"

As if on cue, the alpha groaned weakly.

Valeria winked. "See? Totally fine."

***

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