It's all one flower.
1475. Wall with the Demon of Use
The second [visit] was longer than the first time Ensign Razootchik was present.
A military doctor at the Topoli base releases his hand.
The demon soldier Rubel was anxiously driven as soon as the plush moved away from his forehead.
"Earlier, as I explained to the Second Lieutenant, the pain you feel is not your own."
The pain crawled from back to neck, and the demon soldier Rubel held his breath and closed his eyes firmly.
"So you can't get rid of the pain with surgery or medicine"
The voices of the military doctors to be explained are unusual and gentle and serene, but they are no different to the severity of the content.
The military doctor bent forward at the table and gently touched his hand where it hurt. A warm hand gently strokes Rubel's back.
The pain itself does not go away, but I felt safe for some reason.
"Thin, exhale slowly, and drain your body. Thin and slow... yes... slow"
Rubel exhaled thinly from the gap between his spicy, empty teeth, pulling out the strength of his overeaten and stretched jaw. From the second breath, loosen your fists as you exhale.
"What hurts is not your body. You and the devil are different."
... another being?
Why do you say that?
Rubel moved only her eyes and looked at the military doctor.
Shortly mowed dark hair mixes a little white.
"Whatever type of demon you have made a [contract of use demon] with, the demon is a demon, you are you. It's a separate existence. Never forget."
This pain belongs to a demon asthma cannon eaten by a double-headed wolf.
Sikurus Army Adjutant had another demon-mounted soldier attack a demon asthma cannon in the sight of Rubel, the Lord of Demons.
Stopped by the silver thread junction [meteor formation], the demon asthma cannon could not escape, and Rubel just had to watch the trembling user demon for help.
Now that the audiovisual information of the Devil's Asthma Cannon has been blocked, as the Lord of the Two-headed Wolf (or the Lord) says, I don't know what the devil will do from them.
But I was afraid to reconnect and check.
"As you already know, [The Contract of the Devil of Use] is the art of connecting you with some of the demonic souls to rule"
The military doctor began to talk in a gentle voice about what [the contract of the demon of use] was like.
Connect with souls such as demons weaker than the operator and also make them follow orders against their will.
For the most part, the demon side scratches to escape domination and creates walls to avoid erosion of more than the surgically connected areas by the surgeon's soul.
The same is true for the operator's side, who builds walls so that they do not touch the souls of others more than necessary.
If the two make walls of each other and reject each other, they will not be like rubels.
... Reject user demons?
Rubel moved her neck and turned her face to the military doctor. [Blue One-Winged] The scholarly military doctor continues his explanation with a gentle stroke of Rubel.
"In that case, the feeling shared by the two remains only audiovisual. But......"
Occasionally, demons may not lay walls to capture human souls in an attempt to dominate the Lord. In that case, too, if there is a wall on the operator's side, it will not be important.
The same applies to creatures in the world, such as cats and ravens (crows).
The creatures of this world are relatively safe because they do not try to take in the operators.
"If the demon of use is a magical creature excavated from a ruin, the artificially created soul does not have the ability itself to create a wall that rejects the operator, unless it dares to grant it"
The military doctor wraps Rubel's right hand in both hands and rubs it slowly.
The plumpness of that hand certainly feels Rubel's own.
"If the user demon is a magical creature, the operator must build a solid wall."
He slowly opened his finger and held his hand.
The military doctor says as he strokes the back of Rubel's hand with his other hand.
"Please remember. Demons are demons. You are you."
With new pain, Rubel leaned back on the table. Once again, the whole body is powered and the military doctor's hand is squeezed full of strength.
The new pain struck Rubel as he continued to stand.
With a gentle voice, the military doctor calls to the Lord of the Unvoiced Screamer.
"It's not your pain"
Thousands of shoulders have been cut off and legs have been chopped, but there is no bleeding on Rubel's body.
In my head, even though I found myself intact, the pain didn't go away.
"It's the pain of the demon."
It all happens in the far away forest of Lesalube.
There is no Devil's asthma cannon, no double-headed wolf stripping his fangs into a dark mass, no demon-mounted soldier spraying a warcraft, no General Sikurus Army aide ordering his men here.
Rubel is at the Army Hospital at Topoli Base to share wound pain with the Demon Asthma Cannon.
Surgically connected souls have nothing to do with physical distances.
"You and the devil are different."
Raw warmth of bicep wolf exhalation touching the skin.
Fang sharpness and tongue stickiness that feeds into you.
A burning sensation that pulls the meat into a thousand pieces at your disposal.
... if I could have noticed sooner then and evaded...!
The demon asthma cannon swelled because of an attack from the Gulf Patrol fleet in the Kingdom of Scootum.
They cut themselves off until they are easy to handle and the size they can put in [the cage of the devil]. Warcraft attacks will not stop until then.
The work of shrinking demonic asthma cannons was also explained to Rubel, but from what I learned, there is no power to defy the decisions of the upper levels of government forces.
"Thou art thou, and the devil of use is the devil of use. Remember."
A hand stroking the back of his hand stroked his arm up and grabbed his shoulder. Demon asthma cannons can also be seen feeling the muddy hands of military doctors along with Rubel.
A piece of darkness devoured by a thousand cuts releases magic from the wound on fallen leaves, losing his life. The core of pain flowing through your body freezes and burning sensation turns to cold (samurai).
"You've been over-connected with all the demons you use."
Now you want me to let go of that warm lump of darkness?
Burning pain and freezing loss rush through the body.
Are you telling me to throw away all this pain and sorrow because it's not Rubel's?
I can't refuse that soft plush that admires me or anything.
"You must not tolerate all of the demons you use. But you don't have to throw everything away and refuse"
Two double-headed wolves eat a thousand soft chunks of darkness with four mouths.
... don't... don't!
"Thou art thou, and the devil of use is the devil of use. Keep the right distance, without assimilation, even if you cut the existence, the contract can be maintained"
The little pieces of darkness, they're all dead.
All the core of pain freezes and shivers in the cold.
Whether blocking audiovisual or separating distances, Rubel, whose soul was deeply connected, knew more clearly than he could see in front of him.