>>6217020
RNGesus was not kind.
>>6216378
>>6216559
>>6216915

Ever since man covered his naked form, he had been assaulted by the serpent.

Not by a powerful feat did the serpent eject Adam and Eve out of paradise; but by the appeal to their pride.

History henceforth, when those primeval parents quit the close presence of The Almighty Creator, the serpent knew his enemy by the garb on his back and harried their descendents generation after generation.

And man knew his enemy by the way he slithered in the dark.

The gigantic beast reeled backwards from the symbol in your hands.

But for a dire situation, the most that had been affected was a standstill.

Threats flied in the air. It snarled; you preached.

You needed to resort to a drastic measure.

Your hand reached for your cap and threw it to the ground. And then—your magisterial costume.

A spectator of it all, she needed a double take.

She watched you strip by the article, which shut her trap out of confusion.

And soon enough she beheld your vulnerable body. It was emblazoned by the release of materiality.

Visibly, the serpent shuffled over itself to avoid your image.

Its deep gurgles pouring out of its jaws evoked a colorful ire. Yet like a poor mutt it dared to bark and nothing more.

It ought to attack after being irritated by the cross. But it wrinkled its skin-layered face with a familiar emotion: frustration at which it cannot accomplish.

All it did was spit venom it had left behind. Was it cussing you out? You were a man and can't speak snake.

The serpent grumbled. The magnificent creation glared at your nudity. Then: behind you.

It cussed in its insapient language once again.

With your audacity too offensive, the woods rumbled from its motions: it was retreating. The very site of your competition was foul to its ego. For a humongous tube of muscle the deftness by which it swam into the green contradicted its bulk. It left behind the fox— rather, tossed aside— covered in the slime that secreted from its new skin.

The dramatic whole of the encounter left her astounded.

Meanwhile, you glowed in adrenaline.

Pat.

"Tag. You're it," you managed to speak between your heavy breathing.

Whether to be insanely ecstatic you finally caught her, or to be grateful that nothing worse happened, your sentiments are in utter chaos.

Thieves are thieves; witches are witches; demons are demons. Your sense of telling was usually correct, most of the time. And a beast was obviously a beast.

Although she was only as strong as a normal woman under the grasp of danger. There was slipperiness that she could boast, but that's it.

Surely she was a demon? Stealing and mockery is hard to remedy. Yet she did not look like one beneath sweat, astonishment, and the aftermath's silence.

…

She…
>Lies about being fearful.
>Lies about how impressive you acted.
>Lies about being sorry for leading into trouble.

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