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The Pentacle Of Fate.

"NEHNOYU!!" he growled as he caught a glimpse of Issei's small body from the corner of his eye. (AND YOU!!)

The man turned and swiftly snagged Issei by the shoulders of his pristine tuxedo with both hands, stared him dead into his tiny blue eyes and reared his head, ". . .Dei'de oyu wekuin MOBEDE!" (. . .I still haven't KILLED you!)

Had he spoken too soon? Issei pondered that possibility in what he thought were his final moments. His body subconsciously braced for the herculean impact that would surely crush his brittle skull. Any second now.

"Tuh," Denchina suspired, "Like I'd let that happen."

"Carysmæ."