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An unnerving piece of conceptual art by imagineer Claude Coats who was known for making more serious concepts. Many of the designs here later inspired the Pop-up Ghosts seen in the graveyard. Various things seen in the picture is a plague doctor, a phantom crocodile, a skeleton with a loose eyeball, and much more eldritch horrors.
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Kanda gritted his teeth as he slayed another level three akuma. This rumour of akumas that had Moyashi go to fight them was a huge trap. The rumours had stated that there was only a level two akumas attacking a village, but it seemed that it was an ambush. The streets filled with level one, level two, and level three akumas. No level fours, at least, which was about as nice as this situation could get.
Kanda was slowing the decent of the akumas while Moyashi found Johnny a safe place to hide in, and he was distracted by trying to sense whether or not Moyashi was coming back, when a sudden shout (e c h o e d and almost not quite there "Watch out, Yū!" a v o i c e that seemed familiar) had him turn around and kill the akuma who had tried to sneak up behind him.
He blinked, glancing around to see the source of the voice, (it couldn't be her could it he killed her again held her dead body in his a r m s) when Moyashi arrived and killed a few level twos, and Kanda turned back to the battle that was soon over with two criticals doing battle.
They escaped to another city, and they found a hotel room. Kanda plopped onto it, letting his hair spill out onto the bed. He put the back of his hand on his forehead.
(that wasn't her wasn't it? was he b r e a k i n g again?)
"Mommy, why do daddy's friends say NTN? What does it mean?"
She reaches down to brush her fingers against the child’s shoulder, a smile pulling at her lips. “It’s a joke between them, lapin. Daddy’s… kind of naughty, sometimes. Don’t worry about it.”
Sacre bleu!
DEATH HON HON HON
