Fifty Fifth Summons: Finding her own amusement

[shallbeavenged]

 [It's spring...almost. But it's starting to get nice so Ai can be found.

A. Outside her house sitting on the staircases, surrounded by paper cranes. She's making another, while a cat is sneaking up on one to the left of her ready to jump on one of them.

B. Are you walking down the street? Do you feel like you're being watched? That would be the small girl sitting on the telephone pole watching you walk by.

C. In the park. Jumping in puddles. Doesn't seem to be paying attention to people walking by. Hope she didn't just splash you....]

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[shallbeavenged]

[She nods.]

I can only send people to Hell if someone makes a contract with me.

I can't judge them....not really.

[In fact that's something that's against the rules in so many ways.]

[bread_goes_bip]

Exchanges for souls, that sort of thing?

[shallbeavenged]

If contacted, I can send the soul of your tormentor straight into the depths of Hell.

However, there is always a price. When you die your soul will belong to Hell also.

[A repeated monologue she has given countless times.]

[bread_goes_bip]

People don't usually realize the full implications of that, do they?

[shallbeavenged]

No. They simply see a way out. Or a chance for vengeance.

[bread_goes_bip]

People tend to be a bit rash when they're acting out of anger or despair.

[shallbeavenged]

.....yes....they do.

[First hand experience right here.]

But there is always a price.