Pawn casually placed five upside-down papers on atop her desk.
"Pick one," she said to Snow, taking the demon slightly by surprise.
After hesitating for a moment she pointed to the middle one.
The celestial flipped it over and immediately read it.
She smiled bitterly.
"Hmm... I suppose burning down this trash heap and starting over from scratch would be cheaper than fixing it at this point," she mumbled, "good suggestion, Snow, I'll ensure you get full credit when it is enacted."
Pawn then handed the paper to Ash before Snow could snatch the paper back.
"Don't you dare!" She cried while reaching for it, "I don't want that!"
The celestial shook her head as she held out her palms to either of her sides, feigning innocence.
"Too late, I'm afraid. It was enacted the moment I handed it to your sister," she put a sympathetic hand on Snow's shoulder as she spoke.
"All that's left is to live with the consequences of your actio- Ouch!?" She received a chop to the back of her head mid-sentence.
Pawn turned to glare at her attacker.
"Don't bully my Snow," Ash chided, before then grabbing all five papers and proceeding to read over each one.
The demon looked honestly baffled upon doing so.
"...This is madness," She said a moment later.
Pawn shrugged.
"Politics," she corrected with a tired sigh, "though I can see how you could mix the two up."
"It's also the only five options capable of fixing this mess of a territory," she explained, "...within my abilities, at least."
The celestial yawned as she continued.
"To think, If I were a demon I could simply let myself be summoned by some random human and none of this crap would be necessary," she said, motioning the papers.
Snow smiled.
"Just do that then..." she whispered innocently, "you know you want to."
Pawn pushed away the demon's face with her hand.
Coming from someone actually capable of brainwashing using mere whispers made the joke more scary than it was funny.
She retrieved the papers from Ash and proceeded to slowly read through them with a stern expression.
Then the celestial simply gave up, unable to choose one over another.
"It's no use..." she sighed, "without a common enemy to unite against none of these will work."
Ash raised a brow.
"A common enemy?" She parroted.
The celestial nodded.
"Mhm... to fix all of the district's issues in one sweep, I'd need to issue certain reforms which would frankly make everyone hate me to the point of causing a revolt," she casually explained, "that's why we need someone to make those reforms necessary."
"What we need... is a symbol," she reiterated, "something to unite everything bad under a single banner so I can kill it."
The was a moment of silence.
Elsewhere, a few hours later, a figure who looked very much like Lumin... gave a twisted and genuine smiled as she stood over the heavily wounded forms of a few dozen demons, all of different types.
"And here I was worrying that I wouldn't be able to offer you any real help other than your allowance" she mused quietly as she surveyed her handiwork.
"Monsters I can do, however," continued the woman, "no. They are my specialty."
She then spoke more loudly, this time addressing all those present rather than herself.
"Now then, unless I'm mistaken, you all work for me now, correct?" She inquired.
Slowly, all but one of the demons bowed before her, the 'one' being a pride demon.
"...Good," she continued, "pass this message to all of your criminal allies. Every. Last. One."
"Tomorrow death will sweep through the streets of this district, and if you do not stand with me..." the woman began, before then cutting off the head of the demon who did not bow, "you are against me."
"Now then, if you'll excuse me," she continued merrily, "I have several dozen more stops to make before the day is out."
In the celestial realm, a hooded figure stood alone in shackles before a judge, golden tinted wings extending from her back.
The judge in question looked contemptuously down upon the person from his elevated seat.
"You know your charges," he stated spitefully, "how do you plead?"
The defendant remained silent.
"...very well," continued the judge with a sigh, "then, as your judge and commanding officer, the punishment I offer you is this."
He handed a paper to his assistant who in tern passed it to the hooded figure.
The individual quietly looked over the thing they had been given.
"Return the listed individual to us to be judged, and executed, if they are found to be anything other than pure," ordered the judge, "only then will your sins be forgiven."
The hooded figure hesitated, before then holding out their shackles for the judge's assistant to unlock.
He did so upon receiving a nod from his master.
A large half-silver half-golden sword was then brought out and presented to the hooded figure, the word 'Schism' engraved into its hilt.
"I'm sorry, Pawn..." quietly muttered the female figure.