A petite, 4'6", 8 years-old girl was wandering around the medieval-like town of Kingdom Ciliegia; a city full of life, energy and lots of humanity.
Said girl had crimson scarlet irises, long, black hair that reminds one of pure darkness and wore a white coat.
The girl entered a church, and the Father looked her in the eyes, shaking a little. Luckily, there was no one else besides the two of them.
"Hello, Father Carmel. Long time. No seeee~" her voice was sinister and growly.
The old man took a seat, praying in a low tone of voice.
"Oh, my. Go ahead. Pray to your God. Spoilers: I'm not listening♡"
Shivers ran down the man's spine.
"What thou want in God's house, devil!?"
"Hm? But I don't live here, silly."
"Ghrrng!"
The girl closed the distance between them in a blink.
The Father's eyes widened in shock, fear, and terror.
"What? Was it something I said?" She said with a ominous voice.
"N-no..."
"Good." She sat at one of the church's bench, crossing her thin legs, covered by the white of her jeans.
"I will be short, *Carmy*. You will talk with the leader of this deranged kingdom that is Ciliegia."
The man was unsure, yet afraid to ask for a clarification.
"You will talk the King into *not* targeting the former princess of Rosé. Simple, right?"
"Wh-what are you talking about? I do not understand!"
"Just go there and tell him to leave her alone. Or else..." She snapped her fingers and a few people came into the room.
"!!!" The sight made the priest fall to his knees, shock at the sight of five faithful disciples of the word of God in a zombified form.
"... capiche? He-haha-ha~" The devil in a child's body opened a wide, face-splittig devilish grin.