“𐌉 𐌀𐌌 𐌍Ꝋ𐌕 𐌐𐌋𐌄𐌀𐌔𐌄𐌃 Ꮤ𐌉𐌕𐋅 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌀𐌌Ꝋ𐌵𐌍𐌕 Ꝋ𐌅 𐌔Ꝋ𐌵𐌋𐌔 𐌀𐌍𐌃 𐌔𐌉𐌍𐌍𐌄𐌓𐌔 𐌕𐋅𐌀𐌕 𐌀𐌓𐌄 Ꮤ𐌉𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌍 𐋅𐌄𐌋𐌋. 𐌉𐌕 𐌔𐌄𐌄𐌌𐌔 𐌋𐌉𐌊𐌄 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵’ᕓ𐌄 𐌁𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌃Ꝋ𐌉𐌍Ᏽ 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵𐌓 ᏝꝊ𐌁 𐌕ꝊꝊ 𐌌𐌵𐌂𐋅, 𐌌𐌉Ꝋ𐌓𐌀.”
Miora sighs, just nodding. The Angel of Death knew it was true; he and many others working as Grim Reapers were working overtime.
”I apologize on my behalf, Devil. But it is my job. Sinners are to die and come to Hell, as are the Saints also to die and enter Heaven.”
The Devil paused. “𐌐𐌄𐌓𐋅𐌀𐌐𐌔 𐌕𐋅𐌄𐌓𐌄 𐌉𐌔 𐌀 Ꮤ𐌀𐌙 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌋𐌄𐌔𐌔𐌄𐌍 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌍𐌵𐌌𐌁𐌄𐌓𐌔. 𐌉 𐋅𐌀ᕓ𐌄 𐌍Ꝋ𐌕 𐌂Ꝋ𐌍𐌔𐌉𐌃𐌄𐌓𐌄𐌃 𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌔, 𐌁𐌵𐌕..𐌓𐌄𐌃𐌄𐌌𐌐𐌕𐌉Ꝋ𐌍 𐌂Ꝋ𐌵𐌋𐌃 ᏔꝊ𐌓𐌊. 𐌕𐋅Ꝋ𐌵Ᏽ𐋅 𐌃𐌄𐌀𐌕𐋅 ᏔꝊ𐌵𐌋𐌃 𐌍Ꝋ𐌕 𐌁𐌄 𐋅𐌀𐌐𐌐𐌙 𐌀𐌁Ꝋ𐌵𐌕 𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌔..”
”Redemption seems like the easiest. A way to test if Sinners can truly become Saints.” *Miora hums.
The Devil nods in agreement. “𐌔𐌉𐌍𐌂𐌄 𐌉 𐌁𐌄𐌋𐌉𐌄ᕓ𐌄 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐋅𐌀ᕓ𐌄 𐌄𐌀𐌓𐌍𐌄𐌃 𐌀 𐌁𐌓𐌄𐌀𐌊, 𐌉 𐌁𐌄𐌋𐌉𐌄ᕓ𐌄 𐌕𐋅𐌀𐌕 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌔𐋅Ꝋ𐌵𐌋𐌃 𐌓𐌵𐌍 𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌔 𐌓𐌄𐌃𐌄𐌌𐌐𐌕𐌉Ꝋ𐌍. 𐌕𐌀𐌊𐌄 𐌉𐌕 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌔𐌐𐌉𐌓𐌉𐌕 𐌁Ꝋ𐌓𐌃𐌄𐌓, 𐌉𐌕’𐌋𐌋 𐌁𐌄 𐌌Ꝋ𐌓𐌄 𐋅𐌉𐌃𐌃𐌄𐌍 𐌕𐋅𐌄𐌓𐌄. 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌋𐌄𐌔𐌔 𐌍𐌄𐌉𐌕𐋅𐌄𐌓 ᏵꝊ𐌃 𐌍Ꝋ𐌓 𐌃𐌄𐌀𐌕𐋅 𐌊𐌍ꝊᏔ𐌔 𐌀𐌁Ꝋ𐌵𐌕 𐌉𐌕, 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌁𐌄𐌕𐌕𐌄𐌓 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 Ꮤ𐌉𐌋𐌋 𐌁𐌄 𐌁𐌄 𐌔𐌀𐌅𐌄 𐌅𐌓Ꝋ𐌌 𐌄𐋄𐌄𐌂𐌵𐌕𐌉Ꝋ𐌍 𐌅Ꝋ𐌓 ᏔꝊ𐌓𐌊𐌉𐌍Ᏽ 𐌅Ꝋ𐌓 𐌌𐌄. 𐌍ꝊᏔ ᏵꝊ, 𐌁𐌄Ᏽ𐌉𐌍 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌓𐌄𐌃𐌄𐌌𐌐𐌕𐌉Ꝋ𐌍. 𐌉 𐌔𐋅𐌀𐌋𐌋 𐌁𐌄 Ꮤ𐌀𐌕𐌂𐋅𐌉𐌍Ᏽ.”
”Understood.” Miora bowed before teleporting away from the Devil in a burst of Red Vapor. Appearing in The Spirit Border, he walks around for a while..until he spots something that makes him smile.
“This should be the perfect place of Redemption. But what to call it..? Oh, I know..Hollowskull Paradise.”
