"Eep!" Phio squealed, and then said even more slightly: "Sorry..."
Amsterdam - 200 years ago
"Happy birthday, Patchouli!"
"Happy birthday!"
Patchouli was 9 now. Not that it mattered to her, since the one person that she liked the most in the family, her mother, was revealed to be brutally murdered by her own father. She has grown extremely reclusive since the discovery, keeping to herself in her library and never leaving not even for supper. Concerned maids and Bailey brought her food from the supper and granted her as many books as they can get, and the Little Devil, who has now grown into a full woman, (she was denied any clothes because she was still considered a "thing" by the tall man) came to the library almost every day to read with Patchouli. Little Devil reminded Patchouli of her mother. Her mother, like Little Devil, was red-haired. They both had scarlet eyes, slender physique that made them look frail, and a slightly pointy ears. Patchouli's affection for the Little Devil grew day by day, as her resentment for the tall man, her father, grew even faster, fueled by the fact that the Little Devil was abused brutally every day by Patchouli's father.
"Happy birthday, Patchouli!" Little Devil chuckled as she entered the library. Patchouli was sitting on her little couch, surrounded by dolls and other things to cuddle, a series of gift given to her by the English lady every time she visited Patchouli. "You're 9 now!"
"And you're not even a year old." Patchouli sighed. Little Devil laughed and sat next to Patchouli. Even though the couch was made for one person, Little Devil's slender body was skinny enough to fit next to Patchouli without being too uncomfortable.
"I have persuaded my master to prepare a huge birthday party for you. Surely you should come out for it." Little Devil announced.
To which Patchouli stuck out her tongue in disgust. "I don't want to see my father."
"Oh come on, I'm begging you." Little Devil snuggled to Patchouli, who harumphed and stuck her head into her book. "Say... what's your favorite book?"
"...Don Quixote." Patchouli spoke. "It's the first book my father bought for me when I was 3. I didn't understand what it was at first, but now I find it very funny..."
"How about this?" Little Devil smiled and proposed. "I'll have your father buy you as much books from Cervantes as he can. In exchange, can you come out of your library and eat dinner with us for your birthday? Please?"
"...Alright, fine." Patchouli sighed and took the deal. Little Devil smiled again warmly and left the library, humming a happy tune.
"I don't know why he created Koakuma." Patchouli shrugged. "It can't be because he wanted me to have companionship... He never cared for me to socialize. He probably does not either."
"Of course this Elios is alive, you dummy." Zazz told Jason. "I've seen him."
"You have?" Phio asked. "How does... he look like?"
"He looked like he barely aged. In his 40s, silver hair, silver mustache, gold pocketwatch, a large staff encarved with ancient runes that not even the greatest mage of the city of magic can understand..." Zazz explained.
Kappa Village - Gensokyo
A minute after, Otori could hear a clamor inside the house with a faint Coming!. The door opened, revealing Nitori.
Nitori was in a mess. Machine oil covered her face, while her hair was a bushy mess of blue fibers. She was wearing a black tank top with baggy blue pants. On her waist sat a tool kit belt.

"Oh, didn't expect you." Nitori gasped in surprise. "Please come in."





