About 10 miles South of Melun, About 100 Miles South of Paris - France
When would the humans ever learn? Time after time the humans sent squads of their large danmaku shooters to try and stop her. In her approach north, Remilia had learned a few things from studying a map she found in a village she wrecked. She was currently somewhere in the center of France. The next large city she should hit would be Melun. Though she didn't remember much about it, Remilia had also noticed a name on the map while studying it. Paris. Surely, much like the rest of human technology and technique, the city must have also grown and matured. Remilia wondered just how large the city had gotten during her time gone. Even back before she had first set foot in Gensokyo, Paris had been a large city for the time.
Gliding over the ground at high speeds, Remilia thought back to what she had been thinking before her first encounter with the jets. She realized that she legitimatly did enjoy the destruction and killing she had been reaping across the French countryside. The empowerment was something she had missed back in Gensokyo, but why and how had she turned so calm in Gensokyo? Was it the fact that there were formiddible youkai that could challenge her? Perhaps, but probably not entirely.
*** "What a strange notion..." Remilia sighed as thoughts floated through her head.
It wasn't the first time Remilia had wondered about these things in the past week. During that time, she had killed nearly twice as many people as she had over the past year. The farther north she flew, the more people there were and more blood was spilled. Though Remilia didn't want to consider it, she started to fear that perhaps she was getting... tired of killing? Perhaps it was like that time back in Gesokyo that Remilia had ordered Sakuya to present cake at every meal after going through a particular cake frenzy. Though the idea seemed great at first and she had enjoyed it wholy for the first week, soon she had started to get tired of eating the same sugary confection three times a day, every day. Remilia had then realized the satisfaction that came with eating the cake came from eating it only on occasion. Whenever she would eat the cake, it would almost be like a highlight of her week. Perhaps she was experiencing something similar with the bloodshed?
Preposterous. Remilia shook her head. She was the Scarlet Devil. Men, women and children had all feared her alike before she had entered Gensokyo. She had killed hundreds over the course of a month on a regular basis. How could this be any different? At the same time, Remilia sensed deep down that she did know the answer to the question. She simply feared facing it. Was it pride? Ego? Perhaps just a break from the norm?
Shaking her head again, Remilia looked in front of her to see the outskirts of Melun approaching. The sun was at its high point of the day and its rays beating on Remilia's black wings was comforting. Remilia shook her head yet again, trying to expel unimportant thoughts from her head. There was a large town approaching in front of her and she knew what she had to do. Remilia narrowed her eyes as she again materialized her Gungnir in her right hand.


