Wings would grotesquely spurt out from the cackling woman's back, Capella instantly shooting up into the sky and completely disappearing from view, Capella's maniacal laughter continuing to carry through the air.

"Well, if I can't do anything to you for now, I'll just take my leave! Oh, and don't misunderstand. This isn't me 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 away. If anything, I'll actually be watching you ve~ry closely! Bye, bye now!"

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How gro~ss. I bet you're the kind of meatbag who can't think about anything other than going at it like an animal! Kyahahahahahahahaha!"

Portruding from the girls behind would be an enormous dragon-tail, broad and purple, opposing the girl's dainty appearance disconcertingly.

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"Je~ez! Having all those gross things feeling about in my soul felt extremely gross. You're a really freaky female-meat, making this lovely lady of all people 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 especially violated.

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In an instant, a gust of a blackwhirlwind would slam directly into hex, knocking her into a small food-stand nearby, causing it to crumple like paper, splashing her with all sorts of messy ingredients and food products.

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her authority expelling it from her soul, freeing the woman from the sorcereress devious clutches.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really /are/ a greedy meatbag. I go through all that effort to appeal to your tastes, so the least you could do is appeal to mine."

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That did it. If this woman didn't want to play her game, then she wasn't going to play hers. So before any of that could come to pass, Capella freed herself from the restraints of the Nachtzehrer,

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"....?!"

Witnessing how quickly and easily the woman in front of her broke out of her transformation caused the Sin Archbishop's giggling expression to sour greatly, her mood ruined by this unforseen event.

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"Thanks for the lesson. This lovely lady will be /sure/ to keep it in mind. Anyways, being the kind of woman can't show restraint when a man she likes is n~ot a good look. Then again, I can't really fault you. When presented with someone as 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 as me, it's impossible not to pounce~"

Soon, pain would follow. Rusalka's arms and legs shrinking into her body as her bones dissolve like they were dipped into acid, forcing the girl to change shape into a pathetic, puny, diminutive, little 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙜.

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Kicking Capella in the mouth had been a grave mistake, and in just a few moments, Rusalka would realize why. A strange sensation would completely take hold of the woman's body, putting pressure on her as if compacting her into a small box.

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The only thing her and the scarlet sorcereress in front of her had in common was that they both used magic. One for spite, and the other for love.

"Heh...heheheheheh...!"

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Capella never claimed to be a witch and nor did she think of herself as one. Witches were despised and reviled, while she was beloved and adored. First and foremost, she was a philanthropist, tirelessly working towards her goal of being loved by everyone.

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No matter how dirty or filthy the desire of that person was, she'd kindly answer to their call and change herself all for the sake of appealing to their wicked cravings. She never shied away from grotesqueness, opening herself up to be disfigured.

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Despite all that...."𝙆𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖!" She cackled, laughing a loud and horribly laugh that sharply contrasted with her high-pitched and sweet voice.

Why? Simple. Capella was a woman who accepted all forms of love first and foremost.

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She had been forced to her knees, violently robbed of all of her bodily autonomy, made to dance in ways that broke her delicate and small body to pieces, completely defacing and ruining her, leaving her in a state that one could hardly look at much less call adorable.

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It was grotesque, disgusting, and strange, her body moving against her will to bend and break at unnatural angles all that Rusalka's sadistic whims.

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Capella's body bubbled up and boiled out viscous liquid, her bodily fluids dripping down to the ground with a nauseating pattern of 𝙎𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩! 𝙎𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩! 𝙎𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩! Her bones creaked out of place, snapping, twisting, and 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 in on itself.

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