Right arrow There are some empty frames but they're intentional, so if you keep pressing -->, you can continue the story. You'll know it's over when the credits roll again.
do you get it? ...lol A troublemaker at heart, Delia was shunned as a weak link in the cadet of young heroes. Perhaps it was only destiny that the ever-benevolent Angel Girl was the only one who could stand her presence. "How patronizing", thinks Delia, and makes it her duty to make Angel drop the act. But day in and day out, Delia only gets more convinced that there's no facade under this perfect mask. Angel walks into her closet, expecting Delia's usual antics, only to see her dress in the same condition she had left it the day before. Instead, the change was the absence of the younger girl. Angel finds Delia in her room. "What's bothering you?" "Huh, what's it to you?" "I was looking forward to what fun you'd make today." Taking fun into her own hands, Angel takes a day off for a break with herself and Delia. Amusement parks, beaches, sports games, Delia begins to forget her enmity as they transverse Utopia. It only felt like they had just become friends when Delia encounters in a predicament she never knew she would encounter. Angel lied breathless and limp on the ground. That's when Delia learned... "Ah, so angels can die too." Epochs pass and Delia finds herself in a familiar scene: The chains of Evelyn's castle and the dark, sulfer feeling... "Devil, we have a new recruit." "Hi, you can call me Ghost. Who are you?" A flood of anemoia washes over the young devil. "Huh, what's it to you?"
