#you get magilou because We Talked About It™️

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spotify starter #77: cradle to the grave - five finger death punch     ⤷ @altosk ✧ raven.

It seemed malakhim were still surprised when she addressed them; she, of course, could tell they were just that, one of the many benefits of her pact with Bienfu. That, and, well... they often didn't quite blend in as well as they seemed to think.

So, when the infamous question was asked---"You can see me?"--she couldn't help but respond with a flourish and a pose, her smile mischievous as ever. "Why, of course I can," she stated boldly, one hand resting upon her hip. "For I am the great, the illustrious, the powerful..."

"Mazhigigika Miludin do Din Nolurun Dou! But you can call me Magilou." She let the name hang in the air, letting it sink in as she offered a wink, along with the faintest of sparkles from her fingertips, like the tiniest of fireworks to introduce herself. What good was an epic introduction without a little flourish, after all?

"I've been called all kinds of things; a monster, a demon---a fake!" Dramatically, she flourished a hand, like it was the most absurd accusation anyone could have ever made of her. "A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave." Of course, she quickly followed it up with a shrug; it wasn't like she cared any longer about that sort of thing. People could think what they want; Magilou was... Magilou.

Of course, keeping a low profile had been the preference as of late. Since leaving the Abbey, she was certain Melchior was on the lookout for her, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with him. She'd been... putting out feelers, to say the least. She'd been trying to determine what his next plans were; she'd heard he was communicating with Artorius, who was living in Aball, but she didn't dare get anywhere near there.

Not after what happened nearly six years ago.

"Now, my dear malak---what brings you to these parts?"