Chapter 32 : The Devil Wears Pajamas
Back in Dirga’s penthouse — the battlefield-turned-sanctuary — the silence was thick, but not empty.
It was waiting.
And at the center of it all stood Sasa, no longer wearing the rabbit-headed illusion of a devil but the body of a man — or something that resembled one.
He looked like someone’s stylish uncle who refused to age. Silver-streaked black hair, well-fitted slacks, suspenders, and a smile that was either charming or horrifying depending on how long you stared at it.
He twirled once in place and flopped backward midair, levitating above the couch, arms folded behind his head.
"Hmm..." he drawled. "Watch another anime? Start a war? Or maybe... finally clean out that vault I left in the third circle?"
He sighed dramatically and glanced at the giant TV screen. Anime characters bounced across it in overly dramatic poses.
"Nope. Too wholesome," he muttered. Click.
The screen changed to a chessboard. A holographic one. Pieces shaped like devils, kings, aces, and jokers shimmered in place.
Sasa plucked a glowing rook off the board and made it do a backflip before letting it land back on its square.
"It’s your move, my dear little monsters," he said with a smirk.