Standing in front of them was a young girl, covered in days-old mould and copious amounts of dried blood. Sucking her only remaining thumb, the red-haired girl could be seen sleeping inside a transparent bubble; for every suckle, her hair moved ever so slowly, revealing a far more terrible wound:
A gaping hole in what was once her left eye
Covering her mouth, Fujimaru couldn't help but kneel at the little girl, wanting to touch her, to comfort her...
Yet was cruelly rejected by the female Devil in front of her
"If you touch her, I can't promise that she'll be safe. I was only able to barely stabilise her basic functions by slowing down time around her with my ice powers. If they're broken, it will accelerate her demise; I don't know how, but despite losing over 50% of her blood, she's still managed to survive her terrible onslaught..."
As the girls stood in shock at what they had heard, a figure wrapped in a black gothic dress ventured forth, wanting to grab ahold of her.
But she stopped once she heard what Serafall said
Clenching her fists tight, Morgan turned towards Shinji and the gang. "I...I can help her..."
Scoffing, Serafall crossed her arms. "Trsut me when I say this:
The darkness in the hearts of humans run deeper than you can imagine
And anyways, why do you care so much about her...?"
"Because she's from the same place where I come from..."
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Clenching her gun as tightly as she could, Natasha had to stifle her urge to shake March and get a Ticket from her. Seeing the poor child, this badly mutilated, tore a hole in her heart. Damn it, who could do something like this!?
"Uuurrghh, *sniffle*, *sniffle*, waaaagghhh! Poor little one, how I wish I could go there!"
Bawling her eyes out, March 7th rubbed her hands over her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. Dan Heng, though silent, clutched his spear tightly, to the point creaking could be heard coming from the shaft. Hook did not see it, for she painted the first moment she saw tbe disabled body of the young girl.
"W-will she be alright...?"
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Crushing the wall in anger, Tony Stark could not fathom the depths people would go through in their search for depravity. "HOW ON EARTH COULD THEY DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO A 10 YEAR OLD!?"
Hands still bleeding, Jarvis tried consoling him. "Sir, please calm down. As far as I can calculate, you don't seem to have the points needed to traverse the Multiverse. Also, by what you have told me, I believe with a great certainty that the person called Shinji Matou must certainly have the means to help her, for judging by the expression in his face, there doesn't seem to be any sort of disgust or hopelessness, as if he was already used to these types of situations perhaps you should wait and see what he'll do..."
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
As the members began pouring their outrage and anger at the sight of the poor little girl's condition, what they and tbe audience failed to realise was that unbeknownst to them, the white lantern hanging on Shinji's wait began shaking, before a light red light could be seen flickering inside...