"This is a devil?"
Yohko stared in morbid disbelief at the short, pudgy creature. It had
a stout, webbed hand against the back of its head, and was looking
back at the Devil Hunter with curiosity written on its super cute face.
	"Yes, of course it is!" the little girl insisted. "Why would I contact
you if it wasn't? Your add said you'd get rid of any demon or devil, right?"
	Yohko could only nod in response to the girl.
	"So kill it already! You're not getting the rest until that thing is
dead!"
	Yohko frowned at the mention of her acceptance of money for something
she was supposed to do regardless of thanks, praise, or prizes. She
indeed disagreed with the concept of accepting cash for her efforts,
despite how easy it made some things in her life recently. But what
she didn't count on was the sudden and massive increase of devil activity.
If it wasn't such an increase, she wouldn't even accept the money, but
the increase wasn't just in Japan. People were crying out to get rid
of the little demons all over the world, and when one person started
to pay attention to the advertisements that Chigako had been putting
out, word had been getting around that there was a way to combat the
terrible menace.
	So to action she went. America, Europe, Africa, even Antarctica; there
was not a spot in the world she had not been to thanks to the invasion,
and the sometimes too generous payments of the people crying for the
death of the monsters. Even counting the countless trips, she had
enough money to buy out Microsoft five times over, and was holding
some serious funding in a family account, as well as several other
places in Switzerland, the United States, and Tokyo.
	It seemed too much of a demand for her to handle alone, so she had
gotten Ayako's help, as well as Azusa's twin cousin three times removed.
Even her grandmother and her sister had gotten back into the act.
	There was still one more problem with these recent 'attacks'. The demons
indeed cause a ruckus, and every so often some real damage, but when
she arrived to deal with them, the fight itself didn't often last longer
than a few heartbeats. The things had power, of that she was certain.
There were a couple of times where she was put to the wall, like that
battle with that sea snake thing. And then there was the dragon that
barely paid any attention to her, and even looked at her with annoyance.
He was handled without mercy after he had burned everything off of her
save for her panties. Dragon no hentai.
	The point was that though they had an incredible advantage in numbers,
Yohko was questioning their threat potential. The last fight was
against a very powerful opponent, more powerful than most demons she
had ever fought, and she was pressed to win. But even with the power she
sensed, she could tell as she landed the mortal blow, it was holding
back on her. All she could do was sit back and listen to its dying mews.
	She could sense power out of the one currently before her, but it had
all the dangerous edge of one of the Three Stooges, and looked just as
comical.
	"Psy?" the demon squawked, confirming her thoughts.
	"Are you going to kill him or not?" The girl was now stamping her
foot in impatience. "I'm tired of that thing following me! I paid good
money, and you signed a contract!"
	[Does your mother know you wear shorts that short?] Yohko thought in
annoyance. What she really wanted to do was bend the little hussy over
her knee and spank her, but she had indeed signed a contract for the job.
With a mechanical efficiency gained since beginning the war against the
new menace, she summoned her Soulsword, and lopped it off by the head.
	The girl stopped long enough to give Yohko her money, and then began
dancing around the small yellow corpse, laughing insanely. Yohko simply
shook her head and walked away from the familiar scene as of late.
She hopped into her Porche 550 Maranello, one of several new cars of
hers, and drove off. The money was wonderful, but she hopped this new
invasion ceased soon, she thought as she tried her best to forget the
little thing's sad, confused expression.


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Without a doubt one of my more evil ideas, and once again the result
of being bored as all hell in class. When you consider things, this is
the first spamfiction that I haven't related to Evangelion in some sick,
twisted way. I must be losing my touch. Oh well. Back to the hack I
go. This fic was brought to you by Nintendo, Juzo Mitsuki, Madhouse,
ADV films, and the number 152.

Kenji Murasaki (KMurasaki@Hotmail.com)