[Helena SweetSeraphimDeaSugarDemon Okumura-Sakata]

*While walking around Akiba, Helena finds a nice park to take a little break and enjoy the view of the river.*

[Saki Nikaidou *ToughieSugarZombieGirl* ElricOkumuraSakata]

*Enjoying her new-found freedom as she takes a walk in the city and then enjoys a stroll in a park nearby.*

[Archangel Michael ✞ ArchistrategosSucreSpiritus]

The golden hues of the late afternoon sun filtered through the towering trees, casting soft rays of light upon the gentle path. Michael walked with quiet purpose; his large, calloused hand wrapped around Rory’s much smaller one. His grip was firm yet tender, a silent promise of protection and love.

He had heard of what happened in the kitchen—of how Rory, in front of Jean and Noloty, had let something slip. A power too young to be understood, a spark of something divine, yet wild. He knew what his father had said. The Almighty’s words lingered like an echo, ever-present in the back of his mind. Yet Michael knew his father too well. He had no doubt of the weight such declarations carried, but he would not let them shape his daughter’s path.

Rory giggled, swinging their hands playfully as she skipped beside him. Her fiery red hair bounced with each step, catching the light in brilliant, flickering strands. Those eyes—those beautifully mixed, swirling colors—held an innocence he vowed to protect.

“Papa,” she called, her voice soft but brimming with joy. “Are we almost there?”

Michael glanced down; his usually sharp, piercing gaze softened by warmth. “Almost, little star,” he murmured.

For a moment, he thought of his own father—the weight of expectation, the burden of duty. But Michael was not just the warrior, the messenger, the angelic force of judgment. Here, in this world, in this moment, he was simply a father. And no decree from the heavens would ever change that.

Bending slightly, he lifted Rory into his arms, twirling her in the air as her delighted laughter rang through the park. Whatever future lay ahead, whatever powers she would one day have to face, he would make sure that she never had to do so alone. @Rory

[Liliosa Leilani Tsutsui ⛩ HiganbanaSucreSpiritus {Hellgirl}]

*people watching.*

[Anko Usaharu Haulia +BlackBunnySugarSoul]

*They stop by Tamaki’s photo studio and she takes them to the park for some photo sessions.* @whitebunnysoul

[Luna Leviachan ~BeliaDevilukean SugarDemon~]

*Leviachan had a long break between classes, she decided it was best to keep healthy by taking a routine job through Akiba park.*

[Queen Hild]

Scene: Central Park–Style Fountain, Akihabara City | Wednesday Afternoon | Queen Hild & The Twins

The air was warm with the hum of early summer. Sunlight danced off the surface of the grand fountain at the park’s center—majestic, reminiscent of the famed one in New York. Streams of water arched gracefully, and pigeons flitted between tourists and schoolchildren. A peaceful setting.

That peace shattered with a ripple of energy—unseen by most, but undeniable to those who knew.

Queen Hild had arrived.

Her tall figure emerged at the far edge of the park, each stride echoing confidence. Long white hair shimmered like moonlight against her dark skin. Her violet eyes, framed by those signature red star markings, gleamed with a subtle warning. And her aura? Unmistakably divine—and deadly.

Pedestrians turned.

Jaws dropped.

A cyclist turned too sharply trying to get a second look—and crashed into a bush.

She paid them no mind.

Because she felt it again.

That presence. That celestial pulse—quiet but commanding.

Her gaze shifted slightly and landed beneath a tall tree where a bench sat tucked in shadow. And there he was.

The Almighty.

He sat in stillness, as if the world didn’t dare disturb him. Navy-blue semi-casual suit, crisp white shirt, silver hair that caught the light just so. Effortlessly composed. Irritatingly attractive.

Her lips twitched. Of course, he looked good.

She didn’t stop. She didn’t speak. But her message rippled across the space between them—telepathic and sharp as a blade.

> “Don’t even try it.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But she felt his amusement. That infuriating calm.

Hild’s heels clicked louder as she moved past the bench, her posture straightening, stride lengthening—not for his benefit, no… but maybe just enough to say:

> “This was once yours. Now watch me walk away from it.”

At the fountain, Zarina and Solana stood waiting, their school uniforms polished with their usual gothic flair. The light breeze teased the ends of their purple-blonde hair as they turned toward her.

The moment Hild reached them, the tension melted away.

“Shall we?” she said with a faint smile, her tone cool but laced with something warm only they could detect.

Solana and Zarina exchanged a subtle glance—yes, they had felt that too.

But this afternoon belonged to them.

No history.

No drama.

Just the three of them… and a city full of stores waiting to be conquered.

And with that, the trio strolled off toward the shopping district—unbothered, unbent, and absolutely unstoppable.