Beelzebub stood in front of the red moon, the sign of fear cast upon the world. Underneath the moon, Arata shook. Ravenna had told him this world faced calamity; however, Arata never truly understood what that meant. Arata came from a modern society in which humans had always stood at the top of the food chain. Many beasts were much stronger than what a human could ever hope to match, yet mankind was not required to match such strength. No animal could outmatch a gun, that being before you get into the territory of bombs.

  Humans were not at the top of the food chain within this world. Even the tools of modern man wouldn’t be a surefire method to kill Beelzebub: the calamity, a danger to humanity’s survival beyond their control. Yet I, just another human, am expected to solve this? Can any other human, no forget human. Is there any being that could challenge such a strength-

  That train of thought is put to a halt; he was given his answer. Beelzebub himself still looked up to demihumans. A blue comet streaks its way towards the red moon, the tip of an arrow. Before Arata can blink, the red moon shatters with the sun peeking out from beneath the sphere, the Lord of Flying Fiends is struck, sent flying back to the ground, banished from the demon’s own domain that was endowed by its very name by a figure standing atop the Lost King’s dam.

  The figure had a silver hunting bow, leaping from the wall, spreading its gilded wings. The bird of prey began to narrow it's eyes, on course to intercept Beelzebub. Predators would eventually die as well, ending their freedom as a corpse for other life to pick apart. Even the demon of the skies could be devoured by the scavenger bird, Rachamah.

  I don't recall her moving like that in the ripping. She's actually doing it- Arata watches her face grow closer as her fingers move underneath her cloak.

  Rachamah glides, meeting the falling Beelzebub, unsheathing her Magurokiri, she swings right through the middle of Beelzebub’s human head. Loose brain matter threatens to spill out as Beelzebub crashes into a roof just over Arata. The Lord of Flying Fiends had never endured such humiliation. Hit by a strike so brutal, he no longer could keep the right to his epithet.

  “SHITTY CHICKEN! A child has come to fight me now? I’ll kill you and eat your damn heart!” Beelzebub screams out, grabbing onto the severed half of its head, aiming to reattach it.

  Rachamah moves again in quick succession, cutting bone deep into Beelzebub’s tendons, slashing right into his arms. The bug’s arms fall to the ground as she kicks Beelzebub across the face, hemolymph spurts from the oversized fly. Arata has to move out of the way as Beelzebub is sent crashing right back down onto the floor. I guess that tracks, in this world, mercy is a privilege. Beelzebub doesn’t deserve it… Rachamah understands that.

  “I arrived too late… I had to get through the army first to come here. Arata, get everyone away from my fight.” Rachamah still had stains on her mouth from lunch, wiping off the green liquid from her cheek.

  She ate the army?! They might be even more unhinged than Beelzebub. Arata looks to see Clemence resting herself after using too much mana, her hairs have began to go gray. Arata slings her over his shoulder to run out of the way.

  Rachamah follows Beelzebub, jumping down onto the floor with the stone pavement buckling underneath her feet, attempting to stab Beelzebub through the stomach but the pig’s mouth catches the blade.

  Beelzebub tries to fly away, it’s what he’s always done. That’s why she targeted the wings. To alleviate the difference in mobility. Beelzebub was no longer free, trapped in by a hunter to be put to the slaughter like a beast.

  She's different. I thought Morgan had some real combat experience, but despite not being a knight like Morgan or even being of age for such a position, she kills so easily. Just how big is the gap between us?

  Rachamah presses her blade forward, sparks fly out, scraping against the teeth, trying to clench down on the Magurokiri. Beelzebub sheds his skin to escape, slipping out of the dead flesh in a new squelching, moist form. However, only the human half of its body, Rachael stomps the face of the fly flat as Beelzebub tries to pull away.

  Beelzebub’s fear of wanting to get away overpowers the strength of its human waist, at the seam of the pig’s face, his body slowly pulls apart in his attempt to escape. Beelzebub cries out, “Mephistopheles help me! Where the hell are you, two-faced bitch! Where are you!”

  Bones splinter, flesh tears as the upper half of Beelzebub tears free. As it tries to crawl away, blood leaks out across the floor.

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  Rachamah looks quite annoyed at her inability to put down the creature before her eyes, “Hey, I thought you were the strongest flying monster… why are you trying to crawl away?”

  The way she spoke, how she looked down on Beelzebub, it got to the demon, “Shitty beastkin! I will see you dead, you think you’ll be the one to kill me just because you caught me off guard?! I’ll have your head once I escape!”

  Beelzebub suddenly flings blood from its fingers into Rachamah's eyes. She's blinded, stumbling back. No! He's going to-

  Arata's body moved on its own, dropping Clemence. He blocks the proboscis of Beelzebub again, a rude reminder that he was still in the fight.

  Beelzebub’s body begins to regenerate much quicker. When its body fully returns, Beelzebub’s cells continue to regenerate more. The demon’s body swells with tumors. Red light comes from inside his skin.

  The swelling… It's mana inside him… Beelzebub can regenerate. Does he plan on- “Rachamah, get away! It's going to blow itself up!”

  Rachamah dashes away, picking up Selena's corpse before leaping up to the rooftops to escape the blast radius. Crap, I need to get away too! But what about Clemence, Morgan? And the people, are they close to the blast radius too? Could Demiurge Foundry even work?

  Arata begins to rush towards it, yet there is no sign of Beelzebub’s expansion stopping; the demon is now as big as a wagon. The longer it goes without bursting, the larger it gets.

  Arata uses Demiurge Foundry firstly to pull energy out of Beelzebub, Beelzebub’s swelling reduces a little. Redirecting energy… create a vacuum. Arata shapes the air around him, using the experience of charging the air to help push out the surrounding air of Beelzebub. The air pressure’s removal causes the internal fluids of Beelzebub to quickly evaporate, only made possible with the magic output of Beelzebub.

  Beelzebub's body begins to freeze yet too little, too late. The energy scatters across the demon's body as it begins to burst at the seams. The vacuum breaks apart as Arata realizes he needs to run.

  From the rooftops stands Rachamah; she takes out her bow, firing off another arrow, puncturing Beelzebub as the street erupts in a crimson explosion, prematurely before it builds back up the pressure to do more serious damage. She's now holding Clemence, escorted to safety.

  I'm too close to the blast radius! In a panic, Arata leaps through the open window of a nearby house, the world around him trembling and rupturing with heat.

  Arata stays tucked behind the stone wall until he decides to look up, watching as the building collapses.

  The stones come crashing down, ready to crush him, when he sees Rachamah, catching the stone about to hit Arata's face.

  “Hey Arata, good instinct on disarming the explosion but… he got away, tch.” Rachamah looked at him in an irritated mood.

  I know what she means by that… she really was planning to eat Beelzebub, definitely insane. “Well, sorry about that, Rachamah but that means you found no corpse?”

  “I wanted to eat his corpse, my responsibility so don't bother with sorry.” She rebukes, yet acknowledges his second point with a nod.

  Arata watches her make her way out of the collapsing building; he follows her with aches in his muscles.

  Rachamah tags on an additional point, “I originally gave you advice to improve your magic but… I was a little wrong.”

  Wrong? The advice was very useful, though I've felt that helped me understand this world quite a bit better?

  Rachamah continues, “It’s pointless to give advice on how to use magic when you don't abide by magic’s rules in the first place.”

  “Well, give yourself a bit more credi-”

  Rachamah had already left, darting up across the rooftops without any further context.

  Arata’s other world logbook entry #6: Rachamah

  I did not expect to be devoting one of these entries to some kid I met in this world. Alas, Rachamah or Rachael is very strange. This bird is an expert in the absurd, as a way of putting it.

  First of all, despite being a kid, she's an absolute menace. Possessing the hunter’s stomach is one thing, but it can only serve to refill the soul by consuming other beings for their magic. She's very invested in the idea of killing and eating anything that moves and seems to get stronger whenever she does. Even still she's not wasteful with magic.

  It's actually pretty insightful into how people fight in this world, against the Baku, she stuck to using low-level spells and not exerting herself. When she used her real strength against Beelzebub, she was the strongest being I've met in this world, on par with Beelzebub. After those two, there is a sizable gap until we get to third place.

  Secondly, now that I think about it… she handed me the knife to put down Rosemary and Lavender but fairies are immortal unless you turn them into a script, so why did she think to ask me? I haven't figured out why she knows I could do that or if she was thinking of that during the moment.

  Finally, I can't help but express a pang of sympathy with her… if I had to guess her age, she's a couple of years younger than me, probably 15-17, yet the look in her eyes, they're darker, more detached from reality and she knows how to kill a person. It's disturbing, coming from the perspective of modern society.