[160,000 years in the past, timeline 5%$@*%@@%&# in the Fragmented Palace of 8 Spaces]
I look at the throne in this place and see a beautiful girl "lying" on it. Her legs are draped over the throne's right armrest, her spine against the seat, and her neck resting on the other armrest. She's holding a skull, examining it curiously as I approach and bow.
"Hello, Number 0..." She is the strongest living demon, Number 0, far above me, who is Number 6.
"Oh, Hexael, what are you doing here..." she asks without interest, calling me by my name.
"I came to see you..."
"In cat form? You know I hate cats. They shed. I hate dirt. It makes me scratch my arms down to the bone." She speaks, already starting to scratch her arm exaggeratedly.
"I won't shed anything. I'm careful..."
