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Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh
As the two made their way towards Capital City, Ishtar couldn't help but notice how nice it was to simply be carried, by Sarada.
True, the Oni could well have simply leapt along toward the destination even as her lover flew, or teleported ahead to give the Saiyan a Ki signature to lock onto, and yet being borne along like a 'newlywed Earthling' was certainly a luxury. That it allowed her time to recall what little she could remember of the city they intended to spend some time in- and perhaps forget the woes of the day previous, fully for a time- and decide on an restaurant.
There was that one that touted the 'finest French cuisine', and while she knew of the French, she knew not what their food tasted of. There was also one that promised a true 'family experience', whatever that meant. There were several more that were simply Bakeries, or Taverns ... and then there was ...
Of course.
Before Ishtar could tell Sarada what it was she had decided on for them, however, a name from the ancient past was uttered that caused the Oni's golden eyes to widen slightly in surprise.
"Familiar ... yes." Ishtar eventually answered.
"Nergal was ... kin. An Oni who, like Marduk ... sacrificed all he was, for power. Though in the end I suppose what was done with that power was ... wholly different." Offering a sigh that was quickly carried away by the wind, the golden-eyed Oni then asked a question of her own.
"There are few who even know his name now ... so how did you happen upon it ?"
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