The cult hall was thick with smoke and fear. Geto stood at the center, robes swaying, his voice heavy with menace.
"…and when the last monkey is gone, this world will know true silence. A silence born from—"
"Sensei," Nanako tugged at his sleeve.
He ignored her. "—from the will of sorcerers, the rightful—"
"Sensei." This time louder.
Geto's eye twitched. "…What?"
"The crepe shop closes in fifteen minutes."
The silence in the hall shattered like glass. Even the curses at his feet froze.
Mimiko chimed in sweetly, "You promised us strawberry this time. Not that plain chocolate you always pick for yourself."
Geto pinched the bridge of his nose. "I am outlining the future of humanity."
Nanako crossed her arms. "And I am outlining the future of us eating dessert before curfew."
The cult members glanced at each other, horrified. Their dark priest had gone from "I will commit mass genocide" to "oops, gotta buy crepes" in under ten seconds.
Geto sighed, long and dramatic. "Fine. But if the line is long, I'm burning the shop down."
Mimiko beamed. "That's our priest!"
Nanako added, "Part-time criminal, full-time dad."
The twins skipped out of the hall hand in hand, leaving Geto to trail after them, robes dragging, curses slithering behind like embarrassed bodyguards.
One follower dared to whisper, "So…do we still kill all non-sorcerers?"
Geto stopped at the door, glancing back with a death glare that froze the man's blood.
"…After crepes."