That Time I Got Turn That Means You’re Racist

"Did you see her? Which race is she from?" Lunaria's voice sliced through the air, her tone sharp and eyes narrowing in suspicion.

The kneeling succubus, her wings trembling slightly, glanced up with anxiety etched on her face. "With her appearance, there's no doubt she is a succubus too. I think she's hiding her true identity by claiming to be from so unknown species. She might be competing to beco the succubus queen, which ans you both are obstacles to her."

The unwelco news made Lunaria's expression darken, a storm of thoughts swirling behind her fierce gaze. Just as she was about to respond, a mocking voice echoed from behind the kneeling succubus.

"Having chit-chat about ? That's not fair!" The voice, dripping with sarcasm, caused Sora to spin around swiftly, her heart pounding.

It was Scarlett, striding across the chaotic battlefield with the aura of a tyrant queen. Her long, red heavy sword emitted a deadly red aura, resting nacingly on her shoulder as she walked. Her presence commanded attention, each step exuding confidence and power.

Beside her was Cryptus, the skeleton boy, wielding an iron sword that, while not flashy, radiated a deadly precision. As Scarlett advanced, Cryptus moved with lightning speed, his blade cutting down anyone who dared approach her.

It was a grand, flashy, and undeniably badass entry. Seeing Scarlett in person sent a shiver down Lunaria's spine, a malicious grin spreading across her face. "I can't see her face, but there's no doubt. She is not soone we can underestimate," she thought, her mind already racing with future plans.

Tiatht, her sister, echoed the sentint. "Sora, go and get the soul box," she ordered, her voice steady but urgent.

Sora's face paled, uneasiness creeping into her eyes. "B-but my lady, we haven't collected enough souls!" Her voice wavered with concern.

Tiatht's expression hardened, leaving no room for argunt. "Just do what I'm saying. If we don't act now, we might never have another chance!" Her tone was heavy, each word laden with the weight of their dire situation.

Nodding in reluctant agreent, Sora spread her wings and took to the air, her heart pounding as she flew to retrieve the soul box. Inside it were countless trapped souls, their whispers of tornt echoing in her ears.

"Should I stop her?" Cryptus asked, his hollow eyes tracking Sora's flight.

"Nah... let her go!" Scarlett replied dismissively, a smirk playing on her lips. She wasn't interested in the fleeing succubus; her focus was riveted on the succubus sisters before her.

Tiatht and Lunaria stood defiantly, their contrasting appearances striking in the chaotic battlefield. Tiatht, with her long black hair and seductive aura, licked her chin nacingly with a tongue that extended far beyond normal. Scarlett raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"OMG! You've got a long tongue. Your husband must be very satisfied with your blowjob," Scarlett remarked with a mixture of amusent and genuine impression.

Tiatht's eyes flared with anger, her voice rising in a shout. "I'm single, and we don't need n, especially those pathetic humans!" Her words were laced with fury and a hint of past resentnt.

"I'm not the type to chit-chat. Let's just finish this already!" Lunaria interrupted, her cocky deanor unwavering. She raised her hand, and suddenly it began to vibrate with a low, nacing hum.

Lunaria's unique skill was a formidable weapon. The vibrations coursed through her body, amplifying the force of her attacks tenfold. Every hit she landed could cause devastating internal damage, and she could effortlessly shatter hard objects like crashing building into pieces with just one touch or even dig through the ground with ease.

Seeing Lunaria's vibrating hand, Scarlett's eyes widened in shock and intrigue. "Holy shit! She's a living vibrator. No wonder they don't need n!" Scarlett quipped, pointing her sword at Lunaria, her expression a mix of astonishnt and dark humor.

This ti, Lunaria was the one who got angered, her eyes flashing with fury. But before she could act, Tiatht swiftly placed a restraining hand on her sister's shoulder, her touch both firm and calming. Turning towards Scarlett, Tiatht's voice beca a smooth blend of authority and persuasion.

"Scarlett Nova, I've heard much about you," Tiatht began, her tone asured and deliberate. "You are not soone we wish to waste in pointless conflict. If possible, we would rather join forces with you. Together, we could dominate the entire realm, making the six kingdoms ours and bringing about the extinction of humans."

Scarlett's confident smirk never wavered. She stretched her body, doing a few warm-ups, radiating an aura of nonchalance and readiness. "Too bad you were late," she retorted. "And now that you've dared to go against my people, your ass is gonna get beaten!" She paused, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Why do you hate humans so much anyway?"

It was obvious that the sisters harbored a deep-seated hatred for humans. They enslaved monsters and demons, yet showed no rcy to any humans they encountered, killing them without a word. Scarlett knew this vendetta was personal, a burning grudge that fueled their every action. She thought it fortunate that Yumi wasn't here; the sisters would have targeted her without hesitation.

Tiatht's expression darkened as mories surfaced, her eyes narrowing and her lips curling into a grimace. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. Her voice, tinged with bitterness and sorrow, began to recount their past, each word heavy with the weight of old wounds.

"Our mother fell in love with a human and married him, hoping to build a peaceful life in his village. She believed in a future where demons and humans could coexist. In ti, she gave birth to twins— and my sister, Lunaria. For a while, we dared to dream that we could belong."

Tiatht's face twisted with anger as she continued, her tone growing more intense. "But the villagers soon revealed their true nature. They tornted us relentlessly. Whenever Lunaria and I went outside to play, they threw stones at us, calling us monsters and abominations. The trauma was so severe that we developed prosopagnosia—a condition where we can't recognize faces. We can't see anyone's face except each other's, and the only other face we could recognize was our mother's."

Her voice cracked, the pain of those mories evident. "But life wasn't fair. They hated us for being different. Their hatred was so profound that they even killed our human father in cold blood, right before our eyes."

Lunaria's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her body trembling as she relived the agony of their past. Tiatht's voice grew thick with emotion, her anger mingling with sorrow. "Desperate to protect us, our mother fled with us to the demon realm. She left us with our grandparents in the succubus village and set off on a quest. She sought an ancient grimoire that could summon a formidable being from hell—a being she believed could force demons and humans to coexist, ensuring that no other demon would suffer as we had."

Years passed, with only sporadic ssages from their mother, each one a fragile thread of hope. "Many years later, a ssage arrived. She had succeeded in summoning the being and sent us her location. We were overjoyed, thinking we would finally be reunited. But when we arrived, we found her... already killed by those sa villagers."

Tiatht's voice broke, her cheek being red as the weight of her grief and anger overwheld her. "They murdered her, just as they had murdered our father. All her dreams, her sacrifices, everything she did for us—it was all for nothing. Those humans destroyed everything we loved, and they will pay for it."

The air grew heavy with the intensity of Tiatht's emotions, her pain and rage palpable. But there was soone else present, soone who felt an even deeper shock and sorrow than the twin sisters. A blank, emotionless voice broke the tension. "Was your mother's na Catherine?"

The voice belonged to Cryptus. His hollow, skeletal eyes seed to conceal a deep, aching pain.

Tiatht's eyes narrowed with suspicion and confusion. "Yes! How do you know? Did you also do a background check on us?"

Scarlett's eyes widened in realization. The succubus who had summoned Cryptus was the mother of these twin sisters.

Cryptus seed to crumble under the weight of his own regret. His grip loosened, and his sword fell to the ground with a soft thud. "Your mother didn't want you to beco like this," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, rigid and strained, as if the words were too painful to speak.

Tears began to fall from the dark green lights in his hollow eye sockets. They were tears of regret and sorrow. If only he had been stronger back then, their mother might have survived. She had often spoken to him about her daughters, about her dreams for them to grow up happy and strong. Seeing what they had beco now, he blad himself for failing her.

Scarlett, noticing his tears, reached out to him. "Hey, hey! Stop crying. This has nothing to do with you," she said, trying to comfort him. Then, in a typical Scarlett fashion, she added with a touch of dark humor, "And soone explain to

how tears are flowing out when you don't even have eyes?"

It was a sight both adorable and painful—a young skeleton, barely two and a half years old, bearing the weight of such imnse guilt. It wasn't his fault that he had been weak back then.

Cryptus wiped away his tears, steeling himself with renewed determination. He wasn't the type to cry for long. He had made a vow to change, to grow stronger. With a resolute expression, he picked up his sword once again.

The atmosphere crackled with a mix of emotions—grief, regret, determination, and an unspoken bond that had just been revealed. Scarlett stood ready, her heart heavy with the complexity of the situation, knowing that this battle was now charged with even more significance.

"I get why you hate them, but taking it out on every human isn't the answer," Cryptus said, his adorable voice brimming with confidence. As he spoke, he thought about Yumi. After eting her, Cryptus realized that not every human was evil, and no single race was made of pure evil. Every race had a few evil individuals who tainted the image of the entire group.

Seeing him regain his confidence, Scarlett smiled. She turned back towards the sisters, now aware that they were, in a way, step-sisters to Cryptus. But despite this newfound connection, nothing could change the fact that a battle was inevitable.

Scarlett raised her heavy sword and pointed it at the sisters, her tone laced with dark humor. "Just like humans, you are discriminating too. Do you know what that ans?" She paused for dramatic effect. "That ans, you are racist!"

She exclaid this with shaless glee, adding, "Hehehe... but don't worry, I'm kind of racist too. Let's find out who's more racist!" Scarlett chuckled at her own joke as she moved forward, ready to fight.

The others also took their positions, tension crackling in the air. But as Scarlett took one step forward, a lightning bolt of current surged through her body, giving her an uneasy feeling.

"Did my soul get damaged?" she wondered, a mix of surprise and astonishnt flashing across her face.

"No! It's not my soul but the villagers' souls remaining in the village!" she realized. Because all the villagers had given their souls to Scarlett, she could sense that their souls were being damaged.

Her expression turned urgent as she spun around to face Cryptus. "Soone invaded Dreadhaven! Go and get Reiza or whoever you et first and rush back to the village!" she ordered, her voice filled with urgency.

Cryptus's eyes widened in shock. He wanted to see what would happen with the sisters, but the safety of the villagers was more important. Without wasting a single mont, he nodded and hurried off to find soone and return to Dreadhaven.