[Expectedly, Ebalon goes tumbling to the floor in a flail of corrupted limbs and white robes. He lands solidly on his tailbone, hands splayed behind him to prop himself up while he just looks at La Pluma with some mix of shock and vitriol.]

Mizuki expressed wanting to become "one" with me, [a normal thing that Ebalon just fucking said yes to,] and I agreed, of course. The spell to bind our emotions is my original creation, but our souls are being shared through a demonic pact.

...

I did not inform you that I'm a demon, did I?

[How many nukes can one man drop in the span of five minutes]