Saint Lime had been thrown in the slammer by the demon army, but her fighting spirit was still burning. The higher-ups figured they needed to put the threat out for good. So, Devil Beetle, the bug-brained bruiser with more legs than common sense, and his newly recruited magical girl lackey, Saint Cherry, decided to crank the crazy up to eleven.
“Please, do whatever you want with this pathetic, defeated Saint Cherry,” she said.
For Lime, getting a front-row seat to Saint Cherry, the hero she’d been simping for since day one, turned into a full-on circus act of disgrace was a total mind-melt. The sight of her hero in such a state short-circuited something in her brain, and those hidden desires she’d been trying to shove into a box finally kicked the door down. She folded faster than a lawn chair at a heavyweight fight.
And just like that, the newly converted masochistic magical girl looked at her… brother? Sister? Let’s call ’em with a question mark who’d also gotten stuck in magical limbo after losing to Devil Beetle. Same song, second verse. Lime decided to walk the exact same path. Consider this her villain origin story.
She announced with a grin, “I’m officially graduating from the whole ‘hero of justice’ thing.”
