The cloud Uzza was on was traveling fast through the sky. As she was on top of the bermuda triangle, she saw a rocket come and crash into the ocean.

“They are at it again…” she muttered. “Mm?” she looked back, and gray fog was gathering behind her. She was startled for a second but then said, “What do you want?”

“Let me in,” a voice whispered in her head. “I’ll help you get what you want.”

“Hmph, you think I’ll depend on a demon to get what I want?” she snorted. “Don’t flatten yourself.”

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