Heellloo! I'm back~! Eh. That's all I have to say, I guess.

"Masters, how may I (we) serve you?"

Mabel raked at her twin, giving him a look to be the one ordering the three. But Dipper disagreed, "No. You do it."

"Brother."

"Sister."

Mabel's eyes beamed blue, not actually scaring Dipper; who had his eyes beam the same as well. Both had a battle of war in their eyes 'till Mirell stepped forward. She cleared her throat, "Dear Masters, I believe we have a guest arriving."

The Gleefuls turned their heads to look at each other, "Guests?"

"Hah, this is a very weird house, alright!" Pacifica wandered around the lobby, it was gigantic! She gripped on the straps of her backpack, staring at the ceiling in amazement. "This is so cool! It's my first time seeing a house as big as this!"

"Ugh. What's she doing here?" Mabel sassily said, coming down the stairs. "I don't like low-life commoners like you in my household."

And..the rivalry begins as Pacifica snapped back. "Heey, don't forget that it was you who brought me here!"

"What?! Liar! Why would I need help from someone who's out of poverty like you?!"

"I called her here," Dipper came down the stairs, with hands in pockets. He earned a face from his sister, "To deal with the ghost problem?"

"Why let her do it?" Mabel snapped, "What about them?" She gestured at the Ciphers, who waved at Pacifica.

"They don't take responsibility for their actions." Dipper remarked, "Remember the last time we left the house and left them in charge?"

"Yeah, but of all things, why her?!"

Pacifica mumbled, "Uhm, I'm standin' right here so.."

"Trust me, Pacifica is a responsible person." Dipper sneaked up behind her, clamping a hand on her shoulder. "She can handle this."

"Uhm, th-thanks for the compliment, I guess..?" Pacifica slightly blushed, looking away. Though, if only that immersing feeling would last longer. She earned a death glare from Mabel. Meep. Yup, I'm gonna die.

"Herell, Airell, Millel. Take our guest to the guest room." Upon staying close to Pacifica then later walking right past her, Dipper headed to the dressing room.

The three Ciphers nodded and turned to Pacifica, "Ma'am, please come with us." Millel said to Pacifica in monotone. Pacifica nodded and was lead to the guest room, she walked by the fireplace.

"Phew. This is the first time I've seen Dippy this serious!" Airell steeked the door close from behind, she leaned her back against the doors. "I can't believe he'd risk his neck to hire someone like you! And that's not very..Dippy-styled, 'kay?"

"Uhm, who are you?" Pacifica asked to Airell, sweating a bit.

"Airell. Airell Cipher." Airell replied, tipping her top hat at Pacifica.

"Herell Cipher."

"Millel Cipher."

"So...you three are siblings or whatanots?" Pacifia asked them, prompting Airell to laugh and slap her knee.

"Us? Siblings?" Airell laughed. "Ha! Great guess, kid." She clicked her throat, shooting at Pacifica. "Nah. Of course we're not. We're..somewhat the same person."

"Huh?"

"Aizell, what do you think you're doing?" Herell questioned, giving a glare.

"Oh c'mon, Herie!" Airell grinned. "It's not nice to not tell people the truth, right?"

"Since when were you sticked to the truth?" Herell folded ber arms. "You're the one who lies, Millel's the one who cries, and I'm the one who's most riled."

"Yeah. Yeah." Airell turned to Pacifica: flinching in fright when she saw Airell looking at her. "You see, kid. We're not like you at all!" Pacifica raised a brow. "We're demons! Dream Demons!"

"Huh? D-D-D-DEMONS?!" Pacifica rummaged her hand through the area, and only then finding a tray. "St-Stay back! No one's going to steal my soul!" She aimed it at them.

Airell bursted out laughing, she clutched her stomach. "Haha, I like you already! You're damn hilarious!" She hovered above ground, making Pacifica stutter in fear. "Do you think a tray's going to defeat a powerful demon like..ME?!"

Blue fire aroused behind her. Her eyes glown blue as well. She then said in a deep voice, "Oh come on, you're PATHETIC! Don't make me laugh, KID! You're so FUTILE that you can't even think rationally whether if that'll hurt me or not--" Herell interrupted her so called "show" by smacking her on the head.

Airell's flames dispersed as she plummeted at the ground, "idiot, don't scare her. We know you don't like being somewhat like your dad, but honestly, you're behaving like Bill right now." Herell glared down at Airell.

"Yeesh, you're so mean!" Airell recovered, scraping her head childishly. "Would you stop comparing me to that one hell of a demon?!"

"Ahh, it can't be helped." Herell smoked, with the cigarette in her mouth. "You sound like him now. You're daddy's little girl after all."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up!" Pacifica interrupted. "Are you going to take my soul?!"

"Relax, kiiid." Airell raised her hands up to her head defenselessly. "We ain't gonna hurt ya! We're in Master Dipper and Mabel's commands!"

"Di-Dipper and Mabel?! Is that why they brought me here?! For you two to hurt me?!"

"Nope. They just want you to finish up the ghost problem! Don't worry, they'll pay ya!"

"Why me? Aren't you three demons? Can't you be the ones defeating the spirit?" Pacifica placed the tray back down fearfully. "I mean, devils to devils, right?"

"It was Master Dipper's decision for you to be the one catching it." Millel uttered. "You have to do it."

Pacifica groaned in despair. She covered her face with her palms. "Ohhh, whatever happened to the world? Why do I have to be in these crazy situations?"

"Is it me or am I sensing déjà vu?" Airell tapped her chin, examining Pacifica. "Oookay! Let's get dressin'!"

"D-Dressing?" Pacifica dazed. "W-Why?!"

"You're in a party, silly!"

Herell fakely yawned, taking the cigg out of her mouth. (did I write that right? Cigg- cigarette? Can anyone please tell me what's the abbreviated term for cigarette?) "AND..she's too erratic towards this." Thus, thrived off Airell's attention.

"Well, at least I'm not an asshole!"

"Airell, my dad's the asshole."

"Well--" their conversation got interrupted by a certain person. Dipper Gleeful opened the doors, examining the three then to Pacifica with a steer expression.

"Would any of you mind telling me why Southeast's holding a tray and Herell's smoking?" Dipper quirked a brow, prompting Pacifica to purposely drop the tray.

Herell incinerated her cigg into ashes, earning an annoying grin from Airell. She rolled her eyes, "We were just beginning to dress her up."

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"You look pretty." Millel said, staring at Pacifica's evening lake foam green dress. "I actually envy you for having good looks."

"Pretty!" Airell flailed her arms out in the air, "Though, I'd like it more if it was all yellow!" She snagged out a picture frame of Bill in his human form out of nowhere, she pushed the picture forely at Pacifica. "See? This is what my dad looked like!"

"Uhh, you don't need to show me the demon's face." Pacifica uncomfortably uttered.

Airell giggled, "I just wanted you to see my old man's face! 'Cuz if you see one like him here, don't hesitate to attack him!" She cackled, inheriting the psycopath's derranged laugh and earning another smack on the head from Herell.

"I told you to stop that." Herell grabbed Airell's collar, constantly shaking her. "Why don't you ever listen? Were you this stubborn back then where you were alive?"

"Haha. Now. Now. Stop shakin'! I easily get motion sickness!"

"Why attack your dad? He doesn't mean any harm, right?" Pacifica cluelessly questioned. The two instantly stopped and exchanged baffled glances.

"Ha.. this girl," Airell snickered, instilling confusion to Pacifica as always. "Ilama, my father is no ordinary demon. He's the ruler of the Nightmare Realm, he has deceived a lot of beings. He's the one who tried to cause world domination in Earth for four consecutive days." She was prefering to call Pacifica Southeast as Ilama: Pacifica Northwest's zodiac sign back in Gravity Falls. But, guess Airell was so used in calling her Ilama that she'd forgot that this was her reverse version: the Pine Tree.

"Isn't this Earth?"

"This is the reverse world of Earth. The real one is back at Airell's dimension." Millel said, gripping on her broom once more. She hasn't took it away yet.

"Actually, the Nightmare Realm is my real dimension but back then when I was a human, it was Earth." Airell shrugged, "Us daughters of demons aren't actually from our fathers' bloodlines. We are dying humans that were just brought back to life by someone like Bill, Kill and Will."

"Why save you? Isn't he evil?"

"They're using us, making us weapons or a thing." Millel said to Pacifica, looking eeriely down at the floor. No one knows why, is there even something interesting down there? "Will only made me his daughter years ago when I was a maid of the Gleefuls' ancestor, I was murdered by someone but was revived by Will."

"I died a couple of thousand years ago!" Airell gleefully said, tipping her hat at Pacifica joyously once more for no reason.

"I died..when.. when.. I can't remember," Herell blunted. "That asshole, Kill, erases my mind everytime I get too near with the secrets of how I became his daughter."

"Is she done yet?" Dipper walked in the room and stopped his tracks when he saw Pacifica. He scanned her from head to toe, "That'll do, let's go." He grasped Pacifica's wrist and dragged her away.

The three watched the two flee. Airell shed a fake tear beneath her opened eye, "aww, he grows up so fast!" She took a tissue from Millel's tissue box and blowed her nose, "I damn teared up! Bravo! Bravo!"

"Careful now," Millel patted her back, "It's okay. That's our Airell. Yes, yes. Humans grow up so fast, yes." Upon Airell calming down, Will, in his human form, walked in.

"Why is she crying?" Will's eyes began to well up, sniffing. "I-If she's crying the-then I'm cr-crying!" And he cried, almost flooding the whole dressing room.

"Father, please stop crying. Airell's just crying in joy." Millel embraced her father, "She didn't mean to make you cry."

Will sniffed, "I-I'm sorry." He began tearing up once more, tears rolling down his cheek. But then released a wave of tears, "I'M SOOORRRRYY!!!"

"There, there." Millel patted her father's back as Herell took her feet off ground, staring down at the flood of wet tears. She sighed in disappointment, while shooking her head.

"Oh my," Airell, on the other hand, got her feet in ground off ground as well. "Milly, do your thing." she turned to Millel, giving her a face.

Millel nodded. From hugging her dad to letting go and rising her arms from side to side, the flood of tears began to swirl in a spiral motion, soon then evaporated into thin air. Airell and Herell got their feet back down at ground as Millel returned into helping Will recover and calm down.

"Wo-ho-ho! Ain't this terrific?" Airell clinged her cane across her shoulder as she jutted her tounge out wickedly, "Who's tears could flood a whole room? Ol' little Willy can!"

"Yeah. Come to think of it, how is that even possible?" Herell asked Millel, "This isn't some joke, alright?"

"Father is a pathological crier."

"Not a useful answer."

Pacifica walked away from Dipper for a moment to talk to Gideon, who was surprisingly there, all confused and scared. An arm pressed itself against Dipper's shoulder, he turned to see Airell with a smug face.

She had a different outfit. She wore a navy blue dress shirt under a white dress vest, a navy blue mini skirt, long black jeans and a bolo tie wedged on his dress vest. She finally pushed her bangs to each side, revealing her two eyes; disguised as human eyes. She had fair skin and an amulet wedged on her headband. Her outfit's similar to Dipper and Mabel's outfits. (You can see what she looks like up in the media).

She changed her look for people to manufacture her as an ordinary staff working in an ordinary manor.

"What do you want, Cipher?" Dipper asked coldly.

Airell chortled, "Just wanted to ask ya something." Her eye trailed up to Pacifica, "Do you like her?" Dipper, as well, stared at Pacifica.

"No." He brusquely replied.

"Oh c'mon, Dippin'-Sauce. Don't lie to your superior!"

"You're not my superior, I am." He brushed her arm away, "Again, why are you here?"

"I told ya, I'm here to ask a teensy little question!" The party had already started. High-ranked guests were wandering around, some were bantering and laughing fawningly.

"Just go ahead. You're wasting my time, Triangle."

Airell's face bloated up, "Rude.." she pouted and imitated a puppy's actions, "So when's the wedding? Are you two dating?"

"What?" Dipper narrowed his eyes at her, "The hell, what are you talking about?"

"Ugh. Kid, isn't it obvious?" Airell facepalmed helplessly, "Gah, you're so clueless! That's what makes you humans pathetic! ARE. YOU. AND. SOUTHEAST. DATING?"

"We're not dating," Dipper caught something on the corner of his eyes. He turned and saw one of the government agents, "Shoot. What are they doing here? How did they got in?"

"Yeah. No kidding." Airell flattened her brows as she stared at the agents, there were many of them lingering around. This could be a sign of trouble for them. "Your call, Dipster?"

"Tell the two to engage violence." Dipper turned to Airell with murderous turquoise blue eyes, "I want them all dead." His amulet from his bolo tie glown the same color as his eyes.

Airell smirked, "Sure thing." She bumped her fists together as her eyes drew in psychoticness, "You know I like to hurt people." She played an innocent act as she walked away from Dipper and headed to the staff room where the others were.

She bursted in, slamming the doors open loudly. "Girls, shall we enact another hellish show tonight?" Will was there as well, still blowing his nose. A pile of crumpled tissues were laying around the corner and you may not wanna touch them.

"What's the situation?" Herell flicked her sais towards Airell, its tip reached her neck. A streak of black blood rolled down Airell's fair skin. Though, she just laughed in pain.

"Government agents are scattered around the mansion. Let's kill them all before they report anything!" Airell laughed, stepping away from the sais' tip. "And let's not get started on the part where we burn 'em!"

"I don't get it why you two enjoy killing people." Millel interrupted, tending Will with love and care. "Humans work hard in giving birth. Their parents were deeply in love and they were the result of that love. How rude we are to kill them mercilessly."

"I..actually never thought of that." Will rationalized.

"Oh c'mon, Milly!" Airell extended her cane, evolving it into a musket. "We just have to do this job. It's what we're borned to do, y'know?"

"Precisely." Herell noted.

Millel sighed in defeat and kneeled up, "Fine.." she summoned a blue parasol out of blue mists, saying. "Let's just do this. I won't do violence." Her plain blue hair began to turn into navy blue that ombrés into sky blue. Cyan mists shrouded her locks.

The three took action and left Will alone, who safely returned back to the main room; the Gleefuls' rooms for it to make more sense. "Let's start, shall we?" Airell drapped her musket on her shoulder as Herell stood aside her.

"Don't carry a musket around in the open, you'll get caught." Herell snarled, making Airell chortle.

"Yeah, you're right! Probably." Airell's musket dissolved away as they watched the guests and other staffs mulling around, "I wonder which one of 'em are the agents?"

"Yeah, most guests here are men in black." Herell added.

"Good point." Airell chortled, "Can't we start already? I say we begin the fight when other guests lessen!"

"That won't be necessary. I sense something ominous," Herell watched Agent Powers and Trigger examine the area. "It won't be long 'till the ghost interrupt the party, let's make this quick so no one'll report any eccentric things."

"Whoa, hold up! Can't we just erase their memories when that happens?"

"That's dumb. Since when do you ever reject violence?"

"Oh right!" Airell sheepishly laughed, "Keep out an eye for Archibad Corduroy for me, 'kay?" Archibald Corduroy is the ancestor of Robbie Corduroy, he is now a current ghost, haunting the Pines Manor. "I know just the place where I'll murder!" She disappeared in a flash, ridiculously without anyone witnessing.

Herell sighed, "She had to say it out loud." She turned her earpiece on, "Huh? Oh, you knew? Alright, you know what to do then, Millel." Clearly, Millel was telling her that she was knew about Airell and Herell's discussion. Obviously, she had her claivoryance attended.

Airell bursted in the men's room as she cackled, "now who wants their corpses to be buried?!" She jutted her tounge out as she tromped forward. "I have no doubts in coming in the men's room 'cause that was the first lesson Billster taught me! Don't be afraid to murder in the men's room!"

She barged in each door and wielded her gun up to her chest. The man in there, who was just about to take his underwear off screamed in fear. Even though this was an awkward moment, Airell grimaced in disguest.

"Ugh. Would it kill you to wear pants before I murder you?" Well, at least she still has aversion about that. The man did so, pulling his pants up and wearing his belt. She grinned after that, "there we go!" She aimed the gun's muzzle at him, "Say, are you a government agent?"

"Y-Y-Yeah." The man stuttered.

"Thanks! Sooorrry~! But I need to KILL you. Got that?" It only took second before she triggered the trigger and killed the man.

Millel walked in a room, with her head jerked down and her bangs shrouding over her eyes. "I wonder who will greet me?" She muttered to herself, carrying her opened parasol on her shoulder.

The room was dark but lightened by a fireplace. Four men in black kneeled down to investigate the furnitures, some were writing down notes. It's obvious that they were governmeny agents. One of the men noticed Millel, "Kid, I advice you to get out of here. This is an investigate and we sincerely don't need any disturbance from you or anyone."

"No one's..leaving. No. Not ever. Not 'till every single one of you dies." Millel mumbled, baffling the four of them. She closed her parasol and dropped it down. She began walking up to the four and opened her eyes, revealing her splits. Every possible exit in the room shutted close, including the vents.

The one who asked her to leave, sat up and rushed to her. "Kid, I told you! No--" after a step closer to her, he fell down on the floor unconsciously. But truly, he wasn't really unconscious. He was dead for sure. A soul of his soared out of its own body and disappeared into thin air.

"What are you?!" Yelled the one who was jotting down notes.

Millel tilted her head, "Huh? You want to know?" Thunder flashed as it frightened them. "Well, since you're about to die anyway, there'll be no harm in telling you." She bowed in a curtsy, "I am no human. I am a demon." She replied creeply in monotone, "I want to stop you. I want to hurt you. I want to kill you." Blue mists filled the room as each one of them fell down one by one.

Herell, who just entered the garden, stared down at a corpse. She was stepling on the deceased man's head, "I pity you. Humans are so easy to take down. Though, you could've been tougher." She heard footsteps coming in so she dragged the body into a shed.

After mustering out of it, she spotted Dipper and Pacifica running after being chased by a ghost. Herell locked her eyes on Dipper 'till he met eyes with her. She gave a face whether if she'll help or not but he shooked his head in response.

She sighed as she shoved a cigarette in her mouth, "He doesn't..need my help? Why does he even need a demon servant if he can handle things thoroughly?" She thrown the cigg over her shoulder, prompting it to fall in the deceased body. Unnaturally, the whole shed burned into a mass of red flames after throwing the cigg to there. "Hmm, I don't get humans at all."

Once the three decided to assemble in the grand room, where things were private since this discussion was about murder. "Did you took them out? Are they all gone?" Herell queried to Airell.

"Yup. They're done!" Airell gloated.

"Perfect. Have you disposed the evidence?"

"Not yet." Airell snagged out her pocketwatch and triggered its adjustment button, prompting every corpse to disappear, along with its blood. "But now they are. I transported them to the Nightmare Realm.. that way, Veronica and the henchmaniacs would just take care of the corpses in no time."

"How about yours, Millel?" Herell asked Millel.

Millel silently turned and looked away reluctantly, "mine.. mine..was already disposed. I've thrown them into the ocean. Right about now, sharks or amongst other sea predators have eaten them."

"I burned the bodies into ashes, including the shed at the garden." Herell added, "Hopefully, Master Dipper or either Mabel doesn't mind anything about that."

"Nah, I'm sure it's fine!" Airell slopped her arm across Herell's shoulder, irritating her once more. "Moreover, the important thing is that we finished the job and disposed the evidence, right?"

"Yes. But, I feel like we forgot something."

Screams were heard from the ball room, alarming the three. Airell peeked over the curtains that was the exit or entrance of the room to see Archibald rampaging the whole place. Turning guests into wood, including Gideon.

Spotting Mabel Gleeful using as a sacrifice to pay their ancestor's debts of breaking the promise, Airell squeaked. "He has Shooting Star!"

"Southeast?" Millel questioned.

"N-No! Not that one! Th-That's not what I meant!" Airell steeked the curtains and plopped her back against it, "I meant Mabel! No hard feelings, but I'm too used to calling her Shooting Star. Relatively speaking that her Earth version's part of the zodiac is that."

"Let's save her!" Herell demanded.

"Sure, but I gotta warn Dipster!" Airell remarked, teleporting away in a zap.