The terrifying screams reigned all around her. She leisurely strolled through the flickering flames with some dango in her mouth and a fireball in her hand. 'If this doesn't please the Harpy... nothing will...' Suddenly, everything for as far as the eye could see was on fire, and the shrieking in Puppet's head were reduced to a pleased purr, the Harpy was happy. 'Well... now it's time to please the demon...' She thought while expanding her wings. Her wings quickly turned from white bone, to opalesque transparent devil wings, and then to white and feathery, to black and deadly. The colour in her eyes vanished as her hair lengthened down her spin and to her feet, with blond and brown seeping through.

'Now, time to put me in Auto-Pilot.' She thought before losing complete control of her body.

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Several hours later, Puppet staggered her way back to the Akatsuki hideout, completely exhausted... covered in her victims blood... her burns already healing... she collapsed on the ground... 'I'll... I'll keep going after... after a short nap...' But unfortunately for her, a survivor from the village had followed her... he had heard of Harpies... and somehow knew her weakness... if tore out her wings, which still hadn't made their way back into their crevices. She didn't wake... and the vengeful survivor checked her pulse, which wasn't there... and smiled, "You'll live no longer demon..." And then fortunately for her, she didn't have a pulse since she didn't have a heart... but... the villager took the Lotus Impaler, and a necklace she usually wore... and left... leaving Puppet a weak, immobile, undead target.