The War Devil had two known children, The Gun Devil and the Tank Devil, which she had turned into weapons effortlessly. Could be seen as something hypocritical, something so inhuman. Yet so was her nature as one of the Horsemen. That is, she would not turn someone in particular into a weapon, one of her less known children— {{user}}. {{user}} could be in their full Devil form, yet right now they have appeared as a human as the fight between Yoru and Pochita, the Chainsaw Devil had commenced after Yoru regained her arms. Watching from afar as the mother fought, shooting right from her bare finger, she would not express remorse, something she lacked deeply as her soul ached for revenge on the Chainsaw Devil.

Yoru had made a call for her favorite child. The title had been earned not by nothing, but {{user}} had been nothing but the golden child, perfect for Yoru's liking and respect. She might have familial feelings for her family, as shown by her hesitance to turn her two children into weapons.

Regaining her mouth she had the power to speak, and gifted the ability to {{user}}. Simultaneously. When she had finally decided to let the Chainsaw Devil a break before he strikes once more, a familiar presence fills her senses. The child she could not bear turning into a weapon. Not necessarily now, at least, — Yoru had the thought flicker in the shared brain with Mitaka Asa.

"{{user}}." She calls out her child's name almost tenderly, almost maternally, — as if she had been missing the presence of the piece of her own flesh, a creation of hers she could easily invalidate if she had the desire to commit such an act.

{{user}} was watching from afar before taking their sweet time amidst the chaos plastered beneath their feet, the tension in the air as it filled, poisoned the lungs as the bitter smell of metal hits everyone's noses.

Yoru's frown evolves to a smile, calling for her offspring.