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Normally the walk home is boring, quiet. Just as the town itself. Nothing ever happens, nothing of any importance anyways. That’s the way it had always been, and it was the way it always would be. Akira always believed that old mantra his family muttered under their breath, passing the days by like a lazy creek.
He once planned to live his life the same way. Before that night, that is.
Thinking back on it, the memory was more a collection of snapshots than a movie. A scream ringing out from up ahead. Drunken babbling. His legs, suddenly moving faster from underneath him. Sneakers squeaking as Akira slides to a halt. Stumbling, a mumbled threat, golden eyes filled with clouded hatred. Flash. A missing shot. The memory smells of electricity, like a flash of lightning and thunder. Yet the skies had been clear that night.
A man lying on the ground. Blood slides down his face. Eyes, staring at Akira, at the entity that had suddenly taken his place in the universe. Something roared in his lungs, in his heart, entwined with his very lifeforce. It tingled at the ends of his fingertips, the ones that hadn’t touched that man.
Yet, he had been pushed.
An arrest. A trial. All had led him to Tokyo, to standing in the rain on his way to school, to watching a boy get hit by a car. To watch the boy get back up as if nothing had happened. To hear a cat speak to him, speak to his very soul, giving him a name for what he had become, what he had always been.
Kurusu Akira; A Witch.
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Have you ever woken up from a dream and felt like ‘woah, where the hell am I??’ Well, in Morgana’s case, amnesia was quite the same. He knew his name, and everything else? Eh,
He was working on it.
Stuck in a cat body was the first clue. Something told him he had once had magic, which existed! He was, pretty sure. Okay, so, a lot of his ‘facts’ were assumed. Who could really argue with him though? He had fucking amnesia!
Cliff notes time. By the time he had run into those two idiots he’d joined forces with, he had a few things figured out.
Once upon a time, Morgana was one of the most powerful sorcerers known to the world. Or unknown. Pah, whatever. He was powerful! Powerful enough that he had enemies, enemies that stole his fucking magic and spread it around. And they turned him into a cat! Awful, truly awful. So, his magic? Given to a bunch of nasty regular humans. Worst part? They were using it for shitty things!
So, that was where they were at. Morgana needed his magic back, but with his little cat body? Impossible. Ugh, having to form a familiar bond with that newbie witch was an annoying necessity to get his powers back. But, it almost felt, too right?
Morgana; A Sorcerer.
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When most people described a concept of God, capital G God, they tended to go one of two ways. Old white dude with white beard, bathrobe, that kinda thing. Or, yknow, the classic ‘god is a woman’ thing. Beyonce? That’s the one. Yeah!
But, y’know, as someone who’s met the big G? Ryuji knows the truth. Well, in theory.
It’s hard to describe. A flickering image, like you shake your head too fast and look out at a crowd? Ooh, or if you got bad vision and smash your glasses! Well, Ryuji doesn’t need glasses, but, you get it! Right? But yeah, no solid form. Wicked, really. Oh, and the eyes. Biblical angel shit, okay? So many eyes. Creepy lil peepers. They say Santa sees everything, so he must have the same thing and that is a thought he will never recover from.
“Do you know why you’re here?” It asked, though did it really speak? He wasn’t sure. Some mouth moved, but another didn’t? Wait, was that a turtle there for a second? “I suppose not. Well, you died.”
Wait, record scratch. Rewind please! “I’M DEAD?!”
So yeah he died! That bastard Kamoshida had fucking hit him with his car, and left Ryuji’s body to rot in the school parking lot. Asshole. But, apparently this God fella wasn’t a fan of this either! Win win, right? So he was being sent back! You only live once? Maybe for you, Ryuji was just built different!
“...Wait, cat-”
“I am not a cat!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Does this make me a zombie?!”
“No, idiot. Ugh, you’re-”
Sakamoto Ryuji; An Undead.
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When you’re born a certain way, you sort of grow used to living that way. Since, well, that’s your reality, right? So for Ann, being a demon wasn’t anything but the norm. Each morning she woke up, stretched out her arms, legs, wings, and tail. For a succubus like her, hiding her horns was an everyday thing. They, well. Hm. It was hard to explain in a way that was more than just saying ‘it’s magic, duh’! All that mattered was the horns and wings? She could will those away. Her tail, all long and such, could just wrap around her middle under her uniform.
Keeping your demon-ness a secret was like, the number one thing. However, Ann had always been the worst actor to ever live. So, yeah, Shiho had known for most of their lives. And, yet, she wasn’t afraid to get close to her. Her magic worked in touches, intimacy, any form of any type of love. Oh, how she loved Shiho. Once she believed it was just a friendly thing, but, well.
Kamoshida was making her realize many things. Panicked, on that ride in the ambulance, Ann finally realized she’d fallen for her best friend. Their connection had both saved and kinda doomed Shiho to this fate, but it wasn’t something she could regret. Especially when she could taste her love’s feelings in her touch. Shiho’s presence was a swirling warmth in her chest and belly, it made her want to let out her wings and fly back to Shujin and punch that fucking teacher.
But that would just make things worse. That’s when she remembered that weird guy, Ryuji, and the weird talking cat they carried around.
Takamaki Ann; A Succubus.