Void, Shuuta's body hovered in the abyss; nothing was apparent, nothing was audible, and not a slight of anything was there.
A smog lurked in the shadows, and a red-blackish mist drifted imperceptibly towards Shuuta, taking over his body and possessing him.
"Huh? Did he stop breathing already? Boring." The pervy-looking girl wined.
The demon girl then gazed at the shuddering Kurumi; her hands were shaking. Her eyes had lost all hope. She tried to run, but her slim legs gave up, making her petite body punch to the ground.
"It seems you're the weakest of the bunch, why are you even here little girl..." Her eyes pierced through her heart, leaving a deep impression on Kurumi.
"Hikaru...Shuuta...." Kurumi couldn't even talk anymore; fear completely took her over.
"Then perish little morsel!" The erotic demon lurched aggressively, pointing her sharp cla
Hikaru felt weak on his feet; his heart started to pump faster, his body trembled in sadness, and he bathed in sorrow. He gnashed his teeth, only to darken his face. "Lies..." He paused, only to repeat but louder, "LIES!" "You better start saying your farewell to that girl, there's no way in hell she'll survive." The demon started to laugh frantically. "I'll kill you!" Hikaru choked the demon to death, casting holy light on his hands, her body pulverized, disappearing into nothing. "Asmodeus...? That name...I studied religion, my mother forced me to...I recognized that name, it's one of the seven princes of hell...so he's real?" Shuuta was shuddering in his shoes. He understood that Mystics were an out-of-world entity, but he never thought hell existed; he mulled it over and realized heaven also existed. If that's the case, then God exists, and da
Every morning it's a hassle for Shuuta; he must deal with Hanako's stickiness, Yuri's needy behavior, and Noara's abuse. Though he felt at ease, being surrounded by outlandish girls was a gift! God's plan to be precise. Only someone was missing. Kurumi, the murder loli. 'I haven't checked on her...I hope she's alright.' Shuuta contemplated the horizon. Currently, he was in class, gazing through the window, watching the birds fly, and the clouds disperse as he kept his glance. It was scorching outside. Shuuta pictured Hanako in a bikini splashing water at him. Kazuma watched his good old pal drool unconsciously, only to jeer at him with a smile. "Pervert stays a pervert..." Kazuma murmured to himself, in the old times...middle school to be precise. Shuuta would enter the girl's bathroom...not by accident, to peek, not just that.
After eating and going back to class, he went to P.E., back to the warm embrace of death, but this time she was more reserved; she was avoiding everyone that came close to her...girls were the only exception, Mikazuki would always reflexively throw a haymaker by accident if a guy got close to her...That damn Noara taught her that 100%. Shuuta wanted to talk to her, but he was concerned if he was going back to the infirmary or not. "Screw it, I guess I know how to block a punch now..." Smiling wryly, Shuuta decided to get close. "Shuuta, where are you going? Let's play basketball!" "Just give me a second Kazuma, I'll be back in a jiffy." Kazuma decided to look where and what he was going to do, resting in a wall. "Hey, Mika-san how are you?" "Kyaaa!" Swosh! A knuckle came directly
Hikaru organized his desk filled with papers, read some documents on his expensive laptop, and moved his eyes from side to side. A static sound killed the silence. "What is your report?" Hikaru spoke towards his laptop, glancing at it calmly. "Hikaru-sama, we have spotted a dark figure inside the school. We tried following its track but disappeared near sector 5." Hikaru's face turned grim; he instantly contacted his father for aid; Kurumi is in danger! "Father, code 001, the school is under attack, repeat, the school is under attack! They are near the infirmary!" Inside an office, a very bulk man, sturdy and sharp, stood; his face was dark, veins popping from his forehead. "Kurumi." He spoke gnashing his teeth. He immediately went to his phone and made a call. ...
"Now that everyone is here let's start the meeting." Those words trespassed through a mystical plane; it was reluctant and lustrous, a shade of whiteness was the only view around, a carved meeting desk took over most of the space, and much high-ranking personnel spread with office chairs, their beings full of pressure and might. One of the elders spoke; he wore a grey yukata, had a long pointy beard, and was completely bald; he was fit and healthy, although a lot of wisdom reeked from his eminent form. The geezer raised his voice, with one hand slamming his cane on the bright floor, standing up rather hastily. "I gather you here for one purpose…." The senile man then paused, slowly glancing at the people who sat around the desk. Everyone was clueless; well, most were; some knew about the incident but didn't want to talk at all to that geezer. "We
"Can you see my mana?" Yuri embarrassingly nodded. Going back to what Noara said, ordinary people can become Mystics. Still, they have to be in contact with another mystic... Everyone else turned towards Shuuta in sync; it looked rather comical. Glares and beady eyes were glued on him, making him very nervous. "I-I don't remember...doing anything..." Although he said that, his mind couldn't be at ease, he did wake one day naked with Yuri...hold up just a damn second! All of them said the word "stare" as they glared at him more. "Ummm...may I ask...how it works? Like the mana thingy...how can you transfer?" Yuri embarrassingly asked. Noara was a bit hesitant; her mouth opened up, but words were being halted, and her face was a little flushed out. Shuuta saw it and gulped a rather huge load of saliva.
Shuuta went inside with Hikaru, the school was certainly different than theirs, everything looked more expensive and delicate, there were chandeliers right past the entrance and many sofas to comfortably sit at. Shuuta could even smell oak wood, he felt lost in a forest of scent. "Not bad, for a private high school. It's very cozy in here." Shuuta kept glancing around the entrance, but then the voice of a lady disrupted their observation. "I'm glad you find it comfortable. Do you guys need anything?" She dressed like an office lady with form-fitting formal clothes, black stockings, a mini skirt, high heels, and captivating mounds that oozed with plumpness. Shuuta was mesmerized by her look, Hikaru started to speak giving Shuuta's senses back. "Yes, we need to find a teacher in this school." Hikaru paused, pulling a picture out of his back pocket. "His name is Han." The
Shuuta clenched his fists, and Hikaru gritted his teeth. "Asmodeus." They both thought, and indeed that is the case, Asmodeus the Lustful sin, was the founder of Lust Art, and Lust Curses, weaponizing…Lust. "I see, Shuuta, we should report back to fath-Umm…The principal to let him know, also…" Hikaru gazed at Han and went to the floor dogeza style. "Please help my sister…I don't want to lose another loved one." "…." That's the first time Shuuta has heard about it, so Hikaru lost someone? Shuuta can't help but feel Sympathy for his friend, he also experienced the loss of a loved one. Han had a complex expression, he was thinking hard about it. "Fine, but with one condition." Hikaru raised his head and nodded. After that, Han was brought back to Memorial High, every student glared at Han specifically, he looked out of place, a