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Shiranui

"My loyalty lies with my master."

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a character in “I Command Thee”, as played by Gladis

Description

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Basics


ImageName:
Her true name is Shiranui. When forming a contract with a human she takes whatever name the human decides to give her, thus refraining from revealing her true name.

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Female

Role:
Female Demon 1

Family:
Unknown



Personal


ImagePersonality:
Shira is a silent character, never speaking much unless she has to and melts in with the background remarkably well. She will often seem calm and calculated, displaying no emotions for the most part whatsoever and simply always follows her masters orders. Despite being a demon, she does appear to have some sort of loyalty to each of her masters- sometimes to the extent that it seems painfully so. Yet each time when she has later claimed their souls, she has seemed to feel nothing about it. She also isn't entirely emotionless. Shiranui does have a softer side, or at least appears to have one which only shows itself once in a while- seldom, and generally when she is allowed with someone, her master, per say.

Sexuality:

Pansexual, though she has never shown any signs of being capable of loving.

Likes:

Unknown

Dislikes:

Unknown

Equipment and Abilities:

Her Demonic Seal
She has the ability to turn into a white fox.
Her sword.

Biographic History:

Unknown


Appearance


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White

Eye Color:
Blue

Weight:

43 kg


Hight:
161 cm

Brief Appearence Description:
Shiranui is slightly below average in hight and of a very slim but agile body built. Her complexion is fair and her eyes a gentle, slightly darker blue color. She has thick but silky whiter hair which reaches down to slightly below her shoulders, though so sometimes it may appear to be slightly longer. Her features are gentle, making her appear rather young, though her eyes are cold as ice. She bears her demonic seal on the back of her left hand- also the hand she uses in combat. Sometimes her eyes turn red, and four smaller horns appear on her forehead.

So begins...

Shiranui's Story

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Character Portrait: Marchosias Sebastien Camille Character Portrait: Eris Storm Character Portrait: Belial Character Portrait: Taylor Nowell Character Portrait: Kage Character Portrait: Xerxes Vesallius Character Portrait: Dromicel Character Portrait: Yoru Akuma Character Portrait: Rin Kurosawa Character Portrait: Shiranui Character Portrait: Akane Tachibana Character Portrait: Kanami Ohmiya Character Portrait: Domenic Rintarou Character Portrait: Naoko Character Portrait: Asmodae Character Portrait: Arya Lerwick Character Portrait: Suki Takahashi
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The streets of the little neighborhood at the outskirt of Tokyo were quiet, and almost eerily so. Now and then a lone dog barking in the distance could be heard, or group of kids who were up to no good talking to each other and laughing. Yet these were few and far between, just like the cars passing by, casting a momentary light over the otherwise dark street.

Seated against the wall of a tall building in an alleyway was a jersey wearing young man, his long bangs casting a shadow over his jade green eyes, making them unidentifiable to anyone passing by, if that were even to happen at this hour and in this location. They did their job of hiding the tears spilling onto his cheeks well, however, so Dominic had little reason to complain. With the back of his filthy hand he wiped them, muttering inaudible something to himself before wrapping his fingers tightly around the neck of the spirit bottle next to him.

"Damn this all," he whispered bitterly, tightening his grip of the bottle, lifting it up slightly to gaze into it. There was barely any alchohol left. He grimaced, and then suddenly he froze. There was the sound of a movement somewhere nearby. His heart lurched and his eyes widened as he pressed himself against the ally wall, hoping to go unnoticed to whomever might be there. Soon enough, however, he dark shadow flitted out from behind a container, revealing itself to be a stray cat. Dominic sighed, relaxing slightly as he pulled his knees close to his chest and shut his eyes, shivering with cold.

I don't want to do this anymore,
Dominic thought to himself, gritting his teeth and holding his head tightly between his palms. His whole being was shaking as silent sobs escaped his lips. I don't want to, I don't want to...please...someone, let me die. Let me die... "I can't stand this any longer. I don't want to, I don't want to..." his whisper was shaky and his voice thick with emotion. More tears rolled down his cheek and again, he tried to wipe them. They trickled down his wrist, mingling with the blood running from his self inflicted wounds.

He had already relinquished all hope that anything would ever change, and long since had Dominic turned his back on God. He knew he would never be able to break this evil circle had been forced into by himself- so what reason was there for him to live? All he had ever wanted was to feel true happiness, but every time, just as he thought he had it... it slipped away from him. Almost like it had never been there in the first place. If life granted him nothing but pain and suffering, what reason would there be for him to struggle? If he had nothing left to hold on to, why not just let it all go? Even Dominic realized there was no reason behind the choice of continuing to force yourself thorough a never ending maze of agony. For him, there was no hope.

"I just want it all to end," Dominic stared at his bloodied hands for quite a while before shaking his head and curling up tighter, shutting his eyes. I don't want to do this anymore...

Somewhere over in the distance, the sun lazily began to rise over the horizon, casting out all of the looming shadows and bathing the world in a glorious, luminous light. Morning was upon Tokyo.

Little did Dominic- or any of the other few individuals selected by fate; realize what was lurking deep within these shadows- or what was to come.

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Drip, drip, drip... The sounds of the IV echoed through the lonely hospital room. A girl with long white hair stared softly at the IV drip, watching the contents go through the tube and through the needle in the crease of her arm. A sigh escaped from the young woman. She glanced up at the ceiling. Thoughts spread across her mind as she did.

'Tomorrow will be the day... won't it? I'll die tomorrow...' The girl frowned. Death couldn't come sooner enough. She had been ready to die since she turned 16. No one in the world would miss her so why should she care? Her parents sure as hell didn't. Neither did her sister... The girl stared out of the window. The sun was already starting to rise... She hated mornings. They just served as a reminder that the world would continue on without her and it bothered her a lot.

"Miss Tachibana? I've brought some breakfast..." One of the nurses chirped as she opened the door and placed the food on the girl's bed. She stared up at the nurse and nodded.

"Thank you..." The nurse sniffled a bit and tears were leaking out.

"Forgive me, Miss Akane, but... It's just too sad that you have to die tomorrow..."

Painful...? Akane frowned a bit, to the nurse took it to mean that Akane was agreeing with her, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Akane was secretly angry at the nurse for saying such a thing. She was going to miss her? What a bunch of lies... She would never be missed and she knew it. Her parents wouldn't miss her. All they would miss was the time they wasted pretending to care about her. Akane then gave the nurse a small smile.

"Please, don't cry for me. I've accepted that I was going to die. I'm not looking forward to it but I've accepted it and I'm not afraid."

Part of that statement was false. Akane was ecstatic for her death. No one would miss her and she wouldn't miss anyone so she just wanted to die and get it over with. The nurse bowed and walked out of the room, obviously still upset. Akane sighed as she was relieved to be away from the ignorant woman. Staring at the meal in front of her, she saw tea and some form of cereal. She took a few bites of the cereal before drinking the tea. She never did eat much anymore. She then looked around the hospital room.

'God... I hate you for torturing me like this... Why couldn't I just die today and get it over with?'

Unknown to Akane, seven other individuals were thinking the exact same thing. And unknown to all of them, they were all being watched by mysterious figures; figures that would change their destiny, for better or for worse...

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Drip-drop...drip-drop...

A world of darkness, a world of nothingness. Black is the sky, black is the ground, black is the sea, there is no sound.

Drip-drop, drip-drop...

I can't feel the flow, yet time will never stop. How much has passed? I know not.

Drip-drop...drip-drop...

Here I stand alone, in my flower field, by other entities unseen. No one will hear you scream. A carpet of roses, oh so white. The color of innocence, the bringer of blight.

Drip-drop, drip-drop..drop...


Shiranui's eyes snapped open, though little a difference did it make. Around naught but an all encompassing darkness, stretching out eternally in every direction; a void in itself. Though it appeared completely silent at first, somewhere in the distance the noise of droplets hitting a water surface sounded, making an ever so slight echo. Sometimes the dripping sound appeared to be louder, closer... and sometimes, it appeared to be far away, quieter. Nevertheless, the pacing of how the droplets made impact with the water surface remained the same- without fail. Not once since Shiranui returned to land of neither the living nor the dead, her very own realm... had this pattern been broken. Well, at least not until now.

Somewhere, there was a consciousness nudging the surface of Shiranui's world. Someone in so much despair, so much pain and suffering... be it physiological or mental, it mattered not. All Shiranui needed was pain, a consciousness or subconsciousness desperately trembling for a way out, and thus having abandoned their belief in God... or having completely given up up, depending if they were actually religious in the first place or not (and, of course, to which religion they belonged). Either way, someone was desperately crying out for help...and fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, depending on how one chose to view it), Shiranui had heard her cry.

It appeared she was being summoned.

The silver haired demoness extended the reach of her realm towards the girl; wrapped her in it, pulled her into the black void of nothingness. Beneath the girl a field of white roses spread out, extending itself endlessly in every direction, just as the darkness of the nonexistent sky did. For the moment, Shiranui let herself become invisible to the human, causing her low and calm, emotionless voice to appear to be coming from everywhere.

"Human who has turned your back on God and abandoned all hope... is it truly your wish to depart the world of the living in such a pitiful state?"
her quiet yet powerful voice echoed through the darkness.


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Although he could swear that just moments ago, the sun begun rising, bathing everything in it's orange light... Dominic suddenly found himself surrounded completely by darkness. Had he gotten himself drunk enough to faint? No, that couldn't be it. Fainting usually didn't feel like he was still completely awake and had control over himself (more or less), and simply surrounded by emptiness. Perhaps he had fallen asleep without noticing, and this was now a dream? Yet it didn't really feel quite like a dream, either. Had he just finally snapped and was now hallucinating? Quite possible, the teenage boy thought to himself, despite not being completely convinced about that explanation either. Either way, the physical pain he had been feeling before seemed to somehow... have been dulled. It was quite a relief, of course... but didn't exactly help explaining the situation.

Confusion, and perhaps a tinge of fear, lasted only for a moment, however.

"Is it truly thy wish to die, child...? If thine deepest desire could be granted by my power, wouldst thou truly still choose to die...?"

Domenic frowned, trying to make sense of the words this almighty, just slightly annoying, dramatic, bodiless voice seeming to come from nowhere was saying. His head wasn't hurting quite as bad as it had done before, anymore, and he wasn't feeling as drunk either... but the manner the voice spoke in was totally outdated and reminded him of the homework (back when he still actually went to school) he had simply sort of ignored because it was boring. Dominic's attention span was generally very short, especially when he was bored. Thus, he was almost painfully easy to distract.

"I don't remember signing up for taking part in some terrible B-movie... I'm on the verge of suicide and you totally ruined the dramatic feeling I so carefully built up. It sort of pisses me off. Besides, I can't even understand half of what you're saying. If you would please be so kind and rephrase your question in actual Japanese, I might listen to whatever crap you wanna say..."

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Akane had blinked a bit. As soon as she was ready to go back to sleep to ease the pain, something seemed to pull her to an unfamiliar world. The only source of light seemed to come from the white roses underneath her. Everything else was darkness.

'How interesting...'

Akane believed this to be a dream. She was too comfortable to move. After all, the roses were much softer than her hospital bed ever was. As she laid there, she could hear a voice amidst the drops of water.

"Human who has turned your back on God and abandoned all hope... is it truly your wish to depart the world of the living in such a pitiful state?"

Akane was a little irritated by the voice. It was feminine and soft with no emotion. The voice was comforting but the question that came out of it annoyed her.

"What kind of a question is that? Of course I wish to die. Although... Would you like to hear a story? That is... if you can even understand me. You see, there once was a girl with white hair who lived in a castle. She had a loving family and everything seemed to be happy... That was, until the girl turned 14. Then she began to cough up blood. Her family stopped caring for her. They only needed her so that they looked good. They only cared for their own egos and abandoned the girl. Her sister tried to stay but she too ignored the girl in her time of need. The girl grew bitter and hated the world and the God who created it. If you haven't guessed it by now, the girl in the story is me. I'm tired of living... though, if there is one thing I would like to get back before I pass on... It would be three more years. I want back the three years of my life that were wasted being sick. I want to live for three more years. Then, I will die happily. Such a thing is impossible though... Miracles and God don't exist..."

Akane looked up at the dark sky, still annoyed.

'Why did I tell this calming voice my life...? Who is she anyway?'

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Shiranui listened to the girls story in silence, not even once attempting to interrupt her. Indeed it was true that the demoness had never asked to hear the girls story, and in a way... she found it almost ridicules how the girl was telling her all this. The reason as to why one made a contract didn't interest her one bit, as long as the contract was made and she would later have a soul to feed on. Yet even she found it rude to interrupt when a person found in themselves to open their heart, even if it was to a demon and under ridicules circumstances. Well, that, and Shiranui wasn't much of a speaker, either, so she certainly didn't mind remaining silent for as long as possible. Even better, the girls senseless rambling had put words in Shiranui's mouth. Words she could turn to her advantage.

"I want to live for three more years. Then, I will die happily. Such a thing is impossible though... Miracles and God don't exist..."

"Three years, without the suffering or pain of your illness is what you desire most?" Shiranui asked as she materialized right in front of the girl. She was wearing a a simple white kimono, matching her silver colored hair. She trained her gray blue, emotionless eyes on the sickly human, gently sliding her hand under her yaw before tilting her head up slightly. "Miracles don't exist, that is true. I will not speak for God, since I truly don't know the answer to the question myself. Yet this is a wish I am capable of granting you," she paused for a moment, gently tracing her thin and elegant finger across the girl's pale cheek, "... if you are willing to sacrifice your soul in exchange. Perhaps a meager prize to pay, when in the face of death..." her voice had become nothing more but a gentle whisper by the time she finished her proposal, as opposed to the completely emotionless tone in her voice just moments ago.

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"This sort of experience is arguably more dramatic than breathing your last in an alleyway surrounded by empty bottles and with a stray cat for company, but very well...I am offering you the chance to fulfill your deepest desire, child."

Offering me the chance to fulfill my deepest desire? Dominic thought bitterly to himself, suppressing a laugh, How old does this con-artist think I am? It's not like you can wave a wand and suddenly everything you wish for comes true. It was a long time ago when I wished for a fairy godmother to find me and grant me a wish. Really long time ago. Besides, what right did he have to comment my decision to leave this world, no matter how pitiful the situation might seem? This guy is seriously pissing me off. Dominic's yaw tightened as he glared into the darkness; obviously his temper had been fired up by the demons words.

"Shut up!" the red haired teenager suddenly snapped, his voice laced with irritation, "If clichéd bullishit probably copied from some fancy novel or bad movie is all you have to say, then stop wasting my time and leave me alone. I-I... for all I know you could either be some sort of creep trying to trick me into something," it certainly wouldn't have been the first time, "or even worse, a hallucination..." he trailed off, rubbing his arm in thought for a moment. If this truly was just an hallucination, then perhaps he didn't have anything to lose. Hopefully it would go away soon, after all... but what if it was not? Or what if it actually wasn't a con-man- contrary to what Dominic believed? What if this strange voice in the darkness actually was speaking the truth? What if this was the chance he had been waiting for so long? Wasn't it worth taking a risk, if it could possibly end his pain? Worse than this it couldn't really get, after all... or so he was determined to believe.

Dominic decided to hear him out. It most likely wouldn't hurt, since he didn't know how to get rid of this voice in his head either way. Voice in my head? Man, it really does sound like I've lost it...

"The offer I am making you would bind me into your service, to obey you unconditionally until the day your wish has been achieved. After that I will have to take my payment, but...I believe this path would still be preferable to you compared to dying a nameless death as trash once I resume your time. So, what say you? Unless this has once again been too complicated for you to understand...shall we make a contract? As for the price for my loyalty...I suggest you do not worry about it. It cannot be taken until you are dead, after all"

Bind himself to my service? That could actually be quite entertaining, Dominic thought to himself, the scowl from before like washed away as a hint of a smile tugged the corners of his lips and amusement sparked in his eyes. He instantly tried to restrain himself again, however, and forced his expression to remain serious. It was hard, though... when Dominic really wasn't capable of taking this whole situation particularly seriously.

Dominic didn't know what it was he truly desired. At the time, all he wanted was to escape this evil circle he had been living for so long. Yet he knew, that in the long run it wouldn't be what he would want. Perhaps what he truly wished for was to be loved and appreciated by someone- no longer to be alone. Yet this he wasn't really aware of himself, and even if he were, it would not be something he'd voice- be it to a fragment of his imagination or an unbelievably skilled conman. Then again, what did he have to lose? If whatever the weirdo wanted of him couldn't be taken until after his death, he would never know about it and probably never miss it. That it was Dominic's soul Belial was hinting at, didn't cross the redheaded youths mind even once.

His expression hardened slightly, a new look of determination burning in his jade eyes. "If you want me to make a contract with you, show yourself. Trusting a hallucination is just as bad as trusting a wacko stranger... but at least I'll know I haven't snapped yet."

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Akane felt a small shiver go through her when the kimono wearing girl traced her cheek with her finger. She stared up at the girl with the silver hair and grey blue eyes. She had mentioned that she could grant her wish if she sacrificed her soul. Akane sighed a bit and reflected the possibilities in her head.

'This could be a trick... I could just be deceived by someone who wants to screw around with me. But if this is true... then, it would be worth the risk. Besides... I hate this miserable planet enough to disappear so why shouldn't I get the three years wasted back?'

Akane looked up at the girl.

"I don't know if what you are saying is the truth or not... but I'm willing to gamble with that chance. I accept your offer."

Akane stared at her, awaiting her answer.

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For a split second, the ghost of a smile tugged the corners of the demoness lips. Good girl... this will perhaps be easier than I initially thought, she gently traced her finger down the girls cheek, to her neck. Then she dug her sharp nails into it, adding enough pressure to pierce the girls tender skin. She didn't remove her fingers, nor loosen her grip until she was sure exactly five, small droplets of blood had formed.

Shiranui let go of the girl and took a step back, watching the droplets starting to move on their own as they drew the shape of her demonic seal. Once the seal was in place, it would scorch itself into her skin, leaving a mark which could never be removed... at least not until the day of Akane's death, when her soul would be Shiranui's to consume. Surly she had seen better tasting souls in the past, but she did recognize the potential of this becoming slight the glorious meal as well- if it were given the time to grow. Until the day the soul was hers to consume, however, Shiranui would give that part of their contract little thought. She did not wish to have anything distract her from her duties as Akane's servant, after all.

Out of respect, she kneed before her soon to become mistress. "The contract has been formed and the seal has been placed. From this day onwards, I will be your servant. Give me a name..."

Shiranui was interested to see if the girl would make any more demands regarding the contract. The more demands humans initially made, especially the well thought through ones... the less freedom did the demons posses to do as they pleased. An intelligent human would make sure a demon was completely bound to their will, as the demons otherwise could become quite troublesome to handle- which did happen in a lot of cases. The master and servant relationship between demon and human could differ a lot, and in a few cases even be turned around. Shiranui, of course, was not a demon to betray her masters in the first place anyway, but she knew there were a lot of demons more than willing to do so.

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Akane finally stood up after the deed was done. She touched her still bleeding neck and felt the pain already fading away, to be replaced with a demonic seal. The seal was located below Akane's left collarbone. She didn't look at it yet, buisness had to come first.

"Very well... I'll give you your name."

Akane pauses for a bit, thinking of a name for the woman. Shiro was one thing that came to mind. Akuno Hana was another. Then, her mind flashed back to a dream she had at 15 when she was still naive enough to believe that God or her family would save her. The dream involved a boy with no name coming over to Akane and saying that he would take away all the pain. She believed him and would spend as much time sleeping as possible just to be with him. When she was 16, he vanished, leaving her alone to her bitterness and loneliness. She shook her head at the childish memory and then realized that she could just use that name.

"From now on you are Setsumi Hideaki."

She didn't need to ask if the girl liked the name or not. She asked Akane to give her that name so she better not complain about it. Akane stared down at Setsumi.

"Setsumi, before my life without illness begins, I'd like to know the terms of this contract. How far can I order you around? Will you do absolutely anything I say? If not, address any limits here and now so I won't forget."

Akane was almost a bit shocked at the coldness coming from her voice, but at the same time she considered herself to be lucky. It wasn't everyday that you suddenly received your own servant and if Akane could do whatever she wanted with Setsumi, then perhaps she could use her for... darker purposes. Her hatred for her family burned just as badly as the fire that placed the seal on her skin. If Akane had this new power, what was stopping her from eliminating her parents for abandoning her?

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"Very well... I'll give you your name. From now on you are Setsumi Hideaki."

Shiranui gave a slight nod of her head, her expression remaining unchanged. She had carried many names in the past, and truly, did not care what it was her masters called her. Some masters had found it in their amusement to give her humiliating and embarrassing names, others had taken the naming seriously. Yet another had given her the first name they could think of. Either way, Shiranui didn't mind. She never had before, and she probably never would. As long as she could keep her true name to herself and herself only, the demoness was content.

She waited patiently for her mistress to speak, still remaining completely silent and mostly unmoving. Her eyes she kept trained on her mistress, meeting her somewhat cold gaze with one devoid of emotion, yet silent she remained.

"Setsumi, before my life without illness begins, I'd like to know the terms of this contract. How far can I order you around? Will you do absolutely anything I say? If not, address any limits here and now so I won't forget."

No demon would be stupid enough to voice what it was the masters had to think of themselves. Not any demon in their right mind and not Shiranui either. "... I am completely at your service, yet what that means in itself is completely up to you. It is you who must voice the terms of this contract, not I. All that stands certain for now is that when the contract ends in three years, your soul will be mine to consume." she replied blankly.

Setsuna had to admit that she was slightly surprised by the girls change in attitude, though she did not let this show either. Perhaps... this would become more interesting than she had initially thought. Well, one could always hope, no?

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"Camille.."

Marchosias was comfortably snuggled in his covers, the only parts of his body peaking out being his left foot and the tousled chunk of red attached to his scalp, also called hair. He was usually quite the early riser and would often be up long before even Domicel. Yesterday, however, he had been up usually late, thus leading to his sleeping in today. Well, it probably didn't matter too much, considering it was weekend now and he could perhaps effort to slack off...a little.

The only sign of life Marcho showed when his last name was called was a soft groan before he pulled himself further under the cover, trying to obscure himself completely from Domicel's view. If he was doing it consciously was unclear, though he certainly did seem to be fast asleep. That is, until Domicel pushed away the covers from Marcho's head and whispered into his ear.

"Wake up or I'll have to kiss you."

Marcho's eyes snapped open and he shoot up into a sitting position, instantly moving a few inches away from the taller male. "D-don't say something so i-indecent, mister Domicel!" he stuttered out, his accent heavily influenced by his native language; French. His cheeks flashed bright red for a moment as he glanced down half nervously before yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly. His cheeks felt weird... almost as though someone had pulled them. While rubbing them thoughtfully, he watched Kuroneko climb onto his lap and look at him expectantly.

"Feed your animal, it keeps whining."


"I will, I will..." Marcho said, waving his hand dismissively as he gently scratched the kitten behind her ear. The redheaded student had found Kuroneko in a gutter not too long ago, and taking pity on her, he had decided to take her home. Ever since the kitten had remained with him and Dromicel (more or less in secret, since animals weren't allowed at the dorms). The name Marcho had given her came from a typical Marcho chain of thought- she's a black cat and I found her in Japan; I'll name her Kuroneko. Perhaps it was pretty unimaginative, but Marcho liked it.

He picked her up and then walked over to his dresser, where he also kept her food. Taking it out, Marcho placed her down on the floor before getting her bowl. Yawning again, he filled it for her. "There you go, Kuroneko!" he said with a wide grin as he watched the kitten eat. "Awwww... so cute," he mumbled, his eyes sparkling.

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Akane felt a small smile creep up on her face. That answer had pleased her greatly. She was granted this power and was only limited by how far she was willing to go. The very thought made her excited. With the plans that she had in her mind, she would need her parents out of the way. And she was determined to make their lives hell.

"Setsuna... I have a plan for you. I'll tell you what it is after I get out of this dimension. It's time I got back my life wasted on a pathetic illness..."

Akane stared at Setsuna. If Akane's mind wasn't pre-occupied with revenge, she would've gone out of her way to say that she would probably view Setsuna as a friend in different circumstances. However, she was burned too badly by the world around her and the only thing getting in the way of three years of happiness was the potential problem of her parents. She refused to let her mind wander from the path of revenge and only when that revenge was satiated would she be free to happily live out her life.

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Naoto woke up slowly from a good night's sleep. She stood up and stretched, getting dressed before making her way for breakfast. Naoto lived alone in an apartment but she was okay with it. Turning on the TV, she mindlessly watched the news, wondering how Marcho and Domicel were doing.

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Character Portrait: Belial Character Portrait: Shiranui Character Portrait: Akane Tachibana Character Portrait: Domenic Rintarou
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"Setsuna... I have a plan for you. I'll tell you what it is after I get out of this dimension. It's time I got back my life wasted on a pathetic illness..."

The white haired demoness, slightly puzzled by the girls sudden change of attitude, gave a simple nod of her head before letting the darkness around them melt away. She didn't let her emotions show, Setsuna never did... yet she couldn't help but feel that this human would be more interesting than many humans in the past had been. She didn't mind the cold tone her mistress was giving her, she had experienced far worse in the past. As it seemed, this mistress would at the very least not be abusive.

Once they were back in the hospital room, Setsuna with her white kimono looking slightly out of place, the demoness turned to Akane. "As you asked we have now returned to your room," she said, her voice remaining devoid of emotion, "what is your first order, oujo-sama?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she awaited her mistresses answer.

The sun had now risen rather high onto the sky and was lighting the otherwise colorless hospital room in a beautiful manner. The world outside consisted of buildings in a style Setsuna had never witnessed before and it was clear that the demoness had rested for a long time. How much had changed? She couldn't help but wonder. This world was fascinating and frightening all at once, never ceasing to change and yet always somehow staying the same.

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(This brief time skip was an agreement between Berry and I. However, it doesn't directly affect anyone else. :3)

Dominic's groaned softly in his sleep and turned on his side. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and he yawned, everything which had transpired a few hours ago momentarily forgotten. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, first then realizing that he was still fully dressed. Frowning, he glanced around the room of the tiny apartment wearily. Nothing much had changed- the floor was still as messy as always, the walls were as... disgusting as they had been the day he moved in. He hated this apartment, he really did... but at the time it was the only thing he could effort and as it seemed right then, he'd not be able to pay the bills for the next month. In other words, Dominic would end up on the streets.

Clenching his fists in annoyance, Dominic glanced down at his makeshift bed, consisting of an old sofa where the metal spirals were poking out here and there. He had tried repairing it several times, but it was pretty pointless, as it always found a way to break moments later anyway. As he tried to make sense of how he had ended up home, considering he had no memory of walking there himself... the realization of what had happened before slowly dawned on him. Yeah, right... I made a contract with that shady old coot... now at second thought, it probably wasn't such a great idea... where is he anyway? the redheaded teenager thought to himself, narrowing his eyes. My memory is pretty blurry b-but...but...I'm pretty sure that guy picked me up. Did he carry me here?! for a moment, Dominic looked horrified at the thought, his cheeks burning. He must have... how else to explain how I ended up here? Or was everything just a dream and I sleepwalked? N-no... I don't think so...

Dominic took a deep breath, his cheeks still a rosy shade of red. "AKIMITSU!" he called before another thought hit him. There was one more way in which he could prove that his memory wasn't just playing a trick on him and what the thought had transpired actually happened. Quickly, he pushed away his sad excuse to a blanket and got up, hurriedly heading over to the small mirror hanging on the wall. His shirt was covering the spot where he believed the...mark or whatever it was would be, so without giving it much thought he quickly removed it and tossed it onto the floor.

It was there. It definitely was. So Dominic hadn't just imagined the burning pain. Wearily, he traced his fingers along the seal scorched into his skin. "It wasn't just a dream..." he murmured to himself, having a sinking feeling in his stomach. Just what a kins of contract exactly had he signed?