Libra's Lament, a Magical Girl Quest [Complete]

Night has fallen a few hours ago. You did not really keep track of time, seeing that your schedule in the morning is rather flexible.

Not that you care about morning just yet; your alarm already buzzed you awake thirty minutes ago and you have been listening quietly. No sounds are coming from the other parts of your small house, the only things you hear are the chirping cicadas outside.

There is no one there, just as expected.

As the full moon shines into your room through old curtains, you carefully weigh your options; your parents always go out to drink on Saturdays, just like about every other adult living in your little commune.

Of course they do, who would not want to celebrate another week of normalcy? After those five years of war, everyone definitely needs it.

You are happy about it as well; it has been more than four years since the fighting ended. Your father was a soldier and often only barely managed to stay alive. Yet, there is something that stops you from actually celebrating, even if just in your mind. With what happened to you, you can no longer smile as you used to.

A quiet sigh escapes your lips as you roll out of bed and throw a sweater over your worn pyjamas. Maybe you get a new set for your birthday... if you live that long. Things like you usually do not stay alive for long these days.

After slipping into a comfortable if worn out pair of shoes, your eyes wander over your surroundings once again; good, there is nobody watching you.

With that in mind, you carefully walk outside and quickly wander over the moonlit street. There are no occupied houses in that direction, so you should be good for the time being; nonetheless, your heart does not stop beating like crazy.

You can hear every last beat echo through your body, and something else beating along with it. Power. It flows through you with an intensity you are afraid others might notice if they come too close.

You are a Magical Girl. A monster.

The magic awakened a month ago, but you were among the lucky few; it was another Saturday and already night, so your parents were not around... and neither was anyone else. So when the power flowed through you and transformed a perfectly ordinary girl into an atrocity, no one was there to see it and attack you.

You quickly detransformed after that and hid away in your bed, not daring to come out until morning.

But nobody had noticed; life went on just as before, no soldiers storming your home to drag you off to prison for your crime.

Sometimes you wish they would; that might at least end the days of uncertainty.

Sighing again, you gently push open the doors to this abandoned train station; yours and the other communes already looted everything of importance out of it, so no one really came here anymore. It is a large building and in good condition despite the war raging through Japan like any other nation; the whole place is indoors, even though the walls have crumbled a bit here and there.

This one has been the last stop before Tokyo, but it remained silent for at least six years. Maybe eight, you are not sure; you were awfully young when it happened, being barely fifteen by now. Either way, what little of the infrastructure survived the hellfire they called war had to be neglected for more basic work, like farming and rebuilding the power plants.

Dust wavers with every step, footprints from your previous visits visible on the ground; the air is a little stale and pieces of concrete crunch when you step on them. The large, empty place throws back an echo far louder than you think it actually is.

No matter.

"I am the celestial heiress, Magical Girl Heart of Light!"

Your voice echoes over the empty platforms and what remains of the rails. Bright light engulfs your form and you can feel the power surging freely now. It feels warm, strong and right... even if you know it is not. Despite those thoughts however, you know you have to exercise; learn your powers, grow stronger if you can. Because if you do not, you will die just like so many others.

And in the end, you do not want to die. Not when there is still so much to see, so much you want to do...

You shake off the thought and start practicing; it is no use to ponder what was, only what is.

Still, just kicking at empty air and a few trashcans is incredibly boring; you can not even use your spell because people might notice.

This is why you are actually thrilled when you feel the building shake slightly; some sinister, blackish red cloud manifests in its center and the vibrations even go through your body.

Maybe this will be somewhat of a challenge, like those zombies you found trudging towards your commune two weeks ago.

You regret your thoughts a moment later, when the cloud explodes in a shower of red light and leaves you with a creature at least ten metres tall; a writhing and bulbous body glistening in the faint light, fluids dripping down to the ground steadily. It stands on... are those arms?

Yes, just arms. Twelve of them, all with sharp claws at the end. Several large maws are opening and closing all over the ugly form, revealing razor sharp teeth and short tentacles grasping for prey to pull into them.

Two big, yellow eyes focus on your glinting form and the smell of putrid flesh mixed with excrements wafts forward from the creature; you have trouble not to retch as the stench assaults your nose, but at least it shocks the shock out of you.

(Presence of Light: 100 Total Damage
Hell Devourer Health: 45,000 - 100 = 44,900)

Your aura already bites into the thing, but it does not seem to care all that much. Well, it will care in a second.
"Blinding Nova!"

(Blinding Nova: +800 Base Damage, +343 Dice, +400 Enemy still distracted, +3000 Right in the Eyes = 4,543 Total Damage​

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Line Break Recognised
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