~completed!~ Life is never as easy as you want it to be. Choices have consequences. People change their minds. And the world around you might not be sympathetic towards your beliefs. It seems like either you change the world or be changed by the wor...
It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair.
And he wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn't there.
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~ lyrics from "If I Could Tell Her" from Dear Evan Hansen ~
~ around two to three years after the events of 'Prophecy' ~
Avarice couldn't remember the last time he'd disliked an Oni so severely. Maybe there'd never been a last time. Avarice liked to consider himself a somewhat friendly Oni, as he got along well with most everyone he met. And technically, he'd never 'met' Princess Veracious Atrocity Sukkati of the Royal Oni Line. He'd only stood guard while she rampaged about in her usual angry manner. She was a mega-scale brat, if you asked Avarice, and he couldn't stand the thought of her being queen one day.
He still couldn't understand why her mentor, General Mistake (pretty much the most respected Oni alive) called him over to practice transforming with the princess. As far as Avarice was aware, Veracious's shapeshifting magic was incredibly weak. He'd heard that she hadn't transformed once since she showcased herself the First Realm two years ago.
Mistake walked off to consult with a couple of her underlings.
Avarice swallowed and faced the princess. She was beautiful, yes, everyone who met her thought so. They said she had Atrocity's breathtaking blue eyes. Her patterns were intricate yet simple, giving her the appearance of a living piece of artwork. Mistake's vigorous training showed in Veracious's strong build, and Veracious had some of the most incredible horns Avarice had laid eyes upon.
Yet, the princess was also a world class annoyance. Right then her eyes were fuming with rage over her inability to transform. Her rage shifted from herself to the guard as she realized he was just standing there.
"Did General Mistake call you over to gawk or to help?" she spat.
Avarice squared his shoulders, his clawed fingers flicking nervously. "My deepest apologies, Princess. Please instruct me as to how I can be of assistance."
Veracious continued to scowl. "I don't know how you can help."
"Right... um..." Avarice searched his mind for something—anything, "well... transforming is mostly instinctive for me. I just imagine my new form and—"
He leapt forward, a sleek fox appearing in his mind. The second his feet hit the floor, Avarice could feel the soft touch of paw pads and hear the rustling of a ginger tail behind him. Veracious's jaw tightened when he turned to look back at her.
