Tengu/Succubus Date

Chapter 1: The Plan

In a world saturated in darkness, it can be those spreading light that can be most dangerous. It was a typical Saturday evening in a cozy family restaurant in Osaka—a diner that was open twenty-four seven but cheap enough to cater to families. It was crowded, as it often was at these sorts of times with couples and children bustling about. But in a corner sat an unusual group that had attracted many stares from those children before being shuttered away by their parents. A group that could almost pass as a family if it weren't for just how wildly diverse they were.

Sitting farthest from any other patrons sat a refined, pale-skinned with wavy blond hair and green eyes. She was quite tall and presumably of North European descent and carried herself with the manner of a refined, dignified woman—the kind of person who projects their wealth and power onto the world without needing to flaunt it. She was dressed in a long blue skirt and a white sleeveless top that was cut about as low as it could be without coming off as indecent. Her body was adorned with tasteful gold jewelry, from chain earrings to necklaces.

On her right was a man whose power was far more obvious and primal. A dark-skinned tattooed man who anyone could guess was from Southern Asia—perhaps India or Malaysia, it was impossible to tell. He stood well over 6' tall and was a mountain of muscles with long, flowing bluish-black hair. His outfit seemed best suited for the beach—a Polynesian shirt patterned with jasmines and orchards open to his sternum and an enormous pair of white beach shorts that fell below his knees even on his hulking. On his feet, he wore a pair of simple sandals. He also had jewelry, which was made of seashells rather than precious metals.

On her left was a girl in her mid-teens with her raven hair with an ahoge was braided into one large braid that fell all the way to the floor behind her. He had mid-toned skin and features that suggested she was Arab or Persian. She wore a shoulderless orange halter top and a pair of loose-fitting red trousers. She also wore a pair of red earrings on her ears. She had the body of a dancer and a bright, cheerful demeanor to her.

Only the fourth member of their party, dwarfed by the others, appeared to be a local. He appeared to be a typical mid-teens Japanese delinquent with dyed and feathered silver hair. His inner clothes were quite outdated—the sort of blue gi that one would expect as monk work clothes, but above that he wore a flashy purple jacket with wild embroidery that one would expect from a Japanese 'Yanki' or possibly idol 'wota'. He had gentle, delicate features and a calm disposition about him.

If they hadn't so clearly come from different countries and backgrounds, they could almost pass as some young parents and their two teen children. Perhaps instead they were students in an English or cooking school? No—scarcely anyone could imagine that this was the first group of angels to gather in the world in 300 years and these human facades were hiding their true natures.

The woman regarded the boy critically, "Listen up," she told him between bites of her meal—skewers of grilled pork on her plate of steamed yams. "Even once you activate it, it might take days or weeks for our target to arrive. You're going to have to be patient and on guard."

The large man who had a bowl of vegetable curry and a salad before him spoke next while holding some of the vegetables from the salad between the chopsticks. He explained, "Unfortunately this doesn't just transport her to us. It will be more like coming to you will be like an itch she has to scratch and the longer she ignores it, the worse it will become." He popped it in his mouth before chewing and swallowing then adding, "Honestly, the longer it takes her to show up, the weaker she'll probably be."

The girl who had shown a bit of creativity in forming her meal from what was on the menu, putting together some omelet rice with ketchup and grilled chicken with vegetables from the menu into the closest makeshift of a kabasa she could. "Don't worry, Torakichi! You just send us the message and I'll be there in a jiffy to save you!"