Chapter 01 | God has forsaken us

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Disclaimer

I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs, the characters used here belongs to Kafka Asagiri. I only own the plot.

Also–

The following plot may or may not be suitable for those who are sensitive to religion, demon-lore, and depictions of questioning God and people's beliefs/morality.


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“...p-please! I need more time!” A man sob, his arms stretched as he yearns for pity towards the winged demon, “I can't die yet! My family needs me!”

The demon realm is the prudent refuge for those who've fallen and denied their spiritual values by infusing bastardization into their principles. Alongside the seven core sins like Greed, Wrath, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, and Pride, the act of transgressing sin is an act of offense against God by despising his people and Christian biblical law.

To (first name), however, the demon realm didn't truly provide her satisfaction. As someone who fell from God's grace and into the pits of the fiend domain due to her greed and desires, she became a wish-granting demon. The irony about it all is the existence of (first name) in this world revolves around her granting requests with a price that most certainly cannot be replaced.

Her lips pursed in glee, glancing downwards the man's stab wound before mockingly snorted, “Dude, a deal is a deal remember?” she muses, her eyes glints in the dark.

“I have no more wishes to grant you 'cause your time is almost up~!” (first name) chirps, “any second now, your soul shall be mine to take! Oh, such a nasty soul you have there no?”

A scrumptious payment with an indisputable value; their corrupted soul.

Using her own greed against theirs to make humanity succumb to their own decadence.

“If your existence is to foul upon the children of God, then why not be good at it?” she muse.

And she does so with vanity.


If Lucifer was once a philanthropist until he deliberately fell out of heaven.

Then (first name) turned her back against God and was blinded by selfishness that instantaneously made her succumbed to her bestial appetites.

Both of which are powerful but proved to be obsolete in the eyes of the omnipotent God.

That is until they wreak havoc unto the souls of the corrupted to deepen their clutch against their unwanted souls.


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“Ahhh~ that was a feast alright.” the female sighed in glee. The aforementioned male she once confronted laid unmoving, his cornea depleted with color and transpiring into a light shade of gray. His vitality became a simple memory.

The man in question was a good man. Was, until she came along and persuaded him to sold his soul in exchange for money and fame, and in return, his greed undeniably became his downfall. The lawless female was once human herself so she understands what it's like when the temptation consumes you.

Does it prove that demons were once humans themselves but rebranded because of the blasphemous acts they've committed and that God didn't want them anymore?

...or is it because demons served as the canceller of humanity? And by these demons picking out the weed in his kingdom provides a sanctuary for those he saves?

The female couldn't care less. If God didn't want her, then she didn't want him. She'll feast upon every human that he created and corrupt them to do her bidding.

On that note though, she remembered that she needs to lurk for more souls to corrupt. And with that in mind, her bony ravenous wings thrust upwards and stretched its span. Her eyes resting on the man that once inhabited this human realm.

Pivoting her wings back and forth, she took off with intent on looking for her new victim.

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Once she's out of sight, however, a measly male with a mop of hickory colored locks and deep mahogany orbs saw the grotesque carcass left on the pavement. A small grin escaped his lips.

“Is this the work of the fallen, again?”

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 09, 2020 ⏰

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