00: The Prologue

She sensed it. The presence of an otherworldly creature pushing its way into her world. She grinned. If she could sense it's mana through the spells laid upon her apartment by the Priestess, it would prove to be a great fight. She couldn't sense whether it was a Demonic or Angelic spirit or even a banished ability user, but it didn't matter. All would fall before the powers of her stigma, The Wicked Eye. She got up, and quickly threw on her clothes, a dark skirt with a lacy white underskirt, a purple long sleeved shirt, a black sleeveless vest and dark brown boots. She walked towards her door stopping right before grabbing the knob. Although she had permission from the leaders of her "organisation" and of the local association of temples to fight, the Priestess didn't like it when she had to watch over the use of her stigma. Especially not when she had to wake up for it. Thinking about that she also instilled herself to limit her mana outpour during battle. If it exceeded a certain level the Priestess would surely notice and she would definitely have her locked away again.

She turned around and walked onto the balcony. She slung a rope over the edge and looked down, calculating the jump to the next balcony beneath her. Grabbing hold of the rope she leaped. She jumped over the railing, letting the rope slide in her hand. The rope started swinging back and at the exact right moment she grabbed it tightly, landing softly on the railing of the balcony beneath hers. A boy stood there, shocked out of his mind. He was about her age, slightly older physically but most likely a speck of dust in comparison to her mentally as she had the knowledge of all that held the stigma before her. She teasingly asked: "Did you see?" As he stood there with his mouth open, too paralysed to say anything, she took the time to study him a bit more. She rarely saw her neighbours, the boy even more so. He was wearing a grey parka and dark green pants. Brown hair, slightly tanned. And then she looked him in the eyes. Her brain stung and she wobbled a bit. He finally got out of his state of shock and jumped forward to catch her. She had already regained balance however and softly kicked him out of instinct. He fell, but the needle was still in her brain. It wasn't his spell then. Memories of dark and murky flames shot up.

"Who are you?", she asked.

"Togashi Yuuta", he whispered with fright clearly shown on his face.

It didn't bring any more memories and the memories of flames faded. She was still confused and now ached to set her mind on something else, and a fight would do nicely. So she jumped, leaving the boy behind.

Landing on the ground, she sprinted forward through the park behind her apartment complex toward the street. Stopping at the sidewalk as her senses regained their normalcy she turned around and looked back at the boy's balcony. He stood their scratching his head, looking around to see where she had gone. She sighed. She started to think she would never understand normal humans. She turned to the now clearly sensible mana and grinned once more. A demon would lose its powers again. And it was close by. She jogged for a couple of minutes and stopped at the grounds of an abandoned temple. Leaping over the fence she entered the forest surrounding the temple. A minute later she found where the demon was pushing against the veil that separated the dimensions. The ground had turned ash grey and veins of darkish red ran through the marked area.

She removed her eye patch to reveal her "Eye". In contrast to her normal blue eye this one was golden and every once in a while black veins jolted through it, like lightning strikes. She whispered: "Vanishment this world" and disappeared from the forest.

She stood in a cave, the trees in the forest replaced with stone pillars. And at the place where the marked area had been, stood the demon. A fire demon as she had suspected. Humanoid, but three meters long with dark reddish skin, a short scaled tail, and horns which almost circled completely, barely not scratching his own cheeks. At the very least, not yet. He wore black plate armour on his chest and green scaled pants, probably a former enemy. 3 eyes without irises or lids turned to her as she showed up in his dimension. He now had two choices, the first one was breaking his concentration on entering the Human World and restarting after fighting her or doing both simultaneously. But demons usually don't get this strong if they're dumb so he quickly turned toward the intruder, drawing his large two-handed sword and using it as a support after stabbing it into the ground.

"Well, you look like a tasty treat, human, what might your name be?" he asked rather cockily as he stood there towering over her one-and-a-half meter length.

She threw on her wickedest smile and leaned on the pillar closest to her with her eyes closed. You could say a lot about demons but they were always courteous. She, however, cared not about courtesy thus she said: "You first, small fry."

The demon gritted his teeth and angrily yelled: "I am Doxius, Captain-Commander of the Black Flock, now tell me who you are before I cut of your head!"

She sighed, it was only a Captain-Commander. What a waste of her time. It must have been because he had tried to break through nearby her that she felt it. She pushed herself of the pillar and walked back to the spot where she entered. She bit her thumb and started to accumulate mana, still not showing her "Eye" to the enemy. One drop of blood hit the floor of the cave and she released enough mana to create her weapon. The polished wood appeared in her hand and she grabbed it. A double bladed axe infused with her mana during the smithing process. It was a crude weapon, the silverisch grey blades veined with gold and black but it was hers, and she loved using it. But she didn't need it today, it was theatricality. She also loved instilling fear into her enemies. And it worked.

As soon as Doxius saw the axe he pulled his sword out the ground and screamed: "That axe! This can't be!"

She lifted her face, so he could see it, and declared: "I am Takanashi Rikka!"

The demon rushed toward her.

"Wielder of the Wicked Eye!"

The demon lifted his sword, ready to strike.

She aimed her axe at him, grinning wickedly, and said,

"And you are dead!"

A purple beam of energy shot out the tip of her axe handle and pierced Doxius' chest.

He screamed in death, anger and fear. His body crumbled and dissipated. The demon wasn't dead, his body was, his memories, his powers were. But he would embody another flame and might grow stronger. She at the very least hoped. She always loved a good fight. And if the demons or angels grew too strong, 'they' would let her loose to wreak havoc upon them.

She let her axe disappear with that happy thought, put her eye patch back on and returned to her world.

He had been putting away trash onto his balcony when a large shadow flew by the moonlight. He turned toward it only to see a girl swinging from a rope land on the railing of his balcony. He stared in both shock and awe. He didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything. He just stared at her. Fair skin, dark bluish hair, "Hell? That couldn't be natural" he thought, Light blue eyes, or rather eye, since the other was covered with an eye patch and about his age. Clothing wise she looked a lot like Sophia, a girl, the only girl that liked and joined him in his Chuunibyou syndrome. His most prominent thought however was that she was cute, stunningly so.

"Did you see?" she asked teasingly.

He didn't know what to say but then, she wobbled.

He jumped forward to grab her but only caught a foot. With his face.

He landed on his bum and heard her ask harshly "Who are you?"

Scared because he was kicked without even seeing it coming he quickly whispered "Togashi Yuuta".

And then she was gone, she had disappeared almost instantly from his sight. She had jumped, she must have… right?

He jumped up and looked over the edge of his balcony only to see nothing. He scratched his head and looked around to notice a figure that looked well enough like her to be her. She was at the street, hardly ten seconds had passed and she had crossed the park? That was a 5 minute walk! If you walked fast! He had to know who she was. His curiosity got the better out him and he rushed out of his home, after her.

He arrived at the street only to catch a glimpse of her as she cornered a road. He followed and caught up, slowly, but he did. He started to think he had imagined that she had ran so far so fast, that it was only because he had been scared out of his mind or better yet, because this was only a dream or rather, nightmare. But at that moment she stopped jogging and jumped over a 2m fence. Cleanly jumped over it! Was she a martial arts master or something? But curious as he was he followed. He crawled over the fence and followed the traces she left in the forest. He saw her at a small open place before she disappeared. Again! What the hell was she?

He ran toward the open spot where she disappeared only to see a ash grey circle with pulsing dark red veins. Was she beamed up by aliens or something!? At that moment the veins disappeared and he jumped out of surprise. On his guard he studied the area. Her foot prints never reached the grey spot so she couldn't have been beamed up… right? Where is she then? Her steps ended right there, and there was no mud on the trees so she couldn't climbed them. It was at that moment he heard a slight thud. He turned around and,

There she was.

And then there was darkness.

The prologue of my first story, yay me. Anyway, this is a slightly updated version of the actual first version. Some small touch-ups, nothing story related, just things I noticed while working on the next chapter. Also titles, so yay that. That was all I really had to say so leave a review (I like constructive criticis) and as always

Thanks for reading