. . . I am sorry you were forced to endure that. Demons are... not exactly kind.
[Though he supposes that depends on the demon. There are a few he knows who decided to embrace demons and become one themselves. He still isn't exactly sure what to think of it all, but neither can he blame them. Especially his senpais...
A waitress approaches, and he gives her his order, allowing the pause in their discussion to give him some time to think. Once she wonders off, his brows crease.]
It sounds, to me, as though we were sent to two very different places. Demons appear to be the commonality. I suppose I do not trust that we have not been wrapped up in another demon's ploys here.
[His time in Tokyo-F... while there were certainly good memories, many were tragic. He'll carry the scars of those forever.]
I was kidnapped... by hell. Heaven fell, and in a faction war, two sides that were willing to incorporate human souls into their plans nabbed individuals from a multitude of universes and realities. Those they captured were sorted onto units, where we were forced to compete against other units in both silly and traumatic games for the entertainment of demons. It was reality television, where our lives were an amusement to all those who watched, and the two factions warred for us to choose them after subjecting us to numerous trials.
[They were idols. But... not in the musical sense. Not in any sort of way that they could have ever hoped for or desired.]
Over time, many students from Yumenosaki Academy appeared. Some living, and others... having died and been pieced back together by the demons themselves, and contracted to them.
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[Though he supposes that depends on the demon. There are a few he knows who decided to embrace demons and become one themselves. He still isn't exactly sure what to think of it all, but neither can he blame them. Especially his senpais...
A waitress approaches, and he gives her his order, allowing the pause in their discussion to give him some time to think. Once she wonders off, his brows crease.]
It sounds, to me, as though we were sent to two very different places. Demons appear to be the commonality. I suppose I do not trust that we have not been wrapped up in another demon's ploys here.
[His time in Tokyo-F... while there were certainly good memories, many were tragic. He'll carry the scars of those forever.]
I was kidnapped... by hell. Heaven fell, and in a faction war, two sides that were willing to incorporate human souls into their plans nabbed individuals from a multitude of universes and realities. Those they captured were sorted onto units, where we were forced to compete against other units in both silly and traumatic games for the entertainment of demons. It was reality television, where our lives were an amusement to all those who watched, and the two factions warred for us to choose them after subjecting us to numerous trials.
[They were idols. But... not in the musical sense. Not in any sort of way that they could have ever hoped for or desired.]
Over time, many students from Yumenosaki Academy appeared. Some living, and others... having died and been pieced back together by the demons themselves, and contracted to them.