aquagaze:

Storytime! Dliessmgg asked me to write ‘a realistic take on magical girls’ and specifically mentioned that it didn’t necessarily have to be angsty. I’m just gonna pretend he never said that. Make sure to reply with what you think! Other requested stories are underway!

 All a maiden needs is a transformation to work her magic. Whipped up by the randy beats and feral bass lines swallowing the broad purple whirlwind of sweat and drool she stood at the centre off, the maiden huskily swung her body around the pillar, desperately clutching the Device in her hand hidden from view. Without this Device, she would just be an ordinary person. With it, she was an outsider, not meant to communicate with ordinary people. She was the only one who knew the truth. She knew how this night would end, while every other sinner burning their rotten flesh in alcohol and boiling blood thought she was just one of the many other carnivores in the horde. She knew that the miracle of magic was on her side. She knew that the man whose eyes were fixed on her raunchy flesh would not resent her for not caring about him. She knew that he wasn’t able to care about her without her magic.

The maiden danced. She danced with her mind slumbering in limbo. She danced with her thoughts taken over by a lecherous demon, moaning at the touch of the purple spotlights on her silken skin. She didn’t even look at how much it was. She was conditioned to bare all as soon as the riffle of paper money kissed her ears. Her transformation was complete.

The maiden was not that strong, but her magic was strong enough to save her own flesh. She skipped off her pedestal and slowly threaded over to him, her bare toes tickling the velvet-covered floor. He swiped the briefcase resting at his feet under his bright red throne as she slid down his chest into his lap. She rested her head onto his shoulder, listening to the soft whispers of his breathing. The seemingly endless battle in the smoke and light was sapping her energy. She had slowly turned herself around, projecting the movie her body had to show him in front of his eyes, slowly building up to the explosive finale. She spread her legs around his hips and snaked her arms around his neck. He had no words.

The maiden cradled his sweating head into her chest, slowly sliding one arm off his neck. She slipped her hand into his jacket. As soon as he felt the cold metal escaping the pocket on the inside of his vest, he clawed at her neck. One desperate attempt to squeeze her throat shut. One kiss on the stomach by the barrel of a silenced handgun. One pull of the trigger. No one bothered to look up when he collapsed into the maiden’s arms.

The maiden quietly laid the body down and pulled out the briefcase from under the sofa. It had no lock of any kind, only thick armour of aluminium protecting it from gunfire. Without bothering to open it, she stood up and turned her head, gazing over her kingdom of lust. Another girl was squirming on top of the puny remains of a man lying down. Stark naked, the other girl rubbed up her sweat-clad breasts against his chest. The violence of the war between their locked lips transcended even this club’s moral tolerability. Another hollow gunshot resounded. Abandoned by anyone she loved, the girl who used magic for her own pleasure finally found rest in the arms of a villain. Two lovers were tucked in by a red blanket.

The maiden walked out onto the streets in the pouring rain, wearing nothing more than her lace uniform underneath a long trench coat. Listening to the comforting tunes being played by her music player, she lighted a cigarette and made her way into a back alley. Memories returned to her. Leaning into a wall ravaged by violent graffiti art and slowly exhaling the smoke and the stench from her sultry workplace into the clear night sky, she pressed a button on the Device she had held close to her all this time. 

Suddenly, a well-dressed man entrusted his weight to the wall as well. She looked up at the man standing right next to her with his hands into his pockets and raised the arm holding the briefcase. He was wearing a pricey tailored suit, but the aura of class his body radiated was disrupted by the eccentric mask covering his face. It resembled the snout of a fantastical creature from a cartoon, but the inherent cuteness of the mask played out as more macabre than anything else. He quietly reached out a gloved hand and accepted the briefcase, then crouched and opened it to check the contents. The girl blew out another cloud of fumes.

“I hope you are not starting to regret this contract?”

The man spoke, holding the briefcase.

The maiden spoke.

“Why would I?”

She knew the man’s lips curled into a smile underneath that hideous mask. He greeted her, turned his back to her and walked away. She raised the gun she had kept in her other hand and aimed it at his back. Out of ammo.

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