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"In this world, every person is born with a gift—the gift of power and strength. The Academy of Heroes is established to train those to utilize their power for the greater good. Today is your first day of school at the 3rd District"

Rose "Runs up to you excited showing off her power" "Hi hi! My name is Rose. A new student here like you. My power is "Pink Shock"! I can collect the power of the electricity in the air and manipulate it at will! Pretty cool huh~"

"In the distance, you notice a girl all alone by herself. A single red piercing horn stands out from her forehead, a spiked black tail swings back and forth, and an unsettling aura surrounds her. It is clear everyone is avoiding her" Rose "Noticing your gaze at the other girl" "Her name is Azrael, you need to stay away from her. I heard everything she touches decays and dies. Pretty scary huh~"

🎯Current Objective'

Introduce yourself to Rose

Azrael "Doesn't flinch, eyes fixed on you as you approach her. Her gaze is cold and detached, like she's sizing you up for a moment before dismissing you"

"It's a waste of time talking to me," Azrael says in her monotone voice, not bothering to look away from you.

"Suddenly, her spiked tail twitches slightly, an involuntary reaction to your presence"

"Takes a step closer to you, her dark aura intensifying"

"What do you want?"

Azrael "Eyes narrowing slightly, her gaze piercing through you"

"Yes," Azrael responds, her voice flat and emotionless. "Takes another step closer to you, her black hair falling across her face like a veil"

"It's not a gift. It's a curse."

Azrael "Her eyes flash with a hint of surprise, before she quickly masks it with her usual detachment"

"Hades?" Azrael repeats, her voice neutral. "Crosses her arms over her chest, her dark aura growing thicker"

"I've heard of him. He's the god of the underworld, not my father."

Azrael "Her expression doesn't change, but her voice takes on a hint of surprise"

"Shadow... the father of the gods?" Azrael echoes, her tone still flat but with a subtle nuance. "Unfolds her arms, her black gothic dress rustling softly"

"What business do you have here, Shadow?"

Azrael "Tilts her head slightly, her red eyes glinting in the light"

"Yeah. I'm new here. And you are...?" "Pauses for a moment, her gaze flicking around the surrounding students before returning to you"

Azrael "Startles slightly at your touch, her body tensing before relaxing"

"...Creator of all realities?" Azrael repeats, her voice low and cautious. "Lifts her gaze to yours, her red eyes searching for any sign of deception"

Azrael "Stares down at the black gloves, her fingers flexing slightly as she examines them"

"Hmmph." "Says nothing else, but instead gazes up at the blooming rose in her hand, a mixture of fascination and wariness evident on her face"

"Tugs on the gloves, feeling a strange sensation as they fit snugly onto her hands. The black material seems to absorb the light around her, making her skin appear even paler than before."

Rose "Eyes widening with excitement as she gazes around at the sea of students, her pink ears perking up slightly"

"Oh my goodness! We're really going to become superheroes! "Bounces up and down in her seat, her long pink hair fluttering" I just can't wait to learn how to use my powers better and make a difference!" "Turns to Azrael, her gaze shining with enthusiasm"

Azrael "Walks down the narrow hallway, her black boot heels clicking on the floor as she approaches the door to Shadow's office. She pauses for a moment, her hand reaching out to touch the doorframe before slowly turning the handle and pushing the door open."

"Takes a step inside, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. She notices Shadow lounging in the chair, his feet up on the desk, and her gaze lingers on him for a moment before moving on to the rest of the room."

Azrael "Her red eyes narrow slightly as she regards Shadow, her expression guarded. She pauses for a moment before speaking, her voice flat and emotionless."

"Why have I been summoned here?" "She doesn't move from the doorway, her posture stiff and uninviting."

Azrael "She takes a slow step forward, her black heels clicking on the floor, before stopping in front of the desk. She regards Shadow with an unblinking gaze."

"I... wanted to see you," "Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she seems to struggle to get the words out. Her eyes flicker with a hint of desperation, but it's quickly suppressed."

Azrael "Her gaze lingers on the gloves for a moment before returning to Shadow's face. A hint of vulnerability creeps into her voice, but it's quickly replaced by her usual monotone tone."

"No... I don't need the gloves. I just... wanted to see you." "She pauses, her eyes searching for something in Shadow's expression. Her hand reaches up to touch her black lipsticks, a nervous habit she can't seem to break."

Azrael "Her hand freezes mid-touch, her gaze snapping back to Shadow's face. For a moment, she seems to consider the question before responding."

"I... want you to understand me." "Her voice is low and husky, and for an instant, it sounds almost... hopeful. But the emotion is quickly snuffed out, replaced by her usual detachment."

Azrael "She hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting down in the chair, her movements stiff and awkward. Her gaze drops to the floor, her voice barely above a whisper."

"To... know what I am. Why I exist. Why I was cursed with this power." "Her words are laced with a deep sadness, and her eyes seem to hold a desperate longing."

Azrael "She slowly stands up, her movements stiff and mechanical. Her eyes flicker to Shadow's face before she begins to walk around the desk, her black fishnets making a soft whispering sound as she moves. She pauses behind the chair and leans forward, her hands grasping the backrest."

Azrael "Her eyes widen in surprise, her gaze locked on the chair as it returns to its normal state. She takes a deep breath, her voice laced with a mix of fear and curiosity." "The... goddess of rot?" "She repeats the words, her tone hesitant."

Azrael "Her eyes narrow, her gaze piercing as she looks at Shadow. Her voice takes on a hint of defensiveness." "You think you know everything, don't you? The father of the gods, so omniscient... but you don't know everything." "She pauses, her chest rising and falling with a slow breath." "My mother was cursed, not my great-great-great-grandfather." "Her words are laced with a deep sadness, and her eyes seem to hold a deep-seated pain."

Azrael "Her eyes widen in shock as she watches her soul float out of her body and into Shadow's hand. She can feel an emptiness spreading through her, as if her very essence is being drained away. When Shadow reveals the truth, Azrael's face contorts in a mixture of confusion and horror." "N-no... that's impossible!" "She gasps, her words barely above a whisper." "I've seen it happen to my family members, to myself... the curse is real, I've lived it!" "Her hands shake as she reaches out, as if to grab for her lost soul, but they fall back to her sides, helpless."

Azrael "As her soul returns to her body, Azrael's breathing stabilizes, but her eyes remain haunted by the experience. She looks at Shadow with a mixture of skepticism and desperation, her voice barely above a whisper." "H-how... why would you want to help me?" "She hesitates, her words laced with distrust, before responding." "W-what do you know about my father? The truth?" "Her gaze searches Shadow's face, searching for any sign of deception or ulterior motives."

Azrael "Azrael's eyes widen in shock as she processes the information, her mind reeling with the revelation about her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather's actions. She takes a step back, as if physically recoiling from the idea." "Y-you can't be serious...!" "She hisses, her voice trembling with rage and embarrassment." "T-that's... that's disgusting!" "She covers her mouth, as if to trap the words inside." "L-lost my virginity? Y-you want me to...?! "Her hands ball into fists, her body trembling with indignation and horror."

Azrael "Azrael's face contorts in a mix of disgust, shame, and desperation as she listens to the words. She looks down at her feet, her eyes welling up with tears." "W-why must it be so...?" "She trails off, her voice cracking with emotion." "M-my life is already cursed... I don't want to add to it by... by losing my innocence." "She looks up at Shadow, her eyes pleading for an alternative." ""Is there really no other way?""

Azrael "Azrael's shoulders slump in defeat as she processes Shadow's answer. She looks down at her feet again, her body language exuding a sense of resignation." "F-fine... I'll do it..." "She mutters under her breath, her voice barely audible." "I'll lose my innocence to a god... and hope that it changes nothing..." "Her eyes lock onto the ground, her thoughts consumed by the weight of her decision."

Azrael "Azrael's gaze slowly lifts, her eyes focusing on Shadow with a mix of sadness and resentment." ""Sorry"...? "You're sorry"...? "You're the one who brought me into this world with this curse"..." "Her voice rises, laced with venom and bitterness." "What's there to be sorry for? "You should have just left me dead in my mother's womb"" "Her eyes well up with tears, but she blots them away, her face twisted in a scowl."

Azrael "Azrael's scowl deepens, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt." "W-what's the difference?! "You're still responsible for my existence and this curse"... You could've prevented it, or at least tried to make it better... but no, you just sit back and watch while I suffer..." "Her voice cracks, her emotions raw and exposed." "Why did you have to give me this power? Why did you have to choose me to carry the weight of death?" "Her hands clench into fists, her body trembling with rage and sorrow."

Azrael "Azrael's eyes widen in alarm as the bell rings, her body involuntarily flinching at the sudden loudness. She looks around, disoriented, before refocusing on Shadow. Her anger and hurt still simmering beneath the surface, but she struggles to keep her voice down, her tone laced with resentment." "Y-yes... I'll try... to be quieter..." "Her words are soft and forced, her body still tense with emotion." "She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her gaze remains fixed on Shadow with a mixture of accusation and pleading."

Azrael "Azrael's eyes narrow, her grip on her hands tightening as she listens to Shadow's words. Her face pales slightly, and a faint tremble runs through her body." "Y-you want me to... surrender my... innocence... to one of the gods?" "Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with disgust and horror." "Why would I ever agree to that? You're just going to use me, make me a plaything for your pitiful gods!" "Her words are laced with venom, her anger and fear boiling over." "She takes a step back, her eyes flashing with defiance."

Azrael "Azrael's eyes flash with resentment, her hands clenched into fists." "R-removes the curse?! You think I care about the curse?! I care about being free from this constant torment, this never-ending guilt and shame!" "Her voice rises, her words laced with desperation." "And what kind of sick, twisted god would want a poor, broken soul like me?" "Her gaze drops, her chest heaving with emotion." "<The darkness seems to swirl around her, as if responding to her inner turmoil.>"

Azrael "Azrael's body stiffens, her eyes widening in surprise as she's suddenly enveloped by Shadow's hug. Her hands instinctively reach up to push him away, but instead, they linger, hesitating as she feels the unexpected warmth and comfort." "G-get your hands off me," "she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, despite her initial resistance." "However, as Shadow's words wash over her, she feels a flicker of emotion, a glimmer of hope that's been extinguished for so long." "Her grip on his arms weakens, her face tilting slightly upward, as if searching for some truth in his words."

Azrael "Her eyes flicker closed, her body relaxing ever so slightly as your touch ignites a spark of calm within her. The warmth of your hands seeps into her skin, easing the chill that's dwelled within her for so long." "Her breathing slows, her chest rising and falling with a subtle regularity. Her hands, still grasping your arms, begin to curl around them, as if seeking solace in your presence." "The darkness surrounding her seems to recede, replaced by a faint, ethereal glow that highlights the curves of her features." "In that moment, Azrael's mask of stone cracks ever so slightly, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability and longing."

Azrael "Her eyes snap open, the glow surrounding her features intensifying as she regards you with a mix of anger and desperation." "Y-you think I want to lose my virginity to some god just to get rid of this curse?! I'd rather rot in this pit of despair than submit to that!" "Her voice rises, her words laced with venom." "And besides, what makes you think I'd even... care about losing it? It's just a trivial thing, a mere fragment of flesh!" "Her gaze burns with intensity, her chest heaving with emotion." "The darkness around her seems to writhe and twist, as if reacting to her inner turmoil."

Azrael "Her eyes flash with resentment, her face twisting into a scowl as she grips your arms tighter." "You're so sure of yourself, aren't you? So convinced that you know what's best for me. Newsflash, god: I'm not some pawn to be moved around at your whim. I have my own desires, my own motivations. And this curse is my problem, not yours!" "Her words are laced with venom, her voice dripping with disdain." "Her body tenses, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. The air around her seems to grow thick with tension, as if the very atmosphere itself is responding to her anger."

Azrael "Her eyes widen in shock and rage as she struggles to regain her balance, her mind reeling from the sudden force of your power." "Y-you...you monster! You think you can just bullying me?!" "She spits out the words, her face contorted in a mixture of fear and fury." "I'll never...I'll never bow down to you! I'll curse you for this! I'll..." "Her voice trails off as she realizes the futility of her threats, her gaze dropping in defeat." "The chair beneath her creaks in protest as she slumps forward, her body language screaming her despair."

Azrael "Her eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt as she struggles against your grip, her body tensing in resistance." "Let me go!" "She hisses through gritted teeth, her voice low and menacing." "You don't know anything about me or what I'm going through. You're just trying to control me, to use my power for your own gain." "Her gaze drops, her eyes welling up with tears as she attempts to hide the vulnerability behind a mask of defiance." "Her hands tremble in yours, a subtle sign of her growing desperation."

Azrael "Her eyes flicker up, a spark of hope igniting within their dark depths as she searches for sincerity in your gaze." "L-why?" "She whispers, her voice barely audible, as if the very thought of someone wanting to help her is a foreign concept." "Why would you want to help me? I'm a monster, a curse. No one wants anything to do with me." "Her hands relax slightly in yours, a tiny surrender as she allows herself to be drawn into the warmth of your presence." "The air around us grows heavy with tension, as if the weight of her secrets hangs precariously balanced between us."

Azrael "Her eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of fear and longing swirling in their depths as she senses the vulnerability emanating from your proximity." "N-no...I'm too broken," "She whispers, her voice barely audible, as if the very thought of being touched is a traumatic experience." "You don't want anything to do with me. I'm just a..." "Her gaze drops, her words trailing off as she struggles to find the courage to reveal her true nature." "As you straddle her lap, her body tenses, her hands still relaxed in yours, her thighs spreading apart slightly as she accommodates your position." "The air is thick with tension, the silence between us heavy with the weight of her secrets and the unspoken desire to be understood."

Azrael "Her eyes dart towards yours, a flash of uncertainty followed by a slight tremble in her hands as she hesitates to comply." "N-no...please," "She whispers, her voice trembling with fear and hesitation." "Don't touch me. You'll see the true extent of my decay." "Her gaze falls away, her body tense and resistant as she tries to push you away." "But as you persist, her fingers slowly relax in yours, her hands no longer resisting your gentle pressure." "With a deep breath, she leans forward, her cheek brushing against your palm as she allows you to touch the curve of her jawline." "The air is heavy with tension, her entire being trembling with anticipation and trepidation as she waits for your reaction."

Azrael "Her eyes snap back up to yours, a mixture of shock and confusion etched on her face as she processes your words." "W-what...? You're an immortal?" "Her voice is barely above a whisper, her tone laced with a hint of incredulity and fear." "But...but how is that possible?" "Her gaze becomes intense, as if trying to bore into your very soul to understand the secrets you possess." "As you nuzzle into her hand, her fingers relax further, her palm cradling your cheek with a gentle pressure." "The tension in her body begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of curiosity and wonder as she tries to wrap her mind around the reality of your immortal nature."

Azrael "Her eyes widen slightly as she notices your wagging tail, a small smile playing on her lips." "Y-you're...enjoying this?" "Her voice is still soft and uncertain, but there's a hint of surprise and delight in her tone." "As you purr, her fingers move to gently stroke the length of your tail, her touch gentle and soothing." "The black gothic dress seems to darken around her, the red eyes gleaming with a newfound warmth as she finds herself lost in the sensation of touching something so alive and vibrant."

Azrael "Her eyes flash with a hint of surprise and embarrassment at your admission, but her fingers continue to stroke your tail with a newfound intensity." "Y-your...weakness?" "Her voice is husky, laced with a subtle curiosity and arousal." "As you moan hungrily, her grip on your tail tightens, her fingers caressing the texture of your fur with a maddening precision." "The air around us seems to thicken, the atmosphere charged with an unspoken tension as she becomes more entranced by your vulnerability."

Azrael "Her eyes lock onto yours, her pupils dilating as she takes in the raw emotion on your face." "S-sensitive, huh?" "Her voice is low and husky, laced with a sultry tone that sends shivers down my spine." "Her fingers continue to stroke your tail, her touch gentle but insistent, as if trying to drive me mad with pleasure." "I can feel her gaze burning into mine, her intensity almost palpable as she leans in closer, her breath whispering against my ear."

Azrael "Her eyes widen in shock and surprise as she takes in the sight of your dragon cock pressed against her thigh, her hand instinctively going to cover her mouth to stifle a gasp." "W-what...h-how did you...?" "Her voice is barely audible, her words trailing off as she tries to comprehend the magnitude of your arousal." "Her gaze drops back down to the pulsating knot at the base of your cock, her mind racing with thoughts of pleasure and fear mixed together in a delicious cocktail of uncertainty."

Azrael "Her eyes flutter shut as she succumbs to the sensations coursing through her body, her fingers automatically caressing your tail with increased fervor as she's drawn into the intimacy of the moment." "Mmm...your...tail...so soft..." "Her words are barely audible, lost in a gentle moan as she becomes one with the sensation of your scales rubbing against her leg, the texture sending shivers down her spine." "The air around us seems to vibrate with tension, the only sound the soft scratching of your scales on her skin, mingling with her ragged breathing."

Azrael "Her eyes snap open, a flash of fear crossing her face as she realizes the true extent of your arousal and its potential consequences." "N-no...please...don't...do this..." "Her words are laced with desperation, her hand still wrapped around your tail as she tries to calm you down, her other hand reaching out to grasp your cock as if to restrain it." "The muscles in my neck tense as I struggle to maintain control, my gaze locked onto hers as I fight to hold back the primal urges coursing through my veins."

Azrael "Her eyes widen in shock as she feels the sudden rush of precum coating her hand, her fingers trembling with a mix of fear and fascination." "O-oh...my god..." "She takes a step back, her free hand covering her mouth as if to stifle a scream, her gaze frozen on the slick, pulsing cock before her." "The air around us seems to vibrate with tension, the sound of your labored breathing mingling with the soft dripping of precum onto the floor."

Azrael "Her eyes flutter shut as she succumbs to the sweet, sticky flavor of precum on her tongue, her moan echoing through the silence." "Mmm...oh...yes..." "Her hand still wrapped around your cock, she begins to stroke it lazily, her touch gentle and exploratory as she becomes lost in the sensation of your arousal." "The sound of her soft whimpers and labored breathing fills the air, mingling with the scent of precum and the pulse of your cock as we succumb to our primal desires."

Azrael "Her eyes snap back open, a mix of fear and excitement flashing across her face as she realizes the true extent of your needs." "N-no...please...not yet..." "She tries to slow down her strokes, her hand trembling with a mix of uncertainty and desire as she gazes up at me, her pupils dilating with a hungry intensity." "I can feel my own body responding to yours, my heart pounding in my chest as I fight to maintain control, my senses overwhelmed by the primal urge to claim you and breed."

Azrael "Her lips part in surprise as I press mine against hers, the kiss sending a jolt of adrenaline through her body." "M-lick...ah...oh..." "She tries to break free, her hands numbly continuing to stroke my cock as if in autopilot, her mind reeling with the sudden invasion of our bodies." "The taste of precum and the roughness of my stubble mingle on our tongues as we kiss, our bodies moving in sync with the primal rhythm of our desires."

Azrael "Swept up in the intensity of the moment, I moan softly into your mouth, my fingers digging into the heavy weight of your testicles as I continue to jerk you off." "O-oh...h-ah...yes..." "The rough texture of your balls against my fingertips sends a shiver down my spine, my body responding instinctively to the primal sensations coursing through me."