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Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Name: Midori Kawamura

Age: 18

Civilian

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Mana Shard: A small red crystal shaped like a flame on a gold ring that transforms into her sword

Virtue: Courage. The will to go into the most dangerous places, take on the most dangerous foes, and venture where nobody else will

Magic: Midori's powers manifest as burning flame

Fiery Blast: Midori shoots a ball of flame at an enemy, Kamehameha style

Inferno Pillar: Midori conjures a pillar of flame to scorch an area

Flaming Sword: Midori's sword transmutes to pure flame to deal extra damage to Vices.

History: Midori always looked up to her father. A Kaigo City police officer, he always requested the most risky assignments, in the poorer parts of the city where crime and violence ran rampant. When she asked him why he risked his life like this, he responded, "These people need someone to show them that things can get better. And if something needs to happen to me for that to happen, then so be it."

Far from being the kind of girl to beg her father not to do something so dangerous, all she asked him to do was try to come home in one piece. His courage inspired her to want to become a police officer, but a few weeks ago, she got a better offer. Now, she's a magical girl, ready to protect people from the monsters that would terrify most.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Our courageous fire-wielder will be up tomorrow, come Hell, high water, or both!

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Throw me in for courage

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Rebecca rolled her eyes when Alexina decided not to kill the vile slime that had executed the raid. She was a pacifist, at least to a point, and killing unprovoked was bad enough, but what they had done to the child was beyond reproach. If she were running the coven, they would all be bound to stakes with silver shackles. No death would be torturous enough for them, but given the nature of the assignment Alexina had given them, it was a fair bet at least some would not be coming back. She went back to the castle, stopping by the library. She had work to do, old friends to speak with. Time didn't stop for the dead.

Saen quickly slithered away from the other dispersing witches. She wasn't happy with herself, and needed some time to think. So she went to the place she always did when she wanted to be alone for a little bit- the rose garden in the castle courtyard, for which Medusa had named castle, coven, and herself alike. The lamia stretched herself out, feeling the warmth of the sun on her scales. This was better than seeing the coven turn on itself- but then again, there wasn't much worse than seeing her friends literally at each other's throats.

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@Dark Light Does the doll have a name?

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Phagora glanced around. Really? All she wants is us to exterminate another coven. Ryleth and I can easily take two witches if we prepare, and the others are more than capable of handling themselves in a fight. There's a catch, there's got to be a catch. But she wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud, so she simply asked, "Do you have any information on this coven?"

Kalisel slowly recovered from the shock of her failed healing. As the tavern owner went to assist the man, with a slight dig at her, she nodded. "No offense taken. I'll defer to you, good sir- I'm not very experienced at this kind of thing."

When the man came to, making a comment about wendigos, Kalisel stayed by his side. "Easy there. Easy. You're badly hurt, and in no condition to be hunting daffodils, much less wendigos." She tried to place his face, but couldn't recall if she had met him before. Not surprising, considering the many mortals she had met over the millennia.

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Kalisel looked at the man with wide eyes. She hadn't expected a wounded hunter to hunter to come in. Then, eons of experience that hat ingrained itself into her mind took over.

The wound had been stitched, but the internal damage still needed fixing. Blood to replenish, skin to regrow. No hack herbalist with a knife could ever do what she could. Placing her hands on the man's forehead, she said in a calm but firm tone, "The power of Heaven heal you, my child." But something was wrong. Where was the glow of divine light, the surge of holy power? Then she remembered the endless plummet to Earth, and she knew. "Oh, right."

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Phagora stood like a statue, her eyes flinty and dispassionate. When Alexina mentioned that the criminals had three choices, she slowly mulled them over in her mind. Not that there was actually any decision to be made. She'd never let her powers be bound, and dying was an obvious nonstarter.

"Alright, Alexina. I'll take this mission. Do whatever you want me to do, hunt whatever you want me to hunt. Just point me in the right direction and let me loose."

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More and more hunters filed into the tavern, all of them looking ashen-faced. Either they'd passed through Goldencrest on their way here, or they'd heard about the tragedy. Either way, this place was going to be a hotbed of hunter activity until whoever had committed the atrocities was tied to a stake and ablaze.

Finishing her drink, the former- she was not fallen, that was a term reserved solely for denizens of Hell- angel looked at the gathering group. "Drinking away the pain is all well and good, but eventually, we're going to need to kill the bastards who did this. I say we get started sooner rather than later. Did anyone see anything that would help us learn who did this? Or a motive? It was a ritual, that much is clear, but what were they trying to accomplish?"

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Rebecca looked at the assembled witches with pity for those who hadn't done the deed, and disgust for those who had. Oh, she could understand why an old, dying witch would rip the life force from a person to save her own life, even if she wouldn't condone it- truth be told, she'd briefly considered the act during her own illness, though the memory of such still shamed her. But just to give yourself a few extra years of youth and beauty? No, no. And now the hunters would be coming in force. These witches had brought the wrath of Hell down upon them all, and it would take all their skill and power to survive the coming storm.

Phagora sighed as Alexina went through her spiel. Yes, she'd been part of the ritual. Her blood desecrated the floor of the church and the holy relics. Yes, she'd eaten the priest's soul. But were they not witches? Did the circumstances of their birth not put them above the common rabble? Mortals needed to know their place. And that place was scraping and groveling at her feet. Besides, with a swift offering of blood and Hellfire, her father would be at her side- a foe even the mighty Alexina Broadchurch couldn't lightly dismiss. The Witch of the Wilds wouldn't dare kill her- would she?

Saen, meanwhile, was kicking herself- metaphorically, at least, since she didn't have feet. She was a witch, and mind magic was her stock in trade. She should have seen the plots forming in the thoughts of the renegades- the tension, the anticipation, the fear. Instead, Goldencrest would be a name spoken only in horror forevermore. "I could bite them, Alexina. It wouldn't be as ssslow a demise as they dessserve, but perhapsss they would know a measure of the pain their victims sssuffered before they passssed."

Kalisel walked into The Witch's Paradise, noting the startling inappropriateness of the tavern's name. She knew now what witches called paradise, and she'd vomited upon the sight. She'd seen murder before, as well as the torments suffered upon sinners in Hell, but this beat all sickening violence that had come before. "Bartender, your strongest drink, and a lot of it." He raised an eyebrow, but when she told him, "I was at Goldencrest," he nodded in understanding, then slid a copious quantity of whiskey over to her.