Prologue
Let me start off by saying I am far from normal.
I understand that this may seem random right now, but believe me, this bit of info will come in handy later on. To explain the many degrees of abnormality, you can start with my appearance. Long, white, curly hair that goes rather nicely with my amethyst purple eyes and miniature frame. Just joking. I look like an elf or a fairy straight out of a fairy tale (minus the costume and pointy ears).
Despite the cynicism towards my appearance, I don't actually mind how I look all that much. I'm essentially a younger, female copy of my older brother, which isn't a horrible thing, but I would've been happier had he shared a bit more of the height genes. Being only five-foot-one is hard sometimes! Firstly you can get trampled by pretty much anything; cars, people, ants. Secondly you never really feel beautiful when you're elfin, just cute. Forever cute and adorable. Let me tell you, it gets old really fast. Lastly, the majority of your friends consider you fragile and want to pick you up and put you in their pockets so you are forever protected.
This story has a twist however. I may look all sweet and innocent, but I am fully capable of taking care of myself. I'm a deadly weapon in the form of a petite girl. I can bring men 10 times my size to their knees in under a second. I can take off someone's head with a flick of my wrist. I can destroy villages and commit mass genocide without much remorse. In a word, I am twisted. This is what the military has made me. It is what they now expect of my species. Warsfeil. A human deviate that devours souls and can manipulate black magic. Long ago, the king ordered all Warsfeil to be executed. He regressed eventually and decide to keep a small reserve, under the control of the military, or more specifically Chairman Miroku. There remain only 12 of us now in the entire universe. My elder brother, Ayanami, chief of staff, reincarnation of death himself that had been banished from heaven over a thousand years ago. Hyuuga, lieutenant and self-proclaimed best friend of Ayanami, also a royal pain in the ass with an everlasting supply of sunglasses and candied-apples. Konatsu, Hyuuga's begleiter, who's technically a human, but he comes from a family of Warsfeil's and can hold his own as well as the rest of us. Kuroyuri, a small kid with pink hair an unidentified gender. Haruse, Kuroyuri's begeliter who doesn't talk much, always watched over Kuro-tan and bakes amazing cakes. Yuki and Suzu, the young twin battle sklaves that we rescued. Katsuragi, the old and wise commander that worships my brother. Misao, the kind hearted, breath-taking and oh-so-very deadly noble that married my brother. My father, Ichijo, who passed the powers of a Warsfiel to my brother and I, not knowing that my brother would turn out to be the original source of said powers (for it was death who created the Warsfiel after he defected). My beglieter, Shoujo (Sho for short) who never fails to keep my eccentric self in-line. And then there's myself of course.
The 12 of us make up the surviving population of Warsfeil. To say that we are disliked is a huge misunderstanding. We are despised and feared everywhere we go. After all, who would want to be friends with people that can devour their souls? It's a way to preserve their lives, so long ago we accepted that the only true friends we will ever have are each-other. Still, that never stopped us from hoping that one day, we'll be able to make normal friends. That is what I wish for the most, and as I go on a year-long leave from the military and my world, that is what I will accomplish. I'm moving to a town in Japan called Karakura town and starting a normal school in a couple of days. Let's see what happens.