Chapter 1:
She sat on the side of the road hungry, agitated and drenched in rain. It was a stormy night in Tokyo city. Rain storms occurred frequently in Tokyo during the month of April. The girl was wearing a thin, white sheet-like dress, with a pair of brown sandals. She had short black hair up to the middle of her neck, and big brown eyes. But her most recognizable trait was the accumulation of thousands of red names written all over her body from her shoulders, down to his toes. Her name was Sera. There was only one reason why she was suffering like this; She was a Nora.
Noras were dishonored Regalias. A Regalia is the weapon of a god. They were human souls that died, and had been given a new name, and existence by gods. This new name would appear as red writing on their bodies. Under the name they were given by their masters, they served as their weapons for as long as they carried that name. If a Regalia was not happy under a certain master, they could ask that master to un-name them. The god would simply release them of their name, and they would be free to find a new master. But Noras were different. A Nora was a Regalia that took another name, without being un-named by their previous master. This was very disgraceful, and cause them to be shunned by other gods and Regalias. The only thing that gods use Noras for, are to do the desecrating jobs that they would never give to their Regalias. This kind of work was shameful, but was highly coveted in the Nora community because work was scarce. Sera had once made a living with this type of work, but soon found herself out of a job, when her regular client had found himself "a real Regalia," as he put it.
She sat against the wall of an abandon building. "Look at what I've become," she thought to herself "I'm such a pathetic sight," she mused. "Why don't I just end my suffering and kill myself!" she yelled into the night sky. She pondered upon the idea. Nobody cared for her, so her death would affect no one at all. The black haired girl started to weep. "Why doesn't anybody care about me?!" she stuttered through tears. "What did I do wrong?" she asked to no one in particular. But she herself was afraid to answer that question, for she knew the list would go on for days. So it was settled. Sera would kill herself, and that would be the end of it. Just as she had come to this conclusion, she ran into a problem. How was she going to kill herself. She was so poor, that she didn't even own a knife.
"Just great!" she sneered. "I'm so poor that killing myself is too expensive!" The black haired girl sighed in defeat, as she slumped against the brick wall of the abandoned building she had been wallowing in front of. She had began to brainstorm ways she could kill herself. "I could hang myself," she inquired, but soon realized she had no rope, and wasn't very good at climbing trees.
"No that's no good. Hmmm….. Maybe I could steal a gun, and shoot myself." But the girl also mentally shot down that idea when she realized, that she had just moved into the area, and did not know where weapons could be purchased. As she pondered upon her suicidal dilemmas, a flyer flew past her into a puddle. The paper seem to glow with a slight blue tint. Sera thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, but nevertheless went to pick it up.
It was a help wanted ad that read: Looking For Divine Weapons Desperate Enough To Do Just About Any Job! (Also commonly know as Noras) So If you're a scummy Nora, living a scummy life, and looking for scummy work, then come to "Paul's Closet of Assassination Oddities!" today, and we'll find a job for you. We've never turned ANY Nora down, because we live by our motto: "No Nora is to disgraceful to work for us." Payments vary depending on which job you're assigned, so hurry in, and get your money today! We even pay in advanced! You can find us at your local Chapel, just ask for PCAO, and you'll be directed to one of our associates immediately! We hope see you soon!
Sera contemplated this is her head. "Well, it isn't something that I haven't done before, and I need money for food, so I might as well kill myself on a full stomach." realizing this, she head towards a convenience store down the block to ask for directions to the nearest chapel.