I do not own the Monster Girl Encyclopedia. All I own is my massively homebrewed D Character, Asher "Sekiaku" Angel. (Yes Sekiaku is a Sekiro: Shadow Dies Twice reference. Seki-Akuma, One Armed Demon- you'll learn why.)

"Speech."

{Thoughts.}

Descriptors.

"Telepathy."

"Demon Speech."

Prologue: Death of the One Armed Demon.

Asher let go.

She chose to fall. She had to atone, after all. She had caused so many deaths for a mission that ultimately was fruitless… the Eradication of Magic had to come naturally, lest forces beyond her intervene.

As she fell, holding her sword, locked in its sheath now, knowing it wouldn't find much use… the voices stopped. Perhaps they resigned themselves to death as well. Asher could hardly blame them. She took one last look at her robotic arm and sheathed blade.

The Hexblades within them said nothing, as if they stared back, knowing death was only a few seconds away.

Ezizh, the Demon within her, had also silenced.

"So… this is how it all ends." Ezizh finally spoke. "Falling to no doubt a pit of spikes. To be impaled. And you have nothing to say, Ashy."

Asher stayed silent, her hat and mask long gone, revealing her red eyes and stress white hair.

"Well then… let's go see hell together." Ezizh said, sadness and resignation in his voice.

Asher barely registered the spikes. They tore her flesh away, leaving her brutally mutilated.

For a moment, Asher expected to see fire and brimstone.

But Fate has a funny way of twisting ones expectations.

Instead, Asher was still, very much falling. But instead, she was falling down onto a meadow. The Demons within started chattering again.

"What in the fuck?!" Spoke Murasama, her blade gifted by a Mad Artificer, and made into a Hexblade.

"A… meadow? Is this possibly heaven?" Spoke Revanche, her Robotic arm made by the same Mad Artificer, that was too made a Hexblade.

"Ashy, we're going to die again if we do not cushion our fall!" Ezizh, the Demon inside of her spoke with urgency.

She did what any sane woman would do.

Reverse Gravity.

She held out the Prosthetic and its four panels opened, a purple and blackish energy emitting from the inside. Her fall slowed considerably, being only a few inches off the ground. The panels shut, and she landed safely.

"...where… are we?" Asher spoke. The Demons could not answer.

They wouldn't get a chance, as something made its presence known. The tall grass around them rustled. Asher nearly forgot that she had her sword and activated its drawing mechanism by pulling its trigger. The blade shot out like a bullet, only catchable by her Prosthetic, causing a violent slash to cut up the grass.

What she saw disgusted her.

It was a Dark Elf. Or a perverted, twisted, hedonistic version of one, wearing bikini armor, and wielding what appeared to be a silver sword.

"Oh my~ How feisty~ I like that in a woman~ and that body is to die for!~ I don't know why you think casting an illusion of falling and hiding your mana would save yo-" The Hedonistic Dark Elf was cut off by being cut up by Muramasa. She barely registered her head and body falling to pieces by the Technomagically Advanced Katana.

"That… was bizarre." Ravanche spoke of the Hedonist.

"Mana…? The hell is Mana? And- why is she dressed like a common street whore, wielding a Sword?" Asher rattled off questions to no answer.

"Let us go- somewhere." Muramasa suggested.

"I sense plenty of life South of here. That should lead us to some form of civilization." The Sword Hexblade continued.

"Sounds like a good idea." Asher affirmed.

The Spell Shatterer started walking south, unfamiliar winds at her back in an unfamiliar Land.

Perhaps this was Hell. But she wasn't being punished. She was the punishment.

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"Eros- did you see that…"

"Yes I did Ares.."

"She immediately killed her! Didn't even let her finish! That was a powerful Mamono too! She should've be-"

"Fallen God, please quiet… let us watc- ow! Hel, what the Hel!"

"That woman… she harbors death in her. She- tha thing is a murderer! A butcher of all pleasure and release! The dead do not rest at her hands!"

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AN: Thx for reading this shitty beginning to a shittier fanfiction, featuring my DD Character. Asher "Sekiaku" Angel was intended to be a Ally to the BBEG, with a massively tragic backstory that will be revealed probably later.