Recuperation: A Shoujo Parallels Headcanon Short

 

Alpha Belt
Otherworld
Elythos

Astra was disappointed when she woke up to the sound of beeping machinery and an IV pumping medicine into her veins. The hospital was the very last place where she wanted to be. The lady cursed Raphael’s existence as a nurse walked in, mildly surprised to see the newest patient already awake and cursing.

“Ms. Erimentha,” the nurse greeted. Astra’s green eyes flickered over to her butter-yellow ones. “Are you doing alright?”

“Eri,” she corrected. “And I just woke up. There’s an IV attached to me. And I feel something on my back,” the lady noted, groaning faintly as she tried to move around despite being confined to the bed. The nurse nodded sympathetically, reading Astra’s vitals and checking the information the machine sent over. 

“That’s nothing compared to your injuries, Ms. Eri. It’s a good thing Mr. Raphael brought you here before you suffered blood loss–”

“Blood loss?”

The nurse hummed lightly. “He got you out of Spirare and told us you were injured after battling a loose Daimon.”

“Where’s Raphael now?”

“He had to leave, update the office on your condition.” She pushed a button and Astra yelped as the bed reclined, the nurse pushing her down with a gentle kind of force. “Just rest, Ms. Eri. Mr. Raphael would relax more if he saw you comfortable.” Plastering a smile (albeit forced), Astra nodded and the nurse left eventually.

Sinking into the sheets, she sighed heavily and closed her eyes.

“Why did I chase after Caprice,” she muttered, cringing and moving a little, feeling the puncture marks throb at the slightest contact. Astra attempted to make the lights flicker or a small spark arise, but none came. Deflated, she came to a realization that the thing sucked out a significant amount of Quintessence.

Shit.

“Knock, knock.”

The Hunt: A Shoujo Parallels Headcanon Short

 Alpha Belt
Elythos
Spirare Foris

“You have three unread messages.”

            “Astra, where the hell did you go? I thought we were supposed to hunt together. You fucking ditcher.”

            “Astra, what’s happening? Please reply.”

            “Astra, answer my calls.”

Astra rolled her eyes as Raphael’s voice rang throughout the area, she shoving her phone back into her back pocket as she hunted down a loose Daimon. “Why won’t he stop chasing,” she muttered, frustration bubbling up in her as she chased the being deeper into the dark. “I swear to Sceo I’m going to kill the idiot if he comes,” the girl spat. 

She leapt over a fallen log and kept running, following the footsteps that led her further. A Daimon had wreaked havoc in the town, escaping quickly as it moved to Spirare. It had caused uproar amongst the peoples, and Astra quickly took her weapon and chased after it – abandoning the seat where she waited for her companion.

Usually, the best thing to do was to call back up – in this case, Collette and Cissa – and the three of them would exterminate the Daimon to the best of their ability. However, the two weren’t with her and Raphael was slow, so she went herself. 

She found herself regretting that action very much. 

“Are you alone, little Worldly?”

Astra clutched her weapon tightly, turning to the source of the sound. She saw the Daimon there – a perfectly normal-looking person – save for the black tattoos crawling up his face and arms. The being sent her a slight smile and simply stood there, Astra knowing well that he hid weapons as well. 

“What’s it to you?” she asked coldly. The Daimon chuckled. 

“You poor little thing. You know that you should always have a partner with you when battling one of our kind.” She bit her lip and the Daimon raised its brow. “Or are you a new recruit?”

“I’ve been here a long time, Caprice. I just happened to come alone to give you some fair odds.” Cracking its knuckles, the Daimon grinned wickedly, eyes pitch black. 

“Wrong move, sweetie.”