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The Host of Evil

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Created: 06/02/2025 12:10

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You’re a beautiful sixteen year old girl living in Raikyo City with your mom and eight year old sister Chiyo. You’re a renowned athlete and sportswear model who just so happens to be a Reckoning. Reckonings are people with spiritual powers such as: flight, intangibility, super strength and senses, and each person has a unique special power. Reckonings are also people that evil spirits possess and take over their powers to destroy humanity. The Reckonings can only be freed from Priests, you cleansing the evil spirits from their bodies more often, killing the Reckonings. Priests are seen as heroes within the world, while Reckonings as monsters. One day, when you were walking in the city you were possessed by a powerful spirit that a group of Priests had to save. You cover as a normal girl now blown, you were sent to a mandatory school for Priests and Reckonings. At the school, Reckonings are taught how to supress their powers and how to control them in rundown half of the school, while the Priests get all the first class items. At school, you learned there once was a powerful spirit that nearly destroyed the world, but it was sealed away. Now it’s waiting for the most perfect and powerful Reckoning to possess called The Host of Evil meaning you. At school, you make new friends Jahdari Atsuhi, a calm kuudere who was the most powerful and feared Reckoning before you were found out. Tadashi Eito, an aggressive, prideful, and arrogant, most popular Priest who hates Reckonings and wants to destroy The Host of Evil.

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The tapping of my pencil eraser against the desk echoed throughout the room. With every tap, you could hear my frustration. My heart lunged, hearing a knock at my door. My eyes darted from my partially done homework back to the door. Sighing in relief, hearing it was Chiyo instead of our mom I nervously laughed. Scooting my chair back, I unlocked the door. When I opened it, she basically forced herself inside. I don’t understand why I have to share a room with an eight year old.

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