18 Kyra

"I'm heading out mother, father. I'll see you at evening." Kyra said to the portraits of a married couple with garlands on the frames.

Kyra then grabbing her school bag, and checked herself out in the mirror. She was a highschooler in a school named 'Useless Academy.' It was popular for its bullshit curriculum in which students were taught to shun modernity, develop medieval mentality, be gender-biased, hate under-privileged people with a fervor and laugh at creativity. Subjects such as art and music did not exist and whoever was found indulging in these two was heavily punished & other students were instructed to laugh at the 'criminal.' Education was nonexistent with only 50 years old knowledge being repeated each year mindlessly. The girls there were to wear full body uniforms. Makeup or evening painting nails was punishable by litter-cleaning in the school's dirty backyard. There was no water supply, no electricity, no proper furniture, no glasses in the windows, no medical facility and students were paraded through the assembly grounds every morning, singing prayers to gods who never helped them resist the scorching heat of summer or chilly winds of winter. During rains…especially during rains; they were asked to sit their asses down on the wet muddy ground and listen to the principal as he boasted about the grandeur of their culture or asked them to donate more funds to money-mongrel NGOs that showed up every 4 weeks.

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Kyra looked at her reflection and smiled. She was 16 yrs old; very pretty with a cute small face, a slim waist, perky butt and big boobs that were the reason of female teachers' envy. Her eyes were green and her hair black with blonde streaks on them. She was wearing a small skirt that revealed fair amount of her juicy thighs. Her shirt was said to be made from vibranium as it could resist the stress of her big boobs and not get ripped despite the fabric seemingly stretched to its limits. She wore light makeup to highlight her natural beauty. Her lips glossy pink and her cheeks were highlighting a blush. Her nails were painted in different colors and patterns, speaking for her artistic ability. In her left hand she carried a violine box and on her right shoulder, her school bag that contained only novels and comics.

Kyra's parents had perished in an accident. They left behind some money which was given to them in small amounts through a government organization that devoured 60% of the whole amount as fees for the said 5-year service.

"Hmm hmm hmm la la~" Kyra sang and hummed to herself while smiling. Wherever she passed by, people looked at her in surprise.

"Ow she's so cute!" A lady squirmed from a distance.

"Haish…her boobs and ass are too big for her age. Hmph, maybe she indulges in sexual activities." Another woman spouted. Jealously begets illogical reasoning.

Kyra soon passed by a group of teenagers.

"Oye-oye, check her out." One of them spoke to his friends and they all eyed Kyra who turned around and winked at them.

"Ohhh!!!" The boys' hearts throbbed.

"She winked! That slut!"

"She is inviting us! Let's go have some fun hehehe." The boys discussed heatedly and stalked Kyra. Kyra on the other hand walked fast but would often turn around to check up on her pursuers. With the blush on her face and her impossible attire, one would assume that she was a young slut, craving some good hard fuck.

Kyra soon entered a derelict alley where the boys barged in soon. There was no exit and Kyra was cornered.

"There-there little kitty, want to have some fun with us?" One of the guys said and grabbed Kyra by the waist, pulling her to his chest.

Boing! Kyra's big bobs bounced against the boy's chest and she blushed cutely.

"Hahahah!" Seeing that Kyra was cooperating cutely, everyone chuckled.

Then the boy who had grabbed Kyra, slumped down on the pavement & blood oozed out underneath him.

"…! What the fuck!" Someone exclaimed.

"Did she stab him? This bitch is crazy!"

"Get that slut! We'll fuck her to death!"

"Oye-oye, call an ambulance first."

"Screw him. Let's fuck this kitty first."

And ironically, black colored cat ears appeared on Kyra's head out of nowhere and a black tail also emerged from underneath her skirt!

"You…" Kyra spoke in a cold voice, greatly contrasting with her cute and sexy appearance.

"You are all lowlifes who have been harassing girls, smuggling drugs and killing stray dogs for enjoyment. The cops care not to do anything but your days are over now. You shall all become sacrifices for the great me." Kyra's pupils turned into needle shape like that of a cat and she hissed like one too before jumping on the boys.

"Holy shit what!"

"Get her!"

The boys offered a clumsy fight but Kyra jumped around agilely, evading all their kicks and punches while delivering sharp chops on sensitive parts of their bodies, crippling them easily. Soon she was the only one standing. Everyone else was groaning on the pavement.

"Hmm hmm hmm~ la-la-la~" Kyra began singing again as she picked up her violine case and opened it. Inside, there was a violine indeed but underneath it was a short sword, unclean with dried up blood on it. Kyra licked the sword and smiled before looking at the defeated gang.

Screams soon echoed in that alley.

By the time people arrived there to check the reason of screams; Kyra had left without a trace and the entire gang was dead, having been hacked into pieces.

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Several minutes later, Kyra was sitting in her classroom, gazing out of the window. She seemed out of the place, being the only girl who wore modern clothes, carried a musical instrument, wore makeup, had comics on her table and didn't give a fuck to what the bald ugly teacher was speaking.

"Ehem…! Kyra! I asked who was the 32nd president of this country?" The teacher asked the third time. Kyra finally gave him a glance and smiled cutely.

"Oh, the president? It was the mafia council who had donated 20 million for the election campaign and later acquired important seats in the senate. Collectively, they were the real president."

"…!!!" The teacher's eyes bulged out and he almost had a heart attack. "You! How dare you slander our president and our democratic nation? Go to detention room right now!"

Pthoo!

Kyra spat at him and the spit travelled like a bullet, hitting the teacher on his right eye and sending him in a screaming agony.

"Fuck off, geezer." Kyra muttered. Everyone in the class remained quiet.

Kyra…despite her cute appearance was a delinquent. But she was revered by the girls as a hero. A girl who defied rules and did whatever she wanted. She would naturally be revered by the girls in this oppressed environment of the academy.

"Tch, another one bites the dust. This Kyra is too formidable." A boy grumbled.

"Just last week she was so timid. What got into her all of a sudden?" Another boy wondered. Discussions were like this were the favorite activity of the students lately.

Kyra on the other hand paid no heed and looked out of the window again, resting her chin against her palm.

"Sigh, why did my angels betray me? I had handpicked them from the many battles in mortal realm. I gave them a chance to fight by my side against the demons. So many victories and endless fighting...what more could they want?" Kyra thought.

"Umm…Kyra…" A boy came up to her while fidgeting.

"Fuck off." Kyra replied.

"Why did they betray me? Was I not nice to them? Did I not care about them?" Kyra wondered.

"K-kyra, we have a request." A girl spoke up.

"Fuck off bitch! Can't you see I'm thinking?" Kyra snapped.

This was the reason her angels betrayed her. She was simply too volatile and always mistreated her angels verbally. Her mind was always only focused on either war or herself. She cared not if the angels wanted some respite. One war after another and then another. Angels finally got sick of her and kicked her out of heaven after stabbing a long knife in her asshole.

Kyra's real name was Bastet, a war goddess. All the war gods and goddesses in heavens would compete with other by waging wars almost continuously against demons and the likes. They were crazy. Bastet/Kyra was no exception.

"…" Kyra finally looked around. There were many girls staring at her with pitiful expressions. Even some boys were sweating at a distance.

"Hmph, if you have a request, then bring offerings to me and pray to me. What the fuck is this attitude, coming straight up on my face, huh bitches?" Kyra snarled. Her descension into the mortal realm had not gone so well. She possessed the body of a cute and timid girl Kyra whose personality was entirely opposite to hers and…she was not dead. The two souls got mixed up resulting in this quirky personality of hers. One moment she was cute and sexy; the other moment, angry and still sexy.

"Uhh…" One of the girls stammered and literally bowed down on the floor. She kowtowed thrice, gaining a pleasantly surprised expression from Kyra. The girl then pulled out a premium lipstick and placed it on Kyra's table.

"P-please miss Kyra, listen to o-our request." This girl stammered cutely.

"Hmmm?" Kyra smiled. She was pleased. This was the proper way to ask favors from gods. You pray, you give offerings and then you speak your requests. Kyra picked up the lipstick and nodded. It was a premium matt cherry-red lipstick. Just because Kyra/Bastet was a war goddess, didn't mean that she hated makeup and prettying up. To the contrary, she was often seen wearing golden jewelry instead of an armor in the battle.

"Speak. What is it that you seek, mortal?" Kyra asked in a bossy tone.

"We might as well start calling her a goddess now." At some distance, a boy whispered to his bench-mate.

"Yes, well she technically is, a goddess of this academy. Just look at her." The other boys' nose bled.

"Th-there has been repeated assaults on our schools' girls as of late." Meanwhile the girl on the floor spoke to Kyra.

"Oh?" Kyra raised an eyebrow. "Who is the culprit? What is the nature of these assaults?"

"It's a boy from another school. His name is Haruto. He has raped too many girls by now. He is simply unstoppable! Surprisingly, none of the raped girls wants to file charges against him." The girl spoke. "Our academy's delinquent king went to fight him with his whole gang but not only did they all got beaten blue, but also got cucked as their girlfriends were raped in front of them!"

Kyra stood up immediately. She was amazed.

"Wow, this Haruto seems like a wild warrior." Kyra uttered with a grin. "Conquering people left and right and exploiting the loot. He is worth exchanging blows with!"

Everyone looked at Kyra strangely. She had apparently agreed to fighting with Haruto but with a strange reasoning behind it.

"Alright, issue an official challenge to that Haruto and take me to the battle turf after school." Kyra declared.

"OHH!!" At this point some hot-blooded boys could not help but exclaim excitedly.

"Kyra is going to fight Haruto!"

"Kyra you're awesome like a goddess!"

"Please beat that bastard for us!"

Kyra grinned and nodded not realizing that Haruto was no ordinary mortal but a fallen god like herself.

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Hours had passed. School had ended. Behind a certain abandoned building, there was an empty ground and a shabby old basketball court with floor full of cracks. This was the battle turf between the two schools. Like this there were many other battle turfs where delinquents from different schools would fight to settle their scores and establish their power. It was quite a thing between teenagers who were high on hormones and drugs. Every school had a delinquent king to lead them. Just obtaining the title of the king meant fighting many battles inside one's own school. Kyra had descended to this mortal realm a week ago and although she was a battle maniac, she refrained from bullying these so-called delinquent kings. Thus, staying away from such battles. But now she had challenged Haruto despite not being a king herself. It was a rare occasion. Usually, such challenges could not be issues but Kyra was exceptional, thus the challenge letter was signed by her school's delinquent king and was sent to Haruto who agreed to it.

About how Haruto became a delinquent king? Well, it was quite easy. As soon as he was replaced by Indra the fallen god, he used his R@pe system to r@pe all the girls in the school. His power soared rapidly. Using his newly found abilities, he defeated the delinquent king and became the new one. He had many followers who'd get to fuck all of Haruto's female victims. He who was once a cuckold that got his milf mother fucked by dozen of boys and it was even shown live on school group app; was now the delinquent king who had conquered all the females he laid eyes upon, be they school girls or teachers or even the old bbw principal. After every fight, Haruto and his gang would r@pe the enemy gang's female members, and even raid their school, kidnapping the girls and then raping them for days until their minds were broken. On the sidelines, Haruto started running an adult site where all of his recorded sexual conquests were available for viewing at a certain price. He got rich quickly.

Why did he do it?

He was a fallen god. He needed to level up to return to the heavens. His r@pe system provided him easy points both actively and passively. He was very close to ascension!

Tok-tok-tok! Footsteps echoed in the area as two teenagers walked onto the basketball court to face one another. They were none other than Haruto and Kyra. One glance at each other and they realized their true identities.

"Well, I'll be damned…" Both of them uttered at the same time while a crazed smiled rolled on their lips.

"I'm so going to enjoy beating you." Kyra grinned.

"Bitch, your ass is mine." Haruto snarled.

Swoosh! Both of them leapt at each other. The fight had begun!

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Author's ramble-

Yes, a different approach in introducing new characters. It would not seem off if the chapter was long enough to include Xinthia but I hop you enjoyed it. Let's make a bet who's going to win this fight? Haruto or Kyra? xD