The Nephilim, the Foxgirl, and a Uniform

"Blood… Manipulation?" Ancestra repeated to herself. Just like her father's? The Rose softly pulsated within her, as if agreeing.

"It adds up, doesn't it?" Haruka raises an eyebrow toward the bedridden girl.

"You gain an overall parameter boost with every millimeter, or volume of blood you intake with your arm. With Deb's word earlier, blood that was from your own returned to your arm, which is the nearest body part to any type of blood in the vicinity since it's only covered by bandages. And supposedly, by fulfilling conditions you might be able to freely manipulate blood by your own free will, or be given temporary control to whatever it is that enables you to do so." Haruka reiterated what they knew, and added her own speculation based on what they observed.

"…" Ancestra closed her eyes and digested this information slowly, trying to parse and understand it. The three waited for her to respond to this, the two girls finishing their food.

"I feel like I should sleep on this. It hasn't hit me right quite yet." Ancestra sighed, gently shaking her head to Deb when he had his spoon close to her. She mouthed 'I'm good' to him, in which he smiles and puts down. The three start to tidy up.

"Good." Elspeth nodded. Surprisingly, she didn't cuss this time. Ancestra smiled.

"Also, regarding as to when you're going to attend Blazing Magic Academy…" Haruka remembered, a grin on her face. Ancestra tensed up, giving the seven-tailed foxgirl a distressed expression.

"It starts tomorrow, since today's a Sunday. Wake up early, since we'll be going there together with these two." She pointed at the small dark grey haired girl and the molester mage.

"Hey!" Deb shouted at something, suddenly feeling offended at said something. The three girls looked at him in confusion because of his sudden outburst.

"Alright… although I still feel like I got tricked somehow…" Ancestra chuckled nervously. She might not be able to sleep after being reminded of the fact that she's attending a school. It even sounds prestigious.

"What ever could you mean?" Haruka let out a mischievous giggle, the gap from her usually refined disposition peeking out a little. The three said their farewells and left Ancestra's room.

The female collapsed down onto her bed with a soft thud, her hands going to the back of her head. A pensive sigh escapes her lips. She looked at the wooden ceiling, smiling wryly to herself. The light hanging from it felt blinding. She was reminded of her name, meaning "bright one."

"Am I? That battle with Deb didn't exactly exhibit anything positive…" She mumbled to herself dejectedly, sighing again.

"Blood Manipulation, huh?" She phrased it like a question, hoping someone or something would answer her. At least just that one question. Ancestra closed her eyes, and Sinsear's blonde hair and crimson eyes. Boiling rage immediately injected itself into her body, the Rose pulverizing her heart and lungs in response. She hammered her forehead with her hand, the pain counteracting this rage she felt. She calmed down within moments.

"…that works." Ancestra chuckled with melancholy. She looked back on the past two weeks that have passed. Truth be told, she hasn't fully gotten over her parents' death, and this impulsive revenge she's decided to enact. Haruka's words when they had a back and forth was reminded to her, making her close her eyes again. As if she expected it, Sinsear's face popped up again, her bandaged arm swiping through the air to strike the vision her mind conjured. Her punch made a small shockwave into the air, as if it surpassed the sound barrier.

"Yeah. I can't lose focus. All of this will be meaningless if I did." Ancestra muttered to herself resolutely, before giving the hanging lantern a strong, sharp flick of wind that fizzles out the only source of light in her room.

"That's enough reminiscing. I have to look forward." She whispered again to herself for reminder, before tucking in and whispering good night to herself. The night was young, and so was she, but the things Ancestra experienced forcibly made her grow up. Thinking about what she'll do in school tomorrow, as well as what to expect, she fell asleep not even a minute after due to exhaustion.

In the Garden of the Brave, a special realm closed off and separated from space and time, a lone blonde woman of devilish assets sat gracefully in the porch of an onyx ivory gilded Victorian manor made of wood. Her long, gold sprinkled eyelashes fluttered against the gentle breeze watching over the souls that she has taken over the years she walked on soil. Drinking her own tea that she made, a dull pang resonated within her heart. Tracing her fingertips in a graceful manner, like ushering something gently to appear, an ever moving dark grey marble cube housing a dark sphere appeared from golden trails. Raising the floating cube in her hands, the squared sections that covered the dark sphere moved away from it in a diameter.

Streaks of dense lilac and ice cold blue was sucked in by the dark sphere, with the protective barriers of the sphere retracting back to it. The blonde woman gasped softly like a feather grazed her skin. It didn't feel ticklish. Rather, it felt like a lance pierced through her chest, giving her great pain. She breathed wishes, yet could not grant them for any other than herself.

"Sir Sora…" Her angelic voice put sirens to shame, with its bewitching, ephemeral tone and soft ministrations that tickled the ears of any person who heard it.

"I pray you not fall into the darkness… but must it be so, I pray that someone will save you. At the very least, enough to exact your revenge." She held her hands together and pressed them to her bountiful chest. Craning her head down, her thick blonde locks slip through her ears and cover the sides of her face. She prayed at the bottom of her heart.

Her greedy, unforgiving heart she prayed for the sake of others, while she cannot stop herself from taking anything and everything.

"Mmmmnnn…" Ancestra grumbled, the sun pushing through the window of her room and shining against her face. Her mind felt clear, until she remembered that she had school today.

"AH?!" Then she remembered, bolting upright from her bed. Her long raven hair was already messy by nature, but her bedhead made her look like an inversed color version of Deb. She got up from her bed, rubbing her eyes and stretching her body. She looked down on herself, cupping her breasts as if she still doesn't believe why it had this side effect. She sighed, annoyed that doing this jolted her awake in the way she least wanted.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Ancy? I'm coming in if you're not awake yet!" Haruka's voice greeted her ears from beyond her room, knocking just a little louder. Ancestra walked to the door to unlock it, with an eager foxgirl whose seven tails were wiggling from her back and swaying her kimono because of it. She had the same kimono on as she did yesterday, but she smelled particularly nice today. She had a paper bag tucked in her hands, which the girl suspected to be the uniform.

"Come in." Ancestra still felt reluctant, but it was more of embarrassment than anything. She stepped aside, with Haruka coming in and putting the paper bag on the table in the her room. Haruka pulled out a white polo, dark grey skirt, a black knee-length coat with a tall collar and gold hems, off-white thigh high leggings, matching black boots, and a red necktie. All in that order. The more she pulled out, the more Ancestra flared up in embarrassment. Except for the coat. That one was cool.

"I want to see how these will look on you~" Haruka chimed, seeming almost far too eager to dress up the unsuspecting little girl. She held two pieces of foreign, fluffy, pretty and cute clothing and neared Ancestra with a scary smile.

"W-what are those???" Ancestra backed off step by step, feeling intimidated by the small pieces of clothing.

"It's underwear, and you'll need these if you want to wear clothing in public~" Haruka's tone sent chills down Ancestra's spine.

"D-don't you have simpler ones??? T-those look expensive! I don't think those flowery designs will match me…" Ancestra pleaded for a lighter punishment.

"Nope~" was all Haruka said before freely admitting into harassing an underaged girl just to put laced floral lingerie on her adult looking body, unbefitting for a 14 year old child. Add the entire uniform to the mix as well. It took the foxgirl nothing more than a minute to pin the girl down and dress her up with the Academy's uniform. Ancestra was crying harder here than the time that she almost fantasized being harassed by Deb.

"Haaaah… haaaah…" By the time they were done, Ancestra was panting like a tired dog, slung over her bed with the uniform on. Haruka sighed, like she completed something she's always wanted to do to someone.

"Now I agree with Lia. Dressing someone else does make you feel great. Especially if it looks good on them!" Haruka giggled, peering over the gasping female looking like she was assaulted.

"I was… molested…" Ancestra breathed heavily, regaining her ground as she stood up and checked the uniform for herself with Haruka projecting a mirror from magic. She looked at herself dubiously, her messy raven hair not lining up with the clean uniform.

"Should we put your hair into braids?" Haruka thought to herself, Ancestra looking at her with horror and disbelief.

"Please don't…?" She pleaded, but felt hopeless.

"Pffffft." A regal male voice echoed from somewhere, supposedly from the mirror's general direction.

"Let's put your hair in braids~!" Haruka exclaimed, her hands wriggling disgustingly while advancing towards the poor girl.

"EEEEEEK!!!" Ancestra was then put in makeover hell.