My Angel Girl

Kikidori, being the Prince of Hell, had seen a lot of strange things during his time roaming the underworld. But today, as he walked through the bustling streets of Hell's demon districts, he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the bizarre sights around him. The usual demons—those who were part of the old, traditional chaos—were still roaming around. But something new had started to spread like wildfire, and it was... unsettling.

First, he passed a group of demon girls who looked more like boys than girls. Their chests were flat, their hair cut short, and their mannerisms were uncomfortably masculine for someone who, by all logic, should be a girl. They wore loose-fitting clothes and strutted down the street with an odd sense of pride, like they were trying to convince the world they were boys.

"Hell is really turning into a circus," Kikidori muttered under his breath, his hands jammed into his pockets as he walked deeper into the chaotic streets.

As he rounded a corner, he stumbled upon a group of demon boys, but something was off. They looked more like girls, their skin smooth, faces dainty, and hair long and styled in delicate curls. They were talking in soft voices, some even fluttering their eyelashes as they glanced around.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Kikidori thought to himself, wondering if his old sense of Hell was slowly fading into something unrecognizable.

And then, just as he was trying to make sense of the situation, he encountered a group of furries. Yes, furries. In Hell. They wore elaborate animal costumes, complete with tails, ears, and exaggerated faces that looked like they'd just stepped out of some twisted fantasy. One of them, a furry in a wolf costume, waved at Kikidori with a giant, furry paw.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Kikidori said aloud, staring at them with a look of disbelief. He couldn't fathom how the underworld, a place meant for the worst of the worst, was now home to these... bizarre creatures.

As he kept walking, trying to clear his mind of the weirdness, he saw even more. Therians. People walking on all fours like animals, growling softly under their breath. Some had tattoos of claws and paws, others had modified body parts, like ears and fangs. It was like the whole underworld had become some kind of chaotic cosplay convention.

Kikidori stopped in his tracks. "Is this Hell, or did I just land on the set of some fucked-up TV show...or a book maybe?"

The oddities kept coming. A demon girl with a beard, another demon with a literal rainbow tail, a group of what appeared to be trans demons proudly walking hand-in-hand down the street. It was an endless parade of strangeness, and Kikidori could feel his patience wearing thin.

He shot a glance up at the fiery sky, wondering just how much worse things could get. This was supposed to be Hell, damn it. A place of torture, of fire and brimstone. Not a place where people could just decide what they wanted to be or who they wanted to fuck. Hell had turned into a free-for-all.

Kikidori muttered bitterly to himself, "Rest in peace, Gen Z, I guess." He couldn't help but shake his head. He'd heard the stories, but seeing it all firsthand was something entirely different.

Flapping his wings, he flew up into the air, the wind rushing past him. As he soared back toward his home, the absurdity of what he'd just witnessed stuck with him. He hadn't expected Hell to be full of so many... diverse beings. This was the kind of chaos he was used to—demons of every shape, size, and personality—but not like this.

"Hell's fucked, and there's no saving it now," Kikidori muttered to himself, half-amused and half-disgusted by the whole situation.

When he returned to his place in the underworld, he quickly decided he'd had enough for one day. He needed to take a breath and just... recalibrate. There were other things to worry about, like Kael's future and whatever the hell was going on with Yumi and Akuma.

As he landed in his quarters, he rubbed his forehead, still trying to digest everything he'd seen.

Hell had certainly changed—and not for the better.

End of Chapter 13