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Hiii Can I get a lil au where shuichi,rantaro, kokichi are all gods of some type of power (you can make up whatever power they have!!) and they have a priestess s/o who fell in love with them but then one day the men of the village decide to sacrifice her and they kill her but what’s the boys reaction to it?? (btw I love your work you guys are amazing!!)

Wow, that was very fun! I’m a sucker for fantasy rpg-like settings, so I’ve outdone myself this time. I didn’t make the guys exactly gods, I just gave them unusual powers. Hope you enjoy reading! I also hope the angst at the end hits you hard, but we’ll see.

Kokichi Ouma

He is the greatest magician the land had ever seen! Smoke bombs, pies, you name it and he has it. Sometimes he even likes to use cards to confuse his enemies. He’d been wandering for a really long time and certain rumors of his demon descent started to surround his strange way of fighting; Kokichi always won, after all.

After a while, hegot bored of his usual shenanigans and decided to try something he read in a book; he would pretend he’s hurt and reward the person who helps tend to his injuries. Except, Kokichi thought it would be better to give them somethingnegative they could think about. That’s how he earned his reputation and even more rumors circulated around his existence.

One day, a young priestess met the lying Kokichi and helped him, despite the rumors. He would deliver his punishment after she healed him, only to be burnt by the holy magic.

Kokichi was incredibly angry, but his fresh wounds wouldn’t let him act. The priestess backed away and ran; that was fairly unusual, he thought. What he didn’t expect was for the girl to come back, holding a few herbs.

“These will help with your burns,” she spoke confidently and Kokichi had no choice but to believe her in his current predicament. Lo and behold, it actually worked! Yet the priestess was long gone… or so it seemed.

She would visit regularly, ask how he was doing. In the end, what other choice did he have but to answer to her questions? He was very bored; their chats were pleasant. Kokichi might have slipped a bit of his life into their talks, but who cared? The priestess had stories of her own to tell too. Deep down, he just couldn’t believe someone had the courage to stand down and confront him like that.

Then she stopped coming. He waited and waited, but how much more could he wait? He headed to the nearby village; if only he could turn back time, why did curiosity curse him that way?

“Please, you’re mistaken! I’m not a witch!” The villagers did not listen. They could only hear the girl’s excuses, she was a demon, a demon in a human’s body!

Kokichi closed his eyes and heard her screams of terror. What good would it do to save her now? He’d outlive her anyway. He’d just have to forget her name, forget her stories and everything else. It was much easier than to deal with humans.

Her name was stuck in his mind, even centuries later.

Rantaro Amami

A skilled adventurer, who only roamed at night. His name was well known and he was often times hired as a mercenary. Rantaro didn’t care too much, he just wanted his pocket change.

One time he was hired to protect the priestess of a village. He can remember her well, even if he would’ve wished otherwise. She was always thinking of her people, it was all she would talk about. No matter how much Rantaro wished she would talk about something else, she had a retort for him, each and every single time. Then she would be quiet and stare out the window.

Rantaro never understood that side of her. Why care about some villagers so much? It seemed like they didn’t care much for her, what was the point? But of course, if he asked that he would probably get smacked.

The priestess took him by surprise one day; she asked about his travels.

“What kind of tale do you want to hear?”

“A sorrowful tale.”

He was even more surprised, but he had plenty of those. Night after night, she would ask for a new one, until he actually ran out.

“I see. Then what about tales of happiness? I’m curious, do they outnumber your sorrowful ones?”

Rantaro was curious of that as well and another batch of countless nights had passed.

The church warned the priestess; she was rumored to have become attached to the demon who was guarding her. It was no secret that Rantaro was a being of the night who vanished at dawn and once the villagers found out, they were outraged.

He was worried; what would become of the priestess? “We should discuss a plan, there’s no time for tales tonight.”

“What are you talking about? There’s always time for tales. Now sit down, you were in the middle of one.”

She never let him speak of the current state of affairs. Did she love her people that much? Did she already know what would happen?

When the people announced her execution date, Rantaro was deeply upset. What did she do to deserve that? Yet she kept asking for happy tales, as if it wasn’t real. Just what was going on in her mind? How much he would give to have the answers.

He thought up a plan and carried it out the next night. The village was no more, the priestess was safe. But the cold eyes she had given him as she took her own life… What was the point of all those tales?

Shuichi Saihara

There was not a single person in the kingdom that didn’t know the name of the legendary hero himself, but there might have been some who didn’t know of his companion, the priestess.

They lived in the same village since they were born. At first, their friendship was a little shaky since the priestess cried a lot for no reason, but some time passed and they were inseparable. As they grew, friendship turned into something more.

When word came out that Shuichi was the legendary hero, plans for his journey had been made. He didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, but as much as he tried, the villagers would not be convinced. In the end, the priestess decided to join him: “My healing powers shall prove useful to you!”

And so, their adventure began. At first, it was just restoring peace in villages invaded by demons, but slowly it had turned into an all out war with the forces ofdarkness. It was getting more and more stressful by the day and Shuichi didn’tknow how he could handle such a grand scale battle.

“Me, a legendary hero…? Who thought up something so foolish?”

The priestess noticed his ever growing doubts; it was time for her healing powers! She didn’t join him for nothing after all.

“Ever since we were little, you’ve always been a hero. To me, to the villagers… You just don’t realize it. Should I show it to you?”

By the bonfire under the moonlight, she would retell tales of his good deeds. Had it really been that long a journey? But it was pleasant to bask in his priestess’ healing, so he stopped thinking about it.

“When you have doubts like these, please let me carry them as well. We’ll finish the demons together!”

And with a kiss, they made a promise.

Soon enough, the demon forces were defeated. It was time for the two of them to go home and finally be happy together, but the villagers had something else in mind.

“It’s the legendary priestess! We must sacrifice her so we can be happy!”

Shuichi was shaken to his core, but there was no time to feel despairful. His priestess had only a few days left to live, all because of… what? Some false superstition? Yet the decision remained firm, nothing could convince the villagers. The priestess was pure therefore she would make a great sacrifice.

She kept him sane until her last moments. She hadn’t cried in so long, yet when they killed her, she cried so loudly it would haunt Shuichi’s nightmares until the day he died.

He was a legendary hero no more.

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