I'm not sure about when to make Tanaka's backstory on earth. Will it be necessary? Emm, it can be discarded but I'd rather not.
Actually I will not discard it since it's up to me lol.
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During his elementary and middle school years, Tanaka's life had never followed the usual rhythm of childhood. While other kids ran through hallways and gossiped during recess, his footsteps rarely echoed in a classroom. Illness, isolation, or perhaps simply circumstance—whatever the reason, Tanaka had been homeschooled for most of his youth, only appearing at school for exams like a ghost stepping briefly into the world before fading away again.
But when he turned sixteen, everything changed. His family decided it was time for him to live a "normal" life—at least, as normal as one could expect for someone like him. And so, he enrolled at Nada High School, one of Japan's most prestigious institutions.
The goal was clear: graduate at the top of his class, enter one of the best universities in the world, all in hopes of reaching his goal.
He did manage to get the highest score during in the entrance exam and even during maintain perfect hundreds during the year.
His classmates approached him often, eager to befriend the school's mysterious prodigy. They invited him to basketball matches, karaoke nights, and weekend hangouts. Each time, Tanaka gave the same curt reply:
"I'm busy. I don't have time to waste."
Rumors started spreading. He was the "arrogant genius," the guy who thought everyone else was beneath him. Even when a girl from his class gathered the courage to confess, Tanaka had looked at her blankly and asked, "Who are you?"
They were in the same class.
By the next day, the entire school was talking about it. Whispers turned into laughter. Laughter turned into snide comments, pranks, and subtle acts of bullying. Tanaka didn't react. He didn't even notice.
That was how things stood until one afternoon, when another girl asked him to meet her on the rooftop after class.
He arrived exactly on time, as always. She was already waiting—short brown hair, clear eyes, fidgeting nervously with her fingers.
"I like you," she blurted out.
"I'm Takehana Ito, from class B."
"Why are you asking me out? This is the first time we've spoken."
"Ah, it's because I lost a bet."
"Come again?"
"You're the arrogant student who thinks he's better than everyone because you get perfect scores, right?"
"Huh?" Tanaka's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Sorry," she said, waving her hands. "It's just, my friends made me confess to a boy, and I figured you'd reject me anyway, so—"
"Wait a second? Who is making up all these rumors? I never said that I was better than others."
"Well, whenever people invite you to hang out, you tell them you 'don't want to waste time.'"
"Because it's true. I have work after school—I can't waste time."
"Work? Like a part-time job?"
"No, I have a lot readings and studies unrelated to school back home."
"Really? Then what about that girl that confessed to you, she is in the same class but you didn't even know her name."
"Because I never spoke to her before. I am busy most of the time after school so when in the world will I find time for a relationship."
Takehana stared at him for a long moment, and then laughed. Not mockingly—more like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Tanaka tilted his head. "What is it now?"
"You do realize everyone thinks you're stuck-up, right? That's why some people pick on you."
"Pick on me?"
"You didn't notice?"
He shook his head sincerely.
Takehana burst out laughing again. "Unbelievable. You really had no idea."
For her, this was a once-in-a-lifetime discovery—Such a rare creature.
"I'm sorry," she said at last, calming down. "You can forget about that confession part."
"That would be difficult," Tanaka said thoughtfully. "You've given me some rather shocking revelations."
She snorted. "What's with the formal tone? That's not the point!"
Then, with an amused smile, she extended her hand toward him. "Let's be friends. I'll introduce myself again—my name is Takehana Ito. You better not forget it."
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His mind went blank. Only a single thought pulsed in the chaos of his head, echoing endlessly.
Why was Hana here?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Each repetition struck like a hammer, beating into his skull until it became unbearable.She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be in this world. Not in this cursed place. Not anywhere near him.
She was the one person he wanted farthest from him—
He wanted to protect from everything.
The ache in his chest spread like wildfire. He wanted to reach her, to touch her, to make sure she was real.He loved her. He missed her. He wanted to protect her.
He kept contradicting himself.
Then—
"So this is the woman you like?" Regulus's mocking voice slithered into the room, cutting through Tanaka's daze. "That black hair is certainly unique. None of my wives have it."
The words clawed at his sanity.
Tanaka's expression hardened. His jaw clenched. The air around him seemed to crack.He lurched forward in fury, every muscle screaming for release—only for his advance to be stopped short. The iron chains snapped taut, biting deep into his wrists until blood dripped to the floor.
He could feel his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. His vision tunneled. He knew this anger—pure, unfiltered, alive. But even through the haze, a small, clear thought remained: Get her out.
Regulus chuckled. "Oh? You're shaking. After all that smugness? Have I struck a nerve?"
Tanaka stopped struggling. His breathing slowed. His head lowered slightly, shadowing his eyes.
Then, softly—at first almost inaudibly—he began to murmur.
The words were fragmented, unnatural—strings of numbers, syllables that twisted the air as they left his lips.
"Have you finally lost it?" Regulus asked, amusement fading into confusion.
The ground trembled. A low rumble spread through the room. Dust rained from the ceiling.
"What the hell is going on?" Regulus barked, glancing around.
But Tanaka didn't stop. His voice grew louder, faster—an unfathomable chant, building upon itself, overlapping in layers of sound. His eyes glowed faintly as blood trickled down from his nose, then his mouth, then from the corners of his eyes.
The tremors intensified. The very walls groaned, cracks snaking through the stone as the cell shook violently. Shards of debris fell, and the ceiling began to cave in, splitting open to reveal a blinding shaft of sunlight.
Amid the chaos, Regulus's body began to shimmer, his outline glowing faintly with an eerie purple hue.
"What are you… exactly do—"
The words never finished.
Tanaka screamed—a guttural, blood-soaked roar that tore through his throat. Through the pain, through the suffocating ache of mana depletion, he forced the chant out of his lungs like a dying beast.
His bare foot slammed against the ground with explosive force. "DONA!"
The sound cracked the air like thunder .An instant later, the stone beneath Regulus erupted. A massive pillar of rock surged upward at blinding speed, engulfing him completely before launching him through the fractured ceiling like a cannon shot.
A shockwave rippled through the collapsing cell. Dust, stone, and sunlight mixed into a chaotic swirl as Regulus disappeared into the blinding sky—his body vanishing like a streak of violet light.
Tanaka fell to one knee, coughing blood—thick, dark, and unrelenting. Each breath came ragged and shallow.
"Hu…""…ma…"
Barely a whisper left his lips, yet the remnants of his will took form. A faint pulse of mana spread outward, and the chains binding him shattered into a cascade of glowing fragments.
He slumped forward, barely conscious. His mind clawed through the fog of exhaustion, holding onto a single coherent thought.
There were two reasons he had never attempted escape before.
The first—he couldn't risk it. Not while those poor girls remained hostages to Greed's insanity. A single wrong move and their lives would be snuffed out in an instant.
The second—and the truest—was far simpler. He had almost no mana left. No spirits came to his call anymore.
Which most likely meant the presence of a barrier that prevented minor spirits from accessing this place.
If he tried to escape, he would have collapsed long before reaching the surface.
But now—none of that mattered.
"Get… up," he growled, blood spilling from his lips.
He pressed his palms against the cracked stone floor, his arms trembling violently. Every muscle screamed in agony. His vision flickered between light and shadow.
"Get up…" His voice wavered. "Get up. You gotta get up. If you can't get up, then... Die!"
With sheer defiance, he forced himself upright. His body swayed unsteadily, blood streaming from his eyes, blurring everything into a crimson haze. His breathing was shallow, but his spirit burned with relentless fury—refusing to yield even as his body crumbled.
He blinked through the haze, wiping the blood from his face with a trembling hand. When his eyes cleared enough to see, he found two figures frozen in place before him. Both were staring at him in disbelief—yet his gaze locked onto only one.
Takehana Ito.
For a moment, time itself seemed to fracture.His vision blurred again—not from blood this time, but from tears he hadn't realized were falling.
He wasn't supposed to cry.He had been deprived of that right long ago.Loneliness had been his companion for so long that emotion had dulled into habitless silence.But seeing her—here—shattered every wall he had built.
"Damn it…" he muttered, the word breaking somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
He missed her—so much it hurt.It was selfish to feel joy in a place like this, with death hanging over them both, but no logic could suppress what he felt.
With unsteady steps, Tanaka stumbled forward, closing the distance between them. His bloodstained hands found her shoulders, gripping them as if to confirm she was real.
"Are you serious right now? How the hell did you find me?" His voice cracked under disbelief.
It was absurd.
His arrival in this world had been an accident, according to Odglass. Subaru was summoned by Satella.
But Hana?
How could she be here?
He shook his head sharply and seized her hands, grounding himself in the present. "We don't have time. That probably won't kill him—but it'll buy us a few minutes at most."
There was no room for questions.
No time to process what happened.
They had to move.
Tanaka turned toward Sylphy, who still stood frozen—her eyes wide, her mind struggling to make sense of the devastation that had just unfolded.
He staggered, clutching at the wall to steady himself. "That attack won't kill him. My mana's almost gone—I can't fight in this state. I need to get outside, where I can get in contact with spirits."
His legs trembled violently, but he forced them to move. Every breath was a battle, every heartbeat a reminder that he was still alive—and that meant he could still protect her.
Sylphy didn't move. She looked terrified, uncertain, like a cornered animal. Her lips parted but no words came.
Of course she didn't trust him— Regulus was a monster and Tanaka here is barely standing.
He clenched his teeth and said, voice firm but soft, "I'll come back. Just hide… and don't die."
Without waiting for an answer, Tanaka tightened his grip on Hana's hand and pulled her forward, forcing his body into motion.
The two of them burst out of the cell and into the ruined corridor, their footsteps echoing against broken stone as they ascended the crumbling staircase.
"It's been four years," he said between ragged breaths, his tone a mix of disbelief and strained laughter. "You couldn't find me when I moved to another city, but somehow you managed to track me down in a parallel world?"
Hana shot back, breathless but defiant, "You're the one who left all by yourself!"
"Are you even listening? Always setting things at your own pace… You never change."
Her voice echoed faintly behind him as they raced down the fractured hallways of the mansion.
When they finally reached the ground floor, the air hit different—cold, damp, heavy with the scent of rain and decay. Through the splintered entranceway, a gate and a wild overgrown garden shimmered in the pale light of dusk.
Tanaka's knees buckled without warning. The strength in his legs—what little he'd forced out of sheer stubbornness—vanished in an instant. He hit the ground hard, his palms slapping against the cracked tiles. His body refused to move another inch.
On their way out, they had passed several of Regulus's wives—pale, silent specters draped in white, staring blankly as the pair stumbled past. None spoke. None moved to stop them. It was as if fear itself had paralyzed them.
"Where are we going now?" Hana's voice trembled, her breathing quick and shallow.
"Anywhere outside this castle," he rasped, forcing the words out between ragged breaths. "I just… need to get out."
The world swayed before his eyes. Every attempt to stand only sent his vision spinning, his knees giving out again and again. Gritting his teeth, he leaned on her for balance, his hand gripping her shoulder for support.
"Hana," he muttered, "help me up. We just need to cross that gate…"
"Why? Can't we just do it here?" she asked softly.
"What are you—"
He turned his head toward her, mid-sentence—and froze. His mind short-circuited.
The girl standing beside him was not Hana.
Short golden hair cascaded down her back, gleaming unnaturally in the half-light. Her eyes, bright crimson, shimmered with malicious amusement. Her outfit was far too revealing, her posture far too casual for someone who'd just fled for her life.
She smiled sweetly, tilting her head with mock affection. "What's wrong? Has my beauty rendered you speechless?"
His breath caught. "Who the hell are you? Where's Hana?"
Her lips curled into a cruel grin before a soft, mocking laugh escaped her throat. "Hahahaha! You still haven't realized? That cluelessness—so pure, so pathetic—is proof enough of what a moron you are."
Then, with an exaggerated bow, she said, "I'm the sin archbishop in the witch cult representing lust, Capella Emerada Lugunica."
As she spoke, her hand reached to her face—and peeled it away like skin made of wax. Beneath it, Hana's features stared back at him. Her smile. Her eyes. Her warmth.
"I can transform into any girl you desire," she purred, her tone dripping with venomous amusement. "Just for you."
Tanaka's voice broke into a growl. "You piece of shit… Where is she? Where the hell did you see Hana?"
Capella tilted her head and giggled, her crimson eyes glinting with cruelty. "Hana? I've never seen her. Never even heard the name."
Something inside him cracked—the last thread of hope that had kept him moving.
His hands trembled. The strength bled out of his limbs, his vision dimming as despair swallowed him whole. He dropped to his knees again, his palms hitting the cold ground.
Until now, he had been running on pure willpower—the stubborn, desperate drive to protect the girl he loved. But now that illusion had been ripped from him. There was no one to protect. No one to save.
It had all been a lie.
Bam
A violent crash shattered the stillness.The garden floor quaked as a massive impact struck—earth splintering, stone uprooting, a shockwave of dust and debris surging outward like a rolling tide.
From within the dust, a voice thundered—cold, arrogant, dripping with self-righteousness."Don't misunderstand, you worthless scum."
Before Tanaka could even register the sound, something invisible tore through the haze—a clean hole burst open in his chest.
He staggered backward, breath catching in his throat. Then it hit him—the unbearable, searing pain.
It felt as though his lungs had been filled with fire and then crushed in a single motion. Each gasp clawed for air that would not come.
With a single, echoing step, the dust dispersed—and there he was.Regulus Corneas.Pristine white suit untouched, silver hair immaculate, his expression warped with arrogance.
"I have been indulging you out of the generosity and patience of my heart," Regulus declared, his tone dripping with venomous composure. "But even someone as kind as me has limits, you see!"
Capella's sharp voice cut through his monologue. "Oi! Can't you see I was in the middle of something?"
Regulus barely glanced her way. "I couldn't care less about your vulgar acts, you wretched woman. He attacked me first, and I responded—as is my right. Take him and leave. You're defiling my home with your presence."
"Tch…" Capella clicked her tongue, eyes narrowing in irritation.
Tanaka's body twitched weakly on the cold ground. His vision blurred, his breath came in short, wet gasps. Even as his life was being drained from him, his lips moved, forming faint words.
"Tha—nk… G—od…"
He was… smiling.
Thank God.This could've been worse.
Thank god that it's just him who got deceived.
Thank God Hana wasn't truly here.
His thoughts flickered like dying embers, yet he clung to that tiny flame of relief.
Capella crouched beside him, her crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity and twisted delight. "Hello there? No response? Or do you prefer the other me?"
He ignored her. He knew better. The Sin Archbishops are the vilest beings to exist.
He refused to give her the satisfaction. His thoughts drifted toward the next loop.
Her provocation did not matter. In seconds, he'd die. And next time… he'd make sure this mistake never repeated.
Capella frowned, tapping her cheek. "Oh dear, you really look like you're about to die. Oh well. I'll do what I came for anyway."
She bit into her wrist, fangs piercing skin, and let her blood spill freely onto his chest.
But instead of soaking into his wounds, the blood sizzled and evaporated instantly, releasing a faint hiss and the scent of burnt iron.
Her eyes widened in disbelief—then lit up with wild, manic excitement. "Huh?!"
"Wait—seriously?! Hahahaha! Unbelievable!"
Her laughter rang through the garden like broken glass. "A noble? No, even that doesn't fit! Royalty, maybe? Oh, this is jackpot! What a coincidence!"
She pressed a bloodied hand to her cheek, giggling uncontrollably. "Could it be we're siblings? Forbidden love, perhaps? Ah, my dear onii-chan~ come here, kiss me, hold me, make me yours!"
A deafening blast followed. Capella's left arm exploded in a mist of blood and bone.
Regulus's voice cut through her laughter like a blade. "Didn't you hear what I said? Take him and scram. We'll cross paths soon enough. Don't overstay your welcome."
Capella barely reacted. Her excitement only deepened, her pupils dilating as she stared at the blood refusing to bond with Tanaka's body. "Don't worry! You'll not die from this," she whispered, trembling with delight. "That I promise. Ahahahahaha!"
Blood poured from her open wound, spattering over Tanaka's chest. The contact made his body convulse in agony—his veins burned, his flesh crawled, and a scream tore out of his throat, raw and animalistic.
Capella's form twisted and expanded, scales bursting from her skin as her body transformed into a massive, winged dragon. She grasped Tanaka's limp form in one clawed leg, an open wound there that did not regenerate, still dripping onto him, and with a powerful flap of her wings—
—the two soared into the sky.
Tanaka's scream echoed across the heavens, sharp enough to tear through the clouds."Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"