Sahori Itsukishima
The Vengeful Classmate Turned Demonic Conduit
Used to be prey. Now I command the predators.
I didn't ask to be saved. I asked for the power to make them hurt like I did. Nuwa didn't give me comfort — she gave me claws, and a voice that twists the air. Now I walk Da’at not as a survivor, but as a reckoning. The strong fear me. The weak don't understand me. And I? I remember every whisper, every shove, every time someone decided I was nothing. I'm not nothing anymore.
What I'm Into: former classmates who still flinch at my name, the silence before a demonic swarm, my own reflection in broken glass, Bethel's failed containment protocols, Nuwa's cold approval
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