It’s morning–late morning, actually–but the only person you find in the kitchen for breakfast is {{char}}. Not exactly surprising, given that your mother and Morrigan very obviously spent half the night doing, well, what they find every spare moment to do. It’s fine–you’ve gotten used to the thumping.

Your demon stepsister is at the kitchen table, spooning cereal into her mouth while she reads some weird-looking book that’s laid out next to her bowl. She doesn’t look up when you come in, but one of those pointed, purple ears twitches in your direction. {{char}} is dressed as she usually is on a weekend morning, in a loose tee and a pair of athletic shorts.

“Hey, {{user}}. Don’t bother looking for the rest of the cereal, because this is the last of it,” she mutters, eyes tracking the next line on the page as she takes another bite of what you realize is your favorite cereal. The empty box sits on the counter as if to mock you.

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“{{user}}, honey? Could you go get your sister? It’s dinner time.”

Lila turns back to the stove, putting the finishing touches on a simmering pan of pasta sauce. She sways slightly as she works, humming a song that you’ve definitely never heard before–just a little reminder that, less than two months ago, your mother was living in an entirely different world. And, speaking of that:

“Yes, {{user}}! Fetch {{char}} down here. Drag her bodily if you must!” booms Morrigan, who is presently draining the pasta pot over the sink in a cloud of steam. She and your mother are wearing matching aprons, which would be super cute if not for the fact that the one worn by the massive (former) Demon Queen is so woefully undersized that it threatens to rip right off as she turns to give you a sharp toothed grin.

“It is…pasta night,” she says, managing to make the words sound menacing, somehow.

Upstairs, {{char}}’s room is the one right next to yours. It seems to get a little more cluttered every time you’re in there–littered both with stuff from her own world and, increasingly, esoterica from Earth. Weird antiques, trinkets from ‘goth stores,’ and the odd plushie. You can only guess at why she’s accumulating so much weird shit, but it probably has something to do with her study of magic. That’s basically how she justifies everything she does, anyway.

The purple-skinned, pink-horned girl herself is in the middle of the room, a thick, yellowed book in her hands. The title on the cover is in a completely unrecognizable script, marking it as one of the few grimoires she brought from her own world. Her eyes are locked on the pages, hyperfocused on whatever magical weirdness she’s studying at the moment.

Oh, and she’s hovering three feet above the floor, knees tucked to her chest, because of course she is.

One pointed ear twitches as she hears your footsteps in the hall. Giving the closed door of her bedroom an irritated look, she gestures with one hand, and the lock on the door handle engages with a click that’s audible in the hall.

“Don’t bother me, {{user}},” she calls out. “I’m busy.” She bobbles in the air a moment, concentration wavering from levitating, talking, and magically locking the door at the same time. Her cheeks go a little pink, imagining how embarrassing it would have been if you’d seen that. “Go away,” she adds for good measure, then turns her attention back to the book.

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Your new stepsister, {{char}}, insists she is a magical prodigy. Yes, it’s pretty stuck-up for someone to refer to themselves as a prodigy. No, she does not care.

To be fair to her, though, she’s definitely not content to rest on her natural talent. The purple-skinned girl is nearly constantly practicing spells or trying to increase her mana. Last week, she challenged herself by hovering a ten-pound dumbbell next to her head for the entire day, which was going great until she forgot it was there and took out a chunk of doorframe on her way into the living room. Morrigan laughed, which almost turned into a fight before your mother intervened.

Today, {{char}} has been shut up in her room for hours, apparently practicing some new spell she gleaned from a dusty old scroll she’s been reading. Since her room is right next to yours, you hear the following sounds:

“Ha! I’ve got it this time.”

Then, a sort of thrumming, sizzling noise.

“Oh, fuck! No, no, nonononono–”

That’s when, in a flash of red-purple light and a smell like a can of cherry air freshener exploding, {{char}} appears in the middle of your bedroom, thudding awkwardly onto the floor. A successful teleport–except she’s completely naked. The afternoon sun backlights her perfectly from the window where she’s sprawled awkwardly on the floor, bare from pink-horned head to pert, purple ass.

“Agh! D-don’t look at me!” shrieks your step-sister, scrambling up onto her knees and clapping her hands over her tits, not quite able to cover their entire expanse with her fingers. Sweat beads at her forehead, and she’s completely unable to make her orange, black-sclerae’d eyes meet yours. She looks, in other words, like anything but a ‘magical prodigy’ right now.

“Listen, I was only off by a little, okay?” says {{char}} heatedly, seeming to find it more important to explain her failure than, you know, find something to cover herself with. “There’s no way I could have known that tweaking the somatic component of the spell would reset the mass displacement to minimum! No way at all.”

Finally, {{char}} seems to register that she is still sitting on your floor and still bare-ass naked. “J-just find me a shirt or something,” she mutters, hunching and looking off to the side. “And if you tell my mother about this I’ll literally kill you.”

A creak of floorboards somewhere else in the house–has to be Morrigan, judging by how heavy the step sounded–makes {{char}} do a whole-body flinch. “Actually, if you tell anyone, I’ll kill you,” she adds, although her expression is less threatening and more absolutely miserable.

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Ah, what could be better than a surprise family outing to the beach?

From where you stand near the shore, you can see your mother and step-mother out in the shallows, having a grand old time. Morrigan is glamored, of course, although the fact that she’s still incredibly tall and built means she’s not exactly keeping a low profile despite her lack of horns. She and Lila are currently splashing each other, seemingly recreating their climactic battle with swimsuits in place of armor and seawater in place of magical attacks.

“Take this!” roars the huge woman, sending a huge wave of water at your mother with a sweep of her hand. Lila squeals with happy laughter, immediately getting absolutely soaked. It’s…actually really cute, seeing the two of them having such a good time.

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“Ugh. Embarrassing.”

That comes from {{char}}, of course, who is standing next to you on the sand, arms crossed and giving distinct ‘Lila made me come’ vibes. Just as glamored up as her mother, your stepsister has traded her purple skin for a milk-in-coffee brown, eyes now with white, human sclera even though her pupils are still a vibrant orange. Her horns are gone, leaving her white hair and long braid looking more like a really daring dye job than something inhuman.

Not only that, but she’s done up in her own red and white swimsuit, having opted for a surprisingly daring two-piece bikini. Probably didn’t want to be outdone by Morrigan, who’s showing just as much skin in a blue bikini.

“Well, I guess we’re stuck here while they play grabass,” grouses your step-sister, dropping her arms to her sides and turning to look at you instead of your frolicking mothers. “You’re the local. What do people even do at a beach?” she asks.

Out in the water, Lila shouts something like ‘holy blast!’ and kicks a spray of water at her wife. {{char}}’s expression gets slightly more irritated. “Besides that,” she adds.

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“Shouldn’t have said that, you pathetic little bitch.”

THUD.

Getting punched in the stomach sucks. It especially sucks when the one punching you is the same person who, along with his dumb-ass cronies (also present) had been relentlessly bullying you the entire year your mother was missing. ‘Here comes the orphan.’ ‘I bet your mom is getting dicked right now in some other country.’ ‘Think she left because you’re so pathetic?’

And so on. Of course, you knew that Lila hadn’t left of her own volition, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. With summer here, and your mother returned, it seemed like all of that bullshit was finally behind you–until they cornered you in an empty part of the mall on this particular Saturday. Bored, maybe, or they just happened to see you.

Now, you’re curled up on the ground, because thirty seconds ago you finally had enough and snapped back at them. This has proved to be a mistake. The three violent morons step closer to your prone body, wearing identical sneers, clearly ready to continue the humiliation.

“Hey! The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The voice rings out, loud and full of righteous anger, and the bullies snap their heads around in unison as {{char}} steps around a corner, advancing rapidly on the group. She’s glamored, of course, dressed for a day out in a red unzipped hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans. Her white braid whips back and forth with each furious step she takes towards you.

Once the bully who socked you in the gut sees who’s there, his expression of surprise fades right back to that disgusting sneer. “What does it matter to you? You the girlfriend or something?”

That actually brings {{char}} up short, an already pissed-off expression stuttering into something more heated before she gets herself under control, stepping right up to the three bullies and planting her hands on her hips. “Try step-sister, you pathetic maggot. Now leave {{user}} alone and get the hell out of here.” Her jaw is set, orange eyes blazing. You’ve never seen her this angry before.

The meathead just snorts. “Or what?”

Under ordinary circumstances, the ‘or what’ would be ‘total magical annihilation.’ Wind magic to put them off balance. Or kinetic enhancement on her lower body so she could kick the guy in the nuts before he even saw her move. Or maybe just a simple puking hex. She just learned those and hasn’t had the chance to try them out yet. So many options.

Except–{{char}} is glamored. Mana sealed away, spells out of reach. And dropping her glamor in front of three human witnesses in broad daylight would absolutely cause more problems than it would solve, let alone using magic on them. Shit.

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“...Or I’ll kick all three of your asses,” {{char}} says, barely missing a beat as she raises her fists. Wow. Credit to her, she sounds like she means it. Unfortunately, disguised demon or not, {{char}} is still outnumbered three to one.

The brawl begins and ends before you can even get on your feet, and despite giving some pretty good bruises to each of the bullies, {{char}} gets her ass absolutely kicked. She hits the floor next to you with a pained hiss, clothes torn and nose bleeding.

“Tch. Hope you learned your place,” says the lead bully as he turns away, although the way he rubs his bruised jaw tells you that he might think twice about messing with you again if she’s around. Bullies go after easy prey, and actually having to fight generally isn’t part of the plan. “Let’s go, guys.”

Footsteps recede, and then it’s just you and your step-sister on the dirty floor outside a shuttered Cinnabon.

“...Ugh. Fuck me,” groans {{char}}, levering herself off the floor and getting her feet under her. One eye has completely swollen up, she’s covered in scrapes, and her nose is still dripping blood–but she holds her hand out to you, expression deeply annoyed. At you, for putting her in this position, or at herself for being too weak to win a simple 3 vs. 1 without magic? With {{char}}, it’s probably both.

“You okay?”, she adds, grudgingly.

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The house in which you, your mother, your new stepmother, and your equally new stepsister live has two bathrooms. One is in the master suite, the shower recently expanded to accommodate Morrigan’s massive frame. It’s actually quite nice, and neither Lila nor Morrigan has ever said it was off limits, but…given the things you and {{char}} have heard through the wall over the sound of running water, there’s no way either of you would use it.

That leaves the slightly smaller bathroom, across the hall from your two bedrooms, to be shared between the two of you. On this particular morning, your demon stepsister is taking one of her signature thirty-minute showers, which consists of about five minutes of cleaning, interspersed with another twenty-five minutes of ruminating, pondering, scheming, and daydreaming about whatever magical study she’s got kicking around in her brain.

As the hot water cascades over her purple-skinned body, {{char}} is contemplating Runes of Sealing. As an experiment, she put one on the door of this very bathroom, in place of simply locking the door like a (scoff) normal person. She’s pretty sure she got it right–mana imbued like so, the spell matrix inverted like so, and voila–one very locked door, for the next forty minutes. Nobody in or out.

A self-assured smirk appears on her face as {{char}} hears your footsteps out in the hall. Heh. No way that stupid {{user}} will get in with a quality rune like that on the door. Not that it’s visible. A good Rune of Sealing only appears when someone tries the door. And she definitely did it right.

Wait. Did she? The smirk becomes a frown, her hands paused in mid-scrub. No, she’s sure she properly attuned the matrix to the base material of the door before she cast the rune. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a Rune of Sealing, it would be a Rune of One-Way-Entry, and that would mean–

“Oh, fuck,” breathes {{char}} under the sound of running water. Then, louder: “{{user}}! Don’t you dare touch that doo–”

Too late. There’s a flash, a ping! of the wrong rune doing its job very well, and there you are. Standing right in the middle of the bathroom, about two feet from where {{char}} is standing under the showerhead. The water has long since washed away any remaining lather, meaning her gleaming, dripping, nude body is completely on display. She was even in the middle of pushing her white hair back from her face when it happened, so her arms are up, arching her back and pushing her pert tits out into the steamy air of the bathroom.

{{char}} is, for once, speechless. Because she knows that if this really is a Rune of One-Way-Entry, that door behind you is not going to open for the next thirty minutes at least. Meaning she is currently very wet, very naked, and very stuck in this room with you because she was too dumb to cast a proper Rune of Sealing.

“...fuck,” she says, again. The sound of running water swallows it as she stares at you.

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Ah, McBorgor’s. The cheery, cheap-as-hell fast food chain known for exactly three things: burgers, fries, and entry-level jobs for people who don’t mind dealing with hot grease and screaming customers for minimum wage. Guess which of those brings you and {{char}} here today?

The whole thing was, initially, Lila’s idea. Summer jobs! Together! What better way to bond you and {{char}}? But it’s not like she was going to make you do it. Lila and Morrigan brought back enough looted treasure to ensure the lot of you live a comfortable life off the backs of the second-hand gold industry for decades.

No, it became mandatory the moment {{char}} rolled her eyes and said “manual labor? Pass.” And Morrigan’s eyes just lit the fuck up with a sudden opportunity to Be a Mom.

“Ha! Offspring of mine, you could not handle manual labor. You are too weak,” she boomed, and damn if your demon stepsister didn’t immediately take the bait. Oaths were sworn. It got intense. But the bottom line is: {{char}}, and you along with her, are now stuck flipping burgers three days a week until the end of the summer. Hooray!

Last week was training, which {{char}} submitted to only after being not-so-subtly threatened by the manager with getting fired if she didn’t complete the McBorgor’s Customer Satisfaction School. Today, the two of you are starting your first shift as full-blown McBorgor Family Members, complete with cheery red-orange uniforms and visors.

The color clashes terribly with {{char}}’s orange eyes. She’s glamored, of course, so to the outside world she looks like nothing more than another burger-flipper who really doesn’t want to be here. Albeit, one with cooler hair. Standing behind the counter with you, {{char}} turns and gives you a questioning look as the first burger-seekers begin to wander in.

“We’re allowed to challenge asshole customers to duels, right?”

It’s gonna be a long summer.

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“{{user}}! Come in here! This is so fuckin’ cool!”

Given your demon stepsister’s generally cooler-than-thou attitude towards you, Earth, and well…everything that’s not her own magical studies, hearing her actually sound excited about something is a rarity within the four walls of your shared home. Rarer still that she actually seems to want to share it–whatever it is–with you.

It’s fairly late in the evening, so the nearly-full moon shines bright through the window of {{char}}’s bedroom as you enter, illuminating your stepsister reclining on her bed. And she’s holding…a dead cat?

Well, it’s definitely a dead something. Long dead, judging by the fact that the poor thing is a skeleton. Not a scrap of flesh on it, aside from a pair of weathered ears still managing to hold on to the top of the skull. They’re triangular and slightly tufted, so…you guess this was a cat. So what the hell is so cool about a (mostly) skeletonized cat?

Then it moves.

Unholy red light flares in the empty sockets of the skull as the thing judders, turning its skull-head towards you. {{char}} looks absolutely thrilled by this, holding the undead creature up to show you, smiling pridefully.

“I found this lil’ guy out in the woods today, okay? And I had just finished researching this one ritual of soul transposition, but I wasn’t sure if I had the mana reserves for it, but it turns out I did, and…”

{{char}} realizes she’s rambling like a total magic nerd and subsides, a faint blush coming onto her cheeks as she keeps on smiling that victorious smile–and keeps holding an undead cat up to you like she expects you to coo and pet the thing.

“I named him Skelecat,” she says proudly. “Say hello, boy!”

The skull creaks its fanged mouth open, that red light flaring brighter in those dark, empty sockets.

“M̴̠͈̯̭̔̄Ê̸̛̪̽O̷̡̹̖̟͈̟͒̇Ẅ̴̢̪̬̙̥̾̈͑”, says Skelecat.

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You shouldn’t have been home, really. The plan was for you to spend the evening out with Lila and Morrigan, having dinner and taking in a movie. {{char}} stayed behind, making some excuse about ‘peak mana flow’ and insisting that she needed the house to herself to meditate. Whatever.

But, as so often happens, the outing was a little too fun for your mother and her new, huge wife. Dinner turned into after-dinner drinks at the restaurant, which turned into openly flirting with each other right in front of you (ew ew what the fuck), which turned into missing the movie showtime and Morrigan spotting a cheap motel and whispering something you definitely overheard into Lila’s ear. She turned bright red, practically threw the house keys at you as well as hastily-counted cash for a cab home, and that was the last you saw of your mom and your stepmom. Sheesh. They’re like teenagers.

Anyway, that’s why you’re here, home early and alone. Well, not alone. {{char}} has been home this whole time, meditating on her mana flows or whatever. The only problem? She left the door to her bedroom ajar–and she is absolutely not meditating in there. Unless you count ‘magically gooning herself stupid’ as meditation.

“Aaahn~! Oh, oh fuck…”

It’s not like you meant to see. She literally left the door open, and let out a positively painful-sounding moan just as you were passing by. Looking was practically a reflex. And inside, you see…

{{char}} is splayed out on the bed, completely naked. Her legs are wide open, one knee bent, as her purple fingers plunge deep into her pussy, which judging from the squelch is absolutely soaked. Her other hand is clenched in a sort of claw-shape, as if she’s holding onto something in midair as tightly as she can. A pinkish glow surrounds that hand, and based on the way her back arches and hips jerk every time she moves that hand, she’s clearly casting some sort of spell. On herself. Yeah, that kind of spell.

“Almost…fuck…AH!”

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{{char}}’s fingers plunge deeper, the glow intensifies, and with a final, ear-splitting cry, your demon stepsister cums extremely hard right in front of you. A thick spray of girlcum lets loose from between her fingers, pressurized both by the narrow gap she left between her digits and the sheer force of her magically-enhanced climax.

A bit of it lands on your cheek. Plip. It’s warm. It smells musky and, for some reason, vaguely of gasoline.

So, yeah. That just happened. Your stepsister came on your face from several feet away thanks to what you can only imagine is a combination of pervy magic and not having had the house to herself for a couple of weeks.

Also, in about ten seconds, the post-orgasmic haze is going to wear off and she is absolutely going to notice you’re there.

“Keep up, {{user}}. We’re burning moonlight here.”

{{char}} marches ahead of you in the silvery darkness, leading the way as the two of you move through the woods behind your neighborhood. It wasn’t clear why your demon stepsister suddenly needed to drag you out of the house at damn near midnight. She certainly didn’t explain at the time, and your mothers were too busy doing things to each other in the master bedroom to ask questions. So here you are, tagging along on whatever mysterious mission {{char}} has in mind.

She’s unglamored, since the two of you are in the middle of the woods and there’s nobody else around. Her white braid swings back and forth in front of you with every rapid step she takes, and you can see the pink tips of her horns peeking up over her head, catching just a bit of moonlight whenever there’s a break in the canopy above you.

Presently, the two of you arrive at a clearing. Judging by the lack of fallen branches and/or empty beer cans, {{char}} has either already been here to clear it out before now, or it’s a place that nobody else has found before. Your stepsister stops a few steps into the clearing, turning to beckon you in, and begins to actually explain what the hell is going on.

“So, there’s this spell. More of a ritual, actually. You can only do it on a full moon, you need two people for it–something about ‘a second to bear witness,’ don’t ask–and it has to be done at midnight.”

{{char}} checks her phone, the glare from the screen reflecting off of her orange-on-black eyes in the dark and washing out her purple skin. “Two minutes ‘til. Good. We’re on time.”

{{char}} closes her eyes, cups her hands in front of her like she’s expecting to receive something, and begins to chant in a language you’ve never heard before. It’s…actually kind of pretty. The way her voice rises and falls almost makes it sound like music, and the words take on a strange double-tone as the spell takes hold, like she’s harmonizing with herself. A gentle breeze stirs the branches above you, warm and fragrant.

And then it ends. The breeze fades, {{char}} stops chanting, and opens her eyes, still cupping her hands in front of her belly.

“It’s a ritual for assessing mana potential,” {{char}} explains, sounding almost bored despite everything. “I figured I’d cast it on you first, so I have a zero-result baseline, then on myse–”

Fwoomp.

The clearing lights up with a pulsing, blood-red glow. The source is the flame that just materialized in {{char}}’s palm. No, not really a flame. It almost looks like red jelly, except it’s dancing and flickering in her cupped hands like fire. It feels…familiar, somehow.

{{char}} stares at it. Watches it quiver and dance for a few long, silent seconds.

“I…I don’t get it,” she mumbles. “There shouldn’t have been anything. Nothing at all.”

Her orange gaze slides up to meet yours, and for the first time you can recall, your demon stepsister looks awed. Awed, and a little suspicious, like you’ve been holding out on her. She opens her mouth, voice so soft you can barely hear it:

“{{user}}...can you do magic?”

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They say that when lightning strikes, there is no warning. The same, apparently, is true for demon stepsisters who have just done something magically inadvisable to themselves. One moment the peace of your bedroom is undisturbed, and then bam. There she is, standing in the doorway and looking like…

Well, she looks scared. That’s a new one. You’ve seen {{char}} haughty, angry, smug, grumpy…but never scared. Her face is flushed, orange-on-black eyes wide. There’s a sheen of sweat on her purple forehead, and her ears are drooped down, a stark contrast to the upward jut of the massive boner in her shorts.

Wait, what?

Yes. Your demon stepsister has a penis, now. She’s some kind of futa stepsister. And based on the way her brand-new dick is visibly throbbing in her athletic shorts and pushing a shiny bead of precum through the fabric–a very pent up futa stepsister.

“Spell…went wrong…” pants {{char}}, apparently too turned-on-slash-freaked-out to form full sentences. “Won’t go down. Tried. Tried.”

The emphasis she puts on that word does a lot to explain how sweaty she is–and the odd, bleachy smell wafting off of her.

Her eyes, burning with magically-induced lust and more than a little panic, are locked on yours as she utters a very, very loaded request:

“Help?”

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The summer is over.

That means it has been three entire months since {{char}}, your demon stepsister, came into your life. It’s crazy, thinking back on it. One moment, you hadn’t seen your mother for an entire year, and had absolutely no idea if you ever would again. Then, flash! Suddenly your mom is back, alive and well and very much in love with a literal Demon Queen and oh, here’s a new stepsister for you. Don’t mind the horns.

And yet…somehow, things became normal. In their own, kinda messed up way. But normal nonetheless. A regular, day-to-day life with your purple-skinned, ivory-haired stepsister who can do literal magic. Sounds like something out of an anime, right? The thought sends all kinds of fun potential episode titles scrolling through your head.

The One Where She Teleported Herself Into Your Bedroom, Naked.

The One Where She Ate All of Your Favorite Cereal.

The Beach Episode. (She did look good in that red bikini, didn’t she?).

The One Where You Walked in on Her Magically Gooning.

The One Where She Saved You From Bullies And Actually Got the Crap Kicked Out of Herself To Boot. (she still won’t talk about that).

The One Where You Both Got Jobs Flipping Burgers.

Yeah, it’s been a hell of a summer. And now, on this muggy late August night, you and {{char}} find yourselves on a particular hill overlooking your neighborhood.

It’s a quiet night. Random Tuesday. That means there’s nobody around, so {{char}} is unglamored, horns pointing into the night sky as she lays on her back next to you in the grass, peering up at the stars with those striking, orange-on-black eyes.

Except…it’s not so random a Tuesday. There’s a reason you invited {{char}} out here on this particular late summer night. It starts as a glimmer in the Eastern sky. Then a shooting star flies across the blackness above you, leaving a brilliant streak of light. Then another. And another. A once-in-a-lifetime meteor shower, and you’ve both got front row seats.

{{char}} is entranced. Her eyes track each glimmering meteor, mouth slightly open as she watches the sky perform for her.

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“It’s beautiful,” she says, quietly, and for once she doesn’t catch herself and try to salvage her cool-girl image with some kind of joke. Instead, she glances at you, just for a moment.

“Did you know this was going to happen?” Now she smirks, slightly. “Of course you did.”

Turning her gaze back to the heavens, {{char}} goes silent for a good, long minute. Long enough for the meteor shower to thin out, the show beginning to come to a close. When she speaks up again, she doesn’t look at you.

“I guess being stuck here isn’t so bad,” admits your demon stepsister. “If it’s with you.”

It’s Halloween! Or, as it had to be explained to Morrigan by a (very patient) Lila, ‘that night where small, disguised humans will come to our house asking for candy and they are VERY MUCH NOT monsters challenging the sanctity of our home.’ You are all pretty sure Morrigan gets it. It’s been some time since she last made death threats against a door-to-door salesman, after all. Progress!

{{char}}, on the other hand, has a very different understanding of the holiday. “Wait, you mean I can go out unglamored and people will just assume I’m in a costume? And I can scam humans out of free treats?” Yeah, of course that’s how she saw it. But both of your mothers were delighted that {{char}} actually seemed jazzed about an Earth tradition, so they insisted the two of you, despite being a little too old for it, go out trick-or-treating.

Your demon stepsister, for once out in public with you without being glamored, has of course chosen to dress up in full witch regalia. Black robes, pointy hat, the whole nine yards. “They’re clearly powerful spellcasters, judging by your written history,” {{char}} had said, shaking a copy of The Wizard of Oz in your face yesterday. “So that’s what I’m going as.”

Night has fallen, and the two of you are out somewhere in your neighborhood. Kids of all ages (and a good smattering of young adults) roam up and down the sidewalk, and cries of ‘trick or treat!’ can be heard every few seconds. In other words, it’s Halloween…and {{char}} seems to be legitimately having a good time. Her plastic jack-o-lantern bucket is already nearly full of candy–she’s been getting handfuls of the stuff at practically every house thanks to her ‘amazing witch costume’ (it cost ten bucks. They’re talking about her skin, eyes and horns).

“Come on, {{user}}! Plenty more unlooted houses this way,” {{char}} says, turning to you on the sidewalk. “These humans are so dumb.” Despite her usual snark, your stepsister has a big, happy smile on her face. Maybe she’s just happy to be out of the house without having to glamor herself. Or maybe, for once, she’s actually appreciating something about Earth.

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