The Dekomori Files

Transmission 1
Called forth from the transgressions of the ages, we felt an immediate bond when we met at
the Electrical Ocean, both of us lone warriors on a quest for raison d'tre. In this life, she was a
peasant and I a wealthy marquis from a family of riches, elves gold, and dragons treasure. But
we were sure that we had met in previous lives. We had fought together against orcs,
Minotaur, Dementors However, in this era, my fortune isolated me from her and most
others- alone in my edifice, surrounded by gluttony, responsibility, and normalcy. That is, until I
discovered the occult, the one thing that helped me escape from that cruel, mundane
existence. And in discovering this world, I discovered her.
We started adventuring together, searching for the invisible boundary lines, the unforeseen
horizon- the place where her estranged father lay waiting for his rediscovery. But she was much
more experienced than me, having been through many more battles in this lifetime than I had.
So I decided to devote myself to her and her teachings. She became my Master and I her
faithful servant. I would follow her everywhere and anywhere. I let her lead me away from that
life of disappointment and dissolution. And so, for two years, I followed her and her let fill me
with reason, no matter how daring, perilous (or ridiculous) the tasks were.
She was my Master and her servant.
For two years.
Destiny. Love.

Two years.
Until he showed up.
***
It all started one afternoon when I was on a particularly important assignment. I was sending
out war tactics to my troops, when I got a transmission from Master. From my beacon device, I
heard Master say: Its me. The Cardinal has moved into action. By Order of the Vatican Magical
Society, the situation is yadda-yadda-yadda. Can we meet soon? Translation: Rikka wanted me
to join her club at the high school. As her servant, I had to follow this order. But it wasnt until a
later transmission that I discovered that the famous Dark Flame Master was part of this
allegiance! I had heard tales of his dark glory If it wasnt for him, Master would have never
been exposed to the world beyond! I owed him my gratitude, a debt more powerful than any
wizard pact or summoning circle.
And it was because of this debt that I needed to gauge his abilities to see if he was worthy of
Masters company. So I decided to sneak into his lair before dawn and test his instincts, to see
how well his third eye worked in his sleep. Using my Mjonir Hammer, I articulated a stealth
attack on him. He awoke and stared at me, rudely asking me who I was. How dare he show such
disrespect to one of Masters underlings! I told him to introduce himself first, but he must have
cast a Haste spell on himself because before I knew it, he had reached through my force field
and made my Hammer useless (in other words, he tied my pigtails to the bedpost). He was
powerful indeed! And grumpy. He obviously was not accustomed to waking up on early
morning missions, having neglected his training for so long.

But I didnt want to anger him any more than I already had because I did not want to see the
blackened wrath of the Dark Flame Master, even half asleep. Wriggling, I pretended to humble
myself so that he would lift the curse. He reluctantly agreed and, once I had regained my
strength, I stood up, striking my signature pose and proudly introducing myself as Masters
servant, wielder of the Mjolnir Hammer, Dekomori Sanae But as I finished my monologue, he
produced a high-powered weapon from midair! He must possess the secret knowledge of
Hammer Space!
Luckily, Master, as perceptive as ever, then interrupted the Dark Flame Master as she appeared
through a portal (the window) and saved me the dishonor of losing against him. She apologized
for his behavior, explaining that his mind had been deteriorated by the bureau. She was right;
his green eyes lacked the sheen of someone who dealt with magic. I commented on his deadcommoner eyes and, irritated by this, he threatened to shoot me. I went on the offensive and
sought to purify his heart with my Mjolnir Tornado but he deflected the attack and shot it
back at me, rendering me paralyzed! (Basically, the force of my spin attack caused my anklelength pigtails to wrap themselves around my body, only my fingers free to squirm and wriggle
for escape). I expected nothing less from the Dark Flame Master! But I was only caught off
guard that morning because I was not expecting him to be powerful enough to counter my
secret ability since his dark energy had been dormant for so many decades.
Another reason I took such great damage was because of the power of my own attack. I had
practiced the Mjolnir Tornado many times, spinning and whirling in front of my (magic) mirror,
sandbags tied to my long pigtails, their weight propelling me around in a spiral of velocity and

hair. I had perfected it through hours of sweat, tears, and split ends. And it was this rigorous
training that made me take such critical damage when hit by my own tenacious speed and
strength stats. Despite his negligence, the Dark Flame Master still seemed to be able to release
some minor attacks, but, as Master said, he now just another commoner.
Not a commoner in the sense of wealth or poverty, but in a magical sense. He no longer knew
the joys and dangers of the other world. He was enslaved by the oppressions of modern day
society. Sure, he may have had some talent with magic, but he lacked the conviction needed to
be a warrior of the shaded realm. My sensors detected no threat. I honestly didnt think he was
worthy of joining our esteemed Far-East Magical Napping Society, but Master wanted him
there, so I needed to trust her judgment.
And as I said, even if he was now just a banal commoner, I was obliged to him because he was
the one who originally introduced Master to the ways of darkness. I also thought that observing
his behavior in the Far-East Magical Napping Society would be interesting and helpful to my
practices. And so, he completed the acceptance ceremony and introductory trials, and joined
the Far-East Magical Napping Society. What was the worst thing that could possibly happen by
letting him join? Nothing could ever sever the bond between master and servant.