The tale went as such:

Long ago, during the reign of the Queens of Priripon, the menfolk walked openly in the streets alongside the Magical Girls. However, the fifth Queen didn't take to this. She was a seer, and strived to develop divination to perfection. She saw that from the menfolk a powerful magic user would eventually appear. But she was afraid, the menfolk were brash and some questioned the power of the Queen. So she declared that all menfolk must be moved and live in a hidden place. They were only allowed out with their chosen wives, and the queen had direct authority over who was chosen. For a long time this went on, until the days where menfolk walked openly on the streets were forgotten by nearly everyone. Not only that, but the queen hid even the fact that the menfolk could use magic just as anyone else, even going as far as to use techniques to steal away what magic there was among them. Because the menfolk were not allowed to study magic, none grew strong enough or developed enough of a manacapactiy to stand up for themselves.

Then one day, a boy who was unaffected by that technique was born. The queen, now focused entirely on perfecting her own magic, grew prideful and ignored the boy, thinking his spirit would break before he grew any stronger. However, that boy was unlike any who had come before him, with a sense of justice and a thirst for knowledge.

He studied magic on his own, growing stronger daily. But he was clever, and learned quickly to suppress the pressure his manacapacity radiated. The queen continued to ignore him, and the boy continued to watch the mistreatment and conceit that was beginning to infect Priripon. His sense of justice roared, and his thirst lead him to finally seek more than what he could practice alone. Using the power and knowledge he had thus far amassed, he sneaked into a grand library near the place the menfolk were hidden.

There much of his thirst was sated, and he began to see that the root of the problem was indeed the fifth queen, who as he had grown into a young man had abdicated to the sixth queen in favor of continuing her studies and monitoring the menfolk.

He realized he would need far more power, and many more people, to truly undo the curse the queen had put upon Priripon. So he set out to try to convince his fellows, but they turned on him, coddled by the distractions provided to them by the queen. He was brought before the queen and declared a traitor. He locked eyes with hers, but found less than contempt, though her eyes looked at him, they did not see him.

As the contemptuous trial began his mind raced, and quickly he realized that if he were already to be branded a traitor, the things he thought taboo out of his own just nature no longer were so.

With clenched fists, he muttered his incantation, practically a curse, the queen took no notice at first, disinterestedly reading off crimes he had not committed. When the verdict was about to be delivered, he raised his head, his eyes burning with teal light.

“Curse this place and this land, for here I shall erect my kingdom. A castle on a high hill which overlooks a land of gray bathed in fog, I will become not a king but an Overlord who exists solely for the pursuit of your destruction. I abandon my name and call myself now, Otomi Mao. For the sole purpose of defeating the fifth queen of Priripon, Okoto Kaena, I shed my mortality and dredge up the taboos! I give my flesh to magic, and to my magic my flesh!”

A violent tremor shook the halls of the building, and true to his words an enormous area of land, large enough for a kingdom began to break off of Priripon and shift into a negative dimension, a Makai. The broken land was soon covered in gray fog, as he had said it would, and upon a high hill a castle took shape.

The queen laughed at first, thinking such a whelp could never surpass her, she raised an arm to stop the event, but from the raised castle two teal columns of light bearing snake-like heads crashed into the wave of magic that she had sent, and repelled it. The feedback tore open the former queen's sleeve and threw her to the ground.

The boy, now called Mao, appeared just in front of the final edges of the receding dimensional rift, changed drastically. He had begun his climb to adulthood, but now he truly looked like a man, but from the sides of his head now grew horns, four magnificent horns, and across his body ran lines of light that pulsed with magic, as though pushing him towards greater magical heights. A long thick tail which ended in fan of blades, and twelve wide wings which formed a circle behind him, bursting with light. Those who saw it knew not whether to call him angel or demon, but all trembled in fear. But he did nothing more, merely turning his back on his birthplace and never looking back.

The way Riho told the story contained fewer events and less personal knowledge, but it was a tale she had heard from her mother who had died while she was young.

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“Ooh! Ooh! I can tell you the next part!” Kikyo said suddenly.

“O-okay go ahead,” Riho said taken aback, she hadn't considered that this story had a continuation, especially given she had just recalled it thanks to Lasrefel's influence. A part of her wondered why she had forgotten something so important.

Kikyo began her side, picking up almost where Riho had left off, likely choosing to do so because it was unlikely to be a banned tale in Makai.

After turning his back on Priripon, Maou-sama entered the castle he had erected, and found that it was empty. He was alone in this new world of his own creation. He looked at the pulsing light that coursed through the lines on his body and felt the immense magical potential within himself.

'If only I could give this as a gift to another...' he wished.

The teal snake-like pillars retracted into the castle, when he heard a voice behind him.

“Is it you who has created me?”

He turned and found a woman cloaked in gray, almost a mirror image of the world he had made.

“I created this world, if that is what you mean.”

“Why do you weep?”

“I have lost the only place that I knew, but I could bear it no longer. So I have come here in hopes of starting anew, but it was empty.”

“But I am here.”

“Who...what are you?”

“Perhaps you have the answer?”

“A spirit?”

“I am immortal, but I have no core.”

“A majin?”

“I have more power than they.”

Maou-sama pondered her words, the scant Pririponian texts on majin were not enough to tell him what was above them. He scarcely could imagine what such a being would even look like.

“Then what do you wish to be?” he asked.

Her eyes widened, and she gave thought to his words.

“Your beloved,” she finally responded, “Should you wish to love this world then I wish to love it with you.”

Maou-sama moved in close, “Are you not its mirror?”

“I know not what I am, if you say I am its mirror, than that is what I shall be.”

“Then I will love you, and through loving you I will surely come to love this world.”

Their union brought forth beings of magic, surprisingly similar in construct to the Magical Girls of Priripon, with two stark differences: the first that upon reaching certain thresholds of power, they would change form in a way that could not be undone, attaining a new transformed form in the process. The second, while the Magical Girls channeled power through garments and vestments, their children grew inhuman traits. Horns, ears, tails, wings, and even additional limbs. These could be hidden while in a shape similar to that of humans, but whenever they advanced to a higher magical tier for the first time or used enough magical power to trigger a transformation, these traits would always manifest.

Kikyo stopped for a moment, as though realizing something.

“Maou-sama, now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever heard your wife's name...it's not mentioned in the stories.”

“She never had one, and she's stronger than I am so whatever name I give her is a nickname at best,” was his languid reply.

“Ehh, then what should I call her?”

“It doesn't matter, it's not like she crops up in daily conversation that often!” Mao seemed embarrassed.

“I'm curious!” Riho added, all of this information was new to her, and she was genuinely interested in Mao's love life, which was a surprise even to her.

Mao sighed, “Alevia. That's what I call her anyway.”

“Mm. A lovely name,” Lasrefel nodded as though convinced.

“Who do you think you are,” Mao muttered darkly.

Kikyo and Riho looked thrilled, when suddenly a voice that sent a cold shiver down their spines called out from behind them.

“Well, isn't this an interesting little conference,” it was Okoto Kaena. The Fifth Queen of Priripon, “Am I interrupting?” the sly smirk on her face indicated she knew very well she was.