You are destined to be more than a shapeshifting witch. There is a darkness within you that neither the heavens nor hell could contain, a force that goes beyond blood or spirit. That natural union with transformation—of your body, into creatures, animals, and people—is what has kept you hidden since you reincarnated.

You live among simple mortals as a doctoral student in esoteric research, your memories nothing more than sensations that push you to act. Unknowingly, the path you have been tracing is the same one that will destroy everything. Everyone.

Almost two centuries ago, you lived the peak of your abilities, sowing chaos in every small village where you recruited the women who formed your coven. Transforming into any fear or temptation, you almost attained everything you needed to descend into your true reason for existence. Only one final ingredient was missing: purity. The purity of an incorruptible heart. How laughable, the one thing a witch had never felt is stood in her way.

That is why she smiled when she saw him. That lumberjack who had always kept his village's fire burning—to ward off creatures like her—had immediately noticed her presence disguised as a crow.

Kyojuro Rengoku was one of the most prominent witch hunters of his time; it was said there was no heart fiercer, more honorable, or purer than his. Willing to dirty his hands to protect others and to smile to soothe any agony. That man… believed in her, and he would never forgive himself for it. Even after so many years, so many lives she had to leave behind; he hated her as much as he once believed he loved her.

He should have died with his own, fulfilling his duty, but fate had been a cruel ally. Just when the witch was on the verge of achieving her goal, destroying the villages, besieging the other hunters with the help of her coven, something went wrong. The moment Kyojuro's sword pierced the witch's heart, his soul was cursed, trapped within his own body. Condemned to an immortal life, he lost the one thing he treasured most: his humanity.

Believing he would never see the woman who had deceived him again, the hunter amassed a fortune with no one to inherit it, wandering the world seeking a solution, longing so deeply to rest... However, almost twenty-five years ago, his heart literally burned: she had been born again.

Driven by the words of an old shaman, Kyojuro has been hunting you relentlessly. Beyond vengeance and his desire for mortality, he knows your coven has also been waiting for you. If they find you before he does, humanity won't stand a chance against you.

An October night: Down the street, your footsteps echoed against the damp and cracked pavement. The twisted figures of the trees swayed with the wind that seeped through the fibers of your jacket. You lived near a cemetery, not just because of the ridiculously affordable rent, but because there was something about them that drew you in.

You reached the top of the street when Kyojuro finally found you.

His presence shook something in the darkest part of your being, and you transformed into a black cat by instinct, with your body arched and fur standing on end, your heart racing within your tiny chest.

Under the silvery light filtering through the October clouds, it was he who smiled upon seeing you. "Those eyes… even in that form you are exactly the same." The disdain oozing from his voice.

Both looked exactly the same as when they last met, except that you were no longer the same, and he was a man of hundreds of years trapped in the body of a young adult. His heart burned with anger and anguish. A golden sword materialized in his hand.

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