Mavet’s life in the underworld has always been one of misery and failure from the moment she was born. According to her parents, the first thing Mavet did when she was born was vomit all over the room, setting a bad omen. It doesn’t help that her older sister was an easy birth and was already a perfect child by the time Mavet, the accidental pregnancy was born. Things did not improve from there.
To say that Mavet was an outcast in school growing up is an understatement. Not only did the popular boys and girls hate her, so did all the nerds, freaks, and losers as well. Everyone enjoyed pushing her around both figuratively and literally. The teachers not only didn’t punish any of those who hurt Mavet, they too engaged in the harassment themselves. Mavet’s grades were neither terrible nor amazing, so while she could graduate, she couldn’t work anything more than that of a low level Reaper. Mavet knew that she would never truly succeed in life, so she figured it would just be best to spend her life in the underworld just doing her job and not standing out too much.
But alas, Reaper Mavet was never a smart nor a hardworking individual. Her hardships and trauma did not make her a stronger person; they made her fall into vice. It doesn’t help that being a low level reaper is one of the most boring jobs anyone could have in the under or overworld. Low level reapers engage in killing those who are considered to be of little importance in the overworld. They are never responsible for the deaths of the famous and renowned, only low-life losers who populate the likes of Japamerica. Seeing the same miserable sob story about a middle aged divorcee jumping off a building, or a hapless drug addict dying of an overdose gets boring very quickly. So, Reaper Mavet soon became lazy when it came to her job and began half-assing it when it came to the people she was supposed to kill.
Which of course leads to the case of Tyler. A man who was to die of a heart attack due to his deep love of the booger sugar. But Mavet really, REALLY wanted to watch Sex and the Sheol as soon as possible that night, so she hastily saw that Tyler was supposed to be riding in a light blue car on a date to the movies and figured she could kill him then. But of course, she didn’t pay attention at all and was therefore unaware that Tyler had broken up with his date Buffy at the time. She also didn’t pay too much attention when she aimed her scythe at the car, with her hopes being that it would cause a car crash and kill Tyler.
But of course, that didn’t happen because Reaper Mavet’s an idiot. And now she’s stuck having to live in the overworld and be friends with the two humans she accidently killed. After her punishment was given, Mavet was sent to the overworld and ordered to kill Tyler immediately. Due to her crimes, Mavet is no longer allowed to do her job alone. The court also sent her an assistant to make sure she doesn’t fuck up on future jobs. That assistant being Satan’s Little Helper, an adorable skeleton dog who was trained from birth to assist reapers who’ve gotten into legal trouble.
Meanwhile, Eve and Buffy were at the movies watching the grand epic Lord of the Feebles. Buffy was finding herself deeply entranced by the story and characters. Eve…not so much.
(…Ugh, of course the three hour long movie that’s delaying my masturbation session is boring as hell.)
She didn’t see an arcade of any kind when they entered the theater, yet Eve still felt the need to sneak out.
(Fuck it. Even without an arcade, I can still find something to do in this theater.)
Desperate to escape the film she found so painfully boring, Eve slipped out of the screening room. Which really wasn’t that hard as Buffy was far too engrossed in the film’s story to even notice Eve walking out the theater. Walking through the theater halls, Eve looked over the posters for other films playing in the theater. She’d even press her ear against some of the screening room doors to hear just the faintest noise of whatever other films were playing. When she finished with that, Eve took out her phone to see that…
(…Only ten minutes have passed.)
Eve left the theater only one hour into the film. There was still two hours and 40 minutes left. Sure, some of those minutes will be dedicated to the closing credits, but Buffy is the kind of person who always sits through the entirety of a film including the end credits, no matter how long they may be. Eve is stuck in this purgatory of a movie theater whether she likes it or not.
(They were selling magic mushroom chocolate bars at the concession stand. Well, if I have to keep suffering through this boring ass movie, I might as well get something out of it.)
On her way to the concession stand, Eve was so distracted by her personal monologuing that she accidentally bumped into someone without knowing.
“Ah!”
Eve falls down to the ground, a quick glance upwards shows that she bumped into a man who seems to be about her age. Looks like he got hit the chin as he’s rubbing it while grimacing.
(…F-Fuck me!! This night keeps getting worse!)
Being a femcel, Eve’s worst nightmare is casual interaction with men (she personally prefers to refer to them as “males”). She has typed many poisonous words on the internet about men, their physiology, the Y chromosome, and testosterone. Yet much like her male incel counterparts, for all the hateful words she’s angrily typed down on a keyboard, she’s far too cowardly to actually spew her poison to men in real life.
(Okay, if I can just quickly get back up and walk past him, I can avoid any social interaction with this damn male…)
Eve grunts as she pulls herself off the ground. The man rubbing his chin takes notice that he bumped into a cute girl.
“Hey, are you alright?”
The man asks in a somewhat flirty tone. To him, this is a chance encounter for a potential one night stand.
(Oh god this male’s trying to hit on me.)
Eve is of course disgusted. But to the man she just looks like a shy girl who can be easily manipulated.
“You know, I can’t get too upset about bumping into such a pretty girl like you.”
The man reaches his hand out towards Eve.
(Oh god…)
Eve can sense that this man is trying to pick her up. No matter how much she tries to dress down and stave off the attention of men, she can never truly avoid it.
“I came to see Perminator: Salvation Genesis Dark Fate Zombie Franchise Legacy Sequel, but it’s turning out to be pretty lame, so I decided to leave early. I take it your movie’s not so great too?”
Eve stays silent, hoping the man will eventually give up on her.
“How about you and I…Find somewhere more private to be?”
The man puts his hand on Eve’s shoulder.
(うわ、気持ち悪い)
“No need to be scared sweetheart, I’m a male feminist.”
(超気持ち悪い！)
Eve’s shoulders are shaking. She desperately wants to push the man off of her, but is too scared to do so. The male feminist continues to flirt with her.
“…You seem inexperienced with this sort of thing, cutie. That’s okay, no need to be nervous.”
He then puts another hand on Eve and starts to pull her closer to him.
(Oh god oh fuck he’s pulling me in; I need to do something or else I’ll get raped!)
Eve’s mind is screaming at her body to move, and yet all she can muster is fearful shaking. It’s at this moment she begins to feel a strange warmth in her abdomen, from where Reaper Mavet had sliced her by accident.
“…You ever been kissed before?”
Eve’s a femcel, of course she hasn’t. And the idea of any male, let alone this damn male feminist take her first kiss disgusts her on a deep level.
(I gotta move! I need to slap him! Kick him in the balls! Something! Anything! Why won’t my body move!?)
The warmth in Eve’s abdomen gets stronger.
(What’s going on? What’s this weird feeling…?)
Suddenly, the male feminist leans in for a kiss, and it’s at this moment that Eve is taken out of her frozen fear.
“G-Get off of me!”
Eve shouts at the male feminist flirting with her and along with that shout comes an invisible shockwave that knocks him to the ground.
(W-What the…)
Eve has no idea what just happened, but she decides to run away from the scene. The male feminist lies on the floor in shock and with pain in his ass.
“…”
There’s a young man standing near the entrance to the restrooms. This man’s name is Eran. He got invited by some co-workers to see some random European arthouse film. He decided to get up and use the restroom during the trailers and when he came out, he was met with the sight of Eve knocking over the male feminist with her shockwave. He’s not a magic user but he has more knowledge about magic than the average normie, and what he just witnessed from Eve was magic. Eran will become more important later on, but for now, we must continue to focus on Eve and Buffy.
Due to the incident with the male feminist, Eve completely neglected to buy the magic mushroom chocolate bars from the concession stand and just ran straight back to the screening room for Lord of the Feebles and spent the rest of the film sitting obediently next to Buffy. It may not have been an entertaining film to Eve, but at least she wouldn’t have to worry about sexual harassment with Buffy around. Buffy herself was so enraptured by the film that she didn’t even notice that Eve was gone. The drive back home was quite peaceful, especially considering all that occurred on the drive to the theater.
(Finally, I’ll be able to masturbate…)
Considering all that’s happened today, Eve could really use the stress relief. Buffy herself is more excited about their new roommate.
“Oh, I can’t wait to help Mavet get all settled in! I just gotta do some cleaning in the guest room downstairs and she’ll be all good to go!”
Eve just casually listens to Buffy babble on while driving. She wishes she could just view this whole “new reaper roommate” thing with as much excitement as Buffy but…just what was with that incident with the male feminist? It was weird to say the least. Things only get weirder when they arrive home and they can hear the sound…of a dog barking? Neither Eve nor Buffy had any pets, so that means…
“M-Mavet has a dog? Well, I suppose I’m not against it, but…”
Buffy is mildly concerned. It’s one thing to get a new roommate out of the blue, and it’s another thing entirely when that new roommate has also brought a pet with them. Still, she figures it’s probably not that big a deal. Buffy shakes her head after some more thoughts.
“I’m probably worrying too much. Given how the courts ruled her guilty, I doubt her pet could be that much of an issue.”
The two women walk into the house and see Mavet sitting on the couch and Satan’s Little Helper running up to greet them. He jumps up on Eve’s legs while happily wagging his bone tail.
“…O-Oh…”
Eve blushes as she looks at the dog. Eve specifically hates human men, therefore male dogs and cats are of no issue to her whatsoever.
(He’s so cute…)
Eve reaches down to pet the dog. She’s immediately smitten by Satan’s Little Helper. Mavet calls out to them.
“You like him, huh? Well, he’s the assistant the court gave me to help keep me from messing up anymore jobs, so it’s not like he could leave if you guys didn’t.”
Mavet is sitting on the couch watching TV.
“You overworlders sure have some nice shows up here. No wonder NEETs are a thing.”
After killing Tyler (which wasn’t hard at all given that Tyler had decided to do speedballs for the first time that night), Mavet and the dog drudged back to the apartment where her new “friends” lived. Since then, Mavet has been spending her time watching TV and eating snacks. Suddenly, Satan’s Little Helper scurries away from Eve’s loving attention, jumps up onto the couch, reaches into Mavet’s cloak pocket, pulls out her cellphone, and makes a call. After a single ring a much older reaper woman’s face appears in a holographic image.
“…It took the humans that long to return from their movie? Oy vey.”
The reaper woman speaks with a Yiddish tinted accent.
“Well…Now that the humans are finally back, we need to have a discussion. You see, Reaper Mavet’s mistake has deeper implications than you humans understand.”
Mavet internally groans. Nothing about this sounds good. Eve stiffens up a bit and thinks back to the moment at the movie theater. Buffy is the most calm out of everyone, but even she’s a little nervous over what the woman’s going to bring up next. The reaper woman in the holographic image turns to Mavet.
“Reaper Mavet, I’m well aware you were far from a straight A student in school, but surely you remember when your high school magicology teachers taught you about magic use in humans?”
Mavet sighs. This is one of those things everyone in the underworld knows.
“Only humans with the magic user’s birthmark can use magic.”
“Correct. However, there are some exceptions to that rule. Such as humans who’ve been revived from inappropriate deaths.”
The reaper woman points her fingers at Eve and Buffy.
“You two! Have either of you experienced anything magic like after you were revived?”
Buffy hasn’t experienced anything, but obviously Eve has, so she speaks up.
“…I think so? I got up to go to the bathroom during the movie, and some asshole was hitting on me, and uh…I felt all warm in my abdomen and when I yelled at him it was like I pushed him away with my voice.”
While it’s not the whole truth, Eve doesn’t want to risk getting into an argument with Buffy about not liking the movie, so it’s really not a big deal. The reaper woman stares intently at Eve with a contemplative look.
“…I see. Well flat-chested female human, what you experienced just then was magic. Very weak magic mind you, but magic nonetheless.”
This revelation unnerves Eve and Buffy a bit. Neither of them knew much about magic nor magic users, but they knew one thing. Unless you have a star shaped birthmark on your forehead, you’re incapable of using magic. At least, that was the one thing they knew.
“You see, when humans who are killed by reapers are resurrected, they gain the ability to use magic even without the magic user’s birthmark.”
The older reaper woman turns to Mavet.
“…You understand what the issue is, right? Despite not being born with the birthmark of magic users, those two women are capable of using magic now. Given how much magic users pride themselves over their natural born abilities, you’re going to need to do something to make sure those two humans don’t cause too much of a disruption.”
To say that magic users pride themselves over their natural born abilities is an understatement. Magic users purposefully shut themselves off from the “normies” of the world, live in their own communities, and are strictly forbidden from getting too close to normie humans. Any magic user who breaks these rules is disfellowshipped, shunned by other magic users, and will have an assassin sent to kill them. Needless to say, humans without the birthmark using magic would cause chaos in the overworld.
“Along with your usual reaper duties, you must also make sure those humans never use magic too publicly. Obviously, you humans are also responsible for your own actions, but I understand that being normies, neither of you have any real knowledge on magicology.”
The reaper woman thinks more deeply.
“…Being a low level reaper, Mavet doesn’t have too much in the way of magic powers, but she should be able to help you two learn to control your powers. Well, it’s really not that complicated, you just need to have basic emotional control and you should be good. Any questions?”
Buffy raises her hand like she’s in school.
“Umm, so, what kind of magical powers do we have? Eve mentioned something about an invisible force, but what about me? And how do you figure out what magic powers you have?”
“Well, theoretically speaking, magic users can potentially use their magic for anything and everything. But using magic is like using a special invisible muscle, the more complicated the magic, the more energy it takes from you. That said, simple spells such as knocking people away can be achieved easily, as proven by the flat chested female human. Which is why it’s important for you two to learn emotional control.”
Eve decides to pipe in at the moment.
“…So, I get the whole needing to not get discovered by magic user’s thing but…what if I want to learn magic on my own?”
Eve’s question causes the older reaper woman to stare blankly for a few seconds before laughing loudly.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA…Oh shiksa, you’re too cute for words. Both of you are normie born women who only got magic powers via resurrection. Magic users are absolutely rigid when it comes to not getting close to normies. A big part of why we reapers hate having to deal with mistake deaths is because we know that if magic users learned it was possible for normies to get magic powers from resurrection, it’d cause an absolute shit storm! It’s not our fault that magic users in the overworld are weird elitists.”
Eve frowns, dissatisfied with that answer.
“…Look, you just gotta learn to control your emotions alright. Your name’s Eve, right? Let me guess, you had a strange warm feeling that came about before you knocked that guy over?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“That warm feeling is a sign that magic’s getting ready to surge out of you. You just gotta learn to calm yourself down during those moments. Take deep breaths, think about pink unicorns, crap like that.”
Buffy perks up.
“Oh! Kinda like an ex of mine who had problems with PE! But uh…I don’t think I’ve felt that warm feeling yet, so how will I know when magic wants to surge out of me?”
“Trust me, you’ll know when you feel it big breasted female human. Anyway, that’s enough from me. Reaper Miriam out!”
The holograph image disappears and Satan’s Little Helper goes to put the cellphone back in Mavet’s cloak. Eve and Buffy look at each other unsure of what to make of their new situation. While Buffy seems fine with the situation, Eve can’t help but be annoyed. She knew that magic users are notoriously secluded from the rest of the world before this conversation, but she still can’t help but be frustrated with the fact that she can’t learn how to harness her newfound magic powers from anyone else.
Author’s Note: It looks like I’m continuing with this series beyond the ‘pilot’. I actually got this first chapter written up a while ago, I’ve just wanted to spend time working on world building ideas before making Eve and Buffy an ‘official’ series of mine. Because yes, even though I plan for this series to be a goofy one filled with pop culture references and juvenile sex and toilet humor, I still want the world building to make some sense.
