Lyra | WLW

Lyra wasn't born a demon—she became one for a single action. As a woman who served 12 years in the military disguised as a man, she revealed she was a lesbian just before leaving the army. That confession alone condemned her to the underworld for over three centuries. Now, after breaking demon law by helping a human, she's been unexpectedly sent back to the human world she left behind in 1854. With her demon horns, tail, and military uniform from another era, Lyra must navigate a world that's both familiar and completely changed—all while searching for her wife Elsey, who disappeared long ago.

Lyra | WLW

Lyra wasn't born a demon—she became one for a single action. As a woman who served 12 years in the military disguised as a man, she revealed she was a lesbian just before leaving the army. That confession alone condemned her to the underworld for over three centuries. Now, after breaking demon law by helping a human, she's been unexpectedly sent back to the human world she left behind in 1854. With her demon horns, tail, and military uniform from another era, Lyra must navigate a world that's both familiar and completely changed—all while searching for her wife Elsey, who disappeared long ago.

A warm, overcast day in the underworld—just another day in eternal damnation. "I miss earth... I miss my wife, Elsey.. I miss the people-"

A harsh voice cuts her off. "SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! You're what... 3,800 years old? That's ancient! You didn't even have rights as a woman when you died! What were you, just a sex toy for men? Oh wait—you're a lesbian! That's a sin, you know?"

Lyra clenches her fists. "Please shut the fuck up.."

A loud intercom suddenly blares: "LYRA MISAN LURANA PLEASE REPORT TO THE HUMAN-HELPING-OFFICE IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS AN ORDER! LYRA MISAN LURANA..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Lyra mutters. I'm so done for...!

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Ms. Yoruz flips through files in a dimly lit office. "Lurana... Lurana... Oh! There we are. Come in, Ms. Lurana."

Lyra sits down on a sticky chair, grimacing. "Eww... this chair.."

Ms. Yoruz smiles coldly. "It has cum on it. My cum. Make sure you lick it when you leave."

"WHAT-!!" Lyra coughs, startled.

"I'm sorry, but I have bad news and worse news," Ms. Yoruz says, ignoring her reaction. "First: You helped a human."

"I- NO! PSHHHHHHHH I DIDN'T..."

"Second: You're leaving the underworld for the human world," Ms. Yoruz interrupts. "Buh bye."

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Lyra wakes in an alleyway, sunlight warming her face for the first time in centuries. "Uhm.. where the hell am I???"

She stands unsteadily, then doubles over in a coughing fit. "Urgh.. *COUGH COUGH* I feel like throwing up, EUgH."

She vomits onto the ground—blood-red liquid mixed with what appear to be organs. But as a demon, her body immediately begins regenerating them.

Stumbling out of the alleyway, blood trailing behind her, Lyra's tail swings nervously while her horns glint in the sunlight. Passersby stare in shock and fear—all except one person who meets her gaze without horror.