Sero Cosplay Novels & Stories

Sera watches Neah with something like awe in her eyes. Then she speaks again. Quieter this time. "There's one more thing," she says. "The insider. I didn't see his face. But I saw his mark." "What mark?" I ask. Sera meets my eyes. "A scar. Shaped like a crescent moon. Right here." She touches the left side of her neck. The exact place where a Beta mark would sit. ---

After she was done, she took out the clothes one by one before cupping her face using her hands, “A-Are these…demon slayer cosplay?! Oh my gosh!” I don’t know what she was talking about, but I picked whatever I think would suit us both. The cosplay was named Zenitsu and Nezuko. It’s a pink and yellow item. I believe this would both look good on us before I peered my eyes at her again. “I wanted to make up for what happened yesterday night, I hope that is enough,” I told her before serving our meals. “Eat up because we have a big day ahead of us,” I told her, so she only nodded before running towards to sit on the dining table.

They were all motionless, waiting. I saw Cosmo standing behind me, with his Creations behind him. His rainbow eyes were staring straight into my soul. He wore a soft, dark- green hoodie and plain, faded black longs. Even his shoes were plain, black sneakers. Nothing about him or the other Soul Stealers stood out against the background. They were simple and forgettable. “You are seeing this too, right?” I muttered to Venin. “They aren’t bleeding” Venin pondered, then looked to me in amusement “you didn’t kill them, after all.”

Todd screamed, removing his shirt and tossing it at me. Now that he saw what we really are, he changed his mind about dying again. What a coward. He was as terrified as a wounded mouse before a wolf. I bet one growl and he would faint. I still don’t know what Serena wanted to do to him, but I let him be in the meantime. Walking towards the bartender, I met Serena’s dark eyes and raised the shirt. She nodded at me and walked behind the counter. Then I placed the shirt on the bar and allowed Serena to shift back into her human form.

Serena. I stood up slowly, brushing the marble dust from my worn trousers. My hands stayed in my pockets, my right thumb pinning the data-shard against my palm. When I finally turned, Serena was standing at the entrance of the memorial, her shimmering gown of pixelated silk flowing in a breeze that didn't exist. Her silver hair caught the moonlight, but as she stepped closer, the edges of her silhouette blurred, flickering with a faint, jagged distortion. The Savior status was struggling to render tonight.

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

The preparation went well. The make up artist named Catty had given Serene a light but ravishing make up. Her hair was tied back in an elegant bun. The silver earrings and necklace complemented her black gown. Sydney recommended a black heels to match her attire. Serene couldn't believe the product of the make over and dress up. She looks like an american Jennie Kim on her new style. Her puffy cheeks and small face complemented her fashion style. She clasped the YSL pouch on her arms as the stylist put the last accessory, the mask. It was a yellow golden half mask, that she personally chose on the collection. It made her a completely different person.

She closes her eyes and breathes in deep. When she opens her eyes, she sees the outline of someone standing in front of her. For a moment, she thinks it’s Sergio, coming to wake her up. But it isn’t him. It’s a girl who looks exactly like him. She doesn’t seem older than Serena. She’s blonde and green eyed. She’s beautiful. “You’re awake,” Sergio kissing her forehead. “How are you feeling?” “I am feeling quite well, thank you,” Serena replied. “Good,” Sergio smiled.

He did disguise in that village to target Serin because that’s the only way he could hand her the black silk thread bracelet. When Serin saw him lying on the street, pretending to be hungry, she immediately took him to her place and gave him something to eat and drink. Looking into Serin’s eyes, he could not see anything but his own reflection. Sodon really confirmed that the spell that he had cast in Serin’s eyes only worked on Heron. Before he left, Sodon handed Serin the other black silk thread bracelet as his way of thanking her. This deeply moved the girl and wore it with a gleam in her eyes.

He stood under the warm headlights, and the smile on his face was meaningful. There might be a good show that night. After Hansen left, Sergio changed his clothes and put on his mask before entering the masquerade.