#bad b

too futuristic 4 all u lames

These two has only shown up in one chapter but me and my sister, Ani already had some thoughts about them, mainly since they are Jeje’s Subclass xD

Similar to how Lily often takes in children and Freya chooses fallen soldiers, most of Jeje’s subclass were probably people who had been falsely accused of a crime and punished for it.

Bad B had previously lost her life in a witch hunt due to being accused, but Jeje saved her by turning her into a Subclass.

As a result, she is very loyal to the Servamp of Envy and can be a little clingy when she sees him.

Similarly, Good B had been framed for something another person had done.

Bad B had been a Subclass much longer than Good B, though she still acts like a child most of the time.

Good B is the one who looks after and keeps her in check, tending to be more calm and rational.

Witches do exist, and Bad B is on good terms with them.

There’s two ways that we interpret this; either Bad B and Mikuni gets along well with each other, or she hates him but tolerates it as he is Jeje’s Eve.

Good B would use Jeje visiting as an excuse to get Bad B to do things she may not be in the mood to. The latter didn’t always believe him at first but when the Servamp did show up one day with Mikuni, she always listened just in case.

Bad B really likes sweets whilst Good B prefers sour flavours.

In their spare time, I can imagine Bad B enjoying activities such as drawing or reading and Good B would join her in the latter or craving things out of wood.

Both like animals, though Bad B is more obvious about it, especially when black cats are involved.

Bad B and Good B spend a comfortable time together.

A flurry of snow outside frosted over the window, a freezing sight heavily contrasted by the cozy warmth inside the apartment. Bad B had swapped out her favorite dress for a comfortable nightgown, humming her content along to the radio playing in just the other room.

Already their small place filled with the aroma of baking cookies. She tipped her head back, breaking in deeply through her nose to fill her entire being with the cinammony-sweet smell. Nothing beat the taste of blood to a subclass, of course, but Good B's baking came in close second to her.

Good B emerged from the kitchen; Bad B touched her hair, still damp from her recent bath.

"Good B," she spoke softly, but in this small apartment they were staying in, at Master Jeje's request, her voice easily crossed the room. "Will you braid my hair tonight?"