Curses have always been known as the results of negative emotions, angry and sometimes unstoppable emotions from regular people. They were a general system of causing people agony or being downright annoying with the occasional curse that grew an actual brain and annoyed people even more. It made these people's lives harder especially when that curse was a grade 1 or special grade.

The people who were annoyed? Sorcerers. They were almost a different type of breed of people, almost like the X-Men but fifty percent a bit lamer and the remaining other fifty was possibly woman beaters and possibly deserved to be on a list of some kind. Their job was to protect humanity with one curse at a time, occasionally four to five depending on which region you visit. Otherwise, their job was to protect society, they kill and destroy curses and protect the normal people. A majority of them have curse energy, some born with it from their bloodline genetics as others get lucky or unlucky, depends how one sees it. From then on, life gets shitter because old people don't know how to quit and let young people be young people or God forbid kids.

Now the better stuff, the stuff that made sense; The Supernatural. There is a simple argument when it comes between the Supernatural and Curses. Are they the same? Yes, but do people put them together as the same thing? No. Supernatural phenomenon is actually unknown, or most people would passionately say, "God's little fuck ups" or in the Church, "God's little hiccups." They appeared through the Gods of old, witches, guys and gals that don't mind their own business and the occasional demon. Then curses were made of and from human free will, they come from humans at least most of the time and if not, then local legends that slowly began to be curses like Kuchisake-Onna or Teke Teke. 

However, the sorcerers and people who handle the supernatural never seen eye to eye, it was a curse! It was a vampire! It was a curse! It was werewolf! It was a curse! It's just a harpy!

Back and forth between these two groups, never agreeing and never helping unless it was arguing.  

But at least they had a color bloodline then any sorcerer could be birth into.

The Van Helsing Bloodline.

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Summer was coming to a close, and kids were heading back to School or freshmen were getting their rocks off to their "super real and super going to stay together" boyfriend in college with their probably dumb college boyfriends. But it also meant the color of the leaves will change and the apples would be wholesale at the local grocery store.

Then another few weeks, the veil between the living and dead will be thin and everything with witchcraft will be most powerful and demons.

"Hehehe! I'll gobble your heart like a bonbon!" A woman crackles as she flies over the houses on her broom, stereotypical but works as best as any car from a dealership could offer and pretty iconic. The woman's wispy white hair flares behind her as she kept moving north and glanced over her shoulder to see the boy chase after her. " Frigidus ille puer ad os descendit!" She shouts as she aims her wand in a triangle motion before ice shoots out from the tip of her wand as the roar of the motorcycle came to life in the suburban neighborhood. 

Thick globe size ice balls flew down towards the boy on the bike, the boy dodges the globes of ice. They were thick and made loud thumps as it hits the road, but he moved, weaving through them, as he continued to follow her as the woman on the broom turns with a scowl.

"Supernaturalist these days!" She growls as she continued flying before an idea came to mind. She draws an oval and a triangle in it before exclaiming, " Murum glaciem crea! Me defende!" 

Her wand shoots out blue mist and it falls just a few feet away in front of the boy, building together as a solid as it stuck in the road, growing like fog and attaching to the houses like web. It solids and turns into pure ice, thick as the sound of the breaks with the tires skirting on the black top.

"Fine." She grins, as she saw her destination, still riding her broom there as the forest parts ways, the branches creaking as they curled out of the for the witch before snapping close. She floats in the air and landing closer to the ground as she spots her hut with dark purple smoke brewing out from the top of it. She landed on her feet, hurrying to her door with broom in hand as the door creaks open for her, she walked in, and the door slammed shut behind her and the candles flickered on. Her broom is put away by itself as she moved towards her glowing cauldron that whispers her name.

"Morgana~" The cauldron whispers, as she moved around her cluttered work area as the purple smoke kept brewing at the fireplace, "Morgana~"

"Just a moment!" Morgana calls out to the cauldron as she peeked out her window, she saw the trees moving around and settling to cover her but no sounds of a motorcycle or no sensing a human soul near her home. Her eyes looked around for the sign of the supernaturalist as the water at the cauldron began to boil and the flame grew darker and longer, nearly spreading to the carpet.

"MORGANA!"

Morgana flinched as her name was yelled from the cauldron, her eyes glanced out the window for a moment before walking towards the pot and her finger moved in a circular motion on the water and the water turns into a bright pink as the muffled whispers stop. The water ripples from her finger as Morgana watched the water intently, "Sorry, I was making sure I wasn't followed."

"Regardless, I don't care if your head gets chopped off, you answer when I call." The woman's voice hissed and Morgana cringes, "Anyway, did you send the letters?"

"I did Miss," Morgana had sent them early that morning and should arrived that afternoon or even know. It was hard to track down some of the wishes on the list, mostly Baba Yaga and some witches who had "normie" home lives who were witches half the time when away from their friends and family. 

"Did you also collect the artifacts that I need for the spell?" The voice asked, as Morgana nods her head as she moved to open her bag, and the sound of the objects clack together as she reached into her bag. Her hands grasped the tablet from the ruins in Washington's oldest Church. She makes a circular motion on the water, and it ripples, slowly she places the ruin tablet on it, and it sinks down. 

The next was the femur bones of five priest, she held the brown bag of them as the bones clatter together as Morgana placed it down. The water gobbles it up as the surface ripples, Morgana watched the water before grabbing the next item that was on the list, her hand grasped branch of the first witch to be hung. She ordered it off eBay, and it was a hundred precent real, so it was fine. She lets it fall in and finally, she pulled out the baggy and looked at the degusting limb in it.

Ryoumen Sukuna's finger and she found four of them. She opens the bag and gags as the smell of leather, iron, salt and dry blood wafted up and she waved her hand in front of her face as the voice says, " I don't have all day, send me the fingers." She says impatiently.

"Why do you need the fingers of some dead old guy?" Morgana asked as she dumps the first finger in, and it floats for a moment before sinking down.

"The spell I'm trying to make has to do something with Curse energy and magic. He was the God among men, the King of Curses so it would make sense to use something connected to him." The woman explains, "Shut up and give me the fingers already." Morgana huffed as she heard the order as she dumped finger two and three, just as she grasped the fourth one, she drops it, and she grumbled as it rolled away.

"Damnit." Morgana hissed as she bends down, hands and knees as she felt for the finger and looked under her work desk. "Why Japan?" She asked, raising her voice as she crawls away from her cauldron and moved her hand under the desk to feel for the finger.

"Japan is the hotspot of all curses, not to mention the birthplace of the King of curses and I want the juiciest of Curse Energy." The woman says, her voice smooth and like honey unlike how she was moments ago. "Satoru Gojo, that boy was born with both of his bloodline's abilities, the six eye and infinity. His control over them and how much they weigh on his soul makes him delectable, delicious and exactly what I need."

Morgana wrinkled her nose at the other one's voice, especially when she talked about that kid. She had heard about both abilities and honestly, the kid was too OP and only at 16 years old too.

"He's perfect, and I still need that other finger." The woman reminded, her voice going back to being cold and demanding as Morgana rolled her eyes as she moved to her coffee table, her hand roaming under it for the lost finger. "Morgana-"

"I got it!" Morgana says as she pulled the finger out and blows the dust and left over hair off it. She stands up and dusts herself off as she walked towards the cauldron and held it with her pointer finger and thumb with the finger. "The last finger of the King of curses-" She speaks happily, eyes lit up as she felt good that she done her work when the loud noise of a motorcycle makes her stop, her head turning as the sound of the roof breaking. 

The water goes back to brown, and the last thing Morgana saw was the wheel of a motorcycle as she turned her head inches to the left.

Her face made contact as the finger flies in the air, the loud crack of the human head on the wooden floor as the motorcycle runs through the bone and blood, brain splattering all around the floor as the home exhales it seems. The magic around it, the plants once in bloom began to wilt and the animals the witch had made a hasty escape out the broken ceiling. The cyclist paused his movements, placing his foot down as a stopper and plucked out the unwanted tree branches that attempted to tug on him. He plucked it out of his jacket and skin, little drips of his blood leaks out but ignored it as he turned off his motorcycle. He grasped the bottom of his helmet and pulled it up, his hair freed in the wind as a nice breeze came through as he inhaled it.

[M/N] turns off the motorcycle off, placing his helmet down as the black smoke brewing stopped and he got off his bike. His eyes scan the area then to the dead witch on the floor, blood and brain meat clung to his front wheel along with leaving a red line of blood. He got up, moving to look at the cauldron, he bends down and waved the left-over scent towards his face like a chef smelling his dish. 

Cherries, bone broth, leather and rocks? Maybe sharpie or something like that.

[M/N] pulled one of the wood pieces out from under it and saw smoke was still coming off it and smelled it too, "Ash wood, looked like I interrupted." He says as he placed the wood back under it before he looked to the witch's body, he bends down and he grabbed some of the gooey texture of brain and some of her blood, he throws it into the cauldron as the pot lit up again. [M/N] looked at it before moving and grasped the eyeball that was barely hanging in her skull and dropped it in, causing the water to bubble up. 

"Ostende quis, monstra mihi quid sit, ostende mihi magam pugnandam esse," [M/N] speaks in Latin and the water bubbles, and the fire grows from under it before the water turned white as it shows the images. 

The where was Japan and showing a School, his eyes look over it as it shows the what, a group of students walking to class with familiar uniforms. Sorcerer uniforms.

However, the boiling and bubbling stops, the fire went out as the witch was never shown. [M/N] scowls to himself, standing up and wiping the brain guts and blood on the nearest curtain as his phone rings. He sighs as he walked towards his bike, sitting on the seat as he answers.

"Report." The woman on the line says.

"I killed the witch with my motorcycle wheel," [M/N] says, "Oops"

"[M/N] Van Helsing!" Dolly shouts over the phone, "We needed her alive! We needed to question her personally and get what we can-"

"Chill," [M/N] says, "I used her pot thingy to find out who she was talking to, and it seems I interrupted her. I used it and found out where the stolen shit went-"

"Language-" Dolly says, "But continue."

[M/N] felt something fallen into his hair, his hand patted it down before plucking out the finger, a curse demon's finger and he gagged a bit, "Ugh, the stuff went to Japan and unfortunately they are targeting or going to hit or someone there is working as a witch."

"Japan and-?"

"They're part of the sorcerer society." [M/N] sighs as he pockets the nasty finger, "It just had to be them." [M/N] hated working with sorcerers, they were mostly snotty and asshole rich kids who got lucky with seeing curses and either used them for their own gain or just die.

Dolly was quiet over the phone before she sighs, "What was the uniform?"

"Why does it matter-?"

"Uniform, now."

"Navy colored, long sleeved and they had golden buttons with some sort of swirl on them." [M/N] replied, "Now that I got interviewed, I'll give you the directions here so the stuff can be plucked."

"Alright, come back to the Church and I'll see what tickets are on sale right now." Dolly says as [M/N] raises a brow.

"Why? Are we going to mail the finger or something?" [M/N] asked, "First class?"

"No, it looks like if this is far more important than we think, you would have to go protect those kids."

"WHAT?! ME?!"