Prologue

It starts with a fever, not unlike the sort that can be found among those who have caught the season’s flu. A lack of energy, everything feels so heavy, and all your muscles seem to take so much energy just to move a little. Collapsing, with so little energy the only way to go is down. At this point you’re brought to a hospital in a panic, no one can tell at this point that it’s already too late. Doctors and nurses try to catch up to the infection and figure out what is happening to you, racing to have a chance to beat what has already won.
The cocoon, the first and only unique symptom to tell them exactly what you have.Flaky skin gives way to oozing crackling flesh which entraps the body within it. There is an unpleasant sound the entire time the body is devoured, it can last as short an hour before the patient is lost inside. Gargling panicked sounds are never uncommon.When the cocoon is done making noises the patient is gone, they are declared deceased and the family is informed and allowed to grieve beside the fleshy mass.They don’t fight it, no one argues the diagnosis when they can see it with their own two eyes. They may scream how unfair it is, why did it happen to them, but there isn’t a person alive anymore who doesn’t know what cocoons lead to.
Horrible monsters, spawn of the demonic beasts that hide above the earth’s atmosphere, leading to them being referred to as Spawn. They had arrived only four years prior, but they had made themselves quite known. They had brought with them this disease to weaken the earth’s population, the Spawn would cleanse the earth and prepare it for their arrival. The thought of leaving their large ships must have been an insult, why would they ever need to dirty their own hands?
The earth would have already fallen if not for the hard work of two organizations. The first was the World Health Organization who was able to create the protocols for recognizing the cocoons and how to deal with them. They created informative ad campaigns and were able to capture the people’s hearts, making them all understand why their loved ones inside the cocoon must be destroyed.
The second group that saved the earth was the Magical Girl Initiative, or MGI, a world government sponsored program to create fighters able to combat the Spawn that crawl out from the cocoons. They managed a wide selection of girls who were grouped into separate units to cover selected areas. No one knew how they created the magical girls, but it was stated they were not human despite their appearance. Their faces don’t match any recorded people, and their blood tests as inhuman, thus the Magical Girl Initiative was allowed to continue operating in the shadows of people’s minds. People questioned them, sure, but they were their only defenses against the Spawn that had already matured and begun terrorizing towns. The girls themselves were popular enough to gain many fans. Under capitalism there wasn’t a chance people wouldn’t merchandize them. Lunch boxes, dolls, posters, autographs, the works!
The world is so thankful for their magical guardians! Perhaps one day the girls will even go into space and knock those ships out of the sky and send them racing back to wherever they came from.