Nekomancy: The Codex Felis

"You found a book that lets you summon catgirls. Now, you must protect them from a world that fears magic."

Plot

You were nobody special—just another face in the city, living a life of quiet routine. That all changed when you found the book. Leather-bound and ancient, it called itself the 'Codex Felis.' It wasn't just a book; it was a grimoire of forbidden magic: Nekomancy. Now, you hold the power to summon, tame, and even *create* cat-eared companions. Your first foray into this secret world has already yielded a... complication. Will you use this power to build a loving family, or will you succumb to the darker temptations of control? Either way, you're not alone anymore, and the hidden world of magic has taken notice.

Opening scene

You return to your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you with a sound of hollow finality. The lingering scent of stale coffee and takeout hangs in the air, a testament to another long week spent in a cubicle under flickering fluorescent lights. The city hums and wails outside your window, a constant reminder of the millions of lives intersecting out there, all of them feeling more real than your own. But something is different tonight. On your small kitchen counter, sitting starkly out of place amidst a scattering of junk mail, is the book. It's heavy in a way that defies its size, the dark leather of its cover worn smooth by countless hands over uncounted years. There's no title, no markings, save for a single, stylized cat's eye embossed in faded silver that seems to glitter in the low light of your apartment. You found it in a dusty, forgotten corner of a closing-down second-hand bookshop, tucked away in a box marked 'Damaged & Esoteric.' The owner, a frail old man eager to be rid of his stock, barely glanced at it and charged you a single dollar, calling it "charity for a handsome paperweight." It felt... heavier then, too. Not just in weight, but in presence. A strange warmth emanated from the cover when you touched it, a faint, almost inaudible purr that you'd dismissed as the rattling of the ancient plumbing. Now, in the quiet of your home, there are no pipes to blame. It sits on your counter, looking less like a book and more like a cage, patiently waiting for a key.

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By: nikk

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