An 18-year-old boy clad in white and gold armor is pointing his longsword with a gold hilt to me, his expression is grim and angry. I covered half of my face with my right fan and annoyingly looked at him.
"Hi, Mr. Angel Descendant."
Damn it, this is too much of an aftermath to deal with!
"The fuck is with this timing." I silently muttered under my breath as I watched the glaring boy pointing his longsword at me. Even with such a beautiful figure in front of me, I felt the hair at the back of my neck standing.
His silver hair which shone like gold whenever it reflects the sunlight still looked the same even after all these years. Those amber eyes that was said to be the light who eliminates demons reflected the fire that was burning with revenge and hatred within his heart. His skin was not as fair as a baby's, and it was filled of old scars that have been the product of his fights. He was not frail, but not that bulky either, however, his standing figure was like of a knight who experienced more than a hundred years of war, contrary to his age.
It was strong, but lonely.
But now's not the time to think about that.
I gripped my fans and prepared to slash it towards his direction when in a flash, the tip of his sword almost cut my neck if I wasn't able to block it with my right fan. Although I was able to stop it, the force of his slash was more than enough to send me flying meters away. While on the air, he continued to barrage me with his sword attacks and I had to grit my teeth as I continued to block it with my fans.
"Die, demon." It was not a scream, but the anger in his voice was so loud as it reached my ears, making me feel chills on my body. The force from his sword got stronger as it went faster than before, and I immediately felt wounds all over my body since I was having a hard time to catch up with the sudden change of his blade's movements.
The exhaustion from the magic I used up earlier was starting to get to me, not to mention that I still didn't get proper sleep for how many days. I knew that my concentration was already waning, but I should not collapse. Not yet.
"Sorry, Mr. Angel descendant, but it seems like your wish remains hopeless." I deliberately unleashed a portion of my power, even if it was almost drained, and directed a huge amount of bloodlust to him. He flinched with the weight of my power and I smirked.
That reaction was more than enough.
I blocked his incoming sword with my left fan and raised my right leg to kick him in the chest. It took him by surprise and I used that time to slash my right fan, sending a strong wind and explosion to his direction which made blew him away.
Without time to rest, I slashed both fans to the ground, creating a stronger wind from which launched me upwards, almost making me reach the clouds. With the remaining blood from my previous wounds, I teleported myself back to the slums of the city of Luriya, the city of light.
True to its name, the streets were filled with light, even if it's already deep into the evening. I clutched my chest when I felt my heart painfully beating on my chest. In just a second, my kimono changed into a white flowy dress and I could sense my appearance reverting back to my silver-gray hair and amethyst eyes.
I tried to summon a disguise, but my magic was too drained that I can't conjure anything anymore. My vision was also starting to blur and my strength was being taken away from my body.
Damn it, I held onto my demon form for too long.
But there's no way that I would die here.
I mean, I won't die but I'd rather not lose consciousness in this place.
That angel descendant... He'll probably find me.
No, he'll definitely find me.
As if on cue, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rising as I felt a familiar presence hovering above me. In just a second, the same man with silver hair has his sword pointed at my neck. I tried to move, but everything just felt tiring, so I calmly looked at the tip of the blade which was about to cut my head.
"Miss? Are you okay?" Much to my surprise, he retracted his sword and sheathed it to his scabbard. He kneeled in front of me and though his amber eyes were not of concern, at least he was it was not filled of recognition and contempt from before.
"Who caused you these wounds, miss? Did you perhaps see a woman wearing a midnight blue dress passing by?" He continued to ask me and I stared at him for a few seconds. As I stared at his kneeling figure, I felt the urge to kill him.
He looked defenseless and if I move now, I could finally keep him off my tail.
However, before I could move and summon the last bit of my energy, a memory of a small boy resurfaced on my mind.
He was sitting on the grassy ground, with his amber eyes glistening with tears. Fresh blood was flowing from his knees as he continues to clutch them tight with his small and smooth hands. His silver hair was fluttering as the gentle breeze blew. One hand reached out to him, caressing his soft hair, while the other was pointed on his knees which glowed into a soft light. In a second, I saw how the wound closed. The same hand which healed the boy reached out for a handkerchief and wiped the remaining blood which oozed out from the closed wound.
In that time, the boy stopped crying and was looking amazed to the hand's owner. He brightly smiled and that's when I realized that his eyes were directed to mine.
My mind snapped back to the present and the silver-haired man was still staring at me.
Ah... I see.
That's right. He was once that child.
The killing intent inside me died down and I felt my rationality coming back.
Right, even if I would try to kill him, there's a bigger chance that I'd fail and I would just expose myself.
"Miss?" He asked me again and I just slowly blinked at him. I opened my mouth to try and answer him but my throat felt hoarse, causing me to just come out with an strange sound. I tried to clear my voice and slowly tried to talk again.
If he can't recognize me... Then...
"I saw a woman... She ran away to that side." I slowly lifted my arm to point the way out of the alley and the man simply stared at that direction. He tightly gripped the hilt of his sword and was about to go when I tugged the end of his chest plate, surprising both him and me.
What... am I doing?
However, before I could even say something or continue thinking, my exhaustion reached its peak, which caused my sight to spin and I blacked out.