"Is the forbidden ritual procedure ever kissing?"
A state employee's cheeks turned red, greeted by Ell's snort. He shrugged.
Not far away, in a room, a shadowy figure cast a red aura around Ahio and Fathur. Sharp claws ready to tear the body.
Fathur glared, the next with force breaking a one-sided kiss of the angel of death.
He looked up. "Very good, you summoned the Ghost Monster."
Ahio's forehead furrowed. "Darius' aura is gone, it's not getting stronger even though a ghost monster has appeared." she thought.
A reaper ducked backward to was right under the Ghost Monster's grip.
"You're back."
Ahio's words were met with a ferocious roar.
"GRAHHH!!!"
Ahio was shocked, reflexively jumped, and bringing her lower back hit the edge of the ward bed. The wound was under the angel of death's stomach disturbed until it was bleeding.
"Ouch!"
A towering Fathur little flick Ahio's head, suddenly a death angel's chest tightened, the world spun. Ahio rebelled. Writhing occasionally panting.
"Sick..."
The approaching ghost monster pulled Ahio's spirit, the sensation of the spirit being pulled was very painful. Now, is true torture.
"Ha...' Ha... h... Ha'..."
An angel of death glared, mouth wide open, a pupil bulging almost well out of place. The process of removing the soul of the angel of death is exactly that of being skinned alive.
The torture lasted half an hour, during which time Ahio's tears flowed and saliva dripped as a result of intense death.
In the end, after a series of tortures, Ahio lay lifeless on the cold floor with his mouth wide open, a Eyes bulging red, and a Body stiff.
Fathur bent down and picked up Ahio to put him in the ward. He rubbed a face of the angel of death so that her eyes would close and his mouth would close.
Fathur turned to gently stroke Ahio's face. "Thanks for pulling me back. Besides, I have indeed a lot of things to do."
"Ahem."
A small dragon shadow interrupted Fathur. A dragon's small tail wagged. "She'll sleep all week."
Fathur's skin segments, cells, tissues, and facial features merge to form Darius Acier's facial features. "Make sure she feels taste the pain of those she has killed."
Darius, who was 'wearing' Fathur's body, pressed the button with his thumb and turned away at the same time as the glass closed, trapping the angel of death.
***
"Damn, I have to argue first before I'm allowed to visit Ahio...?"
"And now I'm tired."
Lian grumbled into the room Ahio was locked up in.
Bang!
Zebua's only child blinked and looked back. "God damn, locked!?" she said frantically checking the door. The angel of life was annoyed which is vented with kicking the metal object.
"Fuck."
Lian grumbled, slicing the veins in her hand. Blood was seeping out, it was gushing not dripping.
"Ah!"
Lian pointed an Index Finger at the door. A straight beam is absorbed into the metal layer. Lian drags away her body hard.
She looked up. "Hah... We're trapped." It was quite frustrating for an only child to turn around to see Ahio lying weak.
Bang!
Lian kicked Ahio's ward once, and an angel of life frowned. "Hey, wake up!"
Twice the ward was kicked, a great level of force in each foot strike.
"Hey, this isn't it funny that you died!?"
Lian started to panic. Until finally a sound was heard.
"Lian Zebua. Listen carefully. Ahio Isme will sleep for about a week as an exchange rate for carrying out the soul separation ritual. Separating the soul makes it easier for you to carry out angelic duties. The second soul acts as a representative whose only duty is to carry out angelic duties. You must also do this ritual, Miss."
Lian's eyebrows knit together, without bothering to turn her head she looked at Ahio through Pupil Eye movement.
"Explain the ritual procedures first."
Throughout the explanation Lian didn't breathe, even so, she nodded considering the benefits of carrying out the ritual.
Zebua's sole heir gulped when he saw Ell enter as a ritual leader.
"Be a gentleman please..."
Lian didn't whine or beg, she only anticipated.
***
It's been a week since Ahio and Lian 'slept'. According to calculations, the two angels should wake up.
"So when does she wake up?"
Lian handed Fathur a handkerchief, which the shaman looked at in confusion. "What do you want me to do?"
"She's covered in sweat. Clean it!" snorted the sole heir.
Fathur did not take any unnecessary actions, immediately took a handkerchief, pressed the button, and the tube glass opened.
"This is the first time I've seen someone sleeping covered in sweat. She looks more like someone working hard rather than sleeping." Lian frowned in confusion.
The door opened to reveal Jarvas wearing a formal jacket wrapped in a pin with a combination of stars and the zodiac sign Cancer 69.
He came with a tray of food. "Incoming energy service."
Lian smiled and approached Jarvas, impatient to eat food. "Thank You."
An angel of life bowed respectfully, full of typical princess manners as taught by her ancestors but was not often used except for important moments.
"Eunggh."
Ahio's eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times to adjust to the incoming light.
The angel of death was transfixed by Fathur, who was like a strong magnet pulling the angel of death near.
Fathur ignored and nonchalantly wiped the sweat on Ahio's arm which spread down to the angel of death's stomach.
"Hahaha, ticklish!"
Ahio reflexively pushed Fathur.
Lian stared. "Oh, you're finally awake. Let's eat." The angel of life's mouth bulged full of food.
"After this we are free. They just want to meet one more time," continued Lian enthusiastically.
Ahio nodded and was about to get up only to be held back by Fathur. "Stay here," said the shaman.
'He gave off a dense aura. If it's like this, I'll get goosebumps.'
Ahio nodded having no other choice. She was afraid killed by Fathur's aura.
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