A/N: this is my first fiction, so be nice…tell my mistakes and I will try to be better. I will try to update once every one or two weeks, this is my last year in university so I believe you understand.

Italics: memories

"Dialogue"

'Inner thoughts'

Disclaimer: CURTESY OF NORIHIRO YAGI …..whom I really hate right now…

Chapter one: ichor, blood of the gods

A loud noise was heard; steel meeting steel, sparks and debris flying around as the three figures approach the place of battle. One of them had short hair, the other shoulder length hair and the last figure had waist length straight hair. "You are kidding me right? What are these two ridiculously amounts of yoki?" the short haired said, Noel. "What can we do in the face of these two monsters? This is beyond us" Sophia said. "Yes indeed, both sides have enormous amount of yoki but only one of them is stronger than the other but…whose is it? There is too much yoki too tell" Irene answered.

As they approached the battle scene they were awed by the dancing of blades, sword fighting equal to no other.

"Is that Priscilla? Irene? Is she...?", "No, she can still turn back, we can still save her but who can stop her?"And then Teresa with incredible agility and speed sliced Priscilla's shoulder guards. Priscilla fell to the ground begging for Teresa to end her life. " please…mama….papa…..yoma…"

"Pity, Teresa said, I had mercy on you back at the town, and now….oooh…such a pity…I am sorry" she whispered and as she was about to kill her she sensed that Priscilla was about to chop off her arms. 'oh shit' she thought and on the last minute she let go of her sword. Teresa saw the blade of Priscilla going for her head coming from her left and on the last minute she dove right.

"TERESAAAAA" the scream of Clare was heard throughout the plateau. Teresa may have tried to evade but she didn't make it unscathed. Priscilla's sword had cut half her neck leaving a river blood turning the white uniform of a warrior into crimson red.

Teresa fell, the dry soil with gluttony absorbing her blood. An inhuman scream was heard and four pair of eyes watched as Priscilla transformed into an awakened being, their eyes wide full of fear and surprise. 'I was certain the Teresa would survive this. Was I wrong? The girl really did soften her heart. O what have I done?'Irene thought, but the only thing she could do was to watch the horrible sight before her.

Priscilla's yoki throwing dust and debris into the sky and surroundings. As the dust was setting they saw something coming out of their worst nightmares. A purple one-horned beast. Her eyes vacant, staring into something only she could see. As they watched she started to speak.

"What...? There was no need to hold this back… I didn't know it felt this good… I want to eat some guts"Suddenly she started walking towards the remaining warriors.

"I want to tear open the stomachs of living humans, plunge my head into their blood-filled intestines leave no traces of meat behind and savor every organ..."

A speed moving figure passed Clare. Irene attacked Priscilla but she was parried by her, Irene was thrown away, kneeling and missing her left arm. Mocking her Priscilla said "Irene, it seems you are missing an arm...Ooohh here it is…you should keep your belongings. Here" and she threw it at her.

Two figures moved towards Priscilla, intending to kill her, but she raised her arm, extending her fingers she impaled them, killing Sophia and Noel.

"NOEL! SOPHIA!"

"You all want to kill me? But probably you can't" Priscilla disappeared from sight appearing in front of Irene cutting her down.

Claire stood frozen, fear, anguish and a will to believe that all this is just a nightmare written on her face. Then Priscilla walked towards Claire saying "I am hungry after all this moving. Well then I must get going."

Insignificant.

Priscilla passed Claire not even sparing her a glimpse. She stretched her wings and flew towards unknown.

The skies begun to blackened, as clouds started to gather and a drop of rain falling to the ground, followed by many others.

Clare watched her fallen angel. Her vision blurry from tears and rain. She stood, her feet unsteady, shaking. She approached her body. The white of her uniform was no more but instead it was crimson red. Her blood had also painted the earth red.

Clare kneeled over Teresa, turning her head towards her she saw the hideous wound, blood was still flowing. She hugged Teresa's body and she cried and the heavens mourning along her. Some time passed and Clare had no more tears. An idea came to her, so she tried to move Teresa's body but unfortunately she was too heavy for her. And then she remembered what that yoma has said to her before Teresa saved her: oooo can I tell you how the claymores are made? They put the blood of a yoma into a claymore. So do not make them saints for they are the same as me. 'No, she was nothing like you.'

Clare looked for something to place Teresa's blood. So she unbuckled the shoulder guards. Lifting Teresa's head she placed one of them below her neck and the blood slowly filling the metal. The girl rose from her position on the ground "I am sorry, but…I hope you will understand" she whispered and then she turned and run away, looking for a man in black.

2 weeks later

A figure was lying on a bed. The sheets were made from many materials of different kind and color. Her wavy blond hair, like a halo framing the pillow. She stirred from her deep slumber and then she opened her eyes, her silver eyes.