Disclaimer: Claymore belongs to Norihiro Yagi, not me.
Chapter 2
A Cold Wind Will Blow Through Your Door.
The goddess of the organization, the unquestioned Queen of all Claymores, didn't know what to do with herself. All she kept thinking of was the fact that she still retained some of her sanity. Just enough to keep the yoma in her from taking over.
She separated from Ermita as soon as they arrived at the organization, retreating to her private quarters.
She closed the door, staked her claymore on the floor and sat down, not troubled by the darkness that covered her room. The monster in her was content in the dark, and she knew she'd need to remain calm for what would happen next.
The whole trip back to the organization consisted of long silences in which Galatea ignored her handler and tried, desperately and fruitlessly, to find her lover's yoki.
But she found no signs of her. Galatea could sense claymores all over the continent, fighting yoma in the south and east. She even felt the Kakuseisha sent to the organization by Isley, making their way to the east. She knew they were a day away and that she had a tough battle ahead of her.
She didn't care though. She had resolved to fight without any intention to salvage her sanity. That didn't matter to her anymore. She resolved that, while this life was hers, she would fulfill the purpose for which it was designed. However, she would not be cautious or try to safeguard her life. She simply couldn't care anymore.
She had to give up on her faith. If there was anyone with the certainty that holding hopes for her lover's return was futile, it was her, the eye of the organization.
So, as anyone who's suffered an obsession, that human emotion that only served her poorly, she indulged for one last time. One last chance to look for her lover. One last chance to remind herself that her life was not just a sequence of events unraveling.
In the dark of her room, the omnipresent claymore tried. Tried and failed. Searched, but to no avail.
She once heard tales of claymores crying. Of warriors so in touch with the human in them, they could feel as one. Until that day, she just regarded those tales as myths. But, just like the goddess that she was, she became a part of that myth.
The loss of her lover was a pain she didn't want to endure. Something she didn't know how to handle, which only provoked her tearful reaction.
The tears kept flowing from her eyes as she began to reminisce, looking at the past for the moments of her life that now, would forever be gone.
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Short chapter again. Sorry :'D The next one should be a bit longer, but not that much. However, I'm sure that they will grow in length as the story deepens. Thanks for reading and thanks to those who reviewed.