Deadly Petals for Her

Pavlín. A village of the southern Attican border outside of Athens. It was built after the war in Pallestra to serve as a home for both the Steel Saints and even war orphans. In fact, it was rebuilt, having been attacked by rogues who took advantage of the ravages from past wars. That also included past wars of the Saints. So, it would be one young lady's ambition, a gold-haired angel some would say, to stray others from the way of theft, and teach them "strength" and "affection". When that young lady felt the earth quake beneath her feet, she tucked a child in his bed and rushed outside of an abode. She looked up and noticed the day sky swallowed in a deep, black haze. This occasion made her feel ice slide down her spine, and it was her first impulse to check the open yard of the village.

There, near the entrance of the village, Aquila Yuna was met with the two men dressed in cloaks painted in the same color as the sky. Lumbering behind them were a mass of people wearing tattered clothing. Their bodies were as dark as shadows, and their eyes burned red against crumpled faces. That feeling in Yuna's back was familiar to her; those who stood before her radiated nothing but a desire of battle. One of the blighted figures gave Yuna a second of a gaze and lunged at her like a wild animal, crying out with a hoarse voice. It was quickly thrashed to the side, tossed like a lightweight bag in a gale. Two others followed with a scissoring leap for the girl's head. Yuna spun around and raised her leg at a high angle, a rotating kick unleashing another brush of powerful air to push back the plagued bodies. There was no hesitation to battle from her. In the back of her mind, she knew that this wasn't an ordinary fight.

Watching Yuna defend herself, one of the cloaked men, the so-called poet, let out a sigh. "Now, that's a good wind." There was delight in his gentle voice.

"Who are you?!" Yuna's brave glare aimed at the two cloaks.

"Huh? Now, Miss Yuna, you don't remember me?

"Miss Yuna?" Amidst a scene where darkness drowned the sky and Hell slowly crept to the surface, Yuna became puzzled by the casual flaunt of manners and a melodious voice. It didn't occur to her that she had to use her memory, but something told her that she might've heard the man's voice before. The poet shrugged his shoulders, took a step forward, and disappeared.

"Huh?!" Suddenly, Yuna felt tightness across her neck. An arm overlapped in black metal plates, a piece of armor, grabbed Yuna from behind and pulled her back. She felt her body next to another's, pinning against more armor. She was then squeezed by her waist; from behind, the poet was fully grasping her.

He whispered in her ear, "Listen Miss Yuna, if you want to live, don't interfere."

"I will not stand down to the ruthlessness."

"Ahh, you haven't changed at all."

"Look at you two fools. Cuddling like close friends," the other cloaked man expressed nothing more than disgust. "I knew you'd have a problem, why bother being revived anyway?" He raised his hand and curved it towards the direction of the inner village. Without hesitation, the lumbering black bodies made their way towards the houses.

"No! Stop!" Yuna cried out in resistance.

"You have two choices, damnit." The other cloak clenched his hand into a fist, his voice still directed towards his partner. "You kill her or I will. You won't like neither, especially the latter. I can offer both of you to my collection."

"I guess it can't be helped." The poet sighed again and Yuna felt her body become free. She spun around quick, and the poet had backed away to make distance between them.

"Miss Yuna, I've decided to take you to Hell with me." As this was said, the cloak was grasped and pulled off in one sweeping motion. A man with charming blue eyes and a sharp face was revealed. His short, upright hair was as gold as Yuna's; his body was wrapped in dark armor, intricate much like the warriors serving the mythological gods. A style much like fish scales overlapping each other. A low teal scarf wrapped his neck. "I'm sure you and I can set a couch somewhere and watch the other Saints fall into Yomatsu Hirasaka."

Yuna stood frozen as if she had forgotten the situation that she was in, including the bodies marching into the village. Through muddled thoughts, confused by disbelief, she achieved in saying only one word: "Amor?"

"Wa-ha!" The poet, a Saint, clapped his hands together, the glee he felt brought a wide grin to his face. "So you do remember me, Miss Yuna!"

"Then, that's-" Yuna looked over her shoulder to the other cloak, who would see her shocked look. Another man was revealed, dressed in black armor as well. The armor style differentiated between the two men; a jagged mask partially covered this man's face, but did not hide the long pink strands flowing from his hair.

His lips stretched into a wide, sadistic grin. "Schiller. Cancer Schiller." He was another Saint.

"Don't turn away Miss Yuna. Here I go!" Amor's words were unsettling and Yuna broke out of her shock, spun around to prepare herself into a fighting stance, and saw a strange scene. A large red swirl surrounded her, and shrouded her view of Amor. The next thing Yuna knew, adding to her confusion, there was a wafting, sweet scent. Her impulse told her to move her leg, but it bucked under her. She hit the ground on both knees and her body shook. The scent became strong in an instant, like a rush, so heavy that it stung her eyes and dizzied her. She looked up through one open eye, fighting to keep it open through her squinting face. Upon closer look, the red haze was nothing more but an assemblage of bright rose petals. In the poet's hand, he carried a fully blossomed red rose. In another moment, the petals fully enveloped Yuna. The body of the female Aqulia Saint completely collapsed. Amor looked over to his partner and pointed at him with his rose.

"There. Quick and painless,"

Schiller snorted. "I would've done better. She deserves to be in anguish."

"Rest in peace, my dear Aqulia Yuna." Pisces Amor pinned his arms and legs together and bowed at his waist. "I'll get you later, and then we can talk about the old days in Hell."

After the incident with Yuna, the village of Pavlin faced further commotion from the black, demonic bodies tearing through wood and brick. It was followed by the genuine cries of humans. Human children. Then, a large wind swept through; it roared, and the bodies ricocheted in different directions. Seeing that, Amor tightened his lips and looked down at the fainted Yuna, having wondered if he had awakened the fury of Aqulia. She looked tranquil, and Amor thought nothing more than complete confidence within his amazing Royal Demon Rose technique. Aqulia Yuna was dead for sure, he believed.

Then, the Pisces Saint screamed, his body being catapulted in the air by this new wind. "Whoa!" The red petals were blown off of Yuna as well. Her mouth quivered.

"Guh!" Cancer Schiller groaned and doubled over, feeling a strong blow against his lungs. When he looked down, he saw some kind of round-shaped weight. He did not understand the meaning. He then looked ahead, and saw a multitude of chains flying towards him.