Chapter 5 1824 October 11th The Village

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Liru's P.O.V.

Stella's hooves make no sound as they hit the ground, her wings folding at her sides as we are now less then a kilometer out and I can hear the sound of the hell hounds barking, Riptide and Killer, their liters already surrounding the village, ready to tear it apart. I can see the village as Stella begins to slows we near the entrance of the village men out with torches almost extinguished by the rain and wind some with rifles others with bows and arrows the rest with some form of farming tool. Most popular decision tonight seems to be a pitch fork.

Stella slows to a stop between Riptide, a hell-hound the size of a wolf with a skull stripped of any flesh with two large horns that went back diagonally and glowing yellow eyes, red fur even redder soaked in blood with it's bone spikes ripping out the back it's torso showing it's ribs with any missing fur, and Killer, a large black hell-hound that went up to my shoulders, it's fur creating a lion like main around it's head, glowing yellow eyes shining through it's sleek black fur.

I watched with a smirk on my face as people scramble back screaming at the sight of me, screaming things like death and monsters. So nothing new. I smile, my mouth full of sharp teeth as Τριφύλλι and Σπαθί finally catching up coming to a stop behind Riptide and Killer, and as much as I enjoy reveling in there free after everything they did to Jack, I'm not here for revenge, I'm here for answers, and a bit of revenge.

I bring up a finger to my lips and letting out a quiet "Shhhh." and surprisingly the humans listen as it echoes through the village on the stormy night, no surprise that the hounds back off a little but still snarling and snapping at them. I smile to myself looking them all over through the bottom of my hood before an icy rage flowing through my veins at their healthy looks remembering just how skinny Jack is.

I gently pat Stella's neck signaling to let me off and I feel her huff slightly before getting on her front knee's allowing me to hope off before she stands again intimidating the humans as she stares them down the flesh missing on one side of her jaw showing sharpened teeth, obviously unnatural for a horse.

I look over them on last time, the only sound is the thunder rumbling around overhead and the snarling and snapping of Riptide and Killer's liters. "Hello." I say my voice falsely comforting as it echoes around the village. "I've come for some… information, I guess you could say."

I begin to stalk forward and one of the gun wielders point his rifle at me and I put my hand up stopping the sudden advances of the hounds, shadows and Stella.

"N-now h-hold on," A tall lanky-ish looking man says in an accent thinker than Jack's. 'Mr. Blanchfield' a voice sounding like a terrified Jack. The icy rage turns to fire as I get flashes of his memories specifically the feeling of a metal belt buckle against his back. w-we don't w-want a-any trou-"

He gets cut off by multiple loud booms of thunder with lightning striking all around the village eliciting more screams from many of them.

"I said," Poisoned honey dripping from every word. "I've come for information. Specifically about the Mcloughlin's that were adopted."

The confusion that radiates from them is amusing, but also annoying. "Well?" I ask getting more annoyed by the second.

"Does anyone have answers? Or do I need to tear this place apart to get my answers." My voice is low, rumbling through each and everyone of their heads.

"Either way I will get what I came for, blood or no blood."

I begin to stalk forward again my eyes trained on the man, Blanchfield, in-front of me rifle shaking in his hands as he stutters in what I assume to be a poor attempt to sound intimidating voice, "S-STOP!"

I don't I just keeping stalking forward staring him down and with a particularly loud boom of thunder overhead, he fires straight into my chest, ripping through the parts of my shirt that showed through my cloak, although I remained unharmed it did knock me back a step. Two things happen all at once. One, both Stella and Σπαθί let out ground shaking roars while the hounds made a sound between a roar and a snarl and two, they all attacked the villagers at the same time.

I grab the scythe from my back and cut off Mr. Blanchfield's head in a single movement and I watch his body fall more annoyed then anything. I look around before shouting above the barking, screaming and gunshots that quickly died out as the hounds got to them,

"Αφήστε τους αθώους και τα παιδιά, τους ενόχους, γιορτάστε αν επιθυμείτε!"

I look around at the buildings trying to find the orphanage and begin to walk through the village, the hair raised on the back of my neck indicating that Τριφύλλι was right behind me. I held my scythe at my side as I walked through all the chaos that was happening, the rain washing the blood off until I come across a familiar building. I put the scythe back on my back as I look up at the orphanage a feeling in the back of my mind wants to rip it apart. I close my eyes focusing on the source of it, a little ball of green lightning shaking like a leaf.

"Jack," I breathe out in shock. I open my eyes again looking up at the building, the rage for this place bleeding from Jack was a bit suffocating as I think,

'It's alright πυγολαμπίδα, you never have to deal with this place again. So just… relax my love.'

I can feel it begin to fade as he relaxes and I quickly walk inside, Τριφύλλι right behind me. I look around before finding the master bedroom and looks around the room until I find a box of adoption papers under the bed and quickly begin to shift through them trying to ignore the rising headache from the memories attached to them getting flashes of them being signed and for some reason Mrs. Blanchfield was burning some but… missing one?

All of them had the name Mcloughlin but one is missing. Everything freezes as I come across the missed one.

Jameson Jackson Mcloughlin

I dropped the others as I stare at the name before quietly singing out,

"Look at this place, look at your faces

They're shining like a thousand shining stars."

As I finish the lyrics my mind is filled with flashes of a little boy with a silver tongue, barely learning how to speak before realizing what happens to his family if he does, his eldest brother? Jack told me that he only had brothers, perhaps one was born in the wrong body, teaching him how to walk while hanging onto his dress like a life line as he watched his own feet. I watched as the little boy falls asleep on all of his brothers, throwing a tantrum as the oldest adopted out against his own will. Watched until he was ripped away at the age of three. But it didn't stop there it stopped when those fucking monsters that took him from his family whip his back with the metal part of a belt at the age of s̭i̳͋x.

I look down at the paper scanning for the name, ignoring the booming thunder over head and lighting striking outside and the half dead plants inside growing out of control. I find the name and growl out in a bone chilling growl "D͕aly̥" the rage I forcefully stamp down it already having physical effects, the golden red scales surrounding my eyes and I can only imagine how my eyes look.

I quickly fold the paper and hide it in my cloak as I stand up walking out not noticing as Τριφύλλι seems to shiver before following me out. I go to leave but before I can something up stops me calling me upstairs. I take off the hood as I turn and walk to the stairs looking up, confused and even angrier as I stalk up the stairs the smell of blood flooding my sense of smell, Jacks to be precise, years and years of it. I walk through one of the rooms and climbing up to the attic and opening it and gets hit with a blast of cold air and I let out a low growl as I step up into the attic looking around seeing a small mattress made of old ratty pillows and blankets which splotches of dried blood and a few over grown bouquet of flowers that I gave him over the year, 'I wonder how they lasted this long'.

The entire area smells of him with a mix of mold and mildew from the rain ruined roof, walls and floor. There were holes in the ceiling which aloud for the wind and rain to hammer into attic space. His 'bed', if you could call it that, was tucked into a damp corner clearly the 'driest' of the entire room. I can only imagine what my eyes look like now as I ignore the rage burning through my veins.

I went over to his sleep area a shifted through the billows and blankets before finding a small metal box that had Jack's name carved into it and something carved out of it. It seemed to be made of some form of enchanted wood as I looked it over noticing little sigils lighting up when lightning flashes. I nearly drop it when I realize what it's from, the cult of malplena, the Void, I take a deep shaky breathe as I whisper out "Detruu." causing the sigils preserving it from time, break leaving no trace of it's connection to the void behind.

I pick it up as I look around the area on last time and I can here someone scramble into the building and up the stares to the second form and I can hear a hound following them. I stand up glaring at the entrance of attic as the person- no woman, Mrs. Blanchfield to be exact. She scrambles back on her single one hand as the hound, undoubtedly Riptide, the one who took her hand to begin with. She turns to gets up and freezes as she spots Τριφύλλι in the corner behind me as I glared down at her my horns beginning to form as I looked at the monster that dared called themselves a person.

"No." She whispers out as I begin to move towards her. I grin with no joy and all malice as I grabbed my scythe from my back. She begins to scream "DEMON! DEMON!"

"Oh shut up." In one movement I slice her from her shoulder and waist letting her fall back down to Riptide who proceeds to rip her apart as I grab the box before hopping down. I walk past Riptide giving him a pat on the back.

"Mi revidos vin poste Riptide." He lets out a small bark before going back to playing with his new chew toy and I put my hood up again my horns disappearing. I see Τριφύλλι grabbing Σπαθί by it's wild hair as it tries to swipe at people running by and I walk out next to them drawing Σπαθί's attention to me calming down as it sits like a dog, waiting. I let out a loud whistle calling for Stella and I can hear her roar one last time before seeming to appear in front of me getting down on her knee's and letting me get on.

When she gets up I look around the town one last time before patting her neck and she takes off like a light, the shadow creatures close behind. I can feel my rage leave me as I think about Jack back at home asleep, hopefully peacefully and I can feel my scales fade to skin hoping my eyes are back to normal as the field comes into view before fading away to the valley as Stella lets her wings out flying up then down to the island and before she even fully lands I hope off of her and take off running to the entrance of the castle shouting back to her.

"Sorry Stella I need to check on Jack!" I hear her laugh in the back of my head causing me to blush a bit as I run up the stairs.

"Don't worry little one, go check on your lightning bug." I will forever deny the blush that over took my face.

Thank you anti's_gauge on tumblr for translating

Translations

Club is Τριφύλλι

Spade is Σπαθί

"Spare the innocent and children, the guilty, feast on if you wish" is "Αφήστε τους αθώους και τα παιδιά, τους ενόχους, γιορτάστε αν επιθυμείτε!"

Destroy is Detruu

"I'll see you later Riptide" is "Mi revidos vin poste Riptide"