"Ufufu." – Saying out loud.
'Ufufu.' – Thought.
[Ufufu] – Sacred Gear.
[Ufufu] – Ddraig/Albion/Beast speaking.
Midnight VI: I am Free
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"Hey, hey, what the fucking hey!?" A rather loud and obnoxious voice shouted as I pushed open the large double doors of the Church. "Let me tell you something, you little slutty Fallen Angel bitch – I will do what I want to do, when I want to do it! Not when some daft broad tells me to! Especially if it was something I wanted to do anyway! That makes me feel like I'm just a little bitchy servant! Huh!?"
"W-well… I just told you what she…" A familiar voice said a moment later, but the voice from before shouted back, drowning out her voice.
"Do I look like I fucking care, you little slutty bitch!?"
I looked between the two speakers with a calm apathetic look on my face. The first speaker was male judging by his voice, so it was obvious that it was the white haired red eyed young man in the room, wearing the white priestly robes. The other speaker was Mittelt, who looked a bit concerned and angry.
"Why must I do this…?" I muttered underneath my breath as I approached the two. Mittelt noticed me first and turned towards me. "So, this was what your call was about? Some grumpy stray exorcist complaining about work?"
"Y-yes." Mittelt answered, rushing over towards me. "He's a bit of a psycho, and frankly, I could care less about him, but he is the best stray exorcist here, so because of your orders…"
"Hm, I see." I whispered walking over towards the stray exorcist. Earlier, I had called Mittelt and told her to have the strongest stray exorcist they had prepare to leave to do a few chores for me, but it appears as if that strongest stray exorcist was a bit unstable. "Where's Asia-chan?" I asked without looking back at the Fallen.
"W-well…" She hesitated a bit in telling me, but with but a sharp glance, she hurried to speak. "S-she was the easy bit! But, I knew that this crazy guy here would be difficult… so I didn't tell her yet."
"Gotcha." I spoke in a flat tone as I yawned into my hand. It was pretty late in the day – nearly dark too – so I was just getting ready to enjoy a nice hot soak in the tub, but before I could do so, I had received a call from Mittelt. That was the reason I was here. "Then, what's your problem? Can't do a simple job like this?" 'Judging by his earlier words, then he should be a bit more than happy to do this. But he isn't. I wonder why?'
"Fallen or not, I don't take orders from just any broad I walk past! Does it look like I'm some sort of sub-type?" The man barked out. "Instead, I'd rather just turn that Fallen slut of a bitch around and jab her not-so softly in the back side and then make my way out to deal with this stupid shit you call a job, that I would be oh so happy to do without being told to like I'm some kind of weak ass bitch! And Freed Sellzen is not a weak ass bitch!"
I stared at Freed with irritation. I let loose a short agitated sigh as I placed my hand over my face. 'You were right Mittelt-chan; he is pretty crazy.'
I looked up at the sneer he had on his face and promptly ignored the looks he was sending down towards my chest, as he tried to get a good enough view to look down the cloth to catch a glimpse of my breasts. "Just go and do what you were told, you pathetic idiot." I drawled.
"Hahaha, no way you flat board of a bitch!" Was his reply.
'Can I kill him? Like, seriously?'
Clamping my mouth shut before I said that out loud, I glared into his eyes. He wasn't really affected by my glare, but that didn't surprise me; intimidation doesn't seem to work on those who aren't mentally stable.
"Fine then. It appears as if you don't want to do this simple task because you were told to – but if left on your own, you would do it either way. Is that right?"
"Of course it is you little dipshit! Have you been listening to what I have been saying!?" Stamping his foot, he looked down on me. "Of course, if you want to spend a bit of extra time with me, why don't we ditch the Fallen slut and go get some privacy? I can teach you what you'll be doing when you're older, little kid." The crazy exorcist before me could barely contain his laughter in as he spoke with a rasp. "Of course, that is if your retarded parents haven't taught you all you needed to know already!"
'…My parents, huh? Parents; a man and a woman who raise a kid or kids. Those two? Hmph. They simply played the part of a parent.' Looking down at the ground, my hair fell over my eyes, obstructing them from view. Closing my eyes slowly, I slowed my breathing.
"Oh, what's this? Is the little brat crying?" His laughter rang out after the comment, but I ignored it.
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A child was sitting down, her knees against the ground. Bruises covered her pale skin and her short golden blonde hair, which was almost a platinum in color, was messy and disheveled. Her eyes were a beautiful gold, almost as if they were made out of actual gold. Tears could be seen in the eyes, nearly spilling out and her mouth was slightly agape.
Before her, the only light that appeared in the room she was in, came from outside the room – a light originating from the hallway. Two figures stood off to the side, staring down at her, but she could not make out their expressions. Slowly, the door was closed. The light shining on her slowly disappeared, starting from the left and moving over to the right.
The sound of the door closing was heard, and the girl was left in total darkness.
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"You know nothing, human." I muttered.
"Huh?" Freed breathed out with a curious look etched onto his face, with a slight tilt of his head. "What did you say, little crybaby?" I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. I calmed myself down, my beating heart returned to normal. I was fine. I was okay. I was free.
"If you want this to be a challenge; then so be it." Looking back up at him, I announced as such.
"A challenge?" He echoed with a sneer. "How would such a tiny little bitch like you make the great Freed feel a challenge? Instead of that, why don't you-"
Without him realizing it, without Mittelt even noticing, my fingers spread itself across Freed's face. Grasping his face with my small hands, I pulled his head down, so that I could stare into his eyes mere inches apart from my own. His words cut off as he realized our close proximity and his eyes widened in surprise and slight fear at the movement.
"Shut up." I ordered in a low monotone. "And listen." I waited a few moments so that his tiny brain could process my words, and then pushed him away. He tripped backwards from my push and had nearly fallen down from it, but he had managed to catch himself by grabbing one of the pews beside him. He looked at me with a look of astonishment. I continued. "We will fight. One-on-one. If you win, you may do whatever you wish to me. If I win, you will do whatever I say. How is the prize for your victory? Is it to your liking?" With a soft smile, I patiently waited for him to process my words. Then, he smiled widely.
"Basically, what you're saying…" He said, standing back up to his full height. "That when I kick your ass to the curb, I get to do whatever I want to you?" He laughed. "That sounds easy! In fact; I could do it with my bare hands – no, blind folded, drugged, and without arms!" I almost scoffed at his absurd claim, but I managed to contain myself. Instead, I let a thin smile spread itself across my face.
"I am pleased that you are happy with these conditions… now then, you may use whatever weapon you have on you, while I use… yes, I shall go with this." Slipping my hand into my yukata, I pulled out a small, straight object that was a light tan in color.
"...A fan? Seriously?" Mittelt exclaimed.
"Not just any fan." I shook my head. "A folding fan!" With a small motion, I opened the fan up, which revealed white petals floating against a black backdrop.
"…" Mittelt didn't say anything as she began to hold her head as if she was in pain. I closed the fan and lowered my hand.
Freed, on the other hand, could barely contain in his laughter. "This is going to be so easy! A fucking fan? Your serious bitch? Hahahah! This is going to be fun! I get to kick the ass of a flat as fuck, little ass bitch, and then I get to do whatever I want! You better prepare yourself; cause I'm coming in hard and rough!"
He pulled out the handle of a sword, though it was missing a blade and crossguard and a futuristic-looking gun from inside his robe. A moment later, a beam of light sprung up out of the handle, revealing it to be a sword of light. The gun most likely could shoot bullets of light, merely from being associated with the sword. Standard exorcist gear, in any case.
"Very well; let this challenge commence." Without waiting any longer, I announced the start of the battle. Smiling widely, Freed didn't need to be told twice. Quickly running towards me, proving his speed was the same as that of a Low-class Devil Knight, possibly even greater, he rushed towards me, his sword raised, aiming for a downward slash.
I closed my eyes.
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A drop of blood fell down, quickly followed by another, and another, until it formed a small puddle. But even then, the blood did not stop falling. Drip, drop, drip, drop. From one drop to another drop. It wouldn't stop dripping and it wouldn't stop dropping. Drip, drop, drip, drop. From a small puddle to a large one. Until, finally, an arm fell down, the back of the hand smashing against the puddle.
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I opened my eyes. Freed was right in front of my face, his sword of light raised to cut me down. He swung down – however, at the last moment, he twisted his arm back and off to the side and cut the air horizontally towards me. The downward strike – it was merely a feint used to catch me off guard.
Though he was slightly confused and surprised as to why I had not reacted to his feint, he continued the slash towards me. Perhaps not his smartest decision.
I eyed the sword of light with slight indifference. 'I could use the fan for this, but let's save the reveal for the gun.' I thought to myself in a bland tone.
As the light reached only a few inches away from my neck, I bent down, dropping down closer to the ground, and ducked underneath the sword. The moment that the light passed over my head, I reached up with my left hand and grasped his arm at the elbow and jumped. Swinging my body around his arm, so that I was now facing the ground and facing the same direction as him, I kicked out with my right leg, hitting him in the face, or rather forehead, with my knee. Before he could even so much as take a step backwards, I pushed my arm forward and used the force to spring up into the air. Twisting around slightly, I kicked forward with my left leg this time and smashed the back of his head with my foot, knocking him forward and down to the ground, as I continued to do a spin in midair.
As he landed on the ground rather painfully, I landed gracefully on my feet after doing a spin in the air. With a small motion, I opened up my folding fan and used it to cover my mouth, to hide my growing smile.
"What is this, Freed-chan? Already down on the ground? I thought you were stronger than this. You must really be the sub-type if you keep this pitiful display up."
"Shut it, you bitch… I was just going easy on your little ass! I didn't want to break you yet…" Getting up, he turned around towards me. Raising his sword and pointing his gun at me, he smirked. "But, I guess I'll just have to make do with a broken body riddled with bullet holes, huh!?"
With a soft click, a bullet of light was fired off towards me, without so much as a bang. Regular guns were infamous for their loud noises when used – even a silencer only lowered it by so much, to the point that it is still quite loud. Though it depends on the silencer used and the gun, I guess…
Either way, these guns were different. For starters, they don't shoot ordinary bullets; but bullets of light. Secondly, they make no sound when fired, so they can be used in covert missions. I even used one once when I was bored, and it was fairly fun.
Though I was actually a horrible marksman.
As the bullet of light traced a path towards me amidst the air, I tilted the folding fan I was holding. When the bullet reached me, I used the opened fan to redirect its trajectory, and sent it flying off towards the wall behind me, just with a simple motion of my wrist.
Freed gasped in surprise at seeing this, but it did not hold him back from firing again. And again. Each attempt only awarded him the same result. Whether he shot once, or twice at a time, each bullet of light was redirected towards the wall. Each bullet of light only stayed in contact with my opened folding fan for but a mere moment, but even so, I was easily able to redirect its trajectory away from me.
Mittelt was confused from watching this exchange while Freed was angrier than he was surprised. His face red from anger, it was clear that he was losing his cool.
"Why – won't – you – get – shot – you – damn – Loli – bitch!?" Shouting each word after each bullet fired, he gnashed his teeth together. I smiled in simple enjoyment.
"That is easy to answer, though are you sure you just aren't a terrible shot?"
Shouting out something unintelligible, Freed rushed towards me faster than what he had done earlier. Reaching me in around one or two seconds, he swung his sword down at me diagonally from my left. Without taking my eyes away from his face, I moved the fan to intercept as I closed it with a single tap of my finger. Thinking that his sword of light was going to easily cut through my weak and pathetic fan, he smiled gleefully – until the fan cut through his sword of light, turning into something more akin to a knife than a sword.
The light that had sprouted out from the handle – it was viciously cut and warped apart, leaving only a small bit of light shooting out from the handle. The cut off part dissipated much like a light turning off. Freed continued his swing with an incredibly confused expression on his face mixed in with his previous smile. The short beam of light hardly even came close to cutting through my clothing.
"Wha- what just…" Mittelt muttered from off to the side, but this caused Freed to erupt in anger from his confusion in what had just happened. Unfair towards her, but…
"Shut the fuck up, you slutty Fallen bitch!" Roaring this towards her, he took his eyes off of me. Smiling dangerously, I did not let him off the hook from becoming distracted from the fight, if you could even call it that.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I hooked my left arm around his right and kicked out towards his leg. His head turned back towards me at the contact, but he could do nothing as I twisted him around and flipped him over my figure and down onto his back.
With a hard bang, he hit the ground with a short shout of pain.
"Don't take your eyes off your opponent, or you'll end up dead." Saying this, I giggled as I jumped back, dodging a bullet of light aimed at my head.
"Damn bitch!" Scrambling up onto his feet, he charged at me again. This time, I simply dodged each swing of his sword with a simple step away from the sword of light. He shot at my thigh, but I twirled out of the way with a slight giggle.
"You asked earlier how each bullet of light was redirected away from me, right?" I ducked underneath a swing, before jumping up over a second. Before I could land back down to the ground, he fired his gun at me, but by bending backwards midair, I was able to just barely dodge the bullet of light. Pressing the palms of my hand against the ground, though I still held onto the fan with my right hand, I pushed up into a backflip and landed on the ground a few feet away from Freed.
"So what!? Just say it or not you little whore!" He ran towards me and swung his sword of light down at me.
"My, my. No manners." Holding my left hand up to my mouth, I spun my body to the side as Freed's sword of light missed me by a few mere inches. Before he could raise it back up, I struck out with my right foot and kicked him in the wrist, causing him to drop the handle. The light springing out of it retracted as it hit the ground.
Before Freed could react, I jumped up, and kicked out towards him from the side, slamming him in the nose with my left leg. Making a small noise from the pain, Freed was thrown back, blood streaming out of his nose as it bent awkwardly to his right. He crashed into one of the still standing pillars, causing cracks to split across it, much like a ripple in water.
"The answer is simple: my fan possesses quite a unique power, shall we say?" Holding up the fan, I opened it back up with but a simple touch of my fingers.
"Your stupid… fan?" Freed mumbled out as he dislodged himself from the pillar he had been blasted into. Blood ran down his forehead and his nose, but he ignored it. Coughing up some blood, he spit out a tooth that had fallen out. "Fuck." He cursed underneath his breath as he struggled to stand back up.
"Yes. Simply put, it's a failed Artificial Sacred Gear – it cannot use a Balance Breaker, nor does it possess a particularly strong power… it can easily be resisted if the right amount of force is applied. It cannot become stronger." I paused for a moment to watch Freed and Mittelt's reactions. They were both shocked to hear this; the surprise was obvious on their faces due to their wide eyes and opened mouths that just screamed 'oh shit, what a twist'. "Of course." I scoffed into my left hand. "All four failures that I possess don't really possess a name. After all, why name a failure? Only one actually works properly." Raising my left hand to the middle of my chest, I closed it into a ball, as if I was gripping something. "Now that I've told you this, what do you want to do?" I lowered my hand, returning it down to my side. "Surrender? Fight?" Smirking, I tilted my head to the side and awaited his answer.
"Surrender?" This time, it was Freed who was scoffing. "Why the Hell would I want to do such a boring thing? Why quit… when it's obvious… that I'm going to be the one kicking your ass into next week and onto my bed, you damn little bitch! The Hell I'll just stay down! I'm not going to quit until I wipe that miserable smirk off of your face!"
"Oh, I see." I replied back in a monotone too low for him to hear with the distance between us. "Then I suppose you're a masochist." Not giving him any time to reply back, this time, I was the one who rushed towards him.
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Back then, things could be seen as much simpler than they are now. However, if one were to think back to it, they will uncover several things that just screamed out how not simple they were. With our childish minds, we don't, or rather, we can't, see the full picture. Only a certain few are gifted with the genius to see this sight, while the rest of us are stuck in the dark, only seeing life as if its full of rainbows and unicorns. A paradise, in other words.
However, that is simply not true. No matter what world or time period you live in, the world will always be disgusting. There will be those who use others and those who get used. Those who will be cut down and those who will cut others down. The world is full of disgusting sights such as those.
Back then, I was always just a bit more special than the rest of us. It was because I possessed this genius. I saw the world for what it was; and I was stuck in a monochrome of indifference and childish ignorance and innocence.
Ignorance. Innocence. In the end, those are the same.
I could see the full picture, but I could not understand it. Not unlike now. I now understood why each of those events happened. I learned. I grew. And… I became free.
The role that man played, the role that woman played – my parents, in other words. My two sisters. The rest of them. And they. It. There were those that used us. There were those that were used. And then there was me. I existed within the middle. I used, and I was used. I was used, and I used. It was that simple.
Something within me was missing that allowed me to possess this genius. Something that I didn't quite understand, nor do I understand even now; even when I think that I do.
It was emotions. I emulated them, but I couldn't quite get it right. What was the correct situation for happiness? Sadness? Anger? I could never quite get it right back then. I've grown since then, but even now, I get it wrong at times.
I guess it went all downhill when I wanted to play a simple game of Operations.
That was when I had carved up the two that had played the role of my parents and tried to play the game with my two sisters to relieve myself of the boredom that I had felt. Though it ended in pain, which later led to betrayal. But that was later.
At that time, I didn't quite understand why I was being chased. Hunted down like prey, I was forced to abandon everything. I was young. I was stupid. But, in that moment, I became free… when it had appeared.
Blood streaming down my form, I had fallen down a cliff. Landing against a tree, I could only move enough to put my back against it. I couldn't feel my left arm nor my legs. I was stuck. I couldn't see out of my right eye. My body felt numb, though it was also warm at the same time. I was scared. I had to be. And yet, I felt nothing but the beating of my heart and the coldness of the rain slapping down against my body.
They found me minutes later. Perhaps not minutes. Maybe it was hours. Days. I had no idea. When I had closed my eyes, I opened them to light. The next moment it was dark. Then it was raining.
All I understood, was that I had been found. Approaching me, I felt something stir deep within me. It was as if a hand was gripping my heart. I felt pain. I felt terror for the first time then.
And then, in a bloody stream, those that had come to dispatch of me, were slain. It was as simple as that. One moment, I was going to die. The next, I had been saved. It was as if a God had descended upon this world, and its first act of omniscience, was to save me.
Staring into the empty black eyes of my savior, as if those black eyes were that of the abyss, the emptiness of space, I smiled. I had no idea why I did so, but I did. I reached forward towards it. And then my consciousness faded. But, I am alive even now. Meaning, that I had been saved. Saved by it.
My life would not end so suddenly.
I would not die so easily.
For I was free.
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Lachesis ran forward, nearly too fast for Mittelt or Freed to see, surprising the two by the sheer speed she showed off, though it should have been obvious with how easily she handled Freed up until that point.
A dull look was shown in her eyes, but the two hardly noticed it – be it Mittelt off to the side or Freed who was the target of Lachesis' sight.
Slipping a hand into his robe, he pulled out a second handle as he shot two bullets of light towards the tanned girl, who easily turned her body and maneuvered around the bullets with only a few inches to spare. Her momentum did not increase.
Freed panicked slightly at this, but he did not lose his composure. Light emerged from the handle and he swung his sword of light horizontally at Lachesis, but she easily ducked underneath the swipe. Angling his gun down towards her, he fired a bullet of light, but in that moment, she disappeared.
Opening his mouth with a gasp, he quickly lost sight of her. However, after a moment, he looked up and spotted Lachesis just above him, looking down at him with wide, saucer-like eyes, as she flipped over him. Slamming her feet into the already cracked pillar behind him, she pushed forward and did another flip back to Freed's front.
He swiped his sword of light towards her, but she moved out of the way and towards his side. Freed jumped away from her and aimed the gun at her.
Before he could pull the trigger, Lachesis vanished once more, but this time, before he could even be given the chance to look around for her, he felt a heavy weight hit him in the back. He flew forward from the kick and skidded against the ground on the side of his body, but with a tap against the ground he managed to flip back up and onto his feet, though his feet still slid backwards against the ground. Blood ran down from his mouth and over his chin, but he ignored this.
He raised his sword and fired three bullets of light towards Lachesis, who, reflected the first bullet into the third, and then redirected the second back towards Freed. He quickly ducked underneath the bullet, which had then blasted into the wall behind him.
Looking back up, he found that Lachesis was gone.
Getting a gut feeling, he looked up and found Lachesis in the air, falling down towards him with her leg positioned over his head for an axe kick. Freed barely had a second to jump out of the way.
As he rolled against the ground and started to get back up, he was forced to duck back down to the ground as Lachesis swung her leg towards his head the moment she landed on the ground. He rolled away, trying to gain some distance.
Lachesis ran after him, muttering something underneath her breath. Something underneath her yukata glowed for just a split second, but Freed, nor Mittelt, noticed.
Freed jumped up onto his feet, but before he could pull the trigger he had aimed at Lachesis, she punched him in the gut with her right hand, which held the fan. Dropping the gun in that moment, he grabbed Lachesis' wrist, surprising her.
"Die, you bitch!" Yelling this out, Freed slashed down at Lachesis with his sword of light. Seeing the blade of light coming down towards her, she broke free from Freed's grip and jumped back. Landing several feet away from Freed, she raised her left hand and wiped at her chin with the fingertips.
Moving it away, it revealed a small cut on her chin. She looked down at her hand, at the blood that she had wiped away with it.
"Haha! Yeah, take that you bitch! Now things are getting fun! Now then, I recommend you to-" Before Freed could continue his patronizing attitude, Lachesis struck out towards him with her fist. Blinking his eyes, he questioned how she had closed the distance between the two of them without seemingly moving, but before he could even approach the end of his thoughts, her left fist slammed into his mouth, causing several teeth to rip apart from his gums.
Freed was thrown back as if from an explosion. He landed against one of the several pews, breaking through it easily, and flipped through the air from the force of hitting the ground.
He landed against the same pew he had hit, though it was farther down towards the end of the pew and this time, he only served to crack it.
"Fuck, fuck… that fucking hurts!" Complaining, he struggled to get up, but found that his left leg was unresponsive. "Dammit, move you son of a bitch leg!" Slamming a palm against his left leg, he felt an extreme pain creep up his body and he had to cover his mouth to stop him from shouting.
That was when he had noticed that his weapons weren't in his hands. Looking around, he spotted his gun several feet behind him and his sword was several feet before him. He had to have dropped the sword when he had first collided with the pew and the gun was after landing for the second time.
Gulping silently, he slowly reached into his robes to pull out his last weapon, but before he could do so, Lachesis jumped forward, faster than he could react, and stepped down onto his arm, pushing him down into the pew and splintering it even further. He couldn't move his arm and he could only touch his last gun with his index finger.
Gritting his teeth, he knew he was fucked.
"Done yet?" Lachesis asked in a cold tone. Pushing down with her leg, she caused Freed to yell out in pain, though he quickly closed his mouth.
"…Fu-fuck you!" Freed grunted out, which only caused Lachesis to use more force. The pew Freed was forced against cracked and he felt that if more force was used, he might break through it.
"You have lost. Admit it." Lachesis muttered with the same tone as before. This time, before waiting for Freed's reaction, she grabbed his head with her left hand.
In that moment, Freed felt fear.
It was as if everything in the navel of the Church had slipped away and had been replaced with naught but darkness, except for the girl before him and himself. Her eyes glowed a blood red and a wolf as black as night rose up from behind her. His heart beat incredibly fast and loud, as if someone was banging the wall with a sledgehammer.
His eyes opened wide, he began to hyperventilate.
He couldn't say anything. He couldn't make a sound.
'This… is what fear is.' He could only think to himself. A moment later, he relaxed his muscles and let himself lie down against the broken pew. He stopped struggling against Lachesis. He accepted his defeat – as much as he would hate to admit it, he had lost. There was nothing he could do against the girl before him.
Barely a second later, she let go of him. Jumping off of his body, she looked down at him with no emotions.
"After Asia heals you, you will take her to a few addresses that I have written down on this piece of paper." Saying this, she took out a piece of paper and dropped it down onto Freed's chest. "Each house is likely to summon a Devil – tonight, based on what little information I was able to gather. Go there. Do what you please and wait for a Devil to appear, if signs of one has been summoned. Wait five minutes at each destination regardless. If a Devil appears, fight it but don't kill it. If one doesn't, move on. Once you finish going down that list, return back here and report to Mittelt. If you don't…" At this, she leaned in close to Freed. "I'll kill you."
Freed didn't say anything. A few moments later, Lachesis turned away and began to walk away.
"Mittelt. Fetch Asia. I am leaving." Her tone had yet to return to normal; it was still cold and uncaring. Mittelt stuttered as she answered; not really expecting to be called on.
"Y-yes!" Turning around, she ran towards the back door, her heart pounding in fright.
Lachesis didn't turn back for a second look as she left the Church. If she did, she would've seen Freed aiming at her with his last gun, his arm trembling and unable to pull the trigger.
Lowering the gun, he could only say one word: "Fuck."
This chapter served to give out some new info on Lachesis' past and to reveal what kind of weapons she has. Also, I got to write a fight scene, so perhaps some of you will like that, huh? It's been a bit of time since I last wrote something like that, so I wonder how I did XD
Freed got his ass handed to him, but he did alright... I mean, he got a small cut on Lachesis' chin, so that proves that she isn't invincible - at the very least.
The next chapter should probably be obvious, but just in case - Freed will be meeting little ol' Issei and will be taking his anger out on him. He'll meet Asia for the second time, yatta yatta. Chapter eight or nine should be the end of this first arc, so its fast approaching! So, two or three more chapters to write and then it will be the ORC against Riser, but its not like Lachesis will just take a backseat... I'm in the midst of thinking up something for her to be doing as that is going on, so look forward to that!
Though I do wonder as to what you guys think will be happening next, as to how the Church raid will go XD Its going to be a bit different, that's for sure...
Anyways, thank you for reading and go ahead and slap a favorite or a follow if you so desire, and if you have any thoughts towards this story so far, please leave it down below in a review so that I may read it! Though I'll understand if you refrain from doing so. I'll see you again on the next chapter! Ciao!
