The moon shone down on Luginica, peeking from the gap in the clouds.
In the streets of the slums, outside of a collapsed building, two women rested a man inside a carriage. Long indentations ran down his face, starting from below his eyes and growing thinner as they ran down his jawline.
One of the two women, a maid, narrowed her eyes as she looked over the abnormalities on his face.
"Lady Emilia, what is your connection to this person?" The red-haired maid asked in a flat tone as she looked at the unconscious man inside the carriage. "He appears to be some gutter rat from the slums."
"Kruger is…" Emilia paused as her eyes rested upon the man in question. "He helped me get my insignia back, but other than that… I don't really know who he is."
"I have doubts regarding his ability to fend off a trained assassin when he can't even wear shoes," Ram commented sarcastically. "Suspicions aside, just how did you meet this… Kruger?"
Emilia looked over to the destroyed loot house, some parts of it continued to smoke after the fight that occurred earlier. "Right after my insignia was stolen, I tried chasing the thief. I was following her down this alley… where I met him…"
Requiem im Krieg
Chapter I: The Two Devils
Her silver hair trailed behind her as the half-elf ran down the street. The distance between her and the deft thief was quickly increasing.
Just moments earlier, she had been walking through a marketplace when a pickpocketer targeted her.
"I can't lose it," Emilia thought as she turned down another street. "If I lose it so easily, I won't have any chance to-"
"Get away from us, you goddamn freak!" A voice suddenly cut off her thoughts. She stopped, ready to counter with the usual "The resemblance is just a coincidence" she often used.
As she looked over in the direction of the voice, a lanky man with pale blue hair stumbled back towards Emilia, his face was bruised up and his lip was bleeding. On the other side of the alley, stood a single person, his fist outstretched as his fist had just connected with the man on the ground.
There were two other men, both of which had similar bruises. It appeared they had all lost to a single person.
The one who had taken them all out wore a tannish-white tunic, with his pants, torn off from below the knees, completely exposing his lower legs. His dark brown hair fell just below his shoulders, framing his eyes.
Emilia's amethyst eyes were met with the weary, dull teal eyes of the young man as he held up his defensive stance.
At that moment, those two people, both devils to different societies, were face to face.
I'm back… after almost a year.
Things happened: relationship, funeral, breakup, identity crisis, recovery, more identity crisis, graduation, and freak car accident.
But I should be mostly back… I hope…
Marcasite out, but hopefully not for long.