Chapter 127 - Irina Shidou (1/2)
AN: An unedited chapter. I hope there are not many mistakes in it. Anyways, this chapter is mostly on Kiba, so do not say that I did not tell ya'. Peace! Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click for visiting.
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Death. Something that everyone will face one day. Something from which one can neither run nor hide, the only possibility left is facing it. But then the question arises, will one will be able to? Knowing that in the next minute, or even second, he will be facing death. Knowing that this would be, or might be, his last-minute in the world, and after this, he would die. Will one be calm at that moment? Will he accept it, embrace it?
Standing at the edge of a steep hill, a boy of about nine stood with flowers in his hand. With every gentle gust of the wind, his short blond hair would wave to his side. His face still kept the little amount of baby fat, with a small mole underneath his left eye. His blue eyes, filled with a different swirl of emotions - pain, suffering, hate, anger, grief, sadness, agony. But the most evident was for sure pain, sadness, and agony - his will and determination for revenge as he stared at the grave in front of him.
If one were to look, then he can only see one grave, but the names written on it could easily pass the dozen mark - indicating that there was not a body buried beneath the said grave.
With his hand tightly clenching the stems of the flowers, tears could be seen threatening to leave his eyes.
”...Wait, okay... definitely... I will definitely take revenge on people of those damn Holy Sword Project!”
He could hardly squeeze the words out of his mouth due to the tight clenching of his teeth.
He could still remember it vividly. The screams of his dying comrades as they prayed to God for the salvation that never reached them. Smiling and heartless faces of those priests as they experimented on them coldly, without any ounce of emotion showing on their faces as they did one cruel experiment after another on them. Faces of despair, helplessness... and hollowness. And the moment when they were deemed unnecessary by them - ordered to be disposed of.
Then the image of a certain redhead showed on his face. The girl who gave him the second chance, but he still could not place his trust in her. Who knew what she might be planning by saving him. And more so when she was a devil... well, he was not in a position to say that anymore, knowing that he has also become one.
Leaning down a little, one of his knees touching the ground, the boy, Yuuto Kiba - or Izaiya that he calls himself - gently placed the flowers above the grave. He did not pray. Why would he? When they were suffering, the only hope they could cling to was God. But did he help them? Did he answer their prayers? And now that he has become a devil, the very thought of praying to God disgusted him. He felt like puking.
Shaking his head, clearing his mind of unnecessary thoughts, he stood up. It was already time for the start of his sword training. Even though his master was kind of acted like a mother, though he never had one, he knew that she was quite a soft-hearted girl. But that does not mean he would let his guard down; especially, after what he has gone through.
”Oya~, what we have here? A little devil boy. Hehehehe! He seems quite tasty~.”
A sudden shock ran past his spine as Yuuto Kiba hurriedly jumped back, creating distance between whoever the other person was.
”A woman?” Looking at the woman standing in front of him, Yuuto Kiba's brow raised. But his eyes still cautiously looking at her, examining her every action.
”Fufufu~, don't be so afraid, little boy~. Come to Onee-san~, Onee-san will not hurt you~.”
Her playful voice traveled to him, giving him goosebumps. Kiba could feel his body hair standing erect. His mind constantly sending signals to run. After facing death once, he could tell it... if he did not escape, he will die. This woman... she was definitely here to kill him.
”Who are you?” while still maintaining a distance, Kiba asked. His eyes, wandering around him, trying to find a possible escaping path.
'I can't die here! I still have not even started my revenge!'
”Onee-san is a stray devil~. But don't worry, okay? Onee-san is really a good person. Onee-san loved her master. She loved her soooo~ much that she was ready to sacrifice her life for him,” her voice sounded pitiful, like that of a defenseless girl, as she continued, ”But Onee-san master loved someone else. How could I accept that? I gave my whole being, my humanity, for my master! How could he not love me? That's why Onee-san killed him! And now, he is part of Onee-san!”
She revealed her nȧkėd brėȧst. A terror climbed Kiba's spine. Face! He could see a distorted face of a male on her brėȧst, stitched together with her skin. Kiba felt a sudden nauseating feeling hitting him. He placed his hand on his mouth to stop whatever was going to leave it - trying his best to not look at her... ċhėst.
”See~, now the master and I have become one~! No one can separate us now!” with a fanatical look on her face, she looked at Kiba, her smirk widening, ”But you know~, Onee-san still has to kill that bitch that tried to steal my master. But Onee-san is not strong enough to do that. She is from a higher-class devil house, after all. So, Onee-san found a perfect method to do that~, absorb other devils~. The more devils Onee-san absorbs, the stronger Onee-san will become. Then it would be not hard for Onee-san to kill that bitch, you know~. So, little boy, you will help Onee-san, right?”
The woman, looking at the running Kiba, her face distorted, ”AH~! HOW COULD YOU RUN AWAY FROM ONEE-SAN!? COME HERE! COME BACK TO ONEE-SAN!”
Her shout rung throughout the silent forest, alerting the animals.
”FUCK!” Kiba cursed aloud. He was wondering how his luck became so rotten. He had to meet a psychopath of all people.
'I can't die!'
With determining heart, Kiba, unconsciously, started to use his demonic force, propelling him faster towards the other side of the forest. While only the same thought ran through his mind, 'Run, run, run! You can not die here! Run!'
”COME to BACCCCKKKK!!” hearing the shriek of the woman, Kiba forcefully bite his tongue. His mind was filled with terror.
”WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE RUNNING?!”
His eyes widen to the extreme, Kiba saw the face of the woman right next to his, only some inches apart. Her looking at him with fully opening eyes. Her dark sclera and golden pupils, staring right at him - as if to pear ever secret out of him.
Before he could think anything else, he felt his head being pushed down, distorting his vision as if sitting on a bullet train, all he saw was some blurred silhouette.
A cloud of dust covered the area around him, destroying the nearby trees.
His face full of wounds, with blood coming out of his seven orifices. His vision turning red as he saw the crazy laughing face of the woman.
'Why?' as if he could not see the face of the woman, Kiba questioned, 'Why? Why is the world so cruel to me... to us. Why can't we live a normal life?'
”Now stay there like a good boy, okay~? Onee-san will get angry otherwise~.”
Kiba could bȧrėly hear anything due to damage to his ears.
'I... I still have not taken revenge... what's the point of me escaping? What was the sacrifice of my comrades worth for? I can't die... I don't want to DIE!'
”I DON'T WANT TO DIE!” with tears falling from his eyes, Kiba shouted his feelings. He did not want to die. He at least wanted to revenge his dead comrade. If he died, how could he face his comrades, who sacrificed themselves to let him escape? He felt it. The hopelessness, the despair.
”Someone... Someone... please... save me,” with the constant falling of tears as if a dam broke, Kiba cried for help within the constant laughter of the woman.
”Please...*sniff*... someone... please... SOMEONE!”
”Shout all you want boy, but no one will save-”
Stop. Everything stopped. The falling of leaves, the wave of grass, the flying dust, the blowing of the wind, it was as if everything as been caught by something or someone.
”What are you doing? Trying to hurt my disciple?” a voice that Kiba was completely familiar with, yet it felt the coldest thing to exist. The gentleness and playfulness that he was familiar with were nowhere to be found, only eternal coldness and emptiness - as if it was coming from the depth of an abyss.
The woman looked above and saw a girl standing there, with Kiba in her hands. Her face, if seen in normal circumstances, would have been a sight to behold. But, right now, the coldness was laced on it as she looked at the tettered body of Kiba.