Book 3. Chapter 24
“Falling” Part 2
40 hours later.
Kalysto hated to admit it, but Sakura had been right.
But now that she had Darla, the head priestess of the temple of light and saint of the goddess Mhiralla, wounded and trembling beneath her, she could feel the truth in her friend’s words.
And the whole situation was fucking exciting.
Though a part of her still felt a little strange, and she didn’t want to admit, at least not quite, that she was that kind of person. The truth was that having Darla between her legs, with the saint’s legs half open with two dark mana stakes buried in each thigh along with another two in each arm and one in each hand as she sat with her legs spread just above her chest, giving the ex-saint a fascinating view of the proud and pretentious saint and the terror laden look in her eyes. Along with the bruise on her left cheek and her split lips, stained with blood.
Seeing her like this, completely broken and at her mercy, stirred something deep in Kalysto’s darkness, something she didn’t know about herself.
And she was enjoying it.
“And now who will come to save you?” Kalysto whispered smirking, the darkness and vengeance shining with perversion in her eyes while her voice was laden with sweet irony.
For as long as she could remember, Kalysto had always made sure that no one, especially her father, would ever discover that side of her, or how resentful and vengeful she could be. Always striving to keep that side of her hidden from the kind but curious eyes of her adored father. But after he left she had tried to use the same strategy with her mother and stepfather but it was much more useful to remain invisible than to play the role of a good girl with them if she wanted to survive the constant fights of that pair.
But after her father’s death, it was as if something inside her had broken, as if that mask of false kindness she used to wear in front of clients when she worked had shattered.
It was as if nothing mattered anymore.
Correction, as if nothing but murdering Mhiralla in the most painful way possible, mattered.
Feeding, that darkness that had always been half asleep inside her. Making it harder and harder to keep up the appearance that all was well with her in front of her friends, though she tended to worry less about it in front of others.
And although it had taken her by surprise that the fairy queen had abandoned her like that and taken the system away, being abandoned again had hurt her much more than she was willing to admit.
Increasing that emptiness inside her that only seemed to grow as the days went by.
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“You won’t get out of this place alive!” Darla assured her. Whose spirit, unlike her body, had not yet fully broken.
The sadistic smile on Kalysto’s face only grew bigger as she listened to her.
“Do you mean the collection of bodies I left behind before I came in here?” She informed her, enjoying the surprise that framed the saint’s face before hopelessness and despair finished breaking her.
Darla’s eyes turned to the entrance of the chamber, where the bloodied bodies of two priests lay lifeless by the entrance.
“No! It can’t be!” she muttered in fright.
But unbeknownst to her, dark mana stakes half a meter high and twenty centimeters wide pierced the bodies of at least fifteen others in the corridor that connected to the entrance to that huge room. Although not all of them were priests, Kalysto only attacked those who tried to attack her or stop her advance to the prophecy room, where the statue of Mhiralla decorated the dais at the end of a room filled with holy water that gave off a slight white glow.
“What the hell have you done to them?” the priestess muttered fearfully. “You’re a damn monster!” She accused her.
“...” Any trace of amusement disappeared from Kalysto’s face when she heard her. “It’s quite hypocritical of you to say that, isn’t it worse that you used spells to enter and manipulate our minds, or that you tried to assassinate me after I risked my life closing that portal and fighting the monsters that invaded your city? And worst of all, after that, while I was exhausted and vulnerable, you attacked me, kidnapped me, and using some cheap bullshit excuse, tried to kill me and you still have the nerve to say that I’m the monster?” She became annoyed as she took Darla’s face in her hands. “Don’t fool yourself with that crap, you are the monsters who summon people from other worlds, use them as your soldiers, forcing them to fight against enemies that you yourselves made but without wanting to get your hands dirty you force us to fight a war that is neither ours nor do we give a shit and all for what? So that later you can poison us with a simple flower after we did all the dirty work for you!” She growled, bringing her face closer to his. “Absorb Absorb! Absorb Jhil! Absorb Jhil Ezhil! Absorb Purification!” With each spell Kalysto cast, she could feel the energy entering the inside of her hands, assuring her without a notification window that the process had been successful. “You have no idea how much I trained for this moment,” she whispered with delight as Darla’s face contorted in terror.
“No! Let go of me!” Darla tried to move but pain flooded her as she tried to do so and the dark mana stakes prevented her from escaping, keeping her pinned to the ground under Kalysto’s body. “Someone! Anyone! Please save me! Get this madwoman off me!” She screamed in desperation, wanting to escape from the painful process of losing her abilities.
But all her effort was in vain.
No one came to help her.
“Shhh! Stop the drama! After all, you were going to do exactly the same to me a few months ago!” The ex-saint remarked, her warm breath mingling with the priestess’s. “Absorber Purification Ezhil! Absorber Dispel! Absorber Dispel Ezhil!” Unlike how it happened with the previous skills, when she tried to absorb Dispel Ezhil, absolutely nothing happened. Making her frown. “Absorb Dispel Ezhil!” She tried once more, but again no energy entered her body. “Absorb Dispel Ezhil!... Did you really never raise Dispel’s skill enough to be able to awaken its Ezhil version?” She was surprised.
“The goddess froze everyone’s system because of some idiots putting living creatures into their inventory! Do you think I didn’t want to develop all my skills to the max?” Darla shouted, annoyed at being accused of being a useless good-for-nothing by someone who didn’t belong to the temple. She’d had more than enough of those comments from some priests, and she wasn’t happy to hear them from a mere stranger.
“Right, I forgot about that.” she cocked her head to the side, remembering one of the court mages talking about it. "Absorb Mana Detection!" As she did so, a loud explosion sounded in the distance, and the sound of a battle began to be heard. Stretching her shadow on the ground around her feet, Kalysto whispered: “Tsuki, go watch the door and try to investigate what’s going on!” she ordered, and the sacred beast emerged from the shadow of his master, revealing its majestic figure to the surprised saint.
“How is it possible that you have a sacred beast?”