They shoved their way through the crowd, some of the criminals gave them a glare as they did, but their anger wilted once they saw Kenichi. A giant of a man that was a head taller than the average man, his body was a mass of muscles. Having a guardian like him was useful, but she knew that it wasn’t just his loyalty that brought him down here, he also had motives of his own.

A blue haired man looked up at them, he had a horn coming out of his forehead and gave the two of them an easygoing smile and an lax wave.

“Good to see that the Priestess has deigned to appear in front of me. I hope we can work together without you trying to kill me.”

She ignored him and he grabbed his chest in mock shock. Her interest was in the woman that he watched: Aria.

A long time ago, Aria was just like Yoru. A Priestess of the Moon. Her hair gleamed silver like the moon, and her wings allowed her to fly a great distance. Once upon a time, she was seen as a candidate like her.

But getting a good look at her all these years, she saw the young woman in deep sleep. Her blue cloak hid her wings but she could tell they were thin and her white hair dry as a corn husk. The smell that came from her was one of rot. She hadn’t seen her for a while, but just from the face, and the struggling fit she was having even drugged, that her ability had left a toll on her.

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“How long has she been like this?” She asked Kenichi.

“For a long time.” He thought for a moment. “Started about the time you left us. The toll from using constantly using it drove her into madness. She could no longer control it.”

Unlike the three of them, Aria didn’t require the use of the Spirit Key to open her Gate. She had been born free from that curse. But maybe that was the curse, if she had to use the Spirit Key to open the Gate like them, then she probably wouldn’t have been driven mad.

Kenichi dropped to his knees, taking his giant hand to her little one. For just a moment, his solemn expression crumbled, and grief struck his face.

She stopped fussing and her sleep became peaceful.

“Look at that.” Subaru whistled. “That’s true love right there.”

“Shut it.” She glared at him.

“Wow.” He held up his hand in surrender. “Sending that bloodlust my way for my compliment. I’m a little sad that I’m hated this much. What can I do for you to start warming up to me?”

“You can die.” Yoru said without missing a beat.

Subaru held his heart, pretending that she had stabbed him. She turned away from him, returning to Kenichi.

“Will she be alright?” She asked.

He looked at her, knowing the meaning of her question.

“Yes, I believe so. The visions come and go though. She doesn’t have any control of them, and even then, she might not be able to communicate what she saw.”

The young woman slept peacefully with the one she loved and Yoru turned away heading off back to where she had been, at the edge of this grand elevator, to watch the darkness devoured them.