BOOM!
A sonorous explosion shook an enclosed room made of carved brownstone. This room was specially made so none of the people of the immense castle where the room was heard or felt anything.
Pieces of broken stone fell everywhere and dust covered the gigantic area of the room but this didn't collapse. Sparkles of light shone in the four walls, floor and roof, making the falling stones and the sparse dust be back to them and be repaired.
“Ne, wake up.
“You aren’t dead yet, right?” a soft but flat female voice rose as the dust began to clear up.
The appearance of the owner of the voice became visible as she walked through the dispersing dust towards a barely discernible woman lying on a piece of badly shattered stone floor. She looked like a sixteen-year-old girl with fine facial features and porcelain skin, just like an elegant and beautiful doll. Her shoulder-length black hair, rosy lips and nonchalant temperament made her doll appearance more vivid.
Nonetheless, what was supposed to be a frail and docile doll, was carrying a long sword in her left hand; this sword was completely black from the handle till the tip of the blade and right now, a black and crimson lightening-like energy was oozing from it. The energy felt eerie and dreadful but it only made her elegant and nonchalant-self look charming just like the red peony hairpin with three golden jingle bells and six red little bells hanging attached on the left side of her head.
“…” She stopped at six steps from the woman on the floor but she heard no answer, Did I kill her? she tilted her head to her right.
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COUGH, COUGH.
A second later, the woman began to cough black blood from her crimson lips. However, after stopping, she still didn’t give her a reply.
Hence, she opened her rosy lips to say, “So…”
“Next year… I will defeat you next year…” said the lying woman.
The doll-like girl stared deeply with her dark eyes at the woman who had just opened her red eyes. She seemed to be in her early thirties and had a tattoo of two black feathers on the upper left side of her face. Aside from having red eyes, her long hair and Victorian gown were red; though, she had black blood splashed all over her.
“I see.” The girl retrieved the energy from her black sword and then, the black sword also vanished in a circle of fluctuating black energy born within the same black sword. She turned around and walked towards the back entrance of the room where they were, saying, “You must really want the Demon King’s throne, Natiu Blirman.”
Hearing that, Natiu Blirman smiled, The Demon King’s throne? I have left caring about it long ago. I just want to defeat you, Miseya… Miseya Emersin.
Damn… I didn’t even make a scratch on that ugly peasant-looking brown hood of hers. She closed her eyes to recover a bit before going out the yet to be completely repaired room.
*****
“Miseya, you are back earlier than expected.
“Did you become stronger again?”
After having hurried for five minutes, Miseya Emersin came to an ample garden in the inner north part of the Demon King’s castle. This place was the only site in all the demon territory where blood roses bloom.
It was a beautiful verdant place loved by the current Demon King because of his cool nightly fragrance, and as she had expected the Demon King was there, siting in the middle of the greenery field with blood roses; with his back facing her but with his head turned, smiling at her as he talked.