Chapter 33 -THE ANGEL OF DEATH- (3)
PEARL MILLGUARD
I gave the hooded woman a glare that had anger in it, thinking that they were on my side, on Alter’s side. But the conclusion fell upon us like a heavy veil, their true objective was to revive the calamity that Alter was once.
Being fed up with the annoyances that these apostles gave me, I gripped my fist and activated a telepathic channel between Eugene and Chuzeoth.
Chuzeoth! Eugene! Listen closely, their true objective is to unleash a calamity that could destroy this dimension and many others if not contained. Both of their faces changed expression when my words heeded into their minds, making sure that the people in front of me wouldn’t be suspicious of me, I told them both to not make any sudden movements for them to not notice.
We have to stop them before we regret it. Chuzeoth, on my mark, you take care of the apostles while Eugene and I run towards Alter. I ordered.
I didn’t get a response, but the expression that their faces wore was enough for me.
The green eyes that glowed beneath the black hood, appeared to be looking into my soul. They were strong, I will admit that but there are stronger people than her and their little cult.
“Just what are you up to, Princess?” She spoke in a low tone that could tense up those with little to none of mana. I looked at her, not willing to respond to her question, not at the moment at least.
The apostle frowned when I didn’t bat an eye towards her question, only then she looked in Eugene's direction. Though dragons have the ability to feel someone else’s emotions through their phases, we cannot tell what they are thinking.
However, the emotions that were in the air were not from her or any of them. No, these emotions came from where the calamity was. The emotions in there were so many of them that they combined onto each other and released a type of emotion that even I couldn’t describe. The only emotion that I could at least describe was self-hatred.
A hatred towards oneself that wasn’t small or light, no, this hatred was heavy like having a burden of the death of a whole continent itself. No amount of hatred should be allowed to own, not when it’s directed to itself.
But there was one question that spinned in my mind since I felt this emotion, closing everything that was happening outside of my mind. Forgetting that the apostles were in front of me releasing mana trying to make me talk, forgetting that Eugene and Chuzeoth were in a tight situation while I was thinking about this stupid question. An intriguing question. A question that I needed the answer to. A question that I found myself wanting the answer for.
Just whose self-hatred was it from? Just who could have such a strong emotion that inflicted onto itself? This emotion felt like it was a child hating itself for not being like the rest, like it was an abnormal child. Not fitting in with the other children that surrounded him. But if so, why does it feel like a child emitting this emotion? Who could have done this to a child?
These questions roam my mind like a wind swerving aggressively, nonstop.
That is when I came to an open conclusion.
The calamity was a child who’s scared of its own power, not comprehending the source or what it is capable of doing, not wanting to hurt anyone, even a stranger.
Then I was brought to reality with that conclusion in mind, knowing the answer to such a possibility. Before I knew it, the apostle was not there anymore.
Eugene was next to me while Elder Chuzeoth was outside the door looking in one direction. “Sister, you came to consciousness!,” Eugene announced happily like I came back from the dead.
“How do you feel, princess?” asked the dragon general with a worried tone. My strength was back but only half of it, the only thing I could do was to cover myself with mana and to use my first ring phase but more than that I doubt it. But they didn't know that, so instead I smiled slightly.
Faking it the best I could so that they couldn’t know that I wasn’t in my best yet. “I am feeling better than I was before.” I stated, not looking into their eyes. “Now that the apostles are gone, we should hurry and stop the calamity before the other marshal and the star arrive.” I continued. Lifting aside the sheet that covered my legs, getting up from the bed that I was stuck on for quite a while. Then I proceeded to look for my clothes but I was in disappointment only to find them in shatters and dirty, no longer being wearable.
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I cursed out loud, startling both dragons. The purpled-haired dragon gave me a scared look before turning his head to the other side, “Sister! I have found some clothes but…” He hesitated for a moment, waiting for me to see what he was seeing.
My sight landed on a white robe that had golden cloth as a scarf. The scarf seemed to be made of silk with how smooth it looked to the dragon eye, indeed this was worthy of angel clothes. I thought to myself, grabbing the white robe with both of my hands, trying to feel the material it was made with.
“Both of you leave to where the calamity is and stop it before the star and the other marshal get here.” I said, still amused by the robe that was in my hands. Even though I didn’t see Eugene’s and Elder Chuzeoth’s faces, I could tell that they were confused as to why I would say that now.
As I kept looking at the robe, in the background, I heard both their footsteps before hearing the door close.
The corner of my lips couldn’t help but curl up at the thought of me ruining the apostle’s plan of fully reviving the being that they worshiped. “Now, let the payback game begin.”
ALTER VIOLET
[You have successfully activated the power of the halo]
The mana that I would always feel in the air, disappeared without a trace of it ever existing. It was replaced with a new feeling, something I’ve never felt before. No, I have felt this feeling before. However, it was a long, long, long time ago.
Clenching my fist, I noticed that I had control over something extraordinary, something even more powerful than mana itself. I tried grasping the power that I could feel running through my veins. The sensation of the unknown power close to being under my full control came close, however, a surging pain entered my head. Causing me to lose my concentration of power.
[Keep in mind, the current you doesn’t understand the power of the halo. The pain can’t be eased, instead, necessary measures are to be taken]
Pain that felt like my head was about to explode, and with it came a sharp loud noise. Tearing my eardrums, letting blood flow out from my ears. I tried holding my head with both my arms in hopes of relieving the pain, instead, a loud thud sounded right in front of me.
My eyes lowered to where the thud came from.
It was Susa–, The name of this person blew away like the wind taking dust away.
Who? Who is this person in front of me?
Agitated, I looked around, studying every corner there was in sight. The more I looked, the less familiar it became. I didn’t know where I was and what I was doing here. The only thing I remember is that there was a war, a World War. I was the general of the army, leading them through the battlefield as I sliced away the life of my enemies.
That’s right! The war must be continuing on, my people need me. As I stood up, I once again looked at the body of the person who I thought I knew but didn’t. I extended my arm towards her direction, she must have gotten caught in all of this, she could be a civilian.
“Healing Dome”
I muttered the spell that ignited the healing of the wounds of the injured. It worked both as a healing spell and a protective barrier, only I can undo the spell, in this form at least.
When the spell was done, I felt a murderous intent coming from behind me, causing me to fastly turn around to it. I was astonished, the sight in front of me made me feel curious and joyful.
“A-Another Angel?” I let out, not realizing that I had said it. The man standing in front of me showed concern for something but I couldn’t put my finger on it. So I slowly walked in his direction, side to side still not being used to my body which felt like I haven’t moved in years.
“I thought that I was the only one. Has the commander really succeeded in the project "sore halo?” If this was the case then we could finally win the war, I alone was equal to ten battalions but with more halos we can take over the world and make it peaceful like it was before.
“W-What are you talking about boy?”
Huh? I stopped, my body froze to his words that sounded like confusion. “What do you mean what I am talking about?” I took a step back when I saw what the old man was holding, a long sword that was being pointed towards me.
Gritting my teeth to such disrespect, just what type of soldier would point his weapon to his general?! I thought to myself, letting out the power that I still couldn’t control fully. “Pointing your weapon to your general is a type of treason, put it down before things get messy.”
The warning that came out my mouth didn’t make the angel man flinch even by a bit, instead it made him courageous, fueling him with the confidence he needed. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by even more angels. Each one of them was covered in white armor that had a golden crest on it.
Yet, this emblem wasn’t relevant to me, it was foreign. I don’t remember a nation with that type of crest, much less one that succeeded in the “sore halo” project. Something does not add up, the people, the place, the angels… Everything does not add up.
Feeling as my spell finished, I turned to where the girl was. My eyes widened to such a discovery, the girl had horns on her head. How did I not notice this before? Was it because I was hurried with my duty?
Whatever the answer was, it wasn’t in me or my mind to find out.
But there was something I had to do, something to confirm that this was or not my world. I felt the determination fuel up as I looked for a way for me to leave this place.
“All angels prepare to attack!” announce the angel man with a roar, not knowing whether it was to intimidate me or for his squadron to hear him. I ignored his following words and proceeded to channel the power before being interrupted by the pain.
[It seems that the current you is not Alter Violet. You are ++++, also known as the Angel Of Death…]
[...Sammael]