LUCEM
LXV Chapter

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I walked down the gravel road leading to my house. The bare branches of the tree swayed in the wind and the air was fresh enough to see my breath, if anything.

The day is referred to as the Festival of the Virgin Market, when an open area becomes a war zone of bargaining and also of seduction for young men and women looking for the best deals for a mate.

To get there from my house we had to pass through a steep wooded hill with a beautiful view on it. For the sake of the gift that my sister craved, it was a brunette man who did not admit it in public.

I knew when our presence was detected by the sudden silence of the conversation, the man was nervous, he gasped as my sister's eyes looked at him with tears in hand. The man approached my sister and said that he had found a girl he wanted to live with forever, which meant that their three-year journey of affection had to stop. Then with a mouth that seemed innocent, he asked my sister to stop hoping with a calm and polite posture and voice.

Well-mannered. After all, the man's voice had disturbed my nerves.

On that day, none of my words were useful to comfort my sister. Her tears could not stop me. The pain is chasing me. I decided to give him time to calm down, alone in his room.

And I chose to enter one of the most important rooms for us, riding on its wet staircase. And when he got above, between the rocks wide and flat. Steps stopped. Heart stopped. Stare at the empty corner in the middle of the room.

"No!" I shut my open mouth.

Our guard stones are not there. The blue stone shines, without it we and all peace will end. I ran to where I left my sister, saying everything I've seen. He hops in disbelief.

"I had brought the man there a few days ago, he said he wanted to see it." My sister told me in a trembling voice. Crying ceased.

Late at night, I decided to go to the man's residence alone the next day.

"Darling, I'm coming!" I shouted loudly, speeding up my steps.

By the time I reached the small yard of her house, the front door was open and a woman I saw the man seduce her at the Virgin Market Festival stood in it. My face stretched out into a smile that felt more like a grin. No longer need to pretend that I was ordinary, I was under the influence of a demon.

"Miss, hello you. Can you get your future husband out?"

"You're not welcome here, Moon," he said, as if he owned the place.

"You, Miss. Whether or not it's a story, I still have a lot of important conversations with the man. So, send the guy out, or I'm in."

The man stood in the doorway, his mature facial features turning into a hard, indecipherable field. It was only necessary to look him in the eye to know that the brown-haired man or woman had ordered him to kill me.

The sudden tremendous pressure on my neck came before I tried the opportunity to run, not that running would be of any use. Of course I fought back, I didn't need that guy to rip my head off.

As soon as the terrible attack began, I could make it stop. A red dot appeared on his forehead, darker viscous blood splattered on the doorway behind him. He knelt down, the most bizarre expression on his face as he slowly stepped forward.

"Good shot, Moon," I muttered, then ran towards the door.

One silver bullet would not kill the man, he would only take longer to heal, and if he was lucky enough he would still be able to sit down and eat well afterwards. And once that happens, if we're still destined to meet again, we'll make a toast. Promise him.

Amidst the explosion of pain that the man felt and the crackling sound that I never wanted to hear again, I caught a glimpse of the brown-haired man and woman running around towards the fence. I chased at a speed they didn't expect.

The man was surprised and stopped running. The woman took a distance. I catch my breath, but the man doesn't want me to talk. A punch he slid towards my head. I ducked down, his pale hand hitting the wall behind me, but then an iron hit my side. That lady.

I don't block attacks from the front and sides. It's not that they're doing it without a deadly way, and it's not an option. I don't want to kill without calculation or go without results. The wall blocked me from behind and an angry person blocked my path. All I could do was hope that they would stop attacking and decide to speak before my patience was completely wiped out.

After a while of ducking, twisting, punching, repeating, they should have realized something as they had heard. I'm not fighting like I used to, I'm deadly. But the message didn't get to them as I expected. Or the man was too panicked to have taken away something he shouldn't have brought after daring to get rid of my sister.

An explosion was heard from the house. We stopped, and immediately looked behind the stone wall what was happening. A huge smoky hole was now in the middle of the middle of the middle-aged man's body earlier. My sister and the black fireball.

The brown-haired man spun around to assess this new threat, but I pulled it back as my sister jumped over the wreckage of the front window.

"Hello, everybody!" Sister exclaims. With a savage grin, he threw away the burning fireball from his hand and jumped towards the woman behind the wall.

The woman was breathing fast and sobbing. Begging for his life. The brown-haired man chose to stay away. I'm trying to help, but the only way I can is to cripple my sister. Shall?

I have to get the brown-haired guy but I have to assuage my sister's anger. Difficult choices. When I was about to make a decision, my sister sped up quickly and came back. Now the man and woman are in the clutches of my sister's hands.

When he stopped moving, he threw the two across the room with enough force to make him destroy the porcelain cabinet there. Amidst the sound of broken glass, I heard the screams of the two. I'm riveted.

"Wait for what else? Get Maya out of here!" Magenta's voice came from behind me.

Does Magenta think I stopped to paint my nails? I was busy trying to fend off my sister's attempts to separate my head from the rest of my body. He was possessed by the spirit of the owner of the black fire. Princess Onanna.