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Chapter 06: Lost Eden

Fight the cold, pull up your sleeves. Apple continues to tremble since setting foot in a school full of dark history. Pinching a step in the luxurious hallway that dropped its prestige due to the bullying action, killing twenty students. It has been a dozen years left to dilapidated; the paints are flayed; the fish is piercing; the intense pressure makes it unable to stand upright, even a movement in the corner produces horror.

The sunburner propagating the niche still makes a tremble. Alone, disturbing dust grains and echoes accompanied him. Until he closed his eyes, trying to remember why he was here.

"Try checking Point Irida, I hear a lot of people see black shadows flying. If it's a spirit, suck it. That will be very helpful," said the burly fingers holding the marble arms, which accompany sitting in the waiting room. Apple met him in the hallway. Women in black lolita dresses and long robes. Is he Mizu? If so, it really contrasts his figure with Jin.

"But I've never been there." Blue eyes because of nervousness.

"Apple, try practicing your courage, you can."

"I'll give you a gift" continued Mizu. Although firm, it turns out that women are good. He supports what Jin does and the guidance. Evident from not minding if alone time is disturbed because of the desire of the lover to train the students. In fact, provide support if you can.

Still, the aura of decisiveness is so strong that Apple can't do anything except comply. "Hmmmn, okay ...."

Wanting to not have to do the task, he began to vent. It's still daylight—he thinks—will definitely be fine. The sound of wood crunching every step. The head feels dizzy, too much smell of rancid because the hallway is moist because of holes in the roof and walls. Until he's on the old oak door. Hesitatingly opened the door, entering into the space step by step.

Apple was surprised to see the shadows moving wildly and stopped at the window. Highlight the sun makes the look visible. The creature was a small black tapir with fiery red eyes, a dark flame glowing on its back. The sky blue eyes sparkled and the fear instantly disappeared. He recognized the creature in EA's rule book, Dream Eater. Apple bowed, eating nightmares is a thing to be grateful for. He found a rare demon and surely the seniors will love it.—though Apple wants to tame the tapir demon.

However, things did not go according to plan.

Going closer, the devil is violent. It returned into a shadow and spread the body throughout the space, burning using its black flames. Gesit reached into the Advance Bag, taking out a green spell paper. Full of preparation, experience is the best teacher.

Jumping backwards, throwing spell paper at the core. "O deus, praebueris sis potentiam tuam, ventus potentia!"

The wind bullets fired. An explosion was triggered; the rear glass was split apart; spitting black flames out, producing a wind pump that whipped out pink clothes. Arm dispels dust flakes and fire splashes. Just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, Apple was surprised by the figure of Dream Eater in plain sight. Back into the shadows, penetrating the pores. He lost consciousness; eyes darkened; the body fell.

Dark ....

Opening or closing the eyes. Front; back; anywhere; all black without a speck of light.

What the hell's going on?

The girl just nodded trembling. Scared, so scared. What to do when the earth loses its solar flare? Dizziness, it felt like falling into a bottomless pit.

Footsteps are heard. The longer, the closer. Who'sis that? Stalled hissing.

The blue eyes were rounded, the vision he observed was too real to be called delusional. The overflowing emotions produce heat that melts the tear spots soaking up the cheeks as the lips quiver.

"RED ... star?" The man who was lost to his life; who he kept looking for; who saved every second of the night's condemnation. He is, he ....

Without a second thought Apple got up, approaching the young man who passed by. Feet stepped on the black expanse, but the limp steps again staggered with emotional turmoil. Pleased; sad; all mixed. Up close, but the young man threw out his hand, the little girl collapsed.

Behind the shadows, his red eyes lit up. It feels like looking far away. Guys want to kill. Apple was too scared, just moving an incapable hand. The eyes of the blood were shackled like a rope. Strong clutches grabbing blonde hair. The little girl can only grimace, the sound of being blocked in the throat due to the obstruction of the heartbeat.

A step that continues to be awaited; he waits; full of memories and nostalgia, now turned into a step that bearers of rest. Strong hand grasping, dragging the little girl with the jubilee. Each strand is interested, channeling pain very very much like penetrating the bone. Pain is not a main tipped vertigo. It is hard to hold back while the eyes are still awake. Now, being inside his house—istana Luchifenian.

The second-quarter shock brought the splinters of the night like cliches to behold, red moons; black clouds; drenching mottles; blood fishy. They stopped, right in front of the main Luchifenian hall. The clutches slipped off, the dress turned white with red ribbons adorning. The young man opened the door. The whole government gathered, many of them preparing a feast.

What the hell's going on?

Father; mother; all smiled at the young girl, until the all-black youth stained with blood. He drove along with the katana in the hand. All were moving slowly, requiring to be seen. Thin plates of candrasa tore through every inch, father; mother; all. Blood is bathed, they split—in hemisphere he split again—and continue to be cut until the organ becomes a dice grid.

Apple sculpting. The young man was agile, not a single one was given a gap. Whole table; chair; furniture, tainted red spill. No one can stop him. One man resisted, he fell to the ground. The pitch of the young man's dark feet crushes the skull; it sips his brain, rolling his eyes. All are thrown; all are divided; every life is taken.

Blue eyes drain the water. Like a soul-loss person, his gaze was blank. What you see is unbelievable. Nausea, dizziness. Wanted to wander; screamed; scolded; ran, but he forgot how. Can't think, Apple's stiff. The tears changed with red.

In the blood-soaked room, corpses flooded in. In silence the young man laughed—hard once—the ear-piercing echo. A pale face stained red; eyes intimidating; a widened smile .. Not a warm smile that accompanied him just yet. Quickly the young man approached—his movement was fast—so big wind broke the lump on the floor. Wielding eye----

"YES!"

...-ooO-i...

"It! I can feel it!" Mizu pointed at the oak door which Jin then broke down.

"Gosh," said the black eye. Sneaking, seriously seeing the blonde girl face down on the magic circle made of soot fire.

"The spirit pressure here is too strong." The girl's guide was quick to purify the space with holy water; cast a spell. A dark aura flew over, the instant the light filled.

Things are back to normal, the magic circle is gone. Jin immediately approached the blonde girl, but the move was stopped by the lover with a pat on the shoulder. Surprised, he turned to the woman. Mizu fell silent and realized something.

"He's starting to wake up." Apple sat down, a dark aura coming out from the body. Then it screamed; it shrieked; the eyes turned to the back of the petals, only white was now visible. Then laughed loudly, pulling his own hair. The guidance teacher was then stunned to see his students like possessed people.

The Meister spoke up, "It looks like he was affected by the Monochrome Dream Eater."

"Isn't that a nightmare-eating demon?" The lover interrupted with a face expression as if full of questions.

"Indeed not classified as evil, even some people want to keep it. But the devil is still the devil." Taking a breath and continuing his explanation, "Dream Eater who ate too much of the nightmare will turn black. It was piled up in the soul and he could disappear because of it, instead of staying alive was to find a host for the nightmare he swallowed in order to return white. It is called Monochrome Dream Eater. Attaching and manipulating memories, it becomes a shadow in Point Irida as it nearly disappears. Unfortunately the fate of Apple," said Mizu lethargic after ending his explanation.

An Exorcist knows, the mission undertaken is not always going well.

"He's been missing for two days. I can't believe it ...." Jin's voice was slow, like a regret.

Suddenly attention is drawn to the gray devil, appearing behind Apple. The tapir was shocked and fled to the window. Vermillion directly pulled out a weapon, trying to catch up. Again the move was stopped by Mizu. "There's something more important to take care of. Looks like the demon hasn't finished completing the ritual, just in time."

Looking back at the poor girl, Apple was endlessly laughing. The guidance teacher tried to touch, but the sting spread, the black aura coming out of the body did not allow.

"It's gonna take a long time."

"What should we do?"

"Shelping his memory."

...-ooO-i...

His head felt light, a faint look was now focusing. The first one to look is white, all white. The window on the left opened, letting the sunshine warm the body of the blond girl who was still lying on the bed. Body feels weak.

"Wake up, Apple?" A soft sound in the ear, like good morning. Woman the—Mizu—smiles knot on little girl.

"It's not in the room?" Then Apple was confused after being aware of the surrounding conditions. Drug shelves; aluminum tables, as in an inpatient room.

"No, you slept for almost a week."

"One week?! What's going on?" The woman placed her index finger right on Apple's thin lips. Smiling, he pointed at the corner of the room. It turns out Jin was there. Sleeping in a position on an iron bench like that, is not sore?

"Are you feeling better?" Weak soft Mizu stroking blonde. It felt so comfortable that Apple answered the question with a nod.

The face still has a smile. Before long, he held hands. "Yesterday we didn't get acquainted, did we? My name is Mizu Shikurai."

"E-eeh, yes. Apple Caramel."

"Don't hesitate. I'm sorry if yesterday didn't have time to chat, I'm pretty busy, a lot of work to do."

"Tu-duty?"

"Yes, there are some tasks that other students can't do, only I can."

"Why is that?"

"Because I'm the only one who has made it to Meister class, Aria class and Doctor." Apple was shocked, then remembered on the first day of meeting the Vermillion youth. 'I'll catch up with you dear Mizu!', ah.

"If what class?"

"You mean Jin? He's still Esquire." The chat with the Shikurai woman made her remember some of the class levels that EA had. It was clearly written in the rule book.

Before becoming an Esquire, each individual began as a Page, studying the basic elements of exorcism and demonology. To become an Esquire, a Page had to pass an authorization exam, consisting of a written test and a field test; determining overall class combat ability and teamwork skills.

Then Esquire, the disciple above Page. Esquire still has to attend classes that are specially opened by teachers to learn to become a Meister, but experts perform non-combat missions.

A Meister has the knowledge to become a true Exorcist. The term Meister refers to certain combat skills that they possess. There were five Meister classes, the difference between the categories was their fighting style.

Knight fights at close range. Dragoon with long range weapons. The doctor is the support in the fight. Tamer controls and summons familiar spirits. Aria read verses from the holy Bible.

After that, he became an exorcist. Consists of low, middle, and upper rank Exorcist. To the highest, Paladin. There is only one Paladin at a time and usually after an individual becomes a Paladin they retain the title until death. His appointment was extremely difficult, with the minimum requirement that they actually study all five Meisters. The current paladin, Yukio.

Apple came to a realization as Mizu waved her hand right in front of the face. The blond girl chuckled slightly forcefully, scratching her non-itchy head. Mizu whispered, asking to go for a walk. Of course the girl was very happy with the offer; her face was cheerful again; quickly got off the bed. Slowly they left the outpatient room, letting the young man rest.

A new dawn rises in the eastern horizon. As usual, steps were heard clearly in the hallway. They approached the only back door of the main office—toko EA. The bells welcome the arrival. The figure of the golden-eyed man was busy preparing some items.

"Oi, Mizu! As usual, come in the morning! Ahahaha." The woman simply replied with a flash of a smile, not liking to make small talk with the shopkeeper teacher who was clearly depraved.

Apple looked at Mizu, wondering why she had brought her here. Shikurai women again stroked the girl's blonde hair, slightly bending to equalize high. "Apple, is there something you want to buy?"

"THERE! That--eehhh ...." Suddenly the tone of his spirit broke, because he realized the nominal goods he liked very much.

"Ahaha, the new boy. Ah, what else is his name. Oh yea! Apple's. Yesterday I was here with Vermillion. He's interested in Sigillium." Mizu glared sharply, as if saying 'I didn't ask you'. Then Xavier threw away his face, whistling while pretending to be busy.

Without taking time to the antiques ranks. Taking out a rectangular object of glass, all three white gems and needles were clearly visible inside. Quickly Mizu completed her transaction, not long with the perverted teacher who used to seduce her.

Apple was surprised after Mizu gave Sigillium away. Can't believe Shikurai's women actually bought him. "Is-this real?"

Mizu smiled knot. "Take it."

His passion was not to play until he jumped. Beautiful; well, lucky Jin Vermillion—he thought.

It was fortunate that he had completely forgotten about the events in advance, it was fortunate. Ah, not forgotten but sealed. They sealed it, even forgetting to bring the Advance Bag again. The bag was left in the nursery, with the blond young man still asleep.

Is no one aware, the story book titled Story about "RED" is on the bed after Apple. Open on the second sheet. It depicts a little boy sitting on a small mattress inside a temple. In front of him was a huge shadow figure of horns and six wings.

There is a link: "Start asking where it came from and why it was born. Trying to find another, but he was alone in the darkness, no one was found. Knowing this, hope tried to escape from the darkness. It would take some time before he studied, it was the first time he felt the emotion of loneliness. Whatever the way, he can't run. Until one night, hope dreamed of meeting the figure of a horned angel, offering freedom and of course he accepted it. Let the angels do their work. Lonely hopes roam the world. Endless skies, beautiful seas, and new life are always born. It's a mistake, fatal."