Chapter 6
Sherlock hesitated at first, when from afar through the mist he saw the body of
the woman who attacked Rin. He knew she was an enemy, because there was no
other reason for her to attack them, but if he at least had some trace of sanity he
could answer questions.
-You are a creature of the mist!She knew that name was invented by her
partner, but it perfectly described what they were.
The answer to his question was only the sound of something metallic dragging
along the floor while, while it was accompanied by the sound of his steps that
were also heard in unison with each other. The mist covered any possibility of
observing his physical characteristics. Sherlock wanted to see how Rin was, but
the doubt of <
the metallic sound was possibly a weapon, although it did not take more than a
few seconds to fully observe the figure of the person or creature. The height was
more or less 1.69, his skin was not white, but not black either, it was like a pale
gray color, due to the lack of sunlight, he also did not have a single piece of
clothing. he was totally naked, and had long black hair that hid his face, he had an
extremely long sword that looked like a wakizashi-shaped weapon, but its length
was greater than the average of those Sherlock had heard. Sherlock only had to
see the weapon in his hand to create one with his transformation style, but his
enemy's weapon gave him an idea, creating a ninjato and not his conventional
sword. The woman seeing this as a sign of aggressiveness made an almost
inhuman jump and performed some really impressive and confusing aerial
maneuvers in Sherlock's sight, due to the weight of the weapon Sherlock seemed
to be nonexistent in his hands. He jumped from one building to another from
behind to encourage, his speed was too much, almost at the level of the desert
armor, but Sherlock could follow his trail with his sight due to the agility in his
eyes, which were well trained in his boxing classes. At one point he stopped
maneuvering and rose from the air towards Sherlock, with a thunderous blow,
which luckily, he was able to dodge and contemplated the large crack that he
made in the ground with some astonishment. The naked woman quickly made a
second and third attack, which was obviously stopped by Sherlock's sword. Both
Swords collided again and again, several cuts have already given Sherlock who is
at an obvious disadvantage in speed, so he uses a wind spell that manipulates the
gravity of his jumps, giving one that takes him several meters into the air, but as
he knew that she was going to reach her with her weapon before she touched the
roof, of a house where she would go down, he deactivated the spell in the jump,
Exactly when he knows he's going to fall there, he manipulates his weight by
falling quickly, a tactic very similar to the one he used with the armor. He then
opens a hole in the ceiling with his revolver, producing an explosion with a
flaming bullet, and falls inside the house as the dancer flees, who also followed
him. The place where I fell seemed to be a restaurant due to the different tables
and chairs they had, perfect for Sherlock, since his plan was to considerably
reduce his mobility and agility in a smaller, more furnished space.By the time
they came face to face again a few seconds later they began another round of
exchanging their swords, and Sherlock began to notice the results of his strategy.
The furniture and the small space made it more difficult for her to move, and she
was also confined from most of her techniques. Sherlock, for the first time took
the initiative and attacked quickly, but his blow was blocked and a cut almost cut
off his head, but he managed to duck in time and being there in that position he
cuts his enemy's leg a little, but fails, since she realizes this and goes backwards
with a somersault. But also while doing so Sherlock performed another area wind
spell that lifts all the tables and chairs that had tablecloths, which prevented the
dancer's field of vision, who when she touched the ground and realized, made
erratic and frusto movements with her sword that destroyed everything that
prevented her from seeing, only to realize that Sherlock was running towards
some stairs at the bottom that lead to a second floor. Seeing this, the dancer
immediately reinforces herself with wind magic and her sword, and runs away at
a speed more powerful than the first time. The chase did not last more than a few
seconds since Sherlock confidently entered a small room not too many meters of space, being the perfect place for their fight. The dancer immediately with a
dizzying speed entered the room began again the struggle, the cuts began to
appear on her body, logical because she was in her worst battle scenario where
she could not move too much and had to be careful that her long sword did not hit
the wall and say a moment that her enemy would take advantage of. But for his
part Sherlock was euphoric, since in his mind he built this battle with a boxing,
here agility and movements without technique did not matter too much, but that
the victory would be achieved by the one who gave the first blow and had the best
reflexes. She trusted that it would be her, the one who would give the first attack.
The The attacks begin with less battle intensity, but more mental as each one tried
to give the triumphant blow, but none achieved it, to all this, Sherlock deduced
that the creature had some reasoning, since it realized its obvious disadvantage
and tries to adapt to the situation. A cut from left to right that bordered on the
speed of lightning was in the direction of Sherlock, who without the possibility of
escaping or dodging due to his situation of confinement did not defend himself,
but rather with skill he jumped and grabbed the sharp side of the sword with his
hand while he was in the air, causing a wound in his hand, and then took
advantage to reduce his weight to the minimum to do a somersault and fall on the
edge of his sword, which then felt the weight of Sherlock, deactivating the spell
that made the sword fall to the ground,at the feet of Sherlock, who smiles for
playing his trump card. The dancer tried to get him out, but the weight increased
more and more and a weapon went towards his heart, so he jumped with a
backflip and in the same air he channeled a wind spell while Sherlock, without
realizing this, returned his weight to normal, but that was a big mistake. The
dancer created a wall of fire that forced the girl on top of the sword to back away,
giving time for her enemy to grab her weapon again and for the wind spell in her
hand to come out in the form of a violent gust of wind. It was an enormous
pressure, so much that it broke the back wall and sent her enemy flying with
great speed and distance, so that it was not a fatal blow, she reinforced her body
with empowerment magic, but without giving her time to decrease her weight.
The blovw could have been fatal when her ribs felt the wood and stone of the
ceiling aggressively colliding with her body. The dancer without She took
advantage of the gap and jumped out of the room in the direction of her opponent
and from the air she prepared her sword to stab him in the head, but he reacted
quickly before he fell into it, doing a somersault, still lying down, which left a
small space between the deep crack left by the enemy sword in the ceiling and his
head. In that same position she raised her injured hand and grabbed the sword
that performed an electric spell on it that caused the dancer to receive an electric
shock, which served for Sherlock to get up and recreate another very fragile
Sword due to the short time of creation, but with earth enchantment magic it
increased its hardness, although not too much. When Ivan again exchanged
courtesies there was an event that changed what was established, which was a
battle of resistance, a white sword was thrown in the direction of the dancer, who
while dodging it, completely forgot about Sherlock, who took advantage and
attacked with incredible speed with a stab to his heart. But, the dancer, Sherlock
recovers and dodges the critical blow that only passes through her shoulder,
letting out the first moan of pain, then tries to pull out her sword, but is stopped
by her enemy's hand that holds it, although it cuts her neck. But what the dancer
did not expect was that Rin, without her armor, appears behind her, jumping
from the ground of the street and falling on the roof while heading at high speed
with her knife imbued with fire by her magic, and in the direction of her neck.
She was a few meters from cutting it, when a whirlwind of powerful wind forms
around her and collapses the roof due to the intensity of the battle. Falling towards what appeared to be a house, now hidden among the rubble. As soon a
Sherlock gets up from the rubble, the now weaponless dancer stands over her,
and is in defense, she puts up her arm that is bitten.The dancer clung to life and
refused to fall. Then a whirlpool formed around her again with Sherlock trappe
inside. Then Rin, immediately went again, with her weapon imbued. The
whirlpool, the electricity that Sherlock was producing in his body to free himsel
and Rin's knife, colliding with the whirlpool, caused an explosion of mana that
created a magical zone, lighting everything with a horrible white that prevented
everyone from seeing.
...
Both protagonists were in a completely white place, as far as the visitor could see.
It was like being on an unpainted canvas, they began to look everywhere trying to
find their enemy, but nothing of her in all that whiteness. But then from one
moment to another, as if it were a vivid dream or a memory. A scene began to
form in front of their eyes. From one moment to another they were no longer on
the white canvas, they were in a wooden house.
-. Sherlock, this is...-A disturbed scene formed in front of them.
She was a girl who was about to be raped by her stepfather, Rin tries to intervene,
but her hand passes through the man and her voice seems to go unheard. The girl
manages to escape and tries to go into the living room to ask her mother for help,
who only responds with an indifferent slap.
The little girl continues crying until she feels the presence of her stepfather
behind her. She manages to escape from his huge arms and goes straight to the
kitchen where she grabs a knife and in defense stabs her stepfather, who did not
know that she had hidden behind her. The next thing we see is the little girl
stabbing her stepfather's lifeless corpse over and over again, in a sea of blood,
while her mother watches her in horror. Then he tries to suffocate her and
repeats the same word over and over again.
JAsesiana! !Asesiana! !Asesiana!
!Murderer! !Murderess!
!Murderess
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The scene suddenly changes to a totally different one, it was not an unpleasant or
cloudy memory, on the contrary. It was pleasant, cozy and familiar. As if
everything that was seen before had been an unpleasant nightmare, produced by
the mind of a little girl. The girl is in front of a fireplace lying on a large, sleeping
dog, feeling the comforting warmth of the erratic fire that peeked out of the
fireplace, while a woman sitting on a sofa was reading a book out loud and a half-
asleep girl was lying on her lap, and the father was making sweets in the kitchen.
The atmosphere was so warm and different that it did not seem to be from the
same person. But as if it were another dream, the scene changes radically again
and now something else is seen.
The father died, his corpse was in such a depraved state that it did not seem to be
the same man from the previous memory, in a completely gloomy environment
and full of that infernal fog while his daughter observed the scene with terror and
despair. Only to find out later that her sister and mother had also been devoured
by a creature. And then after so much time lost in the fog, her body fell and
suffered the same fate as her entire family at the hands of the creatures and as a
last thought she had.
The white disappears little by little and when it does completely, only a huge void
remains of what was once a house, now it is only a stage with nothing in sight but
rubble. And among all that was the dancer, before imposing and wild, now she
was only looking at the two girls and uttering a few weak words of her own.
-Lu... Lucia, Rebeca-possibly they were the names of her mother and sister that
in her brief moment of lucidity she remembered and confused with those who
were her enemies.
The memory ofher former family was so precious to her that even with the
countless wounds and the pain they caused when walking, she continued walking
towards both girls, with a false illusion of hope. She took weak steps towards
them, which even though, confused and afraid that it was a trap, both give her
what she needs, a hug from both of them. When they do this, they feel the cry of a
creature that would soon die from its countless wounds, but who only wants to
feel a little affection from its family before leaving and also clings to the girls' hug
-I know you're not my family, but still, thank you... really -this surprises both of
them, but they continue hugging even harder than before.
Only for a few seconds it slowly begins to turn into ash and say.
-I... I just wanted to spend more time with my family-these words bring a tear
to Rin's eye, and an old memory to Sherlock's.
All this while the dancer had already been completely despised and the wind had
taken her away, turned into ashes.
Neither of them mentions anything and they head towards their cabin; they need
to rest from this arduous battle that left them exhausted.
Half an hour later.
The path they were taking was through the forest, their walk had to be slower
because of the battle wounds they both had, and the time it took Rin to put on her
armor, it is worth saying that silence reigned between the two of them. Neither of
them dared to say anything, but for Rin it was too nuch, they were alone in this
hell, if they don't keep each other company <
decisively.
-Hey.-her partner's look of surprise appeared when she looked at her, she
didn't expect them to be able to talk for a long time.I know that maybe it's not
the time, but.-doubt invaded her again, but she took a deep breath and
gathered the courage she needed to speak-. I'm here okay.., if you need to talk to
someone or vent, you can trust me-brief phrases that came with sincerity from
Rin, but that for Sherlock were easier to take than to put into practice.
For her, opening up to a person meant showing her weakest and most vulnerable
side, her defects, fears, shortcomings. It was a long-term bet that could turn out
very well or very badly.
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you <
memories really last that long in his mind?>>-Of course, doing and running
away that sounds good, although you forget that we are in the present and what
you are going to do now you will live now-, < simply putting a vote of confidence in a person. Yes, I am aware that I may suffer
rejection or mockery, but look where we are. The place is hell, there are no
people, every second that passes you are afraid of dying>> she looks at the side-.!
Rin I! -the sound of her voice was of a determined person, but who still had
doubts- . Yesterday ...I fell into drugs again -Rin just looked at her with an
expression of surprise-. I had a horrible nightmare, I felt bad, I vwanted to call
you, but I was terrified of the idea that you saw me like that. So I looked for the
easy solution--both girls were looking at each other. In Sherlock's mind, the worst
possible scenario began to form.
-So that's it.-she approaches Sherlock and hugs him- Don't worry, I
understand how difficult it must be to leave an addiction-her friend's mind
clears of doubts upon hearing those words. Let's go home, a hot bath soothes
the soulshe extended her hand towards her companion.
-Yes, let's go-the girl genuinely accepted his handshake and they continued
walking-< Friend-he looks at Rin, as they walked hand in hand.
-I was scared, Sherlock..-his partner doesn't understand that sudden comment.
-Afraid? Why? -He comes out of his own world.
-I thought you were warning me when I was dead.. And thatI would be alone
again in this gloomy fog sherlock felt that feeling in a certain way too-. I have
never disliked being alone, on the contrary, I enjoy the silence and my internal
peace... But, in this case, for some reason that I don't understand, I was afraid of
being alone again-he looks at her through his helmet, she felt distant–. People
who get too close to me always end up dying Sherlock's comment didn't make
much sense to her- That's why... I'm glad you're still alive they continue
walking.
-Well, you don't have to worry too much about that. I died once... It was
unpleasant.
The girl's internal struggle ended with a victory, but she is not the only one with
problems. In Rin, at this moment different doubts are crossing her mind and the
mist was not going to give them a break, but they enjoy the peace just for today.
-In the castle of the kingdom--Asmodeus' room.
It was a large room, worthy of a king, with a promising sized bed and various
extravagant decorations such as a large table where on it there was a miniature
recreation of the kingdom, two large paintings of the former king with his wife
and three children, the eldest a woman, the one in the middle a tall man and the
youngest a red-haired boy, but who interests us is in the center of the whole room
where Asmodeus was, who had won a game of chess with great superiority over
Gilles. The latter himself was with some annoyance on his face, and Asmodeus
with a bored face sitting strangely in his chair, sideways to be more precious as if
the chair were a bed.
"I lost... for the fifth time." His face seemed peaceful, but his tone of voice showed
some annoyance.
-Were you really a soldier in a war? -he points indifferently at Gilles.
-Carlo, yes.
-. Well, it doesn't seem like it... I'm disappointed-Asmodeus states with a
certain tone and a mocking grimace-. Your strategy is archaic and your
reasoning is impulsive, although it was a possibility that a plot was still having on
you, you took the risk and lost, or possibly you didn't realize it because of your
own desire for victory- he looks at him with a defiant grimace, while a malicious
smile stands out Remember, the greatest pleasure is one that is cooked over a
slow fire and is made to beg, that provided you with displeasure and annoyance,
but when it arrives Hahahaha-a moan of feigned satisfaction comes out of him
-. It is the greatest pleasure that someone could experienceEven the king
inside me gets excited-he touches his belly.
T..Anyway, how did you find this chess game? In this day and age, this game
doesn't exist.
"It was in the Noel ark of this kingdom," he says.
The Noel arks, or simply arks. They are supposed to be dungeons, libraries,
treasure chambers etc., which have knowledge of other eras, other times or other
realities. Something very similar to the familiars, although, not all the Noel arks
are connected to the root of magic. In it you can find treasures, knowledge, riches
etc. It is supposed that there is an almost unlimited amount of these, due to the
antiquity of the earth since its origin.
..-a shadow emerges from Gilles' cloak, enveloping and scorning Asmodeus'
indifferent gaze.
-He's probably going to the torture chambersays Asmodeus.
-I find it strange that you underestimate him so much, after all, they are
practitioners of the same philosophy-from among the shadows a presence
emerged. It was the priest, who for the first time raised his voice with a long
sentence, and his presence was even slightly noticeable.
-In a way yes, we are fellow philosophers, but very different in practice-
Asmodeus gets up from his chair and goes straight to the bed to lie down in the
direction he can see the priest He seeks momnentary pleasure in the suffering of
others, mutilation, torture and sadomasochism, which although it gives him
enormous euphoria at first, he is going to need more and more each time-
Asmodeus makes a sign for the priest to sit next to him and the priest obeys-. It's
like drugs, at first a small part does good, but then you need more and more, and
you get caught up in a vicious circle that you cannot control.
-Of course, but it's different, as I repeat to you, it's not that I like to do good or
evil, I simply do what I find fun and even ifI enjoyed the same thing as Gilles, I
wouldn't do it the same way. Since while he prefers instant and fleeting emotions,
I am more of more stable and long-lasting emotions-Asmodeus gets up and sits
down normally-. Do you want me to tell you how I would do it?-the priest nods
-. First I would lock my victim in a dark room and deprive him of several of his
senses, sight and hearing to be exact. Then I would not give him food for two days
and when his madness began to consume him I would free him. I would leave
him a plate of food and a pleasant visit, after eating and with hope in his eyes he
would run, and just as I gave him hope I would take it away with a quick death,
but one that would last long enough to see the contempt in his eyesa shiver runs
through the priest's body, but it was not from fear, rather, he did not know
explain what he felt-Although I repeat, I don't like death just because. I must
have a real motive to kill someone. Look, your ex-king gave me everything in
exchange for one person, that's crazy.
Asmodeus gets out of bed and heads towards the closed curtains, opening them
before looking at Vector with a malicious smile.
-The reason I'm here is simple. There was a person who escaped my control, but
unfortunately that person is already dead, and here somewhere in this kingdom
there is an artifact that will serve to revive both his mind and his soul-Vector is
surprised to hear those words from Asmodeus.
-But necromancy doesn't bring people's souls back to life! He suddenly gets up
from the bed.
-That's if it were a normal container, but.Asmodeus suddenly shows a
surprised face.
-What's happening?.
-They destroyed one of my toys -he makes a certain grimace of displeasure.
-What?-he doesn't understand the sudden change of conversation.
-Yes, it was a doll that I had created that was sensational. Her aggressive dances
were the best, but someone out there ended her miserable existencea smile
begins to overflow on her face-. Oh, and I thought I was only going to have one
training session and now there will be two.
.?-Curiosity overflowed in Vector, he wanted to know what she was talking
about, but the subject of resurrection was more important-.Asmodeus...-the
person mentioned looked back at her.
-Ah, yes, of course, the resurrection thing is simple, what I'm going to use is not a
normal container.
So?
The atmosphere began to feel more tense, the priest was overwhelmed by
curiosity and silently cried out for an answer.
-It will be the corpse of an angel -Vector's eyes widened in surprise.
The corpse of an angel was somewhere in the kingdom, but how and why it would
serve the purpose of Asmodeus is more like a secret, how long it had been hidden
from the holy church and how long the king had hidden it. Doubts kept running
through Vector's head and the mystery of what Asmodeus was grew more and
more, and when he seemed to have an answer, only more questions began to
emerge in his mind.