Chapter 7

Before leaving, she glanced at Yasou's sleeping body one more time.

"...you fool." she spoke to herself in a wry smile, and shut the door behind her. Sighing deeply she looks at the barren streets, devoid of any human life. At least, so it would appear at first glance. She knew that in fact any misstep could easily lead her into an ambush. It was common to hear a joke that the inquisition tries to take over the role of go, being omnipotent and omnipresent. In truth however, their only strength is in their packs. When you take away the scouting force the will simply be left blind, unable to adequately position themselves to counterattack.

she looked up at the night sky, faint tinges of red permeating the black, starry sky. From her sleeve she pulled out a dagger as she sneaked around, trying to find more prey to eliminate.

For demons, this was simple cleanup duty. The church should never be allowed to dominate the streets, for if they do, the demons will slowly be eradicated.

After weaving though dark alley after dark alley, with steps quieter than a whisper, she found a 2nd trio approaching the same direction as the trio taken out before them.

She knew she couldn't attack them head on, her wounds would keep her strikes from being close to fatal. The human barely made it out alive in the last fight.

Instead, her approach was trying to keep her presence as faint as possible, keeping a small distance as to not be sensed, spotted or heard.

This trio of inquisitors seemed a lot more battle hardened and were significantly older.

"Communications from Mephiel are dead, should we contact Cristo?" Asked the youngest looking of the three, a guy with an eyepatch and a slim frame, holding a glowing katana in hand.

"Sounding the alarm over a lost flock of fledgelings? Laughable." An older man with a hunched frame said as he stuffed a cigar into his mouth.

"No need." Said the bulkiest man of the three. "We will simply report."

"Report?!" The guy with the eyepatch exclaimed. "You really like playing by the rules huh?"

"Regrettable as it may be, our leader knows to keep up from trouble."

"Report, and done."

This was one of the groups hunting her down earlier, and which wounded her severely.

In her eyes, the older man was most dangerous. The moment you get distracted he will find a moment to strike.

...

But she still hesitates to strike, the group hasn't shown any openings even if they didn't sense her presence.

They are professionals.

In such cases, it is a demons task to take one out and retreat, but she knew she couldn't do much.

But worst of all, if she had to retreat she would put him in peril.

She bit her lip, knowing she was ill equipped.

'... just one strike' she told herself. '..... one strike should do.'

She couldn't leave demonkind behind either, leave them to die.

But as she readied a small throwing knife from her pocket, another thought burrowed inside her mind.

'Is he okay?'

She was worried, worried that the person who saved her would... well she didn't know. Maybe he wouldn't wake up, maybe he is bleeding from the inside somewhere. She doesn't know, and it makes her all the more worried.

'Ridiculous, stop it. Focus.'

But that one moment of hesitation made all the difference.

"A visitor, this late at night?" The old guy suddenly spoke up. "Come closer, child. Reveal to us the sneaky little kitten hiding behind that corner."

"Hey gramps, you sound disgusting, knock it off." The man with the katana retorted.

She tried to run away noiselessly, hoping her aura would dissipate enough for them to lose track.

But as she was nearing the end of the alley, a knife flew by her face, missing it by only a hair.

"A little blackbird too curious, so that's who you are. Keh keh keh."

'Tch, I was almost there.'

A sense of dread entered her mind. This was not the way she wanted to start a battle.

'Should have gone for it while I had the chance.'

She was at a crossroads, having 2 bad choices. To fight a losing fight or to escape while being tracked down.

"Capture or kill her. Doesn't matter."

The leader ordered the attack. Wracking her brains, she could only think of one option.

'Fight to flee'