2 CHAPTER 2

'Where am I?'

That was the first thing she thought when she opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was her being tied up to an altar an.

'What is this place?'

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard voices "This is the soul that I have collected".

"What about it?"

'I can hear voices. Where is it coming from.' she looked around but there was only mist.

"The color is unusual".

"How?"

"I don't know. This the first time I have seen a soul color like that. I didn't know what to do with it".

"The color is unusual indeed. Well, it's not your fault that you don't what this is. You're only a couple thousand-year-old. How did it die?

"She was used as a human sacrifice was raped and then stabbed to death."

"So she died in such a gruesome way. Souls like that are vengeful but this …" the voices stopped for a moment it seemed like the person was thinking something.

The voice was deep and intimidating.

"Ask furcas to come and take a look at it. he might know something."

"Yes, your highness". There was a noise of a door being closed.

'After listening to their conversation, it looks like I died. But where am I and why were they concerned about the color of my soul', the girl thought.

She looked at her surroundings and there was pale grey mist everywhere. She tried to move and found out she didn't have a body. It was like only her consciousness was there.

After that man whoever that was left there were no more noises. She kept waiting and nothing happened. She didn't know how long has it been since she's here.

During that time, she noticed that she didn't need to sleep or eat which was good because she felt terrified and nauseous just at the thought of those four men faces appearing in her dreams.

Many days passed and she was still there in the middle of the mist when she heard a voice.

"Your Highness, Lord Furcas is here"

"Let him in".

An old man with long white hair and beard holding a staff entered in the room. The staff looked like a trident.

"Greetings, Your majesty. You wished to see me".

"Yes, I apologize for not seeing you sooner. I was caught up in something. Take a seat".

"Thank you, Your Highness".

"I called you here to take a look at something. Here."

"Ah, Yes Earl Andromalius said something about a soul having an unusual color. But it's not a matter that should concern His Highness".

"You know how he gets when he can't figure something out. It was a pain to watch him and I was busy to explain this to him myself so I recommended you but he forgot this here."

"May I ask where did he collect it from?"

"Andromalius collected it from a ritual site. Looking at it how an innocent died it was supposed to be collected by those uptight nerds. But because of its unusual color they thought it was a sinner and left it for us. Those bastards".

"I don't blame them.The color is indeed unusual but it really belongs here instead of up there".

"A half-breed".

"Yes, its an offspring of a human and a demon. The color should be a dark shade of grey but its pale. It shows that whichever demon it was. It was weak. The human side is stronger hence the pale grey but it is half demon.".

Before a respond could come a knock sounded on the door, "Your highness, its time for your meeting".

"Inform Andromalius about this."

"Yes, your highness. Should I take this with me or --?"

"Andromalius can come and pick it up".

"Then I will take my leave".

After everyone left, she was alone and she thought, 'What bullshit. Me. A child of a demon. Its unbelievable. Maybe I'm not dead, all of this is a dream. Yes, I will wake up and everything will turn back to normal. Its just one of those nightmares that feel real but aren't. everything will go back to normal once I wake up'.

But deep down she knew it wasn't a dream because what happened at the church didn't felt like a dream.

She thought of that night again she broke down in tears. She thought her tears had ran dry but it didn't. she cried her heart out.

The girl thought that no one could hear her so she wailed and screamed but she was mistaken. The souls are collected in orbs and they act as temporary imprisonment.

Although the soul in the orb can't see anything but they can hear everything. Similarly, whoever is outside can hear and even communicate with the soul inside the orb.

The man returned from his meeting and the first thing he heard was crying. It was not unusual for the souls to act that way. Cries, shouts, screams of anguish could be heard. It was quite common so he didn't pay it any mind.

'I should have sent this with furcas.' He thought. He already had a headache after attending the meeting today and the crying was making it worse.

He took the orb mumbled something and ruins appeared on the orb which cancelled the noise out.

He sighed, "much better".

Getting distracted by all the crying noise he decided to take a break. Poured himself drink and reclined on his chair.

The man had jet-black hair that came to his shoulders. His eyes were dark icy-blue color. There were two horns protruding from his head. their color was the same as his eyes but a little dull. He looked to be in his mid-twenties but has an old man allure. He was at least 6'4 or maybe taller.

He was looking out of the window that was behind him and was engrossed in a thought when he noticed something on the window glass. He spins around and looked at the orb that was glowing. It was giving off a pale grey luminescent light. It almost looked white.