Ch 36: The Tragic Diva & The Bloody Knight

Villain4forever: Hi guys!

I only want to say that the origin story of the next character will not be the same as in the original work, but I thought that maybe it would more interesting in this way.

However, I must be clear that I don't own the character. I just modified her story. Something that is very common in fanfics.

Can you guess who the character is?

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/Oslo's warehouse/

In a room a little far from the commotion that was happening outside, there was a single prison cell being guarded by two mercenaries, with a purple haired girl chained from her right leg, and wearing a collar with several incantations of magic inhibitors.

Even for the age that she seemed to have, her figure was very mature. Each one of the curves of her body exuded a gentle and calm sensuality, with generous covered by a white one-piece dress.

The guards didn't dare to look at her, because they feared that they would be tempted by the figure of the girl, only to be killed.

Meanwhile, she wonders, how many times has this happened to her during her chaotic life? However, it wasn't always like this. It's in moments like this that she remembers her past, even before she got her 'gift', as some people called it.

Since she was a little girl, she has always loved her mother's beautiful voice, and her father's talent for the use of musical instruments. When they played and sang together in the stage in front of the public, there was no day when they didn't received the ovations of their admirers. This leaded the young girl to have a great love for the music, and then started to practice her singing along with her mother.

She even got the opportunity to stand in the stage with her parents and singing with them.

However, one day, all of that changed.

After turning 17, she began to notice that her body was becoming weak, and that sometimes she would feel too sleepy that she ended up sleeping for an entire day.

Her parents became preoccupied, and they seemed to recognize these symptoms.

Just then, her parents told her the true identity of her mother. A demon, a being that is supposed to represent all what is evil; but she wasn't any kind of devil, she was a descendant of the late Satan, Leviathan. However, she knew her mother, and that despite of her being a devil, she wasn't evil at all, but a gentle and caring woman.

Then, they explained her that what was happening to her was due to her devil part. It was a strange disease that only affects devils, which is called 'Sleep disease'. The devil with this kind of disease will enter in a coma in which the victim would not wake up, weakening their body until their deaths. Unfortunately, there is no known cure for this, leaving many victims behind.

Of course, her parents avoided telling her the sensitive parts, but it was still terrifying for her the fact of fall asleep and never wake up. She would be alive, but without being alive.

The girl felt sad after knowing this, but she told to herself that she wouldn't fall in depression. She wanted to be strong so she wouldn't worry her parents, so she always showed a bright smile in front of them.

On the other hand, her parents were trying to find for any cure for her daughter. They planned to send her to the devil world with some people in which they could trust to protect her.

The 'Sleep disease' wasn't the only threat to their daughter's life. Due to her identity as a Leviathan's descendant, not only angel and fallen angels would hunt her, but also other devils including other Leviathan descendants would use her as a tool they see convenient.

However, all of their plans changed one day, when her father found a strange rhomboid crystal in his way to home. It was transparent and it seemed to have some kind of white light inside it.

He brought it home out of curiosity, but neither he, her wife nor her daughter would have expected that as soon the latter touched the crystal, all of her symptoms disappeared as if they never existed.

Unfortunately, but not too much, she needed to stay close to the crystal so she could stay awake.

Alas, that wasn't the only thing that happened to her.

As if it was reacting to the crystal, something inside her awakened inside her. Something powerful.

Maybe it was due to her desire to be a famous singer, maybe due to her bloodline or even it could have been due to both of these. He awakened something that her parents called a Sacred Gear, and as if she was connected to it, she knew its name. Nereid Kyrie.

The Sacred Gear allowed her to give power to her songs. At the same time, her demonic power also grew.

The demonic power was different from magic power/mana. It can only be used by the devils and mana is the result after the Great Mage Merlin when he created the Magic System for humans, combining his knowledge about demonic power and other calculations.

Either way, her demonic power increased by several folds allowing her to control great amounts of water and give them form. She received training from part of her mother to gain more control of her powers.

Apart from that, her life continued peacefully, while singing and helping her parents with their acts.

However, all of that changed two years later. An event that nobody desired occurred in 1914. The First War World occurred. Of course, at that time it was only called the Great War.

Her hometown was one the first places to be attacked by the Germans. She managed to escape in time along with her family.

However, just when the three of them were about to cross the portal, that was placed by her mother's friend to the get to the Underworld, the Germans bombarded the location, destroying the teleportation array. She was the only one that couldn't managed to arrive to the other side.

Because she didn't know yet how to use the teleportation spell herself to travel to the Underworld, she had no other option more than hide wishing that the things would be better. Nevertheless, the world can be cruel sometimes, and she had to move out from her home to avoid the constant battles between humans.

While traveling, she waited and waited for someone of her family to find her, however, the world was too chaotic at that moment, and she couldn't stay in one place.

Many years had passed and since then, as a person with a kind and gentle heart, she travelled around the world, help to those in need only if she is able to do something for them.

She sang to the refugees, no matter from which country they came from, and when the soldiers pursued them, she used her control over water to cause floods and heavy rains to stop them.

She was known for those who she helped as the Purple-haired Saintes. Moreover, even with the end of the war, they still talked about her as a saviour.

Then, when the Second World War started, she returned and the same was with her legend. 'With her songs she will heal the hearts of the desperate and call the spirits of water to protect them'. That was her legend.

Time continued its course, and a century has passed, but no one came for her. She didn't believe that her parents forgot her, they wouldn't be capable of that. But her worries were still there, thinking that maybe something happened to them in the underworld.

She started to search for a way to go to the underworld, but it was difficult, because when exorcists or fallen angel spotted her, they would hunt her. The demons weren't good either; many of them tried to make her join to their peerages due to her beauty that didn't changed since she turned 17, and her great amount of demonic power. She refused of course, after noticing the kind of look that they gave to her, both seeing her as a mere tool or a toy to have fun with.

She continued running away, until one day, the men that were keeping her captive for almost two months until now finally captured her. It has passed a month since then.

*BOOOOOM!*

"Damn it. That sounded close." Said one of the mercenaries. He had black hair with brown skin.

"I know. Did the attacker brought a tank?" Said the other. This one had blonde hair with white skin.

"Should we check?"

"No. You've heard the boss, we must stay here and guard the VIP product. If I remember well, the buyers were from an organization called, Khaos Brigade."

"What do you think they want her for?"

"I don't know and I don't care. But if it weren't for the fact that we are not allowed to touch her then I would have already had fun with her."

Hearing the mercenary's words, the girl's body flinched a little, and her calm expression turned into one of disgust. She had seen many men abusing sexually of women, even more in war times, and she made sure of drown them in the bottom of lakes and seas.

Of course, that doesn't mean that she hated men, she already had great friendships with many men, but never reached to the point of romance. Either way, she didn't like the trash that dared to r*pe a woman; or man, depending the circumstances.

Fortunately, the last person that tried to abuse her was executed in the spot. She didn't like to see blood, but at least she didn't freak out unlike the first time. Having lived in two wars clearly accustomed her mind to this kind of scenes.

*Tatatatata*

"Ahhhhhh!"

"P-Please, don't- AHHHHH!"

The two mercenaries looked with nervousness at the metal door entrance after hearing the screams of their companions. They could even could hear their flesh and bones being teared and broken apart.

The black haired mercenary then looked at his friend. His hands were shaking uncontrollably while holding his rifle. Then he spoke.

"H-Hey, I think we should-"

*Clang*

His sentence was interrupted when the sound of metal tearing metal. They both turned their gazes towards the door, and they say four big claw marks on it.

Then, the door was kicked down, sending the door flying towards the blond haired man. Due to the speed and force in which the door flew, the body of the mercenary was smashed with his back on the cell bars.

His blood splattered all around the cell interior, staining the girl's white dress with some droplets.

The other mercenary, seeing the gruesome scene, he felt paralyzed. But then, when he saw their attacker walking towards him with a slow and calm pace, he pointed his gun at him, and started to shoot.

With a set of claws appearing on his right hand, the attacker blocked the bullets that were directed to his head, and then he started running towards the mercenary.

The mercenary seeing this quickly started to search something in his pocket. He immediately took out the keys of the cell door. With them, even if his movements were hurried and clumsy, he still managed to open it.

However, as soon the door opened, the mercenary felt a piercing pain from his back. He looked behind him and he saw the small figure of his attacker and his claws stabbing him.

At the next moment, from the claw, its red veins started to glow, and the girl could see how the mercenary's body was starting to dry, leaving him look like a mummy.

The attacker, who was Nemesis aka Zircon, threw the dried body of the mercenary away, and let his claw disappear along with his mask into a red bright cloud of ashes

Then, he looked at the young girl in front of him, directly at her bright orange eyes that looked like jaspers.

The young girl did the same, and looked at the appearance of the stranger in front of her. His clothes were tainted in too much blood that even his black coat couldn't hide the crimson bright of it. She then looked at his face; and even if his hood covered it, she could notice his white strands of hair, and his eyes, one that looked like a pure ruby, and the other like a sapphire.

They looked at each other for a while, until he started walking towards her.

At just few centimetres in front of her, his tail like spear appeared with red bright ashes, and then he attacked.

The girl didn't even flinched, not afraid. She could tell after many experiences and looking him at the eyes that he wasn't going to hurt her. And she was right.

The tail broke the chain on her leg, freeing her. He offered his hand to help her to get up, which she accepted. It would be rude for her part to reject the help of the person who saved her. Besides, while still looking him at the eyes, she noticed that he didn't seem to be the kind of person who wants to act like the great chevalier that saved the 'pitiful princess'.

She knew how to read the peoples thoughts by looking them in the eyes after interacting with many kinds of people. In other words, she has 'good eyes' to judge people.

"Nemesis. Here Queen Rose." Zircon's radio sounded.

"Nemesis here." Zircon answered with a calm voice, but in the inside, his heart felt warm after hearing Yuria's voice. "How did it result?"

The young seemed to have noticed the change in the mood of Zircon. She watched him, tilting her head.

"It was a success. Now, I only need to revive the geezers and turn them into my puppets." Yuria said such terrifying words with a cheerful voice. "Hey~. I did my job. Did you do yours?"

"We still need to get rid of Oslo. But I think Huntress is on her way."