Painful Truth

Hazel felt her broken mind would entirely run mad from the boredom.

Her body was falling in the unending darkness that surrounded her, wrapped all around her. Her vision couldn't pick up anything. As she kept on moving through the gateways' passages of the unknown realms from the monster realm she previously was in.

"Hey Sirae, which realm did you say we were landing in."

She toke a large bite from the stale meat she got from killing monsters that were in troops moving down the gateways with her.

Not that it was easy doing so while being blind. But being a ninetailed fox had its perks. Her perception level was insane. She could sense beasts from miles away. At least it would have been nice that the fox spirit would have warned her early before a Devil toke a chunk of meat from her arm.

Her eyes furrowed at the memory of an imp wrapped around her arm and taking a heavenly bite. While she was technical blinded with weariness.

Since then she became aware, training her perception while killing monsters that didn't know their own league.

The good news was her arm was all healed up.

It was quite terrifying to see a bite hole on your arm. But it's all in the past.

"For the ten thousand, four hundred and twenty fourth time, the human realm!!"

A ninetailed fox materialized infront of her. Crimson pair of eyes glaring at her. Sirae only recently could do that after regaining a fraction of her strength. The progress was slower because of the state Hazel was in.

Befuddled and so tired.

"Damn you Sirae you won't blame me. I keep falling down day and night no rest. And each time I roughly calculate the period that I keep falling in this darkness. It rolls into weeks and months and now it's a year. Am only eighteen... Oh wait make that nineteen my birthday has passed."

A bout of laughter graced her chapped cherry lips. The sound vibrated from her chest in jerks almost as if she was having a heartattack. She then curled herself into a ball.

Sirae sighed.

"If He had done it in his full strength you would have landed in the human realm within two days."

Oh.

Hazel toke another bite from the imp's meat. A kind of revenge she toke on their kind. She wanted to pay the dead monster back so she childishly began eating it's kind for a year now.

Yes, she was a kind of person that kept grudges.

Her mind strayed to memory of the old man who held her in his arms. She felt a pang of buried pain resurface from her chest. She only found out of his identity when Sirae emerged a week ago from the incident first as a voice in her mind that she thought she had ran mad and later as a ghost falling along with her.

Her Grandpa.

Hazel growled at Sirae. Angry that she reminded her especially when she kept warning her not to.

Sirae rivaled her with an intense glare too.

In the end Hazel gave up. Turning away from her.

"You know I don't want to be reminded of my incompetence. Yet you enjoy the sadist pleasure of hurting me."

Sirae clucked her tongue.

"You know that's not true. You... You are changing and I need to anchor you back to reality before you lose pieces of your broken mind."

Hazel grinned.

Sirae was the only reason why she hadn't dug a knife to her skull yet. Not that she would die but to revel in the pain. Her mind was broken. It only remained for its pieces to be separated. But Sirae made sure she always held the pieces.

But she didn't like to think of herself mad.

But a mad person would also claim that she was sane.

"Luckily we would be landing soon. The amulet's light is dimming."

Hazel closed her eyes. Feeling the floating heat wrapped around her neck. The amulet was the dull amber light that only existed here. It made her feel warm and a bit safe too. But she did greedily wish it was brighter sometimes. An ingrate she was but you couldn't blame her. It was just too dark.

It floated above her chest along with her clothes because of the pressure of her fall.

Her dried bloodied, torn clothes wasn't encouraging. She was nearly naked by the way. And she was in dire need of a bath. She smelt and looked like a corpse. Her wild lavender hair was in a tangled mess and reached the tips of her toes.

She tried cutting it off with her soul weapon that she got from killing a Tyrant. A formless metal from a metallic centurion carapace's will, a swarm she encountered months ago. It could morph to any weapon of her choice only if she willed it.

But the hair only grew more wilder than before. A reaction that occurred because of the gateways flow of time. Something that Sirae said. And she couldn't remember because she wasn't paying attention.

Though she did pay attention in the classes Sirae gave about the creatures called humans. A race that looked like her when she was in her humanoid form.

It was quite interesting and she always felt an eager rush to see for herself.

It was only too bad she won't be with her mate in the end. Maybe a harem of human males would lighten her boredom.

Sirae shook her head on reading her thoughts.

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"Defiance: Reverse Gravity."

Carolina muttered under her breath. An invisible force above the blood barrier solidified pushing the corpse hand upwards. Her feet dugged in the ground. Forming a small crater at the impact of the two powers. Air pressured away from the contact. Almost forming a hurricane.

Damn, the monster was tough.

Carolina held back a groan. This was her only role in the fight. To protect the Tyrant from crushing the army until He and Cain destroyed it. It was a gamble they made on seeing the size of the Gate it was only plausible the monster that would emerge would be massive as it's Gate. So to save them from getting crushed under it's wait she had to reverse the effects of gravity. A skill she had not used for months. So she gave it her all. Dressed for it and Willed for it. Her will was resolved and unbreakable. No matter what she would do her part.

Her blue eyes glowed as the barrier sparked and re-solidified under the weight of the corpse. She felt the resolve of the hunters behind her. The First Division Army. Made of only two hundred hunters. Allen who was heading the Second Division Army waited for her to do her part before they charge in.

Another roar came from behind her.

Her eyes met a massive white scaled dragon with darkened blue eyes, one could mistake it as black that gleamed in unrestrained madness. Filled with fury and a will to kill, destroy, shatter and ruin.

It washed fear into the hearts of the entire army and resolve to win. The dragon hovered above the fox masked Duke of Russex who lazily removed his gloves. Cracking his neck and moved as a predator prowling towards it's prey. It was almost comical. A human wanting to kill a Tyrant alone but with Him....

Anything could be possible.

Her eyes strayed back to the dragon and a memory overlapped the scene, to that of a lazy white cat with curious blue eyes.

Cain.

The dragon's reptilian eyes met hers.

It ran a cold chill down her spine.

It dawned to her that she was looking at the eyes of a beast, not the eyes of a man she fell hard for.

She closed her eyes turning away. Her chest heavy. Everything that occurred five years ago was something she only held dear. But to him it was mainly a job he was forced into.

She opened her eyes. Sighing deeply.

She had to face the truth.

Cain was never hers.

He only saw her as a pawn in his master's hands.