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Gazing lifelessly down at the thin Japanese sword in her clenched hand, the fifteen-year old's dull brown eyes followed each drop of crimson liquid hang off the tip of the sword and land soundlessly on the ground. "Celestia." The voice of a familiar creature reached her human ears. Her gaze trailed up to meet her masters pair and this initiated his anger but she remained emotionless as he began to complain. "What the hell was that just now? I've been training you for the last ten years and I don't remember you fighting with the speed of a snail. I wouldn't have been surprised if these weak demons killed you." The straight black strands of Celestia's silky hair sway slightly under her hood as she stepped off the pile of dead bodies. The sharp weapon she summoned earlier transformed into light, allowing itself to be absorbed by the tattoo on the palm of her hand. The male glared as she disregarded his last words and spun on her heels, intending to leave the sickening scene. "How many times have I told you to not act like that towards me?" His form materialised in front of her, this allowing his long fingers to wrap around her neck. Celestia choked as her body was driven back and smacked against one of the trees in the vast forest. He released her once her face grew pale and watched smugly as she coughed and desperately inhaled as much as oxygen as she could. She bowed stiffly towards her master as soon as she managed to sort herself out. "I apologize, Zerro." His lips formed into a cruel grin and he unexpectedly planted a kick in her stomach causing Celestia to hit against the rough bark a second time. "You are just a weapon…nothing else." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ During a majority of her life, Celestia suffered through misfortune after misfortune, thanks to the demon, Zerro, who tricked her into creating a contract with him. When Han, a new student transfers to her school, he makes it his mission to help lift away her suffering. Will he succeed or will Zerro stop him from doing so?
Advancing onto the green landscape, a smile stretched onto the petite yet round face of a child as young as three.
"Wait for me!" She accelerated her pace, making an effort to reach the two adults.
The specs of brown along with the pupils in her eyes caught the pleasant expressions they directed to her as they offered a single hand to hold. A giggle escaped her thin lips and she raised her arms to place her tiny hands into theirs.
"Where are we going?" She requested an answer by enquiring this as she performed a little hop, revealing the high amount excitement that almost burst out of her chest.
Not receiving an immediate response, her coffee coloured eyes flickered up once more to the two taller beings but they blinked, perplexity lingering in them as soon as the look they sent her was now pained.
The scene surrounding her altered from the beautiful scenery to a deserted street. Beads of clear liquid landed on top of her head which she discovered to be rain, a shiver endlessly traveling up and down her spine once the wind picked up. Her body trembled ever so slightly as the only warmth she felt vanished from her hands, the duo falling onto the soaked street where parts of their bodies began to twist in sickening ways. The sound of wheels screeching against the concrete surface entered through her ears and her head shot up. A car as green as summer leaves reversed and drove around the injured bodies, speeding away to a place unknown to her. Resting both knees against the ground, the three-year-old shook the woman gently, glancing at the man a few times.
"Mama…Papa," She called.
No reaction.
Tears stung the corner of her eyes as she quivered in fear. Her lips parted to call her parents once more but a pair of hands wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her away. She snapped her head to her left, feeling a sense of panic rise inside of her. She didn't recognise the lady holding her as she squirmed around, trying to escape.
"Calm down child." Her body somehow relaxed at the soft voice.
Drawing her phone from her pocket, the elderly dialled a number and placed the speaker by her ear. The toddler heard a voice from the other line and awaited her reply. Her eyes grew wide shortly after she managed to gather the words that spilled out the female's lips.
"Send an ambulance to King's street. There's been an accident."
