“Why are you shivering?” The Steward asked when Amilia’s shaking became prominent. “It’s not me. It’s this stupid body.” Amilia can feel the entity rolling her eyes but not her own. The shivering and the eye roll, looked to Amilia like she had gotten back control of her own body. But the tremor she was feeling was because of her fear. Fear for her safety. “Why did you even choose this body? It looks like you don’t have any control over it.” The Steward commented. Stupid bitch! Amilia was silent for a moment. She let the seconds pass before she finally opened her trembling lips. Even in a quivering voice, she voiced her thoughts. “She’s gone now. She won’t be coming back. So, you should bring me back to earth.” “Is that so? Where did you get the idea that I will bring you back when you finally get rid of Elena?” The Steward eyed Amilia. He was challenging her and scrutinizing her at the same time. Amilia visibly backed out, getting enough space between her and the Steward. No!
“Come on! I need more pillow here.” Amilia ordered like she was the boss of the place to a Stray. Well, maybe she is, or Elena is. The Steward left her saying to just relax for a while and he will just check the progress on the Upper Ground with the Shades. They will collaborate with their plan since they need to eliminate the biggest hindrance of all, the Fallen. “More to the left.” It was evident that Elena was enjoying the luxury she was now experiencing with Amilia’s body. She was loving every minute of being free. But that doesn’t stop her from feeling she wanted more. Since it’s not every day that she would possess a body that was so inclined with hers. Why not make the best out of it? With that, Elena had thought of a great plan. No! Don’t even think about it. Amilia laughed loudly making a few Strays look her way curiously. She ignored them and straightened her back. “What? It was only a matter of time before I would be able to consume you and by that time, I will be able
“Amilia, what are you doing?” Editha exclaimed. She watched as her granddaughter extended her hand toward her. Editha had a frightened look on her face as she stared at the blackest orbs she had seen. It was round and big, and… cute. The owner of the orbs had a small and fluffy face. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth. “He likes you, Gran. Come on smile for him. You’re scaring her with that look.” Amilia said. “Amilia, darling, you know that I don’t like dogs. What are we even doing here? Harold might see us.” Editha looked around in alert. She’s been scanning the whole place since they left the diner. Since the day she saw Harold at the diner, she’s been on edge. She can’t help it, the images of Harold’s mistreatment. It was a nightmare, one she would not experience again. “Gran, please. Loosen up a bit. I bought you here today to ease your worry. Can you please cooperate?” To say that Editha was shocked was an understatement. If she had been scanning the place for Harold,
“Have you seen her? How was she?” Senna giddily asked the Fallen as soon as he returned to the apartment. The little girl, Zephyr, and Lizzy were still staying at the apartment and every day worried about Amilia. They know that she had been taken, but they did not know by whom. When the Fallen told them that it might be his old acquaintance it didn’t still sit well with them. They knew the Fallen, by an old acquaintance he might mean a lot of entity. Angels and demons, or maybe a Shade. None of those choices seems to be a good pick since the Fallen was not always on the good side as they see it. “I guess you can say that she’s fine.” The Fallen said vaguely. “What do you mean?” Lizzie stood up from the couch and stalked towards the Fallen. “She looked okay. But she was not the one who was controlling her body. She might still be inside there somewhere or…” The Fallen let the word hang in the air cruelly. He need not mention the other possibility. They all knew it. They’ve been st
“What happened?” Linda and John turned to look at the newly arrived Lizzie and Zephyr and with a little girl on their side. Lizzie looked shaken while the Zephyr was calm as he held the kid’s hands. If Linda doesn’t know better, she would think that Lizzie and Zephyr had a daughter. “What happened to Amilia?” Lizzie asked again when she didn’t get an answer. “She cut herself. She just came a few days ago and she was kind of strange but we didn’t think much of it. When we came home earlier, she was holding a knife on her wrist and Editha was unconscious on the ground.” Linda was having trouble recalling what had happened. She still can’t wrap her head around it. It was still unbelievable and felt like a dream. “Did she hurt Editha?” Lizzie asked. She looked around the emergency room and found the older lady sleeping on the bed next to where Amilia was. The emergency room was busy and there were a lot of patients. Senna was clutching Zephyr’s hand tightly as she squeezed her body on
“Zephyr!” Lizzie called out to Zephyr but the latter was not responding. She was just staring at his black orbs that seems to be sucking the life out of her. Zephyr was changing. He looked just like how he is when Stacey’s incident happened. He looked creepy with that void eyes and the shadowy figures that were advancing toward him. Zephyr’s arms shoot out. He grabbed Lizzie by the neck. Senna was shocked by the movement that she quickly let go of Zephyr’s legs. Gasping, Lizzie tried to pry herself away from him. But he was so strong that her attempts were futile. “Found you.” Zephyr opened his mouth and a sinister voice came out of it. It was low and papery. A shiver run down Lizzie’s back and her body froze. The shadowy figures are not entering Zephyr’s body and as the minutes passed, his hold on her tightened. Black spots are now swimming through Lizzie’s vision. She can also feel the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Her hands were trembling and limping. She was losing h
“Are you sure that she will survive?” The Fallen asked the angel as they both watched Amilia sleeping in an isolated room. “She will survive. That Shade won’t let her die just like that. She was waiting for this person to come for a decade just to get back at you. She was so into you.” The angel said. The Fallen can only shake his head at his comment. It was not unusual to hear his comment like that. He had been hearing it forever and now grew tired of it. “You need to be prepared when she wakes up. I don’t know if that Shade had escaped this body or not. It’s always better to be prepared.” After saying that, the angel disappeared into thin air. The Fallen was left alone at Amilia’s side. He looked down at her peaceful face and stared. “How did you come into this kind of situation? Is it my mistake when I saved you back then? I don’t know how to help you anymore.” Amilia was still asleep and the Fallen sighed. He is not waiting for a response but he sure hoped he would get some.
A hurricane hits Vegas for the fourth time this month. Everyone was in panic and nobody even expected this to be happening. The government was doing its best to do some damage control but it was still not enough. People are dying and many victims had lost their homes. The evacuation centers are full of the elderly, children, and pregnant women. All in all, everything was in chaos. “Dear citizens, we have everything under control! There is no such thing as scarce resources. There is nothing to worry about,” the mayor calmly announced the day after the fourth hurricane hit. “What are you talking about? Do not sugarcoat everything. We know that the government can no longer handle the situation. We are all going to die!” That statement made people in the evacuation center fell into a frantic panic. The marshals did their best to calm the people down but it was futile. They were so worked up in their life. The mothers were clutching their children close to their bodies while the men were
“Where should we start?” Lizzie, John, and Linda were on the way to the place where the storm hits. The rain just stopped and reports are coming about the casualties and deaths. News outlets were also covering the reason behind such natural disasters. The government is extending help here and there to the victims and their families. Reports of missing persons were flooding the stations. It’s been days since the rain stopped but the sun couldn’t be since that day when it sets. The sky would lighten when it was morning but it was just full of skies. Lizzie asked the two to come out with her to find Amilia. They waited for how many days. At first, they thought that she just needed time for herself since it looked like she had finished her mission with success. They waited for her return. Zephyr was getting better but Amilia hasn’t come back. Neither the angel nor the Fallen came back. Lizzie and Zephyr got worried when after a few days nobody came back. They decided to wait for anothe
Harold didn’t get that far. He was already weak when they caught up with him. He was starting to decompose. The skin on his body was falling apart. He was no longer the Harold Amilia remembered him to be. “He must’ve used a lot of his powers with you,” the angel said beside her. “He was already dead and losing his powers means that his body would eventually catch up. There is no way for him to get energy anymore,” he continued to explain. “It will be easy to defeat him no. Let’s go.” The three of them get close to Harold. He now looked like a corpse. Well, that is because he is a corpse, Amilia. Amilia disregard he thoughts and readied the dagger. She clasped the handle tightly and close to her. She can feel Elena’s power dancing on her arms and running towards her palm. She was holding the dagger that was supposed to kill Elena and she was helping her with her powers. What an irony. “Are you ready?” Amilia took a deep breath before answering the Fallen with a nod. The angel was
You need to wake up, Amilia. Please! Scared. Elena was getting scared. It was something she hasn’t felt for so long. She didn’t get scared when she fell into a deep slumber in the unknown. She wasn’t this scared when she met the Steward for the first time. Nor when the Fallen brought the dagger to her. It wasn’t like this, never like this. It was a type where you can feel that you are weak. That you are facing someone or something that was in a whole other world stronger than you. Elena would admit defeat. But she wasn’t alone right now. Amilia needed her. That damn girl! She needs to wake up! I don’t like the look of this one. Elena did her best. She was continuously reaching out to Amilia’s consciousness and calling her. There wasn’t much response at first. Elena assumed that Amilia was now gone but eventually, Elena felt that tap. Amilia was still there. She’s still inside stuck in her mind. Amilia, listen to me. Amilia did. The familiar voice she was hearing vaguely earlier g
Watch out! Amilia was drowned in her little world of self that she failed to notice Harold advancing toward her. Elena tried to warn him but it was too late. Amilia was already deep down and Harold had managed to grasp her arms. He didn’t waste any time and took over Amilia’s body. No! Elena did her best to hold off the Bellua but he was stronger than her. her powers were also diminishing so could only do as much. Luckily, it was enough to keep her and Amilia’s sanity. It will be up to her to fight. “Amilia!” Both the Fallen and the angel rushed off to where Harold run off to, to Amilia. She was standing a few meters away from them. Her eyes were hollow and she was stiff. There was dark smoke coming out of her body. She looked as if she was decaying. “He was sucking the energy she had left in her. At this rate, she will die,” the angel pointed out. The Fallen attacked without much say. He tried to land a punch on Amilia’s side but she was quick to catch his fist. She deflected a
“It will be hard to approach Harold, what is the plan?” Amilia asked the two entities she was with. “It will be hard since Strays and Shade will be around him. You said that the Weaver looked tattered, right?” Amilia nodded at the Fallen. “Maybe we can get through him first. Harold and the Steward don’t have a direct connection. Harold was connected to the Weaver and the Weaver to Steward. We can sever that connection first.” Amilia and the angel nodded at him in agreement. They proceed to go to where Harold was. They did travel not so smoothly since the traffic was jammed. The people were in chaos running here and there and bumping with people. Some are making a scene and fighting with each other. It was an alarming scene but Amilia couldn’t stop to break some of the fights. She needed to get to the source. “We need to move fast!” The angel looked up to see that the tornado was growing more. It was now consuming some trees and cars. The rain also picked up the pace and was now po
“You what?” Amilia heard a resounding laugh in her head as Elena enjoyed herself with what the Fallen had confessed. It was a nice confession, very nice. Amilia looked at the Fallen and wished that he was just joking. That it wasn’t true and the dagger was just actually hidden somewhere. But the look on his face was clear as day, he wasn’t joking. “Why would you do that?” It was Lizzie who presented to ask the Fallen that. The Fallen was silent. He was looking everywhere trying to avoid the questions. Amilia sighed at his reaction. He may be some powerful being but he was a stupid one. Doing stupid things and getting blinded by love. She heard another laugh. Will you please stop? Sorry, I can’t. Yeah, as if you were not the one who made him like that. Silence. That’s what Amilia thought. Their discussion was cut off by another rumble of the ground. It shook slightly. They all looked outside and saw that rain was starting to fall. The sky darkened even more as if it was already
Their love grew and flourish but not for long. Word eventually got out and their little secret love affair became known except for the humans. Elena would stumble upon some entities and would give her a look here and there. It wasn’t much at first but eventually, it started to get into her. It was slowly making her doubt everything she was feeling. The reality was slowly sinking into her mind. she wasn’t doubting the love they were sharing, but the situation they were in. Their love was at the wrong time. That is what was running on Elena’s mind as she stared outside her window. It was almost night time and the full moon was coming. That means, that the night he would come was nearing. She was usually very excited but not this time, not right now. She was dreading the upcoming day. There was a knock on her window that made her startled. Another knock confirmed that it was a rock. Elena stood up from her seat and went to open her window. There was no one outside. She looked left and
“You left this behind.” “How? What?” Amilia stammered. “You were busy with other things so I figured that I’ll just pick this up for you,” the Fallen shamelessly said. “I mean, you were supposed to be somewhere, right? What are you doing here?” Amilia looked around her but there was no other being in sight aside from the both of them. She looked at the Fallen again and to the grimoire in his hands. She walked up to him and tried to get the book but the Fallen was quick to dodge her hand and raised the book. Because he was taller than her, reaching it would be a problem. “Who told you that? And where am I supposed to be?” the Fallen looked down on her. “The angel told me. I don’t know, you were supposed to be fighting the Bellua or something?” Amilia was still trying to reach the book to no avail. She was just small enough for him. “Don’t believe everything he says. Some of them are…” the Fallen didn’t finish what he was supposed to say. “Are what?” Instead of answering her, th
The Weaver didn’t expect anything from Amilia. He was dismissing what happened earlier as a coincidence so, when she attacked him again, he was caught off guard. For some reason, she had gained strength out of the blue. Her grip on his neck was stronger than any normal person’s. Even stronger than the angels. It can level with the Steward. “What…?” He was stunned. Amilia only smirked at him and squeezed his neck. But the Weaver wasn’t letting her do what she wanted so easily. He held her on the waist and lift her. He managed to separate her from him when he threw Amilia on the wall as if she was just a measly rug. Amilia fell into a coughing fit when her back hit the wall. She was on her knees and he back was in sharp pain. The Weaver was also coughing but not as bad as Amilia. But that wouldn’t stop her. Not now, when she was just starting. So, she lunged again. This time she came prepared. She had picked up the bat she owned lying on the ground below the window. She swung it with