Xegris: I don't like this stuff. Hellion: ... (take the cold bread from his plate.) Xegris: Why are you taking it? It's mine! Hellion: (put it back on his plate.) Xegris: (raised his brow) You're not eating it? Hellion: No. It's "yours" after all. Xegris: ... Then just become mine... Hellion: *slaps him awake* What the hell are you dreaming about?
The room was intricately decorates with a crystal ceiling, a soft cushion seat and a luxurious tea table between the elegant couches. Xegris put down the cup on the table as he look at the people lazily leaning on his seat. Across the table a person with a similar stature sits in front of him. He looks like a gentleman from a noble household judging by his exquisite clothes. His silver hair was slicked back and his face was cleanly carved with masculinity and is visibly upset as his purple eyes squinted at the person in front of him. “How is she?” Kieffer asked as he crossed his arms. Xegris just smiled at him and didn’t speak. It was such a long time since they talked but he didn’t even received a greeting. This person, he’s still as straight-laced as always. Xegris sat up straight and pour himself a cup. Kieffer silently stared at him and just sighed. “You didn’t torture her that much right?” Kieffer then glanced at him and took a sip on his cup. Xegris chuckled and simply said.
The faint creaks of wood and the often cacophony of the water trickling as she paddle away in silence was the only noise Hellion could hear. Xegris was still deep asleep and she’s been rowing the both for how many nights now. It was their fourth day being castaway in the vast ocean. Hellion survived eating those raw fish she painstakingly tried to catch with her own hands while Xegris only sleep like the dead on the boat’s cabin. He never woken up even once as if he was extremely exhausted. She was doing all the work so how come he’s that tired! He’s not even moving an inch! Hellion would casually glare at him and sometimes smack his navel with the paddle but so far he’d only glare back and go back to sleep looking all helpless and pale. She even thought that Xegris must be seasick but he only sneered at her and stubbornly said he’s not. Hellion just snorted and hardly believe that it was the case. Why was he so afraid to paddle then if he’s not sick! That lying jerk! She then sen
“Where is this?” Hellion asked as she glance over the dead trees on their way. The tree trunk was dark and withered, there’s no leaves on the branches as if the whole forest was cursed with drought. They were traveling into the ocean for a week and finally set foot on the land just yesterday. Though the whole place was somewhat unfamiliar and foreign, it’s rather strange. Are they really somewhere so far away that they won’t ever be found? Hellion silently followed the man in front of him and decide not to say another word. She might’ve realized that her mouth only bring trouble so she chose to shut up. Besides, it must be like the last time they travel across a forest and got attacked by wolves. She wanted to prepare herself and guard up so that she won’t experience that again. And thus she followed him quietly. They walked in the coarse soil as the ground was painted with cracks and footsteps can’t even be print to remember their tracks. Hellion felt bad, her face was sewn into
They say magic was a power bestowed by the gods and the ones who wields the power had sacrifice something in return. The humans and the other race had unique abilities which they have possess since the first war against race. The were beast gave up their will and became the strongest, humans give up the strength and became the smartest, demons give up their sanity and became merciless, sylphs give up their power and attain holiness and elves give up their judgement and became the finest. While the first war had ended, demons won and dominate the world as they began to enslave the other race but no one was happy and satisfied with it. The gods were threatened by the prominent power of the demon race and chose candidates of each race to overpower the demons. They treat them like a plague and the second war had started by a blow of a horn. With the help of the God of Light, the four race suppressed the demon race and little by little they managed to seal them off. The demon race was ca
Hellion cautiously walked into the ruins. She’s been feeling a bit of an eerie atmosphere towards the place. There was nothing particular in her sight but she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being stared at. There were lot of eyes glued on her back and in her side as if something was waiting for an opportunity to jump on her. Hellion stomped her feet as the noise echoed towards the quiet place. She then took out her dagger and sighed. No matter how much she try to make a sound, they are still refusing to come out. The enemies were just five meters away and they’re all hiding themselves in the debris. Hellion counted in her hands as she nonchalantly tossed away the nonsensical book in her arms. Never mind the charm of it bringing her to a dangerous place. The book has been shining in purple light since she held onto it. As long as she get rid of the damn book sooner then she would be fine. Hellion glanced at the cursed book and kicked it away from her making the one hiding nearb
“Urk” Hellion spat out blood as the back of the blade hit her stomach. She took a staggering step back and glanced up to the two demons who were swirling their knives towards her. She tilted her head and look at her dagger. It’s already worn out and the blade was already deformed because she cut the thick skin countless times. She gritted her teeth and wiped away the blood on her mouth as she tried to strike a fatal blow again. The two demons evade her as they retreat on the opposite side. Hellion squinted her eyes and look on her right as she managed to dodge the coming blade towards her neck however, the demon on the left side successfully cut through her leg slashing a long wound. Hellion shook as she felt unsteady. She retreat a few steps and leapt away from the two but as she landed her feet she felt the stinging pain of the cut. She darted her face towards them and pursed her lips, trying to endure the injury she just had. Hellion positioned her dagger on her front as she to
“Why are you crying in such a place? You look ugly.” A cold voice sounded from her rear as the footsteps began to get closer to her position. Hellion look up and saw the familiar face. It was the face of a man who saved her and coldly left her. The worst kind of scum who willingly reached out his hand but decided to let go. A damn hypocrite who would gladly step forward to save someone but deep inside he had that rotten intention to push you off to the edge of the cliff and nonchalantly tell you to jump. He was that kind of man but hearing his voice made her felt so relieved. Xegris bent down as he held out his hand to her. Hellion widened her eyes a bit and stared at his hand in a daze. How come when she desperately need someone he always appear? Why is it always him who would come to save her? Seeing him every time she broke down is somewhat horrible but… ‘Why am I so relieved to see him again?’ Hellion pursed her lips, tears starting to build up again. She really don’t understa
Chains bonded onto her wrist, her body hung low as the beautiful face drooped, her eyes were tightly shut with her brows occasionally wrinkling in discomfort. Hellion was tied up yet again. Not in that cold place but in this unfamiliar room. Her dress silently flutter in the wind with her feet floating in the ground. She look like those who are about to be execute for their crime. But what crime have she ever committed to end up to this? The room was quiet, just like the place she had been shackled before. This place is also similar but the only difference is that the executioner was with her unlike back then. He was sitting leisurely as he stared at her with a cold face. Xegris sat in cross-arms on the table near her. His very eyes remained on her body as the torn dress slightly revealed a small portion of her porcelain skin. His eyes squinted, a hint of perplexing emotion flickered in his irises. His throat suddenly felt parched and there was a strange itch on his hands. He coldly