Chapter Fifteen

Kyle heard the voice behind him and froze, recognizing it instantly as his blood boiled. He turned around sharply. There she was: the bitch in black.

The boy however pivoted cautiously, “Succubina?” he called out, his voice breaking.

“So that’s what she calls herself? A shameless way to call herself?” The woman mocked, “What a slut.” her face squenched into a grimace

Not having the patience for whatever games she was playing, Kyle clenched his jaw. "What do you want."

“I heard that that boy was in a fight between him and his friend, so I wanted to check up on him,” She claimed. From the stoic expression on her face, it looked like she was telling the truth. “I know how it feels, boy, and you don’t have to feel this way alone.” She tucked away her scythe, and sheathed her dagger.

Kyle held an arm out between the two of them, shielding the boy. "You will not lay a finger on him, witch." Kyle threatened coldly, "If I can help it, I will make it so you poison no more lives ever again."

The witch gave a blank face. “I can’t promise you anything. Not him,” She claimed. “He terrifies the both of us. Any hint of hostility from him, and I won’t hesitate,” She peered over Kyle’s shoulder to check on the boy. “From the looks of him, it doesn’t look like he’ll calm down anytime soon.” The witch unsheathed her dagger.

Kyle clenched his gauntleted fist, getting into a defensive stance. "I will stop you this time," he growled. With this, he heard a blade strung from behind him as well.

“You don’t know half of how ‘hostile’ I can get,” the boy added.

She hesitated, glaring daggers at the both of them. “You’re wasting my time and energy, children,” she scolded, latching onto her scythe. “Fine, you’ll just need to learn not to mess with your creator.”

Finally fed up with her bullshit, Kyle swung a gauntleted fist at her face. His swing missed as she dodged out of the way, looking irritated. Good, let's get rid of that smugness. Moving startlingly quick, she whipped out her dagger and swiped at his face, leaving a gash on his cheek. Kyle growled and lunged at her in retaliation only for her to sidestep him with ease.

“You might as well give up,” She suggested, “I can’t let them get away.” Raising her now glowing blade a wave of dark energy blasted out of the source, proceeding to crash against Kyle. He grunted and shot a spike into the ground with his gauntlet, keeping him from getting thrown back.

I need to distract her so I can land a hit. Before he could think of a plan, her once apathetic look became a face of shock. She fell over with a visible gash on her back. The brunette boy stood looming just behind her, holding a now bloodied knife.

“We gotta go,” the kid demanded.

Kyle nodded in response. "First however," Kyle said, "a little insurance." With that he impaled a spike into one of her arms and legs and straight into the ground. He then snapped the spikes from his suit.

“You coward,” She murmured. Kyle noticed the wound on her back beginning to knit itself closed and decided it was best to get going.

He looked back to the boy. "What's your name?"

“I’m Dimitri,” He said, “You’re Lucelia’s father, yeah?”

“I am," Kyle replied, walking past him. "We need to get somewhere relatively safe. Follow me."

“Wait… I,” He hesitated. He was visibly choked up, “Never mind. I’ll follow.”

Kyle raised his eyebrow, but didn't question it further. He turned his back on the fallen god and lead Dimitri to the one place of safety he knew: his home.