12: Sacrifice

A single harsh beep has Leilyn jolting awake. She snaps up from her bed, her right hand making its way under the pillow beside her. With narrowed eyes, she surveys the room, and realizes that something’s wrong.

One: the room is dark. The dull moonlight coming from the balcony doors are the only thing that provides a little bit of lighting, which honestly doesn’t help to reduce the darkness in the room. Looking at the analog clock on her nightstand, Leilyn sees that the time is just 12am on the dot; too soon for Zoranne to either darken the windows or wake her up for the moon watch.

Two: Zoranne. The A.I is unusually quiet, and Leilyn’s quiet whispers of her name goes unanswered.

Leilyn removes the duvet from her body, still calling out to Zoranne. She stands up and walks over to the door, brows furrowed into a frown and lips pursed in a thin line.

Tightly clutched in her right hand is one of her custom made, military styled tanto dagger – Shadow. Leilyn places her ear on the door, closes her eyes and listens. It takes her some few seconds before she finally catches an incoming sound.

Footsteps.

Leilyn’s eyes snap open and she backtracks over to her bed.

Someone’s in the house. Someone is in her house. And that someone managed to disable Zoranne before she could sound a full alert to her.

Leilyn gets back on the bed, covers herself and lays her head on a pillow. She hides her hand under said pillow, still clutching her dagger. She steadies her breathing and heartbeat before closing her eyes. A moment later, she hears her door slowly being opened. Seeing as Zoranne is down, it’s done manually. She waits, muscles taut under the duvet.

The footsteps walk in, heading over to her. The owner of said footsteps stops and stands at her back. There’s ruffling of clothes and Leilyn’s eyes snap open when she smells something she’s all too familiar with.

Propofol.

Without further ado, Leilyn snaps up from the bed, dagger in hand. She rams it under their jaw, the zig zagged ends of it making it easy for it to drive in. Blood splashes on her face and chest, but she pays no heed to it. She watches through slanted eyes as the cloaked individual struggles to push her away, choking audible.

With disdain, Leilyn stands up; twisting her dagger and driving it in deeper. She watches with blank eyes as they finally stop twitching, going limp. Due to the body going heavy in death, she grabs their clothing with her left hand, and with another twist of her right, Leilyn jerks out her dagger with a loud sickening sound. Blood gushes out, splattering her with its warm essences. She gently drops the body onto the floor.

“Lowin?”

A female voice calls out and Leilyn snaps her head towards the door. She could see the light coming towards her room, along with the sound of footsteps.

“What’s taking you so long? Come on, We are on a schedule here. And you know how the old geezers are.”

Leilyn silently runs and plasters herself on the wall beside the door. Due to the darkness, her dark underwear and skin, she blends it. Her narrowed eyes are on the open door, body ready to strike at any moment.

“Lowin?” The woman steps in, and due to the light of the lantern, Leilyn could clearly see the frown on her face; but the woman doesn’t see Leilyn, who’s hiding by her left. “What’s-” She lets out a horrified gasp when her eyes catches the dead body and blood on the floor. “Lo-”

Leilyn drives her dagger into the side of the woman’s throat, making her to release a choked gasp. Leilyn steps in front of her, lips tilted in a warm smile. Leilyn grabs the lantern from her hand before it could fall to the floor. The woman’s hands grabs her wrist and arm, and Leilyn’s blank eyes meet terrified chestnuts.

With her smile widening, Leilyn rips her dagger to the right, slicing through flesh, tendons and veins. Blood splatters out with high velocity, splashing on Leilyn’s already bloody face and upper body. She catches the falling lady, gently dropping her twitching body to the floor.

Lantern in hand and dagger in the other, Leilyn walks over and into her closet, leaving bloody footsteps as she goes. She reaches for her weapon compartment and unlocks it.

Due to the fact that Zoranne is currently unavailable and there’s no power, she has to do it manually. Leilyn drops the electric lantern on the floor and grabs one of her black colored ninja-samurai tanto blade sword, and straps it on her back. She looks at its twin, contemplating for a second if she should take it too, but decides against it. She also grabs the sheathed twin of Shadow, Merchant, along with a pouch containing six, black kunais.

Leilyn goes back into her room and drops them on the bed. She picks up her discarded shorts and bra on the floor and drops them on the bed as well. She removes the bloody crop top, wears her bra before putting the bloody clothing back on, and then proceeds to wear the shorts. She straps the pouch on her right thigh before looking for Shadow’s sheath. She places the daggers in their hostler before strapping said hostler on her waist, the daggers on her back waist.

Leilyn uses her ruined duvet to clean the blood off her face, chest and feet. She reaches into her nightstand drawer and grabs

By the dead woman’s last statement, the two currently lying dead on her bedroom floor weren’t the only ones here. Leilyn silently walks out of her room, heading out to take care of the rest of the intruders. When she reaches the stairs, she hears voices.

“Where the hell are they?” A deep, male voice says angrily.

“Knowing those two, I won’t be surprised if they’re fucking.” Another masculine voice, this time younger, snorts out.

“I’ll go check on them.” A feminine voice sighs out.

“Hurry up, before they get mad at us again.” A masculine voice filled with boredom says.

Leilyn moves back, plastering her back to the wall, few feet away from the stairs. Footsteps - no doubt belonging to the woman – ascends up the stairs. As the woman bypasses her without noticing her presence, Leilyn strikes. She takes hold of her head, and with fast and aggressive movement of her arms, Leilyn promptly snaps her neck with a loud and sickening crack.

“Jo?” The young voice calls out. “What was that?”

Leilyn gently drops the body. She opens her pouch and grabs two kunais.

“Jo?”

She hears the man with, the one whose voice is laced with boredom, make his way up the stairs.

With speed and agility, Leilyn dashes to the front of the stairs, and without hesitation, she throws the kunais with deadly accuracy. One hits him on temples and the other imbeds itself in an eye. For extra measures, Leilyn leaps into the air, lands before him and swiftly beheads him with her now unsheathed blade.

“JAKE!” A banged up, macho looking male yells out, while a slim looking teen stares in shock.

Jakes head rolls down the stairs, leaving a bloody trail, while his body is pushed over the stair railing and lands with a thud on the tiled floor.

Leilyn doesn’t waste one moment in going after the remaining two. Immediately she removes the sword sheath from her back, throwing it to the side, she springs into the air, flying at their direction, and comes down hard, her blade singing in the air.

The macho man pushes the teen to the side with one arm, while the other raises up.

Leilyn is expecting her blade to slice through arm and imbed into his head, but her blade is met with a loud clang. Her eyes go slightly wide when she sees his arm crystalizing. Not giving a fuck about the reason at the moment, she makes her next move.

Leilyn adds more weight on her upper body and – using her sword – she pushes herself back, landing on the tiled floor and skids back. She flicks the tanto sword in her hand, before dashing at the fully crystalized man. Her sword meets his hand again and her eyes narrow in disdain.

The two engage in a fierce battle. Leilyn slashes, kicks and punches, but they are all blocked with ease. He throws a punch at her and she leaps out of the way, throwing a back flip. She lands on her feet and hand, sword outstretched to the side. His fist lands on the floor, creating a small dent in the floor.

“Rex! Don’t injure her!” The teen in the background yells out.

“She’s not making that easy!” Rex grits out, face twisting in pain.

With the lighting from the moon through the glass windows, Leilyn makes out glittering shards on the floor. Her eyes narrow into slits and her lips tilts into a wicked smirk.

With speed, she takes out another kunai with her left hand, giving it a quick spin with the hole in the handle, before she dives at Rex. Once again, her blade meets his arm, but this time with more force. The man grunts, pushing her away. Before her feet touches the floor, Leilyn throws the kunai at him. He catches it, giving her an unimpressed look.

Leilyn’s smirk turns into a deadly smile full of teeth.

The kunai suddenly releases a heavy electric shock, and Rex yells in pain. Not wavering, Leilyn dashes at him, sword raised. She uses her left palm and hits the butt of her sword handle, activating the sword’s electric covering.

The kunais and her twin swords are imbed with electric inhibitors (courtesy of Ying Ming-Mei). When activated, the blades are coated with a high and deadly voltage of electricity. If Leilyn doesn’t kill them on time, the shock will.

It seems that the electric shock from the kunai clearly affects Rex. Using this distraction, Leilyn activates the sword’s electricity inhibitor and the blade is covered with visible electricity, which is singing loudly in the room.

“REX!”

Leilyn drives her sword into the crystalized man’s chest, straight into his heart and it comes out behind him. Rex lets out a gasp, looking at Leilyn with wide eyes. The crystal coating over him shatters. Blood starts streaming down and he looks down at his wound in surprise. His hands shakenly grabs the blade. The moment he raises his head back up, Leilyn gives the shocked man a soft smile, tilting her head to the left a little.

Leilyn reaches for Shadow, unsheathes it and drives it under his jaguar with great force.

“REXAMON!”

Leilyn rips the dagger out abruptly, causing blood to gush out and splatter on her and floor. She gives her dagger a twirl and then drives it into the side of Rex’s head. Not satisfied, she rips it out again, bringing out blood and brain matter, and pulls her sword out of him, moving back a little. Before his body could fall to the floor, Leilyn swiftly beheads him with her still cackling sword, cutting his head clean off. She watches with blank eyes as his head rolls.

Leilyn slowly turns around, setting her gaze on the heavily breathing teen. He takes a step back, gazing at her bloody form with hateful eyes.

Leilyn knows that she makes a nightmarish picture. The blood on her face – mattered on her hair, making her fringes to stick to her face – and on her chest; the sword cackling with electricity in her right hand and the bloody dagger in her left.

What Leilyn doesn’t know that it isn’t all these things that has the boy frightened. Instead, it’s the expression in her eyes and on her face. In better words, the lack of one. Her eyes are blank of any emotion, as is her face. In fact, it can be said that she looks utterly bored. As if she didn’t just kill someone in a gruesome way a second ago.

Leilyn sheaths back her dagger and switches off the Inhabitor of her sword. She starts taking slow steps towards the shaking boy. At first, she thought that it’s from fear, but looking closely now, she could see that it is of rage.

Suddenly, the sounds of bone cracking fills the room and Leilyn halts in her tracks. Before her, the boy starts changing into a tall beast with fur, claws and fangs.

What. The. Fuck?

If Leilyn doesn’t know any better, she’d say the teen just transformed into a fucking Lycan. But… those aren’t real… right?

‘Well, there’s a fucking fantasy creature standing before us and it sure as hell isn’t a fucking unicorn!’ Her inner voice supplies sarcastically and hysterically.

The Lycan leaps at her with a roar, teeth bared and claws spread out. Leilyn leaps to the side, the deadly claws missing her by some inches. He comes at her again and she dashes off.

Leilyn jumps on the head of her big couch, running on it and heading towards the glass windows. Her instinct tells her to jump, and – like always in a situation like this – she listens. She leaps into the air, performing a triple somersault. The beast’s claws misses her again, which makes him to growl in clear frustration.

Leilyn’s feet doesn’t even touch the floor before she’s attacked again. Leilyn raises her sword up just in time, and blade meets his claws with a loud clang. The force of their joining causes her to fly out, her back impacting with a window and shattering the glass window.

Leilyn lets out a pained yell as shards of broken glass imbed themselves into her back. She rolls three times, causing the shards to drive in deeper. She forces her body to stop rolling and uses her sword to fully stop herself before she makes contact with the fence.

The bastard literally flung her out of her own home. Through a fucking glass window.

Leilyn stands up from her knees, face twisted in pain. She uses her left hand to touch her back, and she winces at the contact. She withdraws her hand, and makes an annoyed sound when she sees blood on her fingers. She lets out a low “Tch”, clearly annoyed. Due to the heavy damage she sustained, not only does she feel a large amount of blood trickling down her back, she also feels the Nano-bots getting to work, pushing the shards out of her back in a fast pace, and closing up the wounds.

Leilyn watches as the beast slowly comes out, stepping into the red moonlight. She takes a step and winces in pain. She looks down at her body and sees that her back isn’t the only place with injuries. She has cuts on her laps and tiny pieces of shards imbedded in her body here and there. The back of her legs and neck aches with hot pain. She tchs once again, annoyance doubling.

Of all days to be attacked by a literal fantasy, it had to be today. Someone really has it out for her lately.

Leilyn gives a harsh flick of her sword, the blade singing sharply in the air. She takes a stance, distancing her legs apart. She angles her sword, the sharp side of it upright, and both hands on the hilt. Right now, with her eyes narrowed and the stance she’s in; she looks like a samurai of ancient. Sensei and Shinji would be so proud if they could see her right now.

The Lycan lets out another roar before it comes running at her. Leilyn adds some weight on the balls of her feet and with said weight, hurls herself at the incoming Lycan, running towards him with great speed.

Sword meets claws again and sparks fly. Leilyn grits her teeth as the collision causes a shockwave to go through her arms. She pushes, looking at the beast straight in the eyes. The look on her face must have pissed him off the more, seeing as not only does he starts to push back, his other clawed hand comes down on her.

Once again, Leilyn uses his size to hurl herself away. She skids back, feet burning in retaliation. She stands straight, giving a swing of her sword with her right hand. When she tries to move her left arm, she hisses in pain. She looks down at it, eyes going wide when she sees the three claw marks on it. With the way blood is flowing out of them, she knows that they are deep.

Her momentarily distraction almost costs her. She raises her sword just in time, hissing as her injury flairs up.

She has to end this. Now.

It seems like the Lycan has the same plan in mind; seeing as he encloses his hand around her sword, injuring himself in the process. With a loud snarl, he snaps the already weakened sword into two.

Leilyn eyes go wide for a moment before they narrow in rage.

This motherfucker didn’t.

Ming-Mei is going to kill her.

With a snarl, she presses a tiny hidden button and twists the handle of the sword and a beep goes off. Leilyn lets go of the broken sword and leaps back quickly. Not a second later, it explodes, taking the Lycan’s arm clean off. As the beast is distracted with screaming in agony, Leilyn unsheathes her sliver tanto dagger, Merchant, and runs at him again.

He sees her coming and growls, arm raised. Leilyn hurriedly reaches into her pouch and takes out a kunai. She hurriedly spins it twice before throwing it at him, aiming low. It imbeds into his leg and with a cackle, it releases a high voltage of electricity. The walking fantasy lets out a mighty roar as he’s electrocuted. He manages to pull the kunai out, his body still twitching convulsively.

But it’s too late.

The last thing he sees is Leilyn jumping on him and a painful sensation in his skull, before everything goes black.

Leilyn wraps her legs around the beast’s shoulders and drives the dagger in deeper. She braces herself, as he falls on his back and lands with a heavy thud, dead.

Leilyn separates herself the Lycan’s corpse, groaning as her muscles sing in agony. She steps away from the corpse and watches as the teen Lycan’s appearance resides for his human form to takes over. With a look of disdain, she rips the dagger from his skull, blood and brain matter gushing out along with it.

Leilyn closes her eyes and heaves a deep, tired sigh, throwing her head back. As the adrenaline washes off of her, she begins to feel the prickling pain of her wounds. She hisses in pain when the wound on her left arms hits her the most. She sheaths back Merchant before grabbing her elbow. She raises it up, taking a close look at the wound on her bicep.

They are not closing up.

Why aren’t they closing up?

The Nano-bots should be doing their job.

Unless…

Leilyn narrows her eyes as she sees black like substance – unnoticeable unless one looks closely – coming down from the wound and trailing down to the floor. A thought suddenly comes to her and she inhales sharply.

It all makes sense now. The Nano-bots aren’t closing the wound because they are busy fighting a virus. All those movies about Werewolves are true then. If one gets bitten by a Were, or get scratched by a Lycan in this case, they become infected.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She has to get back inside, most specifically her lab, and find a way to get rid of the virus currently trying to fight its way into her system.

Leilyn takes off towards the house, mind panicking. But that doesn’t make her to lose focus of her surroundings. She’s almost close the broken window when something from the corner of her eyes catches her attention. She leaps out of the way, jumping to her left, missing a pinkish ball of light aimed at her. Still in the air, she takes out a kunai, spines it two times before throwing it at the direction where the blast came from.

Leilyn’s kunai, cackling with electricity, is blocked by a translucent shield of some sort. As she skids to a stop and takes up a fighting stance, she finally has a clear view of the individuals behind the shield.

“I should have known.” Leilyn starts, internally groaning. “When Shinji behaved the way he did, I should have known you all will be trouble.”

Mrs. Rogers, her son and two others stood before her, all wearing black ceremonial robes like the others she killed.

Leilyn unsheathes both daggers from her waist and holds them in a battle stance. Her eyes are on them, narrowed and unblinking.

If they are here, that means that they’re in on all this.

Leilyn lets out a hiss of pain, her left arm burning. She throws a glance at it and sees that black like veins are now running down her arm in a spidery web like fashion. Her momentarily distraction draws her unexpected company to the injury on her arm.

“You’re injured.” Rogers junior says, taking few steps towards her. Leilyn raises her dagger higher, and he stops in his tracks.

“Yeah, no shit. Thanks for the info, Captain Obvious.” Leilyn deadpans. Even in pain, she couldn’t stop her sarcasm.

Leilyn’s eyes fly from one person to another, taking their forms in and calculating how to take them all down while avoiding their Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo shits.

“I take it you’re all aware of the brat’s condition then?” Leilyn jerks her head at the dead corpse afar off from them.

Mrs. Rogers’ eyes crinkle as she smiles, looking amused.

“Of course we are, dear. Seeing as we all have our own gift from our Lord, his was Lycanthropy.”

…what?

“Lord? Gifts?” Leilyn tightens her grip on her daggers and her body goes stiffer, ready to uncoil like a snake on a prey. “What the fuck are you even talking about?”

Mrs. Rogers and the others blink in confusion. Erik frowns, looking at her through narrowed eyes.

“…you don’t know, do you?” Mrs. Rogers asks.

Leilyn makes an annoyed sound, brows furrowing with displeasure. This woman just outright called her dumb.

“Ahh. I take it that your Kitsune friend didn’t inform you of what you are.” Mrs. Rogers smiles tentatively at her.

Leilyn cocks an eyebrow at her, still confused.

“Well, that will be explained to you in moment. But for now…” Mrs. Rogers claps her hand with a smile. “Let’s get you ready. For the big event. We have to get rid of those disgusting wounds of yours. Sam.”

The lady in front of them outstretches her hand and balls it into a fist. Leilyn snaps upright, her hands letting go of the daggers before her arms positions at her sides.

Leilyn couldn’t move. She feels as if a tight rope has been tied around her. She struggles to drop her head down, looking at them with twitching eyes and lips. She snarls, fighting against her invisible bonds.

This is getting fucking ridiculous. First, it was wolf boy, now female Darth Vader. What the fuck is going on?

Leilyn keeps fighting against whatever is making her immobile. Unknowingly to her, the necklace Shinji gave her begins to glow, giving a dull blue glow. Leilyn begins to snarl like a cornered beast as she fights against her invisible bonds. The lady, who seems to be the one holding her with an unknown force, starts struggling to keep her hand fisted.

“What?!” Sam shouts. “I thought the amulet has been weakened!”

“It is!” Rogers junior yells out, taking a step back. “We weakened it, along with the wards around the house!”

“This doesn’t look weak to me!”

With one finally push of her arms, Leilyn breaks free. Her sudden freedom has Sam being thrown back into the air by a strong, unseeing force and she hits a tree with a sickening crack. She falls down, limp and unmoving.

Leilyn hurriedly brings out her last two kunais, but before she could do anything with them, she’s rendered unconscious by a red blast, which came from the twig Mrs. Rogers is holding.

Fuck.

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Leilyn wakes to the voices of people. She struggles to open her eyes. She fights off the dizzy for a minute before she fully gain consciousness.

The first thing she notices is that she’s laying on a hard surface, facing the vivid blood red moon. The second is that her hands and feet are bound by chains. She tries to bolt up but is prevented by them. She pulls at the chains, not giving a damn if they rub roughly against her skin.

“I see you’re back with us, Ms. Sinclair.”

That has her snapping her head up. She finally notices the people surrounding her. The first person she takes notice of is Mr. Rogers. She turns her head left, right, down, and up.

Through her survey, she notices three things. One, they are clearly deep into the woods; two, her injuries are no more, the skin on her bicep with no blemish; and three, she has clearly been given a thorough cleaning – seeing as she doesn’t feel the all too familiar feeling of dried blood on her – and is clothed in a white dress, her hair loss from its braid.

Leilyn has this weird feeling that she’s a sacrifice about to be offered to some made up, non-existent god at the moment.

Leilyn’s face takes a deadpan expression as she sighs internally. Oh boy…

“Xander, please.” The caramel skin woman sighs out. “Sinclair is, well, was my father’s surname, and seeing as the fucker’s dead and gone…” She manages a shrug.

Mr. Rogers chuckles. “By your hands, I take it?”

Leilyn smirks.

“So, do you mind telling me why I’m here?” Leilyn tugs questioningly at her restraints. Mr. Rogers opens his mouth to reply, but Leilyn hurriedly adds. “And please, do skip the long ass theatrics and monologue.”

Mr. Rogers blinks before huffing in amusement. He folds his arms behind his back as he walks over to her side.

“You see, Ms. Xander,” he looks down at her with a smile, “You’re here because you are about to become a chosen sacrifice for our Lord.”

Leilyn gives him a dry and flat look, hands opening in a ‘Duh’ gesture. “Anddd?” She blinks, a smile on her face. “Does your Lord perchance have a name or…” She waves her hands, her lips curling.

Mr. Rogers frowns at her, baffled by her reactions. Leilyn is behaving as if she isn’t afraid to die.

Mrs. Rogers steps forward, taking over. “You, Ms. Xander, are about to be sacrificed to our Master, Gaoezil.”

“Huh.” Leilyn turns and gives her an unimpressed look. She’s being sacrificed to a god who she doesn’t even know about. With a weak ass name to boot. “Okay. Now, let’s skip to the part where you guys explain to me why, of all people, y’all targeted me.”

“It’s simple. You’re a Blessed.”

“A whot?” Leilyn cocks an eyebrow.

Mr. Rogers starts walking around. “You, Ms. Xander, are part of a rare group of people who’re touched by high ranking gods and goddesses. Your kind is so rare and precious that they are protected with extreme measure when found; and you’re no different. It took all of us combined two months to weaken the amulet that was around your neck, as well as the wards around your house without alerting the Casters. You, my dear, were protected not only by a Kitsune, but also an Eldritch entity, who are said so powerful, even though they’re at their weakest. We had to take caution when dealing with the seals and wards. But we have managed to get you now. Your Blessed blood will serve well in breaking the final chains sealing our master. Rejoice child for you are chosen to being Him, our Beloved Master, back into the world for him to finish what he started eighty one years ago. Your very blood and essence will bring him out from his prison and into our mortal plane. Blessed be to Gaoezil!”

“Blessed be!” The others repeated.

If Leilyn’s dry look could get any drier, it certainly just did.

“Father.” The daughter speaks up. “It’s almost five minutes to 3AM. It’s time.”

“3AM?” Leilyn brows furrow in confusion. “I have been out for that long?” She mutters.

Her confused muttering is clearly heard by the group surrounding her and Mr. Rogers answers her question.

“Yes, you have. I apologize for the rough handling dealt upon you by Rexamon and Philip. Philip especially. We managed to remove the Lycan infection from you veins, but not all of it. If you were to live, there will be some effects.”

Leilyn shrugs. “No harm, no foul. I did kill them and a few others after all.” Her lips curves into a smug smirk.

Mr. Rogers’ eye twitch at the reminder. “Yes. Yes you did. Quite brutally might I add.”

Leilyn shrugs again. “Was having a bad day.”

A pregnant silence falls on them, not like Leilyn cares. She just stares at the moon, thoughts running through her mind. She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice when they started chanting again; neither does she notice Mrs. Rogers handling an ornate knife over to her husband. Leilyn finally comes back to the present when Mr. Rogers comes to stand before her, ornate knife hovering above her.

Leilyn sighs. “Just get this over with. I have somewhere to be.”

Mr. Rogers regards her with a frown. “…you’re a strange woman, Ms. Xander. Even when death is standing before you, you don’t flinch or panic. Why?”

Leilyn closes her eyes with a smile on her lips. “You can say that the bastard is an old friend. We go way back. I’ve sent so many souls Their way, so I guess it’s now my turn to be sent to Them. I’ve always knew I was meeting the fucker one day.” She chuckles. She opens one eye and looks at him. “Besides, there’s absolutely no way I’m getting out of this alive. It’s goddamn obvious.” She closes her eye. “Just make it quick. I have people to meet on the other side. If there’s actually one, that is. If there isn’t, oh well. To the abyss I go. Just hurry the fuck up already!”

Mr. Rogers share a look with his crew, honestly baffled by this woman.

With one last chant and obnoxious words being shouted in an equally obnoxious way, the knife comes down Leilyn’s chest; piercing through her breast and into her heart.

Leilyn’s eyes snap open as she lets out a cry of pain. She chokes out a rough gasp as the feeling of the hot, snaring pain explodes in her chest as the knife is driven in to the hilt. She feels as her blood starts leaving her wound and drips down from the alter and over to the large seal few inches away from her. The seal lights up a blood red, glowing eerily. The people start chanting louder.

It must have worked because her ears captures the eruption of joyous shouts around. Leilyn slowly brings her head down, trying to take a look at whatever the idiots summoned. Although she’s partly blocked by the hilt of the knife in her fucking chest, she makes out a silhouette of a huge figure rising up from the ground. The moon suddenly turns darker, gaining Leilyn attention. She looks back up, eyes once again devouring the moon. She coughs up a huge amount of blood, the red essence trailing down her lips and the corner on her chin.

Leilyn feels numb. She couldn’t feel anything at all as her body goes cold from blood loss. She stares above as her life slowly expires.

Something must have gone wrong because shouts of despair erupt. She hears the all too familiar sound of blood splatter, flesh tearing, bones breaking and someone being set ablaze. Screams of agony break out, but she pays them no heed. All she’s focused on is the moon above her. After all, she’s dead anyways.

With her brother’s name on her tongue, Leilyn breaths her last.

The last thing she sees is something – mostly an angel about to drag her to Damien – with black wings flying down towards her.

‘How dramatic.’ This is the last thought in Leilyn’s head as her now dull agate eyes closes in death.