II. When it hits her like a train, thoughts wander into nothing

Laura and Lisa were able to relax and unwind after their stressful jobs as photographers and data scientists in a lovely villa on a sunny Tuesday. They're both wearing bikinis and laying on a mat beside the pool, under the scorching sun, jamming their heads to a disco beat played over the radio.

While sipping a drink, Lisa sang one line of her favorite current song, "Drop some money. All of this bread is so delicious, yeah."

Laura looked at the girl through her sunglasses, her thick brows raised in amusement as she sipped the strong glass of liquor beside her. She followed the girl with her eyes when she suddenly stood up from being slowly burned by the sun and began twerking right beside the table, which was full of their foods and drinks.

While the beat was playing, she wildly groped her butt with her hands in the middle of her twerking and did some doggy dancing, which Laura had already crunched her beautiful face for watching.

It appears that the old warrior had never liked the new generation of youth, where many of them are wild and crazy.

"If you want to have a happy married life, Child," she spoke as she poured another drink into the glass, "you must never dance like that."

Lisa scoffed at her friend acting so conservative like an old person. She came to a halt in the middle of the dance and marched towards the girl to take the drink she had offered. Laura just menacingly stared at the ground as she sat in a chair, her feline eyes watching her friend with an odd look.

"Tired of leaving without intimacy, mate?" she asks. "You need to get some booze off."

Laura's gray orbs peered around the corner to see her friend scoffing at her. "I don't need any of that, and I was just saying you should stop dancing in front of me. That is completely repulsive."

Lisa rolled her eyes, as if in disbelief. "Laura, you have such an old soul. Sometimes I think of you as if you were my own grandmother."

Her friend is always dressed like an old person because of her ability to think things, her attitude, and sometimes she finds her fashion of dress to be only for the old person. Laura had been so stunning every day that everyone had to stop by and be captivated by her exotic appearance. Her small face and menacing gray eyes give her strange vibes every time she looks at her, whereas her taller figure and muscular yet feminine body have given her so much charisma and superstar vibes. She wondered where this person belonged for acting and thinking like an elderly person, of the kind that she discovered in a health care facility in America.

"Are you sure?" Jisoo inquired, laughing. She decided to get up and walk over to the pool. "Well, I used to think like that when I was much older than you."

She leaped at the very cold water like a ball, and some water splashed towards Lisa, causing the other girl to shriek at the sudden cold dumps on her skin.

Jisoo burst out laughing.

"What the hell, man!" Lisa yells, clearly irritated. "That's so cold, so cold that it could sting me!"

"You're just overreacting," she replied, floating herself to the water and staring at the lonely blue sky.

She tried to think of something else because the image of Elena was still fresh in her mind. The cries, the feelings of abandonment, betrayal, and possibly death, replay in her mind. In some ways, Elena allows her to see herself. Her cries were deafening every night inside the slave house. The feeling of abandonment for her beloved, who is lost and cannot be found in the depths of the ocean.

Her feelings of betrayal towards the people she served and protected.

A strong warrior's sense of defeat can only harm her reputation among those she has chosen to trust and respect.

She heard another splash, and it was Lisa diving into the pool and swimming towards her.

"I'm not overreacting," Lisa said after getting close and floating above the surface of the water. She, too, stared at the blue sky for a moment, fantasizing about it. "The skies are so beautiful, sunny, and yet it appears to be very lonely."

Laura hums, a sudden pause in the deep blue sky above. She remembered someone who had reached the same conclusion about what the skies were telling people. For that person who told them about the clouds and the blue sky beneath the warm cloth of sheep's skin as their bodies dangled from each other.

The clear white clouds and blue sky speak volumes about how dull and lonely it have been. Her body recalled the feeling of someone touching and whispering to her that day.

Concerning the clouds, the adversaries, the people, and their God. Laura could feel the almost chronic emotional pain she had felt the day she had lost someone so important and valuable.

"I can say that people are strange," Lisa says quietly. "Many of them experience pain and adversity, but people judge them based on how they appear on the outside. They're insane."

Laura sighs, accepting the girl's observations about how people truly are. "Perhaps we are just human, and we don't know everyone, and we just judge whatever we want to feel superior of such a thing that we desired to possess."

Lisa hums and thinks for a moment. "You're really good at that, Laura. You've matured a lot."

Laura laughs, "As they say, maturity is the best asset for becoming a better person. And you, child, may have to mature in order to be like me."

"Gah! "You're such a kill joy," Lisa argued, splashing her with water. Before she walked away from the pool and to the table where her phone was ringing.

She laughs back and sticks her tongue out to tease the other girl even more.

Lisa shook her head and gave her the middle finger before answering the phone and talking to someone Laura had decided not to overhear and just close her eyes to nap for a few minutes in the scorching sun. She may have desired a tan this summer before her next mission in Cadiz. Some people wanted to see her again and help them with a problem at work.

Everything was dark and peaceful after she closed her eyes, but not after five minutes of peaceful slumber. She awoke in a dark place in the middle of the ocean, with a silver coffin in front of her. She recognized the shape of a dragon carved in front of the coffin.

She blinks as she realizes she has dreamed of her once more, and this time it feels so real that she can feel her touch and emotions.

She searched the ocean for something and soon realized she needed more oxygen, her eyes widening.

Screaming as she slammed the solid coffin, she felt as if she was failing to understand that her punches had no effect and she could only see the impact causing waves in the air.

"No!" she screamed, forcing her arm to strike the sturdy coffin yet again.

And then, as if on cue, a stream of extremely cold water pressed against her body, chained with a steel rod.

She feels as if she is being suffocated and punished. Her heartbeat became erratic, and her fear of seeing another nightmare drove her to do something insane: she slammed her fist into the coffin with great force.

She screamed so loudly to get out of this abomination she never wanted to see again.

Her fear grew darker and deeper as she looked around, but the darkness remained, and a sudden stream of water rushed down at her feet. As a loud cry slowly reached her, a vibrant sound from below shook the entire place, and she could feel the frenzy of forces wanting to touch or punish her.

Laura senses her fear and wishes to end this cycle because she is punishing her entire being.

So much so that when she was stabbed in the body, the pain she felt would double.

"Laura!"

Finally, the girl said her name angrily.

A pair of hands gently touched her face to her lips as she shivered with fear.

Goosebumps appeared on her skin as her familiarity with these strangers increased her fear, and her eyes began to water as she felt a thumb brush away the tears.

"Don't cry," a soft voice in her ear said, a familiar tone making her feel less afraid of this person.

With obsidian eyes and a ghostly face, it is assumed that this person can become aggressive.

But, aside from that, when she met like that before, she was very crazy and aggressive, but her attitude today is very different. Laura can feel the different vibrations of being in the arms of that special someone she loved the most in the past because she is as calm as a breeze and as gentle as a puppy.

But it's just her imagination or a coping mechanism.

She saw it again, the sweetness and unending love enveloping her body while whispering words of encouragement that sounded like water in a honeyed voice that put her to sleep.

She couldn't deny her desire for her, so she hugged her back. Feel their heartbeats and hushed breathing. Jisoo memorizes everything so she can remember this special moment forever before realizing the girl in front of her is just a nightmare that has kept her awake for decades.

"I really missed you." Jisoo stated with a missing note. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pushed her hands up to her waist, pressing their bodies together. "I'll never forget you, my dear."

Roseanne laughed as she pressed her waist against Jisoo's and moved her hand closer to Jisoo's neck, beginning to squeeze her. Jisoo opened her eyes wide in response, feeling the air whirl around her as Roseanne's hand squeezed her throat.

In a complicated voice, "Jisoo, I've missed you too. But you abandoned me in the middle of the ocean after so many years. You're living here, content to do whatever you want with your life while I die over and over in this stupid coffin of rusted metal and seaweed. You can't do this to me!"

Roseanne growled as she drew Jisoo away from her, her arms still wrapped around her neck. They exchanged glances, each with a different emotion glued to their eyes. She is lonely and resentful, whereas Roseanne is filled with rage, abandonment, and betrayal. As the guilt she had long suppressed gnawed at her system, the brunette could only mumble in her mouth.

She caused her mind to go blank and she was unable to respond.

"You weren't there that I kept dying and coming back to life." Roseanne erupted, her eyes brimming with rage.

She was insane.

Laura can only wish for the nightmare to end because Roseanne's voice made her feel as if she were drowning.

Her heart was pounding uncontrollably. "You haven't done anything in years, and your content with other things while I suffer in this hell! You don't love me like that but I adore you more. I adore you, but you do not adore me. You have abandoned me."

Laura shook her head, her heart pounding with blades "No, it isn't. I adore you from the bottom of my heart. Please put an end to this!"

Roseanne grinned evilly as she tightened her grip on Laura's neck. "No, you do not. You don't love me; if you did, you'd never abandon me in this stupid coffin instead of dying with me over and over. This is unacceptable to me. Really, but I want us to be with this coffin and suffer together for the rest of our lives. These dreams will be our nightmare."

Laura gets goosebumps every time she hears the girl's voice because her ghostly voice fills her body.

She was terrified when she felt a knife cut her throat, as if Roseanne intended to slit her throat. Her heart rate and her breathing became ragged before she closed her eyes, attempting to end this nightmare, but her thoughts dwindled as the girl's weight increased, like a walnut.

"Hey, you, okay?" a voice said, waking Laura from a deep sleep.

Laura barely opens her eyes and confusion become written on her face, tried to remember the verbal exchange of her beloved. But she felt dizzy and a knot in her inner heart while she felt the insanity of the lady whom she allows it be afflicted by the palms of the pagans.

She recognizes the girl`s rage, drowning her with intent from nightmare due to her being a coward and a failed lover.

But she was hurting too.

She didn't suffer it alone, she is too suffered, the burden in their faith, that shapes her today, she`s numb and hurt. Every part of her frame with their lovable confessions and each intimate night time they spend with, on their own and isolate withinside the eyes of the evil people, it's still engraving into her heart and memory.

"Hey" another soft voice woke Laura from her train of thought. "I am asking you if you are okay. You really are not in your normal state."

She opened her eyes with a start that caused her to fall completely into the water before looking over to see who it was. When the image of someone she had loved for decades appeared in front of her, it was like a flash of faith.

Roseanne, on the other hand, has the innocent features of an angel, with a small angel-like face, sparkling eyes, and red lips. And the person in front of her is more confident, and the gym is doing wonders for her body.

She was flawless, a flawless presentation by a famous model. Laura rolled her eyes even more as she bit her lower lip seductively.

Laura might find this sexy and hot girl in her strange leopard bikini.

As her perfect booty meet her eyes at an advantageous angle.

She also growled as her eyes welled up with tears, because she imagined it would be best if she could taste it if given the chance. But the thought put her off because allowing the hormone to consume her entire system wasn't a good idea.

She decided to toss that idea aside and adopt a stoic demeanor. "Who the fuck are you?"

Oh?" An O was formed by the young lady. She laughs, and she blinks in amusement. "Before you call me a fuck, my name is Rosie, and Lisa is a friend of mine. I tried to be close to you and she was buying some booze, but I found you resting at the pool with a ridiculous turtle toy."

Laura backed away, astonished, as she grabbed the toy and showed it to the annoying girl. "Did you call it ridiculous? This is my favorite, and he's adorable. You can't say that in front of the villa's owner."

Rosie laughed. "I have the freedom to say whatever I want. We live in a free country."

"Yeah, a free country where you could freely enter my house." Laura retorted and left the girl alone in the pool. She doesn't care about the girl's gasp when she pulled out in the pool; she only wears a bikini that reveals her muscular body. "And you're gasping in front of me demonstrates how perverted you are!"

"Ridiculous!" Laura stated. "No, I am not. I'm telling Lisa that you're completely delusional."

"Pls tell her. I don't mind." Laura fired back.

She'd rather take a nap somewhere else before Lisa returns home with a bag of groceries than spend her time with some strangers who resemble Roseanne. It gave her the itch to want and know that stupid girl in the pool.

It's like deja vu all over again.

Master, it appears that you have been subjected to a curse. I have a different feeling about that girl.

Laura winced at the thought as she walked into her bedroom shower and began removing her clothes. She turned on the tub's faucet and waited until the tub was completely full before slumping into it.

The coldness of the water envelops her body as she relaxes in it. She can't help but close her eyes, and with a sigh, she can detect the scent of lavender throughout the room. It was all good and quiet, just what she needed to clear her mind of the single thoughts that had made her vulnerable at this point.

Raphael: I'm afraid I need to divert your attention for a moment, Master. Do I require permission?

It's all right. What exactly is it?

Raphael: I detected a wraith scent two kilometers away from our villa.

That caused Laura to open her eyes, annoyed for some reason.

Is it possible that I'm in the middle of my vacation? What the fuck is going on in the year 2021?

Raphael: I'm afraid I can't say anything about it. I believe someone cursed you or tried to distract us.

You're talking nonsense yet again! Anyway, did you find out where they were? So, I can see them or pretend to make friends with them.

Raphael: It's old school. Yes, I had found it. She was close to the beach and had a woman's scent on her. It smells like strawberries, and the wraith was drawn to it. I believe.

Laura got out of the tub and exited the shower room.

She walked to her closet to select some clothes, a white shirt and black tight jeans that she wore quickly.

Okay. And what exactly do you mean by "old school"?

Then she powders her face, combs her wet hair, and styles it into a curly style.

I believe we need to devise a new strategy to eliminate the wraiths. Pretending is out of date, and I believe the wraiths are already aware of our plans. As a result, we require a new strategy.

Laura made a snide remark to her supernatural companion.

These days, her companion has truly adapted to the human nature on Earth. She was becoming increasingly obnoxious and nosy. Another force might be required to prevent this idiot from seeing the outside world.

So, he can stop acting like a fucking annoying kid.

You're fucked! And what is the plan?

We needed that strange woman in the pool earlier.

Laura raised an eyebrow as she summoned a gun containing a divinium bullet. A strange metal capable of killing wraith and other Hell-bred creatures.

Why do we require the girl?

Laura returned it to her inventory and craned her neck as she exited the room.

When you meet her in the living room, take her out on a date. You should take her to the beach.

Laura creased her brow as she walked past a bedroom.

The plan was completely distracting and a shambles. Taking her on a date to observe a wraith would be a distraction, as the girl appeared to be annoying and loud. Laura believes the girl is similar to Lisa in that she is full of chitchat and is naughty.

She's a slob, like a kid who puked her cereal in front of her mother.

The girl is a complete stumbling block to our mission. We can't put this in jeopardy just to go on a fucking date with that girl.

Rapahel: As I previously stated, we require a new strategy to confront the demon without suspicion. And going on a date with the girl is a good idea. The possessed human has a girlfriend, and we need a goddamn girl to play the role of our girlfriend in order to confront her with ease.

What makes you think she has a fucking boyfriend?

I detected the scent of a woman and her flesh.

For God's sake, she's eating her.

I cannot tell.

She entered the living room, and her companion was correct when she stated that the girl was sitting in the living room, watching television. The girl was dressed simply in a simple shirt and a very tight short that revealed her long creamy legs.

With a bowl of popcorn in her lap, she was watching Schitt's Creek.

"Hey." Laura sheepishly smiled and was getting awkward and annoyed to someone. That is Raphael who were smiling so wide with his lips.

"Yes?" The girl responded without looking at Laura; she was too focused on the comedy show, and she laughed at a scene that was hilarious to watch. That made Laura smile in a casual way; she thinks she's adorable.

She sat beside the girl, feeling a little shy and nervous. It's been centuries since she could go on a second date with someone, only for the mission to be successful. Roseanne was the only one who could flutter her heart in such a crazy way, and the girl beside her looked exactly like her.

When she didn't want to feel it again, she might take an awkward approach with a little hesitation in every possible way. To be in love.

She made a promise.

And it will always be etched in the depths of her heart. She's still alive and has been mourning all day.

"David and his sister are very cute and witty, aren't they?" laura abruptly approached Laura, who appeared surprised by the sudden approach.

Laura quickly glanced at the television and nodded as she spoke. "Yeah, they're very funny, and so are their parents."

"Right." Rosie laughed as she ate some popcorn. "The show is fantastic, and it helps people forget about their problems. David and his father did an excellent job in putting on the show."

"Yeah." Laura gave a nod. "They made such a great comedy that people adored them. It has such amazing dialogue and the jokes are all fantastic."

Laura laughs softly, "Right. They are fantastic!"

"Yep," Laura said quietly, her gaze fixed on the girl watching the show. She's not as annoying or messy, but she's as innocent as a lamb. Laura claims she won't be a hindrance to the mission. "Hey, um...can we...go to the beach?"

"Beach?" Rosie turned to face Laura, her face flushed with surprise. "You and me...on the beach...together?" she asks, blinking.

"Yeah, yeah?" Laura paused and pursed her lips when she noticed how wide her eyes were, most likely due to surprise or something. "Uhm, what's the harm in going to the beach together?"

Rosie giggled while nodding, but her face showed hesitation. "There is nothing. I believe it will be beneficial to meditate, and it would be even more enjoyable if my friend Lisa were present."

"But I can't wait." Laura replied, her eyes fixed on the girl's hazel brown eyes. Laura was lost by the specks in its eyes, which screamed familiarity to someone she couldn't spot.

But it was all too familiar. Quite familiar

It took her a split second to realize she was in the world.

She blinks and pulls away, saying, "Just text her that we're going to the beach because we're going to have a bonfire.We'll be fine with just the three of us, or if someone else can join us. I believe."

"O-okay." Rosie said, perplexed, as she got up on the sofa and placed the bowl in the mini table. Laura saw how her perfect butt lifted in the air when she put down the bowl. SHe can't deny that she gulped and indulged because of the sight of it. "I'll just need to wear something decent, okay?"

Laura nodded, her mind elsewhere. "Of course, of course, Uhm, I'll just sit here and wait for you."

Rosie looks over at the girl sitting on the couch.

She has a ridiculous thought in her head that she can't keep to herself. "Okay."

The blonde girl left Laura alone in the living room, while the show's laughter echoed throughout the room.

Laura stared blankly into the air, contemplating her actions.

Are you happy now?

That was slick, master.

Smooth as silk, my ass. I can really feel myself being so insignificant compared to what I did in the past. You made me feel like a jerk. Seriously, why do we need this type of strategy? I'm just going to kill that possessed in front of her fucking girlfriend.

We can no longer do things the old way. This wraith is very clever and one-of-a-kind.

Please inform me. Why?

She is aware of our presence.

Aware of us? Is it possible for wraith to become powerful enough to detect our energy? I've fought them before and thought they were just stupid killing maniacs. What caused them to evolve in this manner?

I'm afraid I don't have a satisfactory solution to this problem. However, there were rumors and occurrences in the heavens that a highest order of demon was able to teleport on earth and do something that upset the balance of good and evil. The demon shared its power with the wandering wraiths on Earth, causing them to evolve in such a unique way. Just like the wraith you'll be killing tonight.

Is the church's cult aware of this?

No, I'm afraid. However, the highest member of the church was already aware of this and was planning for the future. The prophecy has yet to be fulfilled by its rightful heir.

What prophecy are you referring to?

I'm not sure. However, the book of prophecy only left a note saying, "By its faith in being a sacrifice for greater good, an angel rings the bell of resurrection."

It sounds very poetic. Their fucking arses!

Language!

I don't give a fuck!

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"Oh, she's hot, but she's a psycho, a little bit psycho, but she's right." Rosie cheerfully imitates the pop song as the breeze dances through her blonde hair.

Laura has become lost in her own thoughts.

Back in the villa, the girl emerged from the bedroom wore a bright summer high-knee dress that complements her very milky skin, and her blonde hair adds spice to the mix. She appeared to be as bright and youthful as the sun in the morning and a beautiful flower that blooms so brightly that bees are drawn to it. Rosie resembles a yellow dahlia that resurfaces on the ground, and Laura finds her alluring and beautiful.

She was mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful girl in front of her, not realizing she was frozen in place. Like a vacuum, her mind was sucked away, leaving her in the middle of nowhere, thinking with adhesive thoughts. What-if scenarios and memories are being replayed one by one.

It was as if she were trapped in a movie theater, watching some very familiar memories that made her cry with each episode.

A familiar pain enveloped her heart, and she missed a touch she wished to feel and hold for a longer period of time. One that had been her safe haven in the past was now turning against her due to the girl who looked like her.

It was a dirty slug yellow dress she wore when she rescued her from being enslaved to an evil blacksmith; it was the time Laura fell in love with a slave girl. A decent yellow gown that she wore to a night when they finally decided to become one, and it was their only intimate moments that they will always cherish forever. Roseanne wore the expensive yellow gown to a rebellion party where they massacred all of the people who had secretly betrayed the Pagans. The same yellow dress she wore during her exile without her.

Laura can feel the urge to grab things in order to smash and kill someone's generation of traitors so that she can be satisfied. Her rage will never go away because it has always been hidden deep within her heart whenever she is unable to do something that can be seen by her masters. When she has a mission to complete, a once-in-a-lifetime mission that grants her wishes. No one could ever imagine wishing for such a thing, but she will.

And she is willing to do it for her.

It was all because of this yellow dress, which she despised, that she was reminded of memories she had buried a long time ago.

And she despised it.

Laura sighs as she parks her car in a beach resort parking lot. She looked at the girls who were still singing along to the music on the radio. "We've arrived, Rosie."

She reached the compartment and took some of their belongings.

When she heard the sound of a door closing, she assumed Rosie had finally decided to leave the car.

But she can still hear the girl's humming sound in her ears as she closes the compartment, and she only saw the girl standing on the other side while staring at the ocean, which is so blue and full of amazing people.

It appears that the girl enjoys going to the beach, as evidenced by her excited expression.

As she approached the girl, she felt a surge of unusual emotions in her heart.

"Ro!" Jisoo called.

But because the girl was not paying attention, she tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, we need to find a hut."

The girl regains her footing and casts a glance. She appears to be very happy. "There is no need to look for a hut because Lisa was able to purchase a comfortable hut."

Jisoo's eyes widen in surprise. "Was Lisa already here? "At the beach?"

"Yes. Because you wanted to have a bonfire party tonight, I texted her not to go home and drive herself to the beach."

Laura laughs as she shakes her head in amusement at what she heard. Lisa, as usual, being as a sly b*tch.

"Are you all, right?" Rosie inquired. "Does my presence irritate you to the point where you always laugh or get angry at me?"

"No." Laura denies it and stops laughing. "I was laughing at Lisa because she was so fast."

"Oh."

Laura gave a nod. " I don't want her here at all. But I suppose it's fine."

"I'll tell Lisa about it." Rosie teased as she stepped away from Laura and began to run in the direction of Lisa, who was waiting for them.

"Oh, no! No, you do not." Laura dashed towards Rosie, attempting to catch her arms, but she was unable to do so because she had a lot of bags to carry in the back. "Fuck!"

Rosie laughs at her and raises her middle finger as she approaches Lisa's hut. Laura stomps her thighs in an effort to get to the hut faster. But it was too late when she noticed Rosie approaching Lisa with a smile on her face, about to tell Lisa what she had heard.

"I have to tell you something, Lisa." Rosie remarked.

"Okay?" Lisa questioned, perplexed, when she saw her friend's shambles. "What exactly is it?"

Laura arrived at the hut before Rosie could tell Lisa about what she had discussed earlier. She quickly slid the bag into the chair and drew Rosie's arms into her body. They accidentally hugged each other into her mistake, and as her eyes widen in surprise and the girl lets out tiny whimpers, she was frozen in place, unable to separate the girl from her body.

"Owww," Lisa exclaimed in awe. "Look at the two of you, seems already to be close the first time you've met."

They both stiffened after Lisa's words and drew away from each other's embrace. Rosie made the first move, pretending to find something in the bag, while Laura was unable to hide her blush in front of her friend's naughty stare, so she pretended not to feel so awkward and sat beside Lisa.

"How did you get here so early, twat?" Laura made a joke.

Lisa exchanges amused glances with her friends. Something is going on between the two, but she chooses not to care. When she can't just ask them directly. "Because I'm quick, and every girl loves it."

"Uh, are you like Peter Pan because every girl adores him?" Laura laughed. "He's a murderer, dude! He raped Wendy and murdered several children."

"Don't mess with me!" Lisa responded while Rosie giggles. "Peter Pan is not a bad character."

"But it is." Laura clarified her position. "Some old folklore that I am familiar with. He is a bad person."

Lisa extends her middle finger. "Don't mess with me, bitch! I know he's a nice guy. I used to read a lot of Peter Pan as a kid."

The girl was enraged and irritated by Rosie's loud laughter. "Lisa, you're the worst. Don't do that."

"Right?" laura steps in. "She's bad, and that's because she gained influence by reading Peter Pan."

That's your take on Peter Pan." Lisa retaliated. "I have a different Peter Pan to know. Dude, you're a jerk. Really"

"Lisa!" Lisa is chastised by Rosie.

"What?" Lisa responded. "I was just being myself, Ro."

"I understand." Rosie replied calmly. "However, refrain from using words solely to explain yourself. We're just playing with you."

Laura laughed at the remark and the younger girl's sad expression.

"And you, should put a stop to it right now." Rosie chastises her.

Defeated, she raised her hands. "All right. I'm going to stop."

"Good," Rosie sighed. "Now I need Lisa to grill some meat on the grill, and we're going to look for some woods to build a fire in tonight."

Lisa grunted. "Can we just ask some guys on the beach so that we can't be tired by doing all the work? We just need to swim at the beach."

"Oh no no, we don't ask to another people for help. What is the point of having us three with excellent strength? You cannot just be traumatizing us calling some weak hoes in US." Laura shakes her head, thinking it was the worst idea of the kid.

Rosie laughs while shaking her head.

As Lisa's eyebrows met each other for thinking why this is so different and funny. She saw her friend was smiling for the first time and was able to joke around.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Lisa asks, "you're acting like some youth out there. Not like my own grandma."

"Goodness, Lisa." Rosie, laughs at it.

While Jisoo walked outside with a different smile on her face. She turned back to see the two beautiful young woman and went into the other one who looks so much the same as her betrothed.

She says, "Nothing is wrong. Just there are people that I wanted to be happy here."

Rosie shakes in approval. As Lisa raised her eyebrows, not believing the words had said.

Laura spins her head, and went near at the girl, Rosie. Her deep gray eyes fixated at the beautiful acorn and stared in deep with admiration.

She asks, "Don't you need a wood? We can go some others in the wood, there is a lot of woods there."

Laura and Chaeyoung ventured into the solitary forest in search of woods.

They stopped at a dead tree where everything of it becomes dried and decayed. Rosie nodded and went near at the dead tree as she started to get some woods of it.

"All right, let's get down to business," she says, blinking.

The wraith is here.

Laura raised an eyebrow, and Chaeyoung looked at the girl, curious and perplexed.

That quick? Where has that motherfucking demon vanished to?

I detect a foul odor to the north of this forest.

What exactly do you mean by "terrible"? Is the victim completely under its control?

Yes, I am afraid. I can detect the odors of flesh, organs, and blood.

She ate something, didn't she?

Yes. And you are right. She lures women to eat their flesh.

Can you do something so that I can see the demon? I can't find her because you didn't give me enough information.

I can't hide my presence. She is aware of our presence.

I don't give a fuck. I'm going to kill that motherfucker as soon as I see her formed.

Understood. But what about the young lady? We can't have a witness. This is a top-secret mission.

I can force her to leave without me. And construct a barrier to keep the flesh-eating demon at bay. I can't go back with them covered in blood.

As you wish, master.

Laura sighed and closed her eyes again before turning her back on the girl. She noticed the girl staring at her, her face filled with curiosity. Laura was unconcerned by this, instead approaching the girl close to her, removing her jacket and wearing it to the girl. The girl stiffens after that, as she was still staring blankly, unable to ask or move anything. She was probably still lost in her thoughts. She also took off her cap and placed it on the girl's head, caressing her soft hair and caringly staring into her hazel brown eyes.

"You need to go back without me," she sighed.

"W-why?" says Rosie, blinking." We must return together."

"I need to collect more wood on the other side of this forest." Laura explained, slightly irritably. "I need you to do it right away. Go."

"I- I don't want to. What about Lisa? She will be alone and worried."

The wraith detects my presence. You must abandon the girl immediately.

Her jaw tightened as her rage boiled over. Her dark forces are slowly leaking out of her entire body, with red specks in her pupils.

She walked up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder, her brown eyes filled with rage. "Listen to me, you are such a fucking annoyance and distraction that I wanted to punch my hands into a tree to release my rage caused by you. You must depart immediately."

Laura is well aware that she sounds enraged, and she can tell the girl was terrified and startled by her sudden outburst. Her hands were gripping the girl's shoulder so tightly that she could hear the girl's tiny grunts while staring at her with her jaw tightened.

You have five minutes to let go of the girl. The wraiths are aware of your presence and are moving towards you.

"Fuck!" Laura cursed silent.

Rosie flinches as a loud scream echo throughout the forest, scaring the animals around them, who are fleeing the bad omen that would kill them. It was too late to flee when she sensed the demon approaching them.

She looked around for someone but couldn't find anyone while still holding the girl's arm.

She can sense its fear and confusion about their situation. But Laura didn't give a damn about explaining everything to the girl when she had a job to do and a responsibility to protect the innocent girl.

Laura cast a glance in the direction of the demon's outstanding growl.

Suddenly, an earthquake was approaching them at such a rapid pace that she was unable to keep up and was already in front of them as it prepared to launch her sharp claws at them. But Laura was quick enough to push the girl away from the demon, sacrificing her entire body to protect the girl from the demon's claws.

She screamed in agony from the attack that had left her in excruciating pain as she slumped into the ground panting for air and staring intently at the demon who was growling like a ghoul. She craned her neck as her wounds began to heal and decided to stand up.

She summons a divinium sword, which appears on her right hand, and as her jaw tightened in rage and a massive force of rage poured out of her body, she jumped against the demon, causing a deep cut in the right shoulder. As the demon screamed in agony before resuming her claw attack on Laura.

She, on the other hand, was quick enough to avoid it all and slash a tiny cut in her leg, forcing her to kneel one-sided on the ground. Then she wasted no time in fleeing the demon, pointing her sword above its head, intending to sever her head, but the demon extended her claws and stabbed her in the stomach.

Laura vomited a lot of blood from her mouth as the demon's claws penetrated deep into her stomach, and the demon growled at her as it shifted her hand to another side. The demon wanted to throw her away, but she refused, tightly grasping the hand that stabbed her in the stomach and using her other arms to reach its neck.

With her strong physique, she managed to reach its neck and pull it further into her as its claws dug deep into her stomach.

She screamed in agony as she became numb and could feel the demon's claws cutting through her entire presence.

You must summon the sword right now. If more damage is sustained, the healing will be rendered ineffective.

Then Laura decided to summon the sword in her left arm and slash a deep cut in the demon's neck, which could not completely kill the demon because her left arm was not trained to slash an attack.

The demon growls louder as she punches her claws into the ground, repeatedly digging deep into the girl's stomach.

Laura grunted between punches as the pain intensified to the point where she could pass out at any moment.

She needed time to reach her arms back into the demon's neck, but the demon was still punching her into the ground, so she waited for it to stop and pretended she died from it.

When the demon noticed she wasn't moving, it stopped punching her.

The demon snorted as she tried to look at the girl to see if it was truly dead, but after a few minutes of silence, she let out a growl that distracted her from seeing Jisoo's hand reach its neck and summon a sword, slashing with such force that it cut through the way outside of its neck.

Laura yelled triumphantly as she freed herself from the demon's grasp and flew high into the air before landing on the ground where the demon's head lay.

She smashed it with her foot, causing the head to turn into bits as she stared at it intently with heavy breaths and rage.

"Fucking wraiths." She manages to say before returning her sword to the inventory.

While a red smoke appeared in front of her and attempted to escape, Laura was quick enough to catch it with both of her hands.

"Set me free, you monster." The wraiths screamed as it struggled to break free from her grasp.

However, some strong force was released to trap the soul, causing the demon to drown due to a lack of air to breathe. "Stop it! Release me."

"It's a lot of fun to watch a wraith beg for freedom." Laura leveled her gaze into the red smoke, her face contorted with rage.

Her red eyes grew menacing, like a sharpened sword, and the wraith felt its insides being stabbed by an unknown weapon.

"Who is your master, and where can I find her?" she growled.

The wraith chuckled.

"You are not going to force me to confess, you lowly fuck! We are the same, a servant of the fools who created this whole mess."

"I understand." Laura responded as she slowly drew the wraiths from her grasp. "And that cannot persuade me to change my mind. WHERE.IS.YOUR. MASTER?"

She used so much force to trap the wraiths that the wraiths were choking so hard that she decided to confess. "She was hiding in a snake-infested lair. Somewhere in Brazil, on a small island."

Laura smiled contentedly. "Well, thank you for that information, but I'm afraid I can't help you."

She enchants some spells to bring it back into hell as she hears it pleading for forgiveness before fading into thin air.

Laura finally decided to approach Rosie in the ground, only to discover that her head had been hit by a sharp rock, causing it to bleed profusely.

"Fuck!" She quickly snatched the girl into her arms.

Please provide me with a portal as soon as possible!

Whatever you want, master. Where do you want to teleport to?

We need some assistance in the cult!

However, the cult is designed to remain hidden from human eyes. If someone discovered that supernatural entities exist, the balance between our realms and their world would collapse.

Raphael, I don't give a fuck. You caused this to happen; it was your fucking plan that puts us all in danger!

......

Raphael! Do it right now!

Whatever you want, master.

A portal appeared in front of her, and she stared at it breathlessly, eager to enter with a dying human in her arms.

She entered the portal without considering the uproar she might cause once she arrived at the cult's main entrance.

She can only beg the heavens to allow this innocent girl to enter their realm without a command.

She needs help!