Some stuffs are just full of sadness

Divinium - coming from Tarask(fallen angel) 's armor that being belted and turned into a strange metal; contained with divine power to kill the demon.

Order of Cruciform Sword(OCS) - particularly a warrior nun that fights demon (though in real life there were OCS and it was way different, they help and feed childrens,)

Mother Zola - a head nun in an OCS branch of Spain, so there is a lot of OCS all over the world.

As from hades and Zeus or kronos, this was fictional so everything about them is just my idea okay? None of them were true, just me and my imagination.

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In the 1460s, everything was old, depressed, and unsanitary. Whereas most ordinary people believe in dark magic, sorcerers, witchcraft, and alchemy, they do so out of greed and lust for absolute power and fame to control the entire world. But, aside from desires, the only one who stood in the way of that happening was the Church, which was well aware of the occurrence that their fellow citizens were attempting to obtain. The Church was adamant about people who used dark magic because they believed it was the Devil's work, luring the innocent creation of Gods to worship their motives and beliefs.

His or her reign as the highest position in the Underworld will succumb to their world, known as Earth. If the number of people manipulated by dark magic was large enough, it would be possible to open the gates of Hell. Chances of brutal deaths and possessions are unavoidable; this is the start of the diabolical war between heaven and hell.

The tension between brothers Hades and Zeus, where they fought for the throne of the Kingdom of Heaven for all those years, causes many reoccurrences of the great Apophis; a demonic beast that is the only threat to all the Gods and was killed by the founder, Kronos, by using a "Soul Trapped Transportation" spell. A high-level spell that will trap its opponent's soul in a blackhole with no way out for eternity. However, in order to use that spell, its master's life force had to be sucked until it drained, leaving the founder transformed into a human and dying as an old man in the mountains of Olympus.

After Kronos lost his power and ability to be a God, he told his sons in his dying breath to give him a reason to choose between the two of them as worthy or unworthy of inheriting the throne. The two boys stepped out with confidence on their faces, proposing something that would impress the founder. It did not, however, impress the founder, who was angry and disappointed.

As a result, their proposal is too risky to carry out and will endanger the universe.

Instead, with a crossed vision of Kronos, he looked over into his son's personality, knowing he was at his limit. Zeus, who has the personality of an outgoing kid who brings joy to the kingdom with his brightest smile that shines like the sun, is a witty young man who everyone seems to love and worship.

His intelligence was unrivaled, as was his judgment and political skills. But he had spent his entire life behaving like a spoiled master to his servant. His different son, Hades, was the polar opposite of his brother, pale and darkly gloomy. He's very private, aloof, and quiet, and everyone was terrified of him as their God because his aura was so deadly and lethal to approach that they appeared to be choked by an unknown force. He was extremely dislikeable. However, he proved to the council that he was an excellent strategist and that he could win a war simply by devising a strategy to defeat the enemy. He was compassionate, intelligent, and passionate without making an effort to show it to those around him. It was as if he was hiding in clear water, where no one could see his bright side.

Both of his sons were fine. But he wanted to select an heir who would carry on his legacy. His legacy was to protect his creation from the source of evil and to maintain the balance of good and evil. And Zeus was the closest to carrying on his legacy.

He chose Zeus over Hades.

Hades was furious. When all of his efforts for the throne are futile and he is easily defeated by his ineffective brother.

When Zeus began to think highly of himself, their bond as brothers began to fray. He mocked Hades for losing him without a scratch and mocked his efforts for the throne.

"You're a fool and a moron to think you've won against me." Zeus roared, mockingly pointing his finger to Hades.

Only the truth will triumph in the end. And he was right; the bright kid he wanted to protect and love was the type of person who mastered the manipulation to hide his true-self from his people in order to achieve his goals. Now that their father can no longer see the person he chose, he is chastised for his ignorance and for believing Zeus will be a great ruler who can only bring chaos into the world.

Hades turned his back on his brother and all the Olympians who stood there watching him drown in betrayal and embarrassment. His knuckles turned pale from gripping so hard like a volcano on the verge of erupting, that the hot lava was on their limit and was about to burst out of their comfort zone, he left the Olympus with a thought in his mind; he will return and retrieve the throne.

Their silent battle influenced many people to walk the path of a sinner, while only a few people walked the path of redemption, resulting in an imbalance between the pillars of good and evil. The pillar of good and evil is a location where records of what people did in their lives before they died are kept in large chambers to testify the numbers of people who committed sins or not.

Kronos, on the other hand, sacrificed himself to save his world. The demonic beast did not truly die, as it was explained that its only soul was trapped in an infinite space, and thus the body would not rot and would only hide in the deepest corner of the universe, waiting for its soul to return and wreak havoc on the world once more. He could only be resurrected or brought back if he detects a large amount of negative energy, such as negative emotions such as rage, jealousy, and pride, among others. When the spell Kronos used to destroy the beast was not limitless, there was a cost to pay in order to break the spell.

This number converts into an energy life force that the demonic beast, Aphopis, was drawn to because it has an alluring smell similar to the heat of the sun and is the only way for him to live on the surface. As to why, Hades summoned his companions to wander on Earth in exchange for rescuing the people from darkness through the use of dark magic.

Their positive emotions twirl like a wind in the opposite direction as it changes into a negative one, adding the amount of energy that will be stored in the pillars, making it imbalance, and the wonderful scent will fly through the beast's nose. It will be ecstatic to resurrect himself from the surface.

Dark magic occurs when a person is longing and abandoned because they want justice and revenge, power-seeking people who only want to do it for themselves, or a desperate person attempting to obtain something different that others will appreciate. The Church was able to capture those who used dark magic by hanging them alive, burning them in a fire, and drowning them in the middle of the ocean. Everything was done perfectly by the Church's Order, a group of nuns who kill demons roaming the earth and are required to kill anyone who commits a dark force of evil.

It was approved by the cardinal pope of Spain to train a thousand nuns in martial arts, history, strategic warfare, and allegiance to the Church and the Gods. When a prophecy predicted that a war between heaven and hell would erupt due to rivalry among brothers for the throne. And the Earth will be the battleground for the war, with all possible casualties. A bloodthirsty battlefield for sacrificial lambs.

Being a nun entails taking a vow and committing to it for the rest of their lives. To bring peace to the entire world, to protect it from evil, to believe that life was eternal, and to be a loyalist only to the Church. Love is merely a distraction for them.

They were known as The Order of the Cruciform Sword.

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"May I ask you a question? Why do you allow humans to visit this sacred place?" Sister Zola, the mother of all OCS warrior nuns in Spain, asks.

She appeared to be quite old, but not quite old enough, and she exuded a cold and intimidating aura commensurate with her position in the Church's hierarchy.

To become head nun, one must be cold, superior, and capable of leading her people in missions outside of territories in different countries while adhering to strict protocol to avoid human encounters. Mother Zola's many years of service to the Church as a warrior nun taught her a great deal about becoming wise, strategic, and strong.

For her bravery and loyalty in ensuring the protection and safety of the people and the Church, the Church's highest order chose her to be a head.

"You know that this is a serious offense in the name of the Church," the mother continues, her deviant aura contrasting with Laura's current ability to manipulate people.

"Despite my claims to be a direct servant of the Gods, the church has never been powerful to me," Laura stated flatly. "I'm not concerned with rules, sister."

Scowling her bright red crimson eyes at a person she had once believed and cherished for being a mother figure to her since those long years, she had promised to love like her family and protect from all evil, but something had broken those vows when some things had to be that way.

The old nun wore an ancient design of long black-very thick dressed coat with white dressed underneath as a symbolized cross displayed in the center of her plump chest.

A cross is belted around the waist, with different weapons and divinium bombs on each side. The top of her head wore a very wide-long veil with possible hidden knives inside, and it was a perfect outfit for a mission.

And each nun dresses in the same outfit as the head nun.

Mother Sola, her aura, screamed with rage and authority after what the girl said about the Church.

It is a rule that no one ever speaks proudly and disgustingly about the Church. People should respect the Church for attempting to save the world from the demon, according to its beliefs. It was the price to pay for the sacrifices made by the nuns in order to have a better future. According to that rule, officials could declare a possible death penalty for those who opposed the Church's lifetime rules for a greater ruling. There were people who were hanged after being exposed, there was no exception, but a certain person broke the law's seal.

And the person in front of her was her child before she was promoted to the position of OCS Director. The type of person who has been exempted from all of her Church rebellions. She is the true asset of the organization she sought to destroy, and she is the only one who can stop the oncoming surge.

But the latter has a different plan, which she is aware of and opposes.

Mother Zola sipped some tea from her Ming dynasty cup before placing it under the table and smiled at her as if she were her mother.

"Why don't you call me a mother like you did before?" "

Laura felt something harsh and hot as her hands slowly formed a fist.

Meanwhile, Mother Sola's eyes were redder than ever as she stared at the blooded girl, as if she were fighting a demon. Her entire aura resembles a puddle of blood filled with a demon's stinking corpse, surrounded by a deadly smoke that appears to be a poisonous substance in her eyes, veins pultruding at something angrier force enveloped by it.

Like a wire, which carries a lot of power and energy but can self-destruct at any time.

Mother Sola knows that after she let go of those fruitful dread words, it touched its deepest, most secretive, and dark heart, which was filled with thorns and dead flowers on the inside.

Like a dead organ that still functions because it has a reason to be alive for its desires to do something.

Laura's broken nose was dangerously crunched.

Her intimidating red eyes pierced the soul of the proud head nun, who displayed an appalled expression in the face of her blooded presence, and a cracked noise of silence slightly filled the silence of the library.

"Hmmm, you're not my mother," she smirked, joyless but tinged with rage, "after you've decided to join them, who did something terrible to me while I suffered losing my betroth for doing what's right for them!"

Mother Sola's lips had thinned into a sharp point, her eyes filled with pity and disgust, the girl's hypocrisy , having filled the half-filled tension between them. As the girl abandoned her role as a people's guardian and became an independent rebel for the purpose of being secluded and alone, fighting demons without the control of the highest order, help was underappreciated between them.

As if a dying dog had hidden itself from the darkness to find the way to heaven.

"They assist you in living an immortal and strong life. "Mother Sola responded with her full-filled rosemary cup in one hand, sipped to her mouth as she tasted the bitterness and smelled the strange fragrance. "Please, for once, be kind enough to just help us and let go of the past. They each have their own set of leaders and followers. We need your assistance."

Laura's eyes followed the movements to her feet, which silently thumped the floor because her patience was not long enough to deal with her own nightmare.

She had no choice but to drink the bitter tea in front of her, which came with a jar of sugar on the side of the table for those who preferred sweet tea.

"You don't really fully understand what I had suffered and felt when I saw that day," she said as she drank the tea, her lips trembling in anger. "Their betrayal is something for which I must exact vengeance in order for my heart to rest in regret and sorrow. Helping them is a word I've forgotten for a long time."

In the corner of her eye, she noticed the head nun looking at her with doubts and sadness in her eyes. It was something she was doubting to believe her words, and she was saddened by how cruel the path she had taken in those long years as an immortal, saving people from the demon. Of course, she is her mother, and she is aware of all of her deepest desires and secrets.

Her resentment and punishment for being a coward are palpable. She had once assisted her in coping with her pain. Never giving up on her and always by her side.

Laura felt a stab of guilt across her chest.

She returned the cup to the table, closing her eyes for a moment, and the sound awoke the mother's cloudy presence.

"Perhaps we can propose a truce to reduce the tension between me and the OCS," she says.

Sister Zola's brow furrowed, a look of interest and eagerness on her face.

"I can assist you in attempting to defeat the surge in Cadiz," Laura explained as she pushed saliva up her throat. "However, you must assist me in protecting the girl I've brought as well as my other friend."

Mother Sola gave a contented smile. "That's exactly what I expected; we can help each other, and there will be no more conflict between you and the OCS; but I can't decide on the punishment they've requested for leaving them, and it was not in my power to persuade them to like you again."

"Don't worry about it," Laura said as she shifted in her chair again. "I don't mind them dismissing my existence and making me helpless in their eyes. I am an Avenger who prefers to be alone, but not this year because I have something important to do before the year is out."

"Good," Mother Sola claimed "I do have a question about the evolving demons you mentioned earlier. One of the wraiths possessed a unique skill that produced a 'Domination of Starve,' a capable skill that sucks blood from humans until it drains and dies from losing their source and can only be possessed by the highest order of demon, according to the nuns in charge of a mission to a small town in Madrid."

Laura raised her head. "A kind of demon who has leveled up to the highest order?" "

"Yes," said Mother Zola. "Wraiths are a low-level type of its kind, but we've become so focused on gathering information that we've become clueless and defenseless. Many nuns are being killed by these types of demons due to a lack of information to the evolved demons in order for them to win the battle, and we are unable to reproduce other nuns to send to this mission due to the inexperience of the young nuns."

"Hmm, a starve domination," Laura muttered, her hands massaging her pointed jaw and her gaze fixed on the room's blankness. "I had never fought like that before, but I had killed a demon like that when I was on the beach with that girl as a distraction."

"And?" Mother Zola inquired, perplexed.

Laura tried to recall the battle but could only remembers claws and a body full of stinky black fluid, wiggling like a worm.

"It has a claw and a muddy like texture of his skin," she sighs as she leans against the soft mattress of the couch. "He's like a walking worm and can growl like a fucking monster I once encountered in Romania."

Mother Sola sobbed, her face contorted with surprise and horror at the news she had received earlier that day. It was a far cry from the information she had always received from the nun who had followed the mission during her many years as the OCS's director. It was the first time she'd heard anything like this, because the Church had always claimed that the wraiths were a dumb, killing maniac demon with no purpose.

The Church may already be aware of this, but they have not informed the OCS of any reason for withholding it, unless it is to protect them in some way.

Laura comprehends what her mother was contemplating. This is most likely why the Church withheld it from them, as well as why they did not tell the whole truth.

The head nun must be reeling from betrayal and doubts about the Church she has dedicated her entire life to. "However, I was able to obtain some information about a girl, their leader, who was hiding on a Brazilian island."

"Goodness," the head nun muttered quietly as she crossed a sign. "Where is that island? You and the sisters can go."

Her red eyes lowered in an attempt to regain the information. "I believe it was a snake-infested island. The demon had said she was hiding in a cave and was attempting to gather a large army to bring war to us. And the Church is well aware of this. Pope had told me about it once, but I didn't try to go there."

"Oh my God!"Mother Zola murmurs as she crosses a sign again with a shaky hand. "Why hasn't the Church done anything to inform us?"

Mother Sola, her wrinkled skin on her brow visible, inquired angrily. "Informing us is preferable to concealing it, which increases the number of casualties in the OCS."

Laura gave a dark chuckle. "That's how stupid the higher-ups were. Allowing their allies to die as a result of the enemies comes in large numbers. They had weakened all of your defense and strategy. Their inflated egos were eating them alive, and their greed for something I didn't know had left a hole on my minds for some reason."

"How can you say that confidently to the Church?"

"

Laura raised her brows; the mother had become engulfed in doubt toward the church as it sought a better explanation or answers to understand her insane thoughts.

"I am an old warrior," she replied. "I was born before some apostles founded the Church because of their devotion to God and willingness to share their beliefs about Catholicism. The founder was fine, but the next generation of rulers was becoming more secretive and dangerous to serve as my right-hand man. I saw something different in them that I don't fully understand, and even my trusted companion can't detect its thoughts and future plans."

Raphael: I apologize for interrupting you. But I believe there is a demon hiding in some room, possibly a training room.

What?

Raphael: Yes, she is stealing the life force of the girl she has chosen to tie the knot.

Fuck!

Mother Sola nodded, her gaze fixed on the ground, her thoughts deep. "I knew you existed, but I couldn't figure out what you saw from the Church; what did you mean when you said there was something?"

"It is not my place to express my views on the Church, and I'd rather not share my thoughts with someone I don't trust at all," Laura said, her eyes pierced by the other eyes, seeking truth with those green orbs. "I can't help but think that because your place is rife with repulsive liars and traitors."

Mother Sola's eyes widened in bewilderment as she took in everything. "Exactly what do you mean?"

Laura quickly summoned a black orb in her right hand, a lethal black orb capable of penetrating the victim's skin and gradually erasing its existence in its own slow-paced time.

It's like a water substance laced with a bad chemical that melts its body away like a fire-burned piece of paper. It has the ability to burn people into crips in a distance of 25 kilometers, depending on the size of the black orbs.

According to the size of the orb she displayed in front of the terrified head nun, it was a small, very small black orb capable of only burning one person's body. She can't make that much when she can't let the innocent nuns die from her awesome orbs.

Laura shifted it to her thumb and cast a dark glance at her mother, who had turned pale and was on the verge of collapsing, sweats coursing through her entire body. The reason for this is that the orbs were holding a blue fire five times hotter than the sun.

Even when shrunken into a small ball, the temperature remains constant.

"Where was the demon you were hiding before I came here?" Laura inquired.

Mother Sola shakes her head, refusing to answer because she doesn't know who the traitor is.

"I have no idea what you were saying."

Laura scoffed as she marched slowly towards her mother. "I sense a demon, Mother. You cannot deceive me."

The scorching heat of her orbs began to frighten the mother.

"I –I really don't know."

Is it similar to a demon with fantasies?

Yes, it is possible.

So that might be it. Create a barrier to keep demons out of OCS now that it has been revealed to them. Set an alarm to alert the nun if a disguised demon nun enters the area.

Yes, master, access it with eternity suppression so that it can continue to run indefinitely. She was in the training room by herself with a girl.

Laura stood up from the couch, the black orbs dissipating thinly in the air, while Mother Sola stared at her, perplexed.

"I detected a demon disguised as a nun, and I am afraid I will kill some of your subordinates," she informed the mother.

Mother Zola can't stop herself from putting her hand into her mouth, her eyes widening and her face flushed.

"Oh my god!" was the only thing she said. "How is this even possible?"

"As I previously stated, they are evolving, and I advise the nun to remain in their bedroom with a divinium shield over their body while I deal with this demon." Laura issued a command, leaving the mother in her usual state of shock.

She summoned the black orbs once more as she walked briskly into the hallway that leads to the training room, where a nun usually trained to improve their martial arts skills.

She had previously trained there, and there was a lot of cool stuff to train on, as well as a lot of deadly weapons against the demon. The smells of the demon became clearer as she got closer, similar to the smell of a dead animal in its second stage of decomposition.

It has a revolting odor and renders her nose incapable of functioning properly.

It's truly dead, master. The rotten smell was overpowering.

I know what you mean. And your pathetic a$$ couldn't even detect its odor from a long distance away. You're a total failure!

To avoid future disappointments, it is critical not to overestimate one's abilities.

Disappointment in the future, my ass. Just admit you're a jerk!

She entered the training room and stood at the massive door, activating her all-seeing eyes to gain a better view of what lay beneath the wall. The all-seeing eye, also known as the Eye of God, was a supernatural ability that could predict the future and devise a strategy to eliminate enemies.

It has many hidden properties, one of which is the ability to see inside a wall, thing, or even a human. In the center of the ring, there were two figures of two women chatting while sitting comfortably on the mattress. Their bodies were too familiar, especially the possessed one, and for her, it was like a long-lost friend whom she didn't have time to meet or would prefer not to meet due to the tension between her and the OCS.

She lowered the black orbs and stared at the wall, contemplating what is right and wrong. If it were right to execute this possessed before she could harm the OCS, or if it was wrong when she couldn't tell the person; if she was a nobody or her friend.

Then she began to feel hesitant to carry out this frustrating mission, which has numerous flaws that will break her hardened heart once more.

She knows a little bit, but she is too afraid to confront them, she kills one of them. She is a quiet and familiar figure.

She might be the possessed one.

She went inside after a minute of relaxing from the pressure and could only see two of her long-time friends lovingly talking to each other.

It was Mera, not the lovely Irene, who was the demon. She can see Mera's true body, which is rotting, with the help of the all-seeing eye. It was like a dead whale that had been eaten by sharks, with all of the meat gone and only the bones remaining. Maggots were infesting her body, and they were eating and digging their disgusted twirling body for its meat.

Mera's bear-shaped eyes, which had once impressed her with their uniqueness, had long vanished and turned into a much larger hole with flies stuck on it. Lips that are disorganized, arms and legs that show a lot of bone, ribs, and her rotted organs that protrude like a lion that has escaped from its den.

She was dreadful. It was a nightmare to watch.

When Mera emitted a 'power of illusion,' Irene did not see the true appearance of Mera.

A higher spell that only a higher demon could obtain, it was a spell that concealed their true form in front of the spectator's eyes, and the smell was a small part of it that was also concealed. It was also used to entice people's minds to allow them to live in their fantasized worlds by slowly sucking their life force when it was the source of power to create the world that they imagined. Both skills complement each other, and Irene was the source of them.

She was the reason Mera was alive and able to obtain a demon spell. Raphael was mistaken in concluding that she was possessed, but she is not. A spell was rather inside her body and could only be dangerous only when Irene was the source of the spell.

"Hey! I had no idea you were here." Laura's thoughts came to a halt when Mera said that.

Irene greets her with a sweet smile, indicating how much she appreciates her presence this time.

It had been ten years since they had last seen each other. They are a few of the people she trusted, along with Jennie, despite the fact that the latter was assigned a mission this month and was unable to join them.

Joasiah will be relieved to see her in the OCS and will cry if she learns of the upcoming news.

"Uh, yeah, I saved a girl from death. It was my fault." She tried to smile and be approachable to the girls, but she could feel her heartbeat racing faster, surrounded by despair and guilt.

"Oh, the lovely blonde, we're tending to her head wounds? "Irene inquired.

Laura then nodded and said to Irene. "Yeah, uhm, Irene, could you give us a minute to talk? I need to catch up with Mera."

"Uh yeah sure," she said as she walked out of the room, leaving only them behind.

After Irene has left.

She lunged the orb directly at the demon's chest, infusing Mera's decaying body with a powerful heat.

Mera coughs up green blood as she smiles broadly at her friend. Green eyes with a lot of depth and volume. She holds something so precious that she refuses to give herself up to the death that awaits her.

"You really are something so difficult to kill, Laura," Mera stated bluntly as her hands went to grip her shoulder, which was hitting on her chest with lava heat, causing a burn sensation on her skin. Laura, on the other hand, can't feel the pain because she's immune and can heal quickly. "It can also heal. My friend, you had that ongoing shit on you."

"Franks as good as ever, my——"

She couldn't finish her sentence because Mera landed a powerful punch that threw her into the cement wall and ripped a huge hole in it.

"Oww."

Mera didn't give her time to stand and instead used her demon powers to teleport around her body and attack her with multiple punches while using her both shoulders as a cover. She immediately lunges a fast long kick into Mera's head after she had restrained her position, causing her skull to crack slightly.

A boozed of blood was pouring from Mera's injured head as she landed on the other side of a running mill, Mera was planning to attack again, not caring about her head.

Laura prepared a fire orb in her hands while avoiding her friend's blows.

"You're really good at dodging," Mera said as she landed a punch on Laura's side cheeks. "However, you lack defense."

She sat up awkwardly as she continued to summon an orb. "Well, it's not my true fighting skills, my friend," she says. "I was just trying to make things as simple as possible for you."

As she teleported towards the girl in her back, she was able to throw the orb into her spleen, causing some of her rotten flesh and green blood to explode and spill all over the floor.

Mera was able to kneel in the ground due to the large explosion behind her back, as she gritted her teeth and her rage grew stronger. She was able to stand at full strength and attack Laura from the side with her left leg while blowing punches in the same direction, thanks to her incredible mental capacity.

"Irene wants me alive," Mera yelled angrily, exchanging blows. "She desired to be with me forever."

Laura used her wings to deflect Mera's powerful punches, much like a waltz dancer.

"You are using her life force and ---" Laura is about to finish her sentence when a kick hits her on the side, causing her wings to tighten in defense. She launches another attack while Raphael controls the orbs that have been floating behind her back like a ball. "You will kill her by that," she continues.

"No," Mera said, forming a ball of blood in her hands. "I'm going to make her my betrothed."

Laura sees the ball of blood and her lips form a thin line. Her eyes were as red as they had always been, like a fire scorching from the intense heat of lava and magma. "Well, then, I'm sorry for killing you," she says.

She summoned a large black orb and teleported behind the demon, planting the orb into her flesh in a matter of seconds.

She returned to the same spot and stared at the demon, who was laughing at something she didn't see coming.

"You really surprised me with your stupidity, my friend," Mera laughed.

"Well, I am stupid," Laura said softly. " That is all I have to say for the time being. But you're the idiot today."

"What?

' Mera inquires, as she feels something burning inside her body and some ash has begun to destroy her. "What's the matter with me?" '

"Simple, you've already been burned."

The Black Orbs were not meant to be used from a tight or average location because the orbs work like a nuclear weapon that can demolish a whole building and turn the human body to ashes. It was a slow burning process intended to torture the enemy into the blue fire surrounding its body, with a feeling of excruciating pain both inside and outside the body. It cannot shatter a body into pieces, but rather slowly turns it into ashes.

"W-what? " she sobs, and a dam of realization forms.

She, like Mera smiled at Laura as the flames devoured her. Slowly, the heat possessed melted her skin through bones and blood, vaporizing it with dryness, while the flame grew larger and larger, as if eating her whole.

As if a massive blackhole swallowed a planet and claimed it for some reason. A weather system that swallows a large number of trees and houses them in order to destroy them, similar to how a hurricane slowly consumes its victims and then extinguishes them.

No one could ever get a glimpse of it.

She vanished into thin air, her ashes slowly falling down, forming a mountain of ashes.

With heavy breathing, she slumped into the ground. WIth sweat gliding down to her arms and face.

She's already gone, master.

I know.

Do you want me to investigate why there are wraiths following us around?

Maybe, I suppose. Raphael, I'm exhausted.

Laura sagged on the ground, sad and exhausted.

We can talk about it some other time when you are not completely alone. Closing with a deathbed and a rope.

Haha! It's funny how you made a joke when we were sad.

I was being polite, master. Though, it is okay to feel sadness towards a person as it was a practice for such greater emotion that may come into your life.

Did you just say that I am unlucky person?

No, I was saying you need to save yourself.

Why?

A petite woman that resembles a cat was running to you now. She is filled with rage and hate. I believe she will punch you in the face.

Shit!