HE WILL TEAR HER APART

Death takes the body.

God takes the soul.

Our mind holds the memories.

Our heart keeps the love.

Our faith let's us know, we will meet again.

-Kelly's Treehouse-

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Damon sucked the air out of Raphael's lungs, suffocated him in the process.

At first, Raphael managed to stand it for a few minutes, but after his body demanded the absence of oxygen, he couldn't beat the odds and fell to his knees, opening his mouth, but he still couldn't breathe.

His hand clutched his throat and the ice sword turned into water, splashed on the ground.

"Da… mon…" he managed to say his name when his body collapsed to the dirty ground, convulsing. This was the feeling when you were not able to breathe and were on the brink of death. Would Damon really kill him for standing in his way?

Raphael didn't have the answer for that, because in the next second the darkness loomed in his vision. His heart felt like it was about to explode and the excruciating pain rendered him to give up.

Once Raphael stopped moving and fell unconscious, Damon made a slicing movement and the air returned to normal, giving his opponent a chance to breathe again.

Of course, Damon wouldn't kill Raphael, but if he insisted and kept fighting it, he wouldn't hesitate to finish him off. After all, he had nothing to lose at that moment.

After seeing his opponent had been defeated, Damon proceeded with his original intention. He would go to the girl who had taken Xierra's heart and tore her apart.

How dare she take something that did not belong to her?!

Xierra…

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After the general closed the door, Tarsa didn't move to her bed, but she stayed behind the closed door and waited until the noise of the footsteps in the corridor decreased and silence engulfed that place.

It seemed generally true to his words when he said that he would tell everyone to take a detour to his father's office.

However, those words indirectly told Tarsa that something was wrong that was going on right now. A lot of people gathered in her father's office and even the general was here at this hour. It must be something urgent and important.

Actually, Tarsa didn't intend to find out about what it was, but because she saw there were many people from the military roaming around the front yard with full weaponry, Tarsa's curiosity was piqued and she couldn't help it for not knowing what was going on.

Were they under attack? Who would be crazy enough to attack the president's place and government building?

Tarsa moved closer to the door and opened it when she was sure there was no one there. She poked her head through the gap and observed her surroundings.

Slowly, she walked in the corridor, barefooted. Those higher up definitely wouldn't tell her a single piece of information about what was going on, but it didn't mean people with lower rank, who worked there were clueless about the situation.

This was Tarsa's way to gain information and she was proud of herself for being able to do this little trick on her parents. She was close to everyone in this place since she spent most of her time here.

She walked down the stairs and then headed toward the kitchen, where she would look for Anthony, the head chef there.

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"The member of Duvessa is heading toward this direction," the general informed the president about it. They had an urgent meeting with the other four generals since this situation needed immediate attention.

"Who led them?" Russel asked, the dark circle beneath his eyes showed how stressful this problem was. Not only from Duvessa, but he had also caught wind that the other ministers weren't satisfied and would place a protest upon his selfish decision.

One should have known not to mess with the members of Duvessa. Even though they preferred to not stand out in government affairs, but they held such power to turn the table when it was necessary, if they thought the government had stepped out of the line, like what Russel just did.

They were akin to a sacred society that kept the government on track, as they minded their own business regarding the spirit world.

In this era, few people would believe in the spirit world, but wise people knew they didn't live in this world alone.

Therefore, Duvessa was there to keep the balance, with Kairi as the head of that society.

But, now the government had made a fatal mistake by messing with their Kairi and they demanded punishment. No one knew what kind of punishment was that, since this case had never happened before.

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Tarsa found Anthony in the kitchen and approached the middle-aged chef with light steps. "What is happening out there?" she asked him with a big smile. She loved to talk to him since he always gave her appetizing food whenever she threw a tantrum because she couldn't go out due to her weak condition.

"Tarsa," He called her name and opened his arms to hug her. "What are you doing here?"

"Like usual." Tarsa hugged him tightly and he smelled just like what she remembered. He smelled like fresh citrus. "Looking for information." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Anthony laughed at that notion. "You must have seen the commotion out there, yes?"

Tarsa nodded. Of course. That was the reason why she was here and also because no one would give her the answer.

Meanwhile, Anthony squinted his eyes. He was thinking deeply about dissolving this information.

"What is it? Tell me," Tarsa urged impatiently.

"I don't know if it is right to tell you about this or not, but I think you should know…"

Tarsa stared at him, waiting for his next words.

"This is about the heart transplant that you received…" Anthony started. He indeed worked in the kitchen, but he was well informed about everything in this building.

"So, what is it?"