Midnight Fun

The vibrations of the canopy which caused the drapes surrounding her bed to shake snapped Crescent from her dreamless state.

The clattering of her things and the roaring sounds outside her balcony muted the thunderclaps around the House of Lamentation. Her glowing green eyes, now fully awake, widened.

"What the heck is happening?" Crescent asked herself as she stood up.

Clad in her pajamas, she could see that it was raining quite heavily outside along with the constant zaps of lightning and thunderclaps surrounding the House of Lamentation, the Halflings dorm house under the Malevolent Dormitory's forsaken land.

Her question was answered when a gigantic bird's head crashed into the center of her room from the balcony. The walls were blown and the debris flew everywhere. The five meters distance between her bed and her study table was crossed in a matter of seconds.

Her dragon-like black-colored wings stretched before her mouth would open, creating a shield-like barrier for her familiar's egg. The clamor that resembled an earthquake flipped the egg from its place – rolling onto the ground. With her other wing, Crescent caught the egg at breakneck speed.

"The fuck!"

Now standing in the corner of her room, her soles were bare, and her hair was disheveled. But even with her lousy look, Crescent wrapped the egg with her left arm, secured firmly against her body.

In her right hand was the brooch that her father gave her, which she held tightly – clasping it with vigor. Her glowing green eyes were fixated on the damage to her room.

Gone was her cute balcony which acted as her door whenever she went to school replaced by a hole bigger than her door's size. Her tiled floor and her dressing area were destroyed with nothing left but debris and broken wooden splinters – her things lay dirty and torn.

The bed and the study table which were both located at the corners of her room barely survived.

Just what the fuck did you do, morons? Crescent screamed in her mind. Not minding the shards on her floor, her bare soles walked a bloody path toward the hole. Blinded by rage for destroying her room and for almost jeopardizing her familiar, her green eyes glowed more than usual. A surge of black and green oozed from the brooch as if it was answering her call for power.

"Ha! Is this brooch a kind of power pocket from my dad? He knew that I will need his help one way or another, huh." She pinned the brooch to her pajamas while holding her egg – too afraid to break it before it could even hatch. Cent continued. The shards embedded in her soles pierced every step that she took.

Cent stopped in her tracks when she reached the end of her supposed balcony. Gone were the railings that she liked. The harsh raindrops welcomed her face as she looked up.

The zaps of lightning illuminated the darkened hill, letting her see the catastrophe that was transpiring just outside her bedroom. Four silhouettes were seen after a zap of lightning flashed right behind the House of Lamentation.

"So this is all the ruckus is about? My room got destroyed because of those fucking angels. It is the angels, again." Cent muttered under her breath. Biting the insides of her cheeks, Cent could taste her blood.

A single Slaughter Butterfly landed on her right shoulder. "Show me what's happening up there," Cent ordered without batting her eyelashes from the four silhouettes that were busy clashing with each other.

The butterfly fluttered as if answering her before biting her down in the process of showing what it gathered. A surge of images flew inside her mind the moment it started to drink her blood.

- - -

A blonde angel with a smug-looking face was using the holy fire like a fireball. His wings were spread, shining drastically amidst the darkness that cloaked the area. His halo contradicted the horned being before him who was heaving and weakened by the angel's attack.

Cent's eyes widened upon seeing the beaten form of Levi and his Basilisk which was protecting its master against the angel's holy fireballs. Its glowing eyes did not affect the grinning angel, whom Cent did not recognize.

"Is that all? I heard so much about the Halfling's reputation that I started to think that they are on par with me." His lilac-colored eyes flashed brighter as the zap of lightning flashed at his back. The flying enormous Pegasus at his back neighed as if agreeing to its matter, irking Crescent all the more.

His eyes shifted to Levi's back, where two silhouettes were flying. "So much for being the Dark Knights." The blonde-haired dude mocked Damon, who was standing atop Sylvia's Gryphon. The latter was gritting her teeth while Damon did not even flinch, maintaining a bored façade in front of the angel.

"I am your opponent, so don't look at my back." Levi's tails multiplied into a thousand more as they elongated and sharpened.

Like it had a mind of its own, the deadly tails attack the blonde-haired angel but were stopped midway by the holy fire – igniting a scream from Levi.

The Basilisk roared, its body protectively grasped Levi's body – though the Basilisk was a top-tier type of beast and the holy fire could not hurt it if its master was affected by the holy fire, then the beast was good as dead.

The blond-haired angel's laugh boomed! The harsh rain and the cold breeze could not stop him from laughing as he watched the struggling form of Levi. "What a weak shit! I can't believe you're one of the angel's rivals. I guess I believed in your words too much, Sky." His gaze shifted to the angel at the far end of his right side.

Apollo Sky was standing at the edge of the border of the Forsaken Land and the Ambivalent Dormitory's territory. "And what are you doing there? Come here and have some fun! I never knew that Transylvania Academy can be so much fun!"