Escape with Vali

Six months passed, and she grew stronger, learning to control the destructive energy that now flowed through her.

One evening, as she sat in her cell, Rizevim entered with a new sense of urgency. He was accompanied by a young boy with the same piercing blue eyes as his grandfather, yet with a gentle demeanor that seemed out of place in the cold fortress.

"This is Vali," Rizevim announced, his tone dismissive. "My grandson. He's been asking about you, curious about what we're doing here."

Viviane studied the young boy, noticing the bruises on his arms and the haunted look in his eyes. Despite his noble blood, he was treated no better than a servant. Her heart ached for him, and she saw a reflection of her own plight in his gaze. That night, when she saw him she knew he was going to escape. Viviane hoped to go with him; to get out of this hellhole. But she did not know how to tell him.

Four months later, Vali returned to her cell, his eyes filled with a newfound resolve. "We're leaving tonight," he whispered, his voice barely carrying in the oppressive silence.

Viviane's heart raced. Escape had always felt like a distant dream, one she dared not voice out loud. "But... how?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

Vali's eyes shone with a fierce determination that belied his tender years. "I've been watching the guards, learning their patterns. And I've found a way to help you," he said, holding out a small, intricate piece of paper. "It's a teleportation magic circle. It'll create a tangible clone of you and teleport you to me, so they won't know you're gone."

Viviane took the piece of paper, her heart racing with hope. Months of preparation on Vali's side had led to this moment, and she knew it was now or never. She nodded her understanding and waited for the cover of darkness to fall.

As the fortress grew quiet, Vali returned, his eyes filled with the weight of his decision. They approached the magic circle drawn on the piece of paper with trembling hands, and Viviane got ready to insert demonic power into it, feeling the strange tingle of its power beneath her feet.

"Ready?" Vali whispered, his voice trembling with excitement and fear.

Viviane took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Ready," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.

Ten minutes later, the magic circle flared to life, and a perfect copy of Viviane emerged, her eyes fluttering open as she took in her surroundings. The guards rushed in, drawn by the sudden commotion, but the real Viviane and Vali were already on the move. They slipped through the shadows, their escape unnoticed until the next day.

Their journey was fraught with danger, but the bond between them grew stronger with each step. They encountered a group of guards, and without hesitation, Vali stepped forward to protect her.

The fight was swift and brutal. Vali's power was surprisingly potent for one so young, and the guards fell before him. Yet, in the heat of the battle, he took a severe blow.

With a burst of strength fueled by desperation, Vali fought off the remaining guards, his fists glowing with an intense blue light that seemed to crackle with the very essence of the heavens themselves. The guards fell, their bodies twisted and broken under the onslaught of the young half-devil's power. Yet, as the dust settled, Viviane could see the toll it had taken on him.

Blood trickled from his nose, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. "V-Viviane, I... I don't think I can walk," he stuttered, his eyes glazed over with pain.

Her heart clenched in fear. "You're not going to stay here!," she said fiercely, willing the words to be true. "We're going to find help."

In the heat of desperation, something within Vali stirred. A power so ancient, so powerful, it had laid dormant since the days of the original heroes. The Longinus Divine Dividing, a sacred gear that could kill even gods. It had chosen him, a descendant of the devils, to be its wielder.

Viviane watched in amazement as the weapon materialized in Vali's trembling hand. The air around them crackled with energy, and she felt the presence of something much greater than themselves.

"Vali," she whispered, her eyes wide with shock. "What is that?"

He looked down at his hand, tingling with the power of the weapon that had chosen him. "It's a gauntlet," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Viviane had heard whispers of the legendary sacred gears, but she had never seen one in person.

As Vali held the Longinus, she felt a strange warmth emanate from the weapon, and suddenly, the air was filled with the melodious voice of a dragon.

"I am Albion," the dragon spoke, his voice resonating through the very fabric of their souls. "Young one, you have stirred a power that even the gods fear."

Vali's hand trembled as he held the Longinus, the gleaming gauntlet. The room fell silent, the very air seeming to hold its breath as the dragon's voice filled the space.

"Your situation is... precarious," Albion said, his voice like the gentle rustling of leaves.

Viviane nodded, her eyes never leaving the Longinus. "I know," she murmured, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her. "What do we do now Albion Oji-san?"

The room remained silent for a moment as the dragon's voice faded. "I don't know," Albion finally said, his tone filled with an unusual vulnerability.