REBIRTH

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Although Asha had revived Elsa from the dead, he knew that she wasn't his only victim. 

It was only obvious, for Ashba was like a wild animal, one which was more ferocious than anything. 

It would be stupid to think Elsa was the only one who faced the repercussions of his awakening. 

He had killed people; he could feel it. 

Before everything happened, Asha had felt himself grow stronger, but now everything was different. 

His skin, its textures , he didn't need to touch or test its strength to realize its capabilities. 

It had effortlessly grown two to three times stronger in a matter of a day. 

though his eyes had returned to their normal unique nature, his body and height had changed significantly, as if changed to accommodate the strength of Ashba, he who is considered a demon in all respects. 

Asha could only look around in shame at the bodies that lay below, the blood that colored the still floors. 

Standing up from his position, he could sense that the fighting had stopped to some extent.

Click!

The lights turned on, revealing the hell that lay beneath, some covered in blood, others found strangling , trying to remove soul from living body.

Realizing that the test had come to an end, a sense of relief washed over all those who had to witness the brutality of the once gone pending darkness.

But it was far from over, too far.

SCREEEE-CLICK!

The lock from the large doors made a large sound as they largely opened, bringing in the once forgotten fresh air some once took advantage of. 

Some covered in red blood, others covered in deep cuts and bruises, it was brutal, ugly yet beautiful, a sight which contradicted art and accepted craziness; a sight that was absolute.

Walking in with the fresh, once forgotten breeze, a short, tiny woman appeared. 

She was wearing what seemed to be an almost transparent pair of glasses, floating mid-air with a large pair of wings behind her that stood five feet taller than her figure. 

Her hair was nothing but snakes and serpents, and she was holding a whip in her left hand, which was dark brown in color. 

It was being dragged as she walked, forming a slight hiss sound with its every movement as if resembling a snake. 

She was wearing a black suit, and her hair moved, eyeing everyone that stood below.

Almost everyone instantly understood who she was as soon as they saw those large dark wings. 

'A descendant of the Furies,' they thought, as shivers were sent down each of their spines.

"78,345 of you people are alive," she said as she looked forward at nothing; no, she didn't look at them. 

It was as if they were unworthy of her sight, as if they were ants. 

"But only 78,298 of you have passed," she said. Before anyone could ask a question or complain, her whip extended out of nowhere, surprising those who stood beneath. 

It moved like a snake, expanding to heights most would deem remarkable. 

Its depth widened wider than the human body; it moved with movements as if alive and stood as tall as the building they were standing in, like a snake. 

It hissed and moved its spiked head as if looking for someone. 

There were moments where it looked at some more than it did to the others. 

Then, under everyone's gaze, it dropped its body, dropping like a snake with its now large extended body. 

It killed some; it killed so quickly they didn't get the chance to scream or struggle .

Golden blood from the ground splattered everywhere due to its large figure, splattering on some, including the same woman who seemed to have initiated the attack. 

"Disgusting," she whispered under her breath, just enough for everyone who stood close to hear, yet they didn't seem to scream or shout , for the same thing she had done, they had also done 5 minutes ago. 

Who would dare to judge , for everyone knew the tale of the Furies, also known as the Erinyes, a group of goddesses who punish those who break the law, commit crimes or disobey the gods. 

It was obvious why she had killed those who died due to her attack; because the rules of the test were simple: in 60 minutes, all laws and crimes would be nulled, meaning if someone wanted to kill , 

they had the permission to do it during the time provided, and if the 60 minutes given are finished, all law would return to normal. 

And one of the laws held high on these grounds is that whoever kills another on school property will be judged immediately and granted immediate execution. 

Those who died simply exceeded the time limit and broke the law.

Wiping a single drop of blood that splattered on her face, she began to fly away as if done with the job she had to complete, moving her figure in preparation to fly to the door. 

Her gaze was drawn to a child who sat on some stairs; he was looking down as if not intrigued by her arrival, yet from this child, she felt something different, something unexplainable, something she had once felt. 

She didn't know what it was, but it was there, and it was affecting the way she was flying. 

She then decided to take interest, moving closer to him. 

She couldn't help but admire his body; although she couldn't see his face, it was her first time seeing a body that sat in such perfect nature. 

But this feeling inside of her was growing stronger, her instincts growing louder with each reduced distance. 

Then she stopped mid-air as she realized what she was feeling.

'No, …it can't be,' she thought, her words carried by doubt and disbelief. 

But then, the strange boy raised his head and looked in her direction; she could see it, those piercing dark eyes, that curly dark hair. 

Yes, it was what she thought she felt; it was 'FEAR,' all pending, unending fear, one she had never felt before. 

Even though she had met many nobles, none gave her this ever-growing, instant fear. 

It was so thick her body started slightly shaking; she could feel every muscle screaming at her, her adrenaline boosted, but her focus never left. 

She then began to move back unknowingly. Then the child who seemed to cause her instincts to spike said something which sent shivers down her every strand of standing hair.

"Disgusting," he whispered silently, just enough for her to hear his every word. 

She instantly moved her gaze from his eyes quickly, as if thinking that looking at him would give him offensive. 

No, she wasn't thinking; it was as if a rat was running away from a dog. No thinking is involved, only pure instinct.

She then flew away without a word, her flight fast as though in a hurry, blasting out of the building and falling to the concrete ground. 

Her eyes widely opened, her breath loud and powerful, sweat covering the once beautiful face making it seem ugly, no, it was 'disgusting,' as if his words were becoming true. 

Her wings couldn't fly; no, they refused. Her legs gave in as if fallen weak. 

She was sure what she had seen; she was sure, for she had seen it too many times, but never had she seen it to such an extent , never had she seen it so pure, never so pure, so dark, so beautiful.

She was sure; she had just come face to face with , 'DEATH'.

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Asha, who was sitting down looking at where the now long-gone woman floated, showed a sense of shame. "Fuck, she heard that, didn't she," he said , It seemed as though the consequences of turning into Ashba were at play. 'Fusion,' he thought as his face became more serious. It had seemed that his unseen rampage was only the beginning, the beginning of an inevitable rebirth.

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