"You all have your partners assigned in the envelope in your hands. Your mission is also assigned in the envelope. Half of you'll depart tomorrow and a half will depart the day after tomorrow."The instructor said, Everyone, stood in line on the training ground, each one with an envelope in hand. Once the instructor was done speaking, everyone opened their envelopes. Some hope to pair up with one of their friends and some hope to have an easy mission.Megara opened her envelope, also hoping to pair up with one of her friends but what she was paired with was beyond it. "Evandros Linya." She whispered under her breath and stared at the name before her eyes traveled down to read the task.Their task was to eradicate the demons attacking common people in the Waterafll town. It wasn't an easy task for someone like her who only knew martial arts at the moment and a demon cannot be overthrown with just some martial arts, her companion seems no good either. The day they will be departing is
In the void, she felt herself floating. She absentmindedly stared at the dirty wall in front of her. Her body aching in immense pain, slightly shivering in cold, she wrapped her arms around her knees, hiding her face in them.Sitting there for a while she abruptly sat up straight. The sound of chains clanking resounded in the eerie prison. She breathed in and out before she started doing her meditation. Since she was held captive and had nothing else to do, meditation was the only thing that can help at the moment.She sat there for hours and hours until she heard the door opening with the loud noise of a strong metal grazing the dusty ground. She stayed the same, with her eyes closed she kept going on, thinking it was the maiden, she didn't bother to pay attention to her but when she heard no noise and the room fall again into an eerie silence, a slight frown made its way on her face and she slowly opened her eyes, darting her gaze towards the door. Her orbs slightly trembled when s
Wrist chained hair disheveled, dirty and messy white robe with mouth tied up by a black demonic pet. She wondered why he didn't use his spell to seal her mouth instead of going with the extra work of turning his demonic pet into a band just to wrap it around her mouth. It was straightforward, he yearned to make her look even more vulnerable.He walked in front of her with a stance, screaming superiority. Two guards followed closely behind her. She didn't know what she felt, on the verge of breaking down she followed behind him, stumbling on her steps now and then. Her lips quivered by the time they stopped in front of a certain black door.He slowly turned towards her, grabbed her by her wrists, and pulled her close to himself, his long fingers digging into her hip bone. She put her hands on his chest, pulling herself away from him, for him to only drag her closer to himself even more than before. She shook her head and tried to free herself of his grip, she struggled like a dying fis
"She is my soulmate."He said, his menacing gaze fixated on her pitiful face. He was enjoying seeing her condition but what annoyed him was her blank face and void green eyes. There was no resentment in them. Will she still not hate him after knowing he was the one who bonded her with himself through black magic? Will she still give him the same look?Why is there no hate in them?What does she hide within?Why does she not react?He just humiliated her.Exposed her to her lover.Yet...there is no resentment in those green pools.His hand under her chin, traveled to her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheek, green orbs staring right into the black ocean, not scared to see those hideous creatures inside it."Why don't...you cry?" He whispered but loud enough for her to hear. "Always trying to act strong, just give in and cry me a river already." He said, his thumb continuously caressing her cheek. She looked like she wanted to say something but her mouth was tied up.The more he stared a
"And that's why you deserve this."With her head low and eyes closed, she recalled his words which were replenished with so much resentment. She can't believe where she is now. The heart which once treasured her so much is now filled with so much hatred for her.In the end, it's the outcome of her doing.Only if she could go back...only if she could show him what was in her heart...but didn't she also betray herself? Struck her feelings away and embraced something which destroyed her, dragging him along.Which killed her dear master and his mother.She doesn't have any words to defend herself, there is no way to get out of the hole. Past cannot be recalled but wounds can bleed again.Not realizing when she dozed off, she found herself standing in a very familiar room. There was a small table in between with a buffer on its other side. Megara's eyes widened and she looked down at her hands, they were still chained and she was in the same dirty attire. She looked around and slowly start
With a long smoking pipe in his hand, Evandros stared at the man standing before him. The man was wearing a long black cloak with his face covered, only his eyes could be noticed. It was the exact man who was in the inn of the cross-sect squad. "I told you not to show up here," Evandros said, his gaze narrowed and for some reason, he was extremely agitated. "Not to show up? Why are you dragging this out so much? You need to let her escape otherwise your plan will go down the hill, dragging me along." The man said, his voice tense, holding a little harshness in his tone as well."Don't tell me what to do," Evandros said and sat up on the throne, throwing the smoke pipe away in irritation. His brows scrunched in frustration as he stood up from the throne walking towards the man who had the same height as him.He stopped in front of him."The plan will be carried out the way it was planned," Evandros said, staring into his eyes. "But I don't see the plan getting accomplished any sooner,
"I was getting bored...but then I remembered I have a thing to play with."Megara dare not look at him. She has gotten used to his harsh statements but that doesn't mean she doesn't get hurt. She might appear stoic in the face but deep down even she refutes her weeping heart.Afraid to bend down yet forced to kneel because of the guilt that rushes in her veins. In the end, she blames herself for everything. In the end, she failed to protect him instead of protecting him...she was the one who threw him into the dark ocean. But...would anyone understand what truly goes in that heart of hers? Would anyone ever listen to her? Believe her? The one who believes her is already suffering. Can anyone just believe her once? Can he listen to her again? Listen to what occurred. What she did back then...she knew it was her destruction as well as his but she was certain she would be able to protect him from the harsh world even if they didn't end up together in the end, not only she failed in h
"W...What are you doing?" She faltered in shock. Her lips parted in shock when the cold tip of the brush caressed her stomach, leaving a wet sensation of the paint behind. She looked down still in shock, he was using brown color on her skin. She looked up at him and shook her head.She was utterly confused.Why was he doing this?A gasp left her lips and she continued to shake her head. Too vulnerable to even struggle. She can't accept how weak she was at the moment. She bit her lower lip and turned her head to the left side, facing the pool, letting him paint whatever he wanted. Her eyes grazed the surface of the pool, steam was rising from it and roses were floating on the pool everywhere, so that's why his scent is mixed with the scent of roses, she thought and kept staring at the pool. She almost arched her back when she felt another cold line of brush caressing her skin, going in different directions and making her flinch, the move felt almost sensual. It was making her feel t