?Confusion mars his face as I twist my head so I’m no longer craning my neck so far back. Twisting my torso to find four other familiar eyes and scents. All of them looking ragged but unhurt.
?“What do you mean?” Varian asks, but now that I’m properly looking at him I realize. Still, even Percius smells like life.
?“Your scent is different.”
?Castiel steps forward and shakes his head. “Varian’s scent is smoke.”
?“No,” I sigh, and finally stand up. Hundreds now, stand behind Ricka, Kyno, Asher, Hanna and Jullia. “You always smell like life.” I narrow my eyes at Percius. Under my breath, I say, “Even you.”
?They all glance at one another, but there’s still so much burning within. I start walking for the arena when a hand lays over my shoulder stopping me. I turn up to golden eyes.
?“We felt your aura all the way in the city.”
?I blink at Callahan and what I would give to wrap my body around his and shut the world out. But I know better. And I cannot have him trying to kill me before I know the true name of the Forgotten God of Blood Moons.
?The reason I have not used my wish yet. That will be for severing the cemented bond between me and Varian. But I need to figure out a way to rip and destroy my soul first. And Callahan’s true form has gotten too close to seeing my soul. He is getting too close to knowing the truth.
?I step away from him and this time he doesn’t hide as his face falls. I will also need to keep better distance from Castiel. I could feel it when I kissed him earlier.We were too close.
?“The city is not that far away.”
?It’s my only response, and it’s greeted by silence.
?Percius steps towards me and tilts his head down. I can see his true form swirling behind his eyes. I can also see his fear.
?“Please,” he whispers. “Do not kill them.”
?And then the ground trembles.
?“REBELS!”
?When do you feel most alive, he whispers to me. The Forgotten God of Blood Moons. The one I’m meant to make remembered. Righting the wrongs of the past.
?I step to the side to view the field. On beat to the tempo of my heart, line after line of rebels appears. And right there front and center, a devil cloaked with a metallic mask over his face.
?I sneer at the Death Devil but don’t look at him. “What games are you playing?”
?“We are not here to kill anyone,” he says under his breath. Behind me chaos erupts with higher class years and the trainers trying to organize everyone.
?“The attack in Syngenia City was just a diversion,” a deep voice growls. The Dean begins roaring orders and assembling groups to ready for apparently the largest attack in two and half centuries.
?I can’t feel his presence even though I hear his footsteps behind me. I bet if I turned around right now he would be glaring.
?“Ms. Tsuki,” he roughly greets just as balls of fire shoot our way. Brightening the sky through the dusk. It makes the Dean growl. “DEFENSES!”
?Those four doors are still open within me. I drew my aura back in so it just sits around me, but my magic is still rightthere.
?Angry red balls turn blue as they begin curving down towards us and then I extinguish them.
?A hand is placed on my shoulder and pain ignites like a flooding of agony. I barely move as every nerve singes within me. My body flashes hot and cold, and then I silence the pain.
?“Will you protect this school?” the Dean asks. A slight tremor in his tone I would almost say hints at a plea.
?I remove his hand from my shoulder and begin walking towards my fated across from me. Masked, but I can feel our fate.
?Do you think I cannot kill every single one of them without a hair on your head being burned?I ram down our cemented bond.
?Another hand wraps around my upper arm and pain vibrates again before I shut it off and whip my head towards my fated’s twin. His eyes that are exactly the same, and yet entirely not plead with me.Begging.
