She did not know for how long her heart had stopped beating when it had been made clear that she would guard the Centurion, this possibly together with an enemy far too close and so much more real than this Haku Soul that she had never even seen. The Dahlian Monster did exist, but he was not Halo’s monster. Samael was the devil that had driven his crimson pitchfork into her heart and twisted it until it had ripped a large hole in her soul. She could not direct her anger at any of her leaders, for she could not reveal what had been done to her by a certain someone carrying the chaos star on his shoulder for everyone to see. Her own crimson star shone bright against her light cream chest where his clawed hand once greedily had touched. Thinking this thought the girl’s body could not suppress the shiver making its way up her spine. The thought of objecting when she had been assigned to her task had never really touched her. She was bound by the words of her Aquila and it was her duty and her wish to obey his every word – especially now when he spoke of war and smoke. Times were different now and Halo was sure as hell not going to let anyone near her beloved Kaena Lykoi. The girl had whispered this promise over and over and knew that her body would be limb and bloody by the time any wolf was to come close to her Centurion. Her only issue with the assignment was of course Samael – but the crimson eyed man had already seen her.
It had pained the young female to see her rapist again after so long, so close to the Aquila’s side as if he was Gabriel’s right hand. Anger boiled within as always, for this was not fair. Not fair, but it was her fault! She was weak and she had to suffer the consequences for her horrible failures. She should have killed Charon out of pity before Samael had made his entrance. He had watched and screamed and suffered the consequences for wishing life for the kind wolf that had retrieved those pretty things in the window of the shop. She had believed herself to be so much stronger, but she had learnt that she felt change in her heart when she ended a life. It had been different this last time, but she did not know in which way, for dwelling within those memories was a taboo until Dahlia’s dark devil had been slain. Samael was a horrible devil as well, but at the same time he was Inferni’s devil and she trusted her Aquila to put him into good use. She knew exactly how effective his fangs and claws could be if he just felt in the right mood. Passion had been revealed as he had dug further into Charon’s body to find every last bit of drop. Halo had seen his insanity clearly and been frightened. She still was, but she was much more deadly than she had been last time. She had known nothing of what the real world could offer of horrors, but she saw things more clearly now.
Kaena had found rest for tonight, but Halo’s eyes held no drowsiness within them. She realized that she missed her room and the mansion, but even as the older woman slept in her cave, accompanied by this odd and submissive little canine, Halo wanted to guard the woman. It was unnecessary, sure, but Halo was intent on serving her leaders well. Technically she too should be resting now, as there was no way the wolves would be so foolish to attack this rocky area that they did not know in scarce light. No, Halo could find no rest. Samael’s scent was not far away and they were all alone. The young woman had left her belt and her guns in Kaena’s home, but her twin sword rested comfortably on her back. She trailed this horrible scent; her uncle’s stench until its strength spoke of Samael’s current presence. Arm rose and hand found the sword’s handle. A beautiful sound trailed the iced evening air and she felt a delicious warmth spread through her veins as if she had been cold her whole life until now. Oh, Halo knew what she wanted to do with this blade. There were no plans apparent in her head. She just could not deal with this anymore – could not stand to stare into his mocking eyes and know that he knew what they had done. She wanted to see his blood spill out on the limestone covered floor like Charon’s blood once had spilled out on soil and between the cracks of broken pavement.