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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.
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On any normal night Samael Lykoi was not armed any more than with his fangs and claws. Normally, he killed for his own pleasure on his own capricious whim without any distinct purpose whatsoever, but war had since begun, and with the looming threat of death and chaos he’d taken to carrying around a pair of knives. Dark-wash jeans clothed his narrow hips, supporting his blades and granting him a less than feral appearance that contrasted with his usual bearing. His hair had been cleaned and pulled back—tied with a loose band at the base of his neck. War brought out the best in him, and bloodlust shone in his eyes. But this war was about more than killing wolves and screaming victory. This war was about revenge, and avenging his mother’s tarnished honor and torn soul.
She’d been harmed and wronged, and Samael would see to it that Haku Soul died at his own hands in the most prolonged, painful way imaginable. He stayed around his mother in the shadows, watching her and ensuring no harm would again befall her. Others did the same, but Samael was far more loyal and devoted than any of these mongrel bastards. None were like Samael, and none adored Kaena as he did, so he stayed in the shadows, watching her like a guardian demon when not performing his rounds of the borders. She had requested this of him before he’d ever heard of her attack, and he would not fail her now. No wolf would slip past the borders on his watch.
He would castrate and disembowel them without a passed word or questioning tone. Blood-red eyes gleaming in the darkness, he saw Halo as she wordless tracked him, intent on punishment for his actions. Standing tall, one hand resting on his beltline, Samael turned toward her—vision lingering only briefly on the unsheathed, deadly weapon in her hands. Would she have the guts to strike him down now where he stood before her, or would she again show herself a coward? Fangs bared in a serpentine grin, exposing snow-white teeth that flashed in the dim light. “Do you honestly think you have the audacity, or will you again show your true nature?” he asked coolly into the night, almost willing her to raise her sword and thrust it into his flesh.
He longed for the continuation of beauty, not fools and cowards, and to see the young woman lunge at him with rage and force, clawing out his eyes and tearing out his soul in revenge for his actions, he would be pleased. A weak woman would pretend to forget his violation, falling prey to silent demons that slowly devoured her and never acting on the pure, terrible emotions welling up within them.
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When met again with his crazed eyes coloured with crimson, she felt the well known turmoil of upset stomach acid churn in her abdomen. A light quiver ran through her as her hackles rose and fluffed up her elegant figure some, but the girl’s true fear was banished from her body right now. She needed strength and determination. She had realized now that it was in her right to separate this man from life. He was not an inch better than her half-brother and if Gabriel could go to war because of his mother then Halo had certain rights too in how to deal with her troubles. She had felt her soul wither when she had seen the form next to Gabriel de le Poer; so close to the circle of the family she cared most about and adored. It was not fair, but she would no longer have to deal with her cowardice and split inner voice any more soon. She found him different and less feral, but the eyes were always the same with the call for blood always present. Disgust and hurt roared within her chest, but her face was smooth like untouched water; not a ripple of her inner turmoil was revealed for him to snicker and gloat. This great calm – that was really nothing but an illusion and perhaps only part shock that she was intending to go ahead and slay one of Kaena’s most loved children – was all that kept her in her place when nothing else was where it was supposed to be. Samael had injured her far worse than anyone ever could and he did not even see this. Or perhaps he did not care despite feeling such rage to know that the same thing had been done to his mother by another male. A Hypocrite and a bastard was all her uncle was.
His disgusting grin and cruel words made her copper coated ears twitch and fall back against silky locks of dark hair painted black in the scarce light. He wanted to mock her, but Halo was not the same little girl as she had been back that day. Perhaps she would have been had it not been for his actions, but that was not a plus at all. While she was improving in her position as Gabriel’s Hydra, there was still so much wrong in her life that she could not believe that she would be able to go on much longer. Halo’s half sister had died because of Samael’s doings and several more would. He had destroyed his world and he was smiling at her well knowingly about this. What happened to the purity of the Lykois? He had made her believe they were special, but such special treatment that had been granted to her was not of the kind she would let others go through. No one deserved that. The hand holding the sword slowly moved backwards as she took a step closer and attempted to get a better look at the bastard that had ruined everything. The male wolf had not deserved to die, though she had too leaped after an innocent loner not too long ago and cut deep into flesh that would not be able to forget the action after healed. He would carry scars on his body just like Halo carried them in her soul. She was too young though to be ruined for life and her anger was great because she feared that this was what she was; forever ruined and unable to go on with a life worth living.
Lips slowly twisted to reveal brilliantly white fangs at her larger uncle. He knew nothing of her true nature. He only saw what he wished to see and what he saw were twisted images and a truth altered by his brain. He thought he was born with a purpose in life and he thought he had wings. He thought he was special, but he was not. Halo would not cry. She loathed him for being Kaena Lykoi’s child when he obviously did not deserve it. He should not be allowed to be part of the family when he so easily could destroy members of it without a second thought. It was obvious that he held no regrets in life and he dared to smile at her and think back to his past actions without seeing the crime shine out in it. Halo did and she could never let it go. She had asked Kaena whether or not such things ever healed. The older female had answered and said that she believed it did. Time could heal every wound. This was incorrect and right now Halo thought the hurt was worse than ever and she would never be able to put this behind her – at least not until she had punished the puny bastard that had thought it was in his right to do such a horrible thing to a girl that until then had adored him. It had been her fault for failing to see the monster’s true face. She had been clueless and thought reality would be just like her vivid dreams where she was a warrior Lykoi. Half of her goals in life had been false and the other half had been destroyed by the man that had taken her innocence.
Ruby eyes gleamed darkly for a final moment now. She had nothing she wanted to say to the adult male in front of her, and so her exposed fangs were suddenly hidden away by the sweetest of smiles. The edge of the blade had pointed down towards the ground away from him until this moment, and now it danced into fluid motion in an elegant curve at the man. It danced upwards and to the left and she hoped to see a long line of red. The girl was no longer a clumsy beginner waving aimlessly with a sword. There was fluidness and control in her movement, and as the blade would reach Samael’s shoulder height it would instantly be withdrawn only to lash out again in an answering move to whatever Samael would come up with.
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