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"Gross," I muttered, wrinkling my nose. "Who summons a Devil and doesn't even clean up their spilled drinks..."
I crouched down, wiping my hand against my wet sock to see what I had stepped in. It was warm. I held my fingers up to the faint moonlight filtering through the dining room window.
Dark, sticky crimson coated my fingertips.
"Is this... blood?" I whispered, my heart slamming against my ribs.
I looked back down at the floor. It wasn't just a puddle. A massive drag mark of blood smeared across the hardwood, trailing around the corner of the dining table. My eyes followed the trail, adjusting to the dark.
Lying in the center of the crimson pool was a severed human arm.
The breath hitched in my throat. My stomach violently churned, a wave of pure, paralyzing nausea hitting me so hard I thought I was going to throw up right there on the floor. I stumbled backward, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Punish the wicked..."
A voice echoed from the darkest corner of the room. I froze, my blood running cold.
"Yes... wise words to live by. Very good words to heed from a holy man!"
A figure stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing a long white trench coat. He had shaggy, unkempt white hair and piercing, manic red eyes that glowed in the dark. A wide, psychotic grin stretched across his face, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a rabid dog.
"Well, well, well," the man purred. He tilted his head, his red eyes slowly scanning me up and down. The grin practically split his face in half. "What do we have here? A filthy little Devil!"
I couldn't breathe. I pointed a shaking finger at the severed arm on the floor. "Are... are you the reason for this?"
"Why, yes. Yes I am, little girl," he chuckled, taking a slow, deliberate step toward me. "My name is Freed Sellzen! I work with a fun little group that deals with Devils. Maybe you've heard of us? We're called Exorcists. And the man who lived in this house? He summoned a demon. He proved he was a sinner, so I delivered his salvation."
I scrambled backward, but he kept walking toward me, his movements fluid and relaxed.
"I do love it when my prey comes straight to me!" Freed laughed.
He reached into his coat. In a blur of motion, he pulled out a heavily customized pistol in his left hand, and a hilt in his right. A blinding, crackling blade of pure white light erupted from the hilt, illuminating the blood-soaked room.
"Now," Freed sneered, his red eyes wide and unhinged. "I think it's time I deal with you, you little Devil slut!"
He lunged.
He swung the light sword in a brutal, decapitating arc. Pure survival instinct kicked in. I threw my left arm up, squeezing my eyes shut. A pulse of crimson energy flared, and my Sacred Gear, the Boosted Gear, materialized over my arm with a heavy metallic clash.
The light sword slammed against the red gauntlet, throwing sparks across the room. I cried out from the sheer kinetic force, but the armor held.
"Oh? A Sacred Gear!" Freed cackled, swinging again and again.
I managed to deflect the next two strikes, my demonic strength allowing me to just barely keep up with the weight of his blows. For a split second, I actually thought I could defend myself.
Then, he raised his left hand.
BANG.
The gunshot was deafening in the enclosed room. A white-hot agony tore through my right thigh.
I screamed, my leg completely giving out from under me. I collapsed onto the hardwood floor, clutching my bleeding leg as tears flooded my eyes. I tried to drag myself backward, crawling frantically toward the hallway, crying out for Rias, for Shiro, for anybody.
Freed casually stepped over to me. He swung the light sword downward, grazing my shoulder before dragging the burning blade across the side of my back.
The pain was unimaginable. The holy energy seared my Devil flesh like acid. I screamed again, my vision completely whiting out from the agony as I collapsed flat against the floor.
"I must say, this is incredibly disappointing," Freed sighed, resting the glowing blade against his shoulder. "I wanted to fight a real Devil. But you? You're just a bad joke."
He pointed the gun down.
BANG.
A second bullet ripped through my left leg. I shrieked, my throat going raw, my fingers digging desperately into the bloody floorboards.
Freed chuckled, a dark, amused sound. He crouched down beside me, grabbing the collar of my school uniform. With one violent jerk, he ripped my shirt open, popping the buttons and exposing my bare chest to the cold air.
He licked his lips, his red eyes filled with sickening malice.
"I love playing with my prey before I end their miserable existence," Freed whispered.
He shoved his pistol into its holster and grabbed me by the throat with his free hand, lifting my head off the ground and squeezing hard to cut off my air. His other hand groped roughly at my exposed chest, a violating, terrifying touch that made me sob helplessly. He leaned his face in close to mine, his foul breath washing over my skin.
"Say goodbye, you little Devil." He stuck his long tongue out, preparing to lick the tears right off my cheek.
"Stop!"
A horrified scream pierced the air from the hallway behind us.
Freed froze, his tongue retreating as he snapped his head around, annoyed by the interruption. I weakly turned my head, my vision blurry from the tears and the pain.
Standing in the doorway, clutching her hands to her mouth in absolute terror, was a girl with long, beautiful blonde hair.
Asia.
I closed my eyes, my heart breaking. No... please... not her...
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