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3rd Pov:-
"Say goodbye, you little Devil!"
Freed's tongue was inches from Isabella's tear-stained cheek when a terrified gasp echoed from the hallway.
"Ah…!"
Freed paused, his deranged smile faltering for a second. He turned his head toward the entrance.
Asia stood frozen in the doorway. Her beautiful green eyes were wide with pure, unadulterated horror, locked onto the severed arm lying in the pool of blood.
"What...?" Asia's voice trembled, her hands clamping over her mouth.
"Asia?" Freed blinked, his red eyes narrowing in mild surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Asia dragged her gaze away from the gore, finally looking at the white-haired priest. Then, her eyes dropped to the battered, half-naked girl he was currently choking against the floorboards.
"Isabella?!" Asia cried out, taking a frantic step forward. "What are you doing here? Father Freed, what are you doing to her?!"
Isabella couldn't answer. She was desperately clawing at Freed's leather glove, her face turning a sickly shade of purple as she fought for air.
Annoyed by the interruption, Freed casually tossed Isa aside like a discarded ragdoll. She hit the nearby drywall with a sickening thud, slumping to the floor. Isa gasped violently, massaging her bruised throat as oxygen finally rushed back into her burning lungs. Warm liquid trickled down her forehead, blinding her right eye, a deep gash had opened above her brow from the impact.
Through her blurry, blood-stained vision, Isa saw Freed take a step toward her and casually deliver a vicious kick straight to her stomach. She curled into a fetal position, coughing up a spatter of blood, completely paralyzed by the pain.
"Asia, my sweet, naive little sister," Freed said, gesturing lazily toward Isa with his holy sword. "Do you know that this dirty little whore... is a Devil?" He licked his lips, his eyes dancing with manic glee.
Asia froze. The color drained completely from her face. "No... No, it can't be true!" Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks. She looked down at the bruised, bleeding brunette on the floor. "Please, Isabella... tell me it's not true!"
Isa looked up at the nun. Her heart shattered. Through the blood and tears, she managed a weak, trembling whisper. "I'm sorry, Asia... I am a Devil. I... I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want to get you in trouble. Please... forgive me."
Freed threw his head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound that bounced off the walls. "Well, isn't that just adorable! The filthy little Devil is asking for forgiveness!"
His laughter cut off instantly. With a flick of his wrist, Freed drove his blade of holy light straight into Isa's right shoulder.
The holy magic reacted violently with her demonic flesh. It didn't just cut; it burned like acid. Isa threw her head back and let out a blood-curdling scream, her fingers digging frantically into the floorboards as the stench of searing meat filled the room.
"Please! Stop!" Isa begged, her vision going white.
Freed grinned, raising his blade to strike again.
But before he could bring it down, a small figure threw herself between them.
"Please, Father Freed, spare her!" Asia pleaded, holding her arms out to shield the Devil. Tears were streaming down her face. "I know she is a Devil, but please, she hasn't done anything wrong! She's innocent!"
Freed's manic smile vanished. His expression went completely dead.
Smack.
He backhanded Asia across the face with brutal force. The nun cried out, stumbling backward. Freed didn't let her fall. He lunged forward, grabbing her by the front of her habit, and slammed her hard against the wall. He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand, his grip like a vice.
"She is the Devil here," Freed hissed, his red eyes burning with fanatical hatred. "And we are enemies! I will not let a stupid little girl interfere with my playtime."
With a violent tug, Freed ripped the front of Asia's habit open. The thick fabric tore, exposing her collarbone and the lace of her bra.
Freed's anger instantly melted back into that sickening, perverted glee. He giggled, a high-pitched, insane sound. "I must say, my dear. You might not have the sheer volume of the Devil over there, but I certainly don't mind."
His free hand trailed slowly up Asia's stomach, his fingers grazing her skin as they crept upward. Asia squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing in pure terror.
"I do so love seeing the absolute fear in my prey's eyes," Freed whispered, pressing his body against hers.
"Please," Asia sobbed, thrashing weakly against his grip. "Father Freed, you are a holy man! Please, don't do this!"
"My dear," Freed mocked, leaning his face into her neck. "What makes you think I'll stop? You can beg, you can weep... but God has already forsaken you for taking a Devil's side."
Thud.
Freed stumbled forward as something slammed hard into his back.
He let go of Asia, spinning around in irritation. Isabella had forced herself off the bloody floor. Running purely on adrenaline, she had tackled him, shoving him a few feet away from the crying nun.
Freed caught his balance effortlessly. He looked at Isa, who was swaying on her feet, clutching her bleeding shoulder. He just smiled.
"Oh, my. Is the little Devil trying to save the helpless nun?" Freed mockingly wiped a fake tear from his eye. He reached into his coat, pulling out his heavy pistol, and leveled the barrel right between Isa's eyes. "Enjoy the afterlife, you little Devil bitch."
A low, guttural snarl erupted from the shadows.
Before Freed's finger could even twitch on the trigger, a massive blur of black and grey fur launched itself from the darkness.
The spectral wolf hit Freed like a freight train, its massive jaws clamping directly onto his gun hand. Its teeth sank deep into the exorcist's flesh, the sound of tearing muscle echoing in the room.
Freed screamed, his eyes going wide with shock. The pistol clattered uselessly to the floor. The gun discharged as it hit the wood, sending a stray bullet ricocheting into the ceiling.
Isa grabbed Asia, dragging the terrified nun behind the expensive leather couch for cover.
"Get off me, you oversized mutt!" Freed roared. He swung his leg, kicking the wolf squarely in the ribs.
The heavy blow forced the wolf to release its grip. It skidded across the hardwood floor, but instantly recovered, lowering its head and stalking in a slow, predatory circle around the priest.
"Oh, you think you're safe because you called your familiar to do your dirty work?" Freed spat, clutching his bleeding arm. He raised his holy sword. "Guess what? It won't save you!"
Freed lunged at the animal, swinging the glowing blade in a flurry of lethal strikes. The wolf was fast, weaving and dodging under the deadly arcs of light. "Stand still, damn it!" Freed yelled.
The wolf saw an opening and lunged for Freed's leg. But the exorcist anticipated it. He violently twisted his wrist, bringing the blade down in a reverse slash. The holy light grazed the wolf's hind leg.
The beast let out a sharp whimper, collapsing to the floor. It struggled back to its feet, but its back leg was trembling, barely able to support its weight.
Freed laughed, kicking his dropped pistol up from the floor and catching it smoothly in his left hand. He pointed the barrel toward the couch where the girls were hiding.
"Oh, this is just too much!" Freed cackled. "Which one of you summoned this beast?"
"ME!"
The voice boomed from the dark hallway, thick with absolute, unfiltered rage.
Before Freed could even pivot his gun, a dark, hooded figure exploded out of the shadows. Moving with terrifying, inhuman speed, the warrior closed the distance and launched a brutal, mid-air Spartan kick aimed dead center at Freed's chest.
Freed's combat instincts flared. He hastily stepped backward, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the kick, but the sheer kinetic force of the near-miss sent him staggering.
Recovering instantly, Freed snarled. He sidestepped the attacker's follow-up punch, reversing his grip on his light sword. He drove the humming holy blade forward, aiming to impale the hooded figure straight through the heart.
CLANG.
A jagged, ethereal blade of deep blue magicka materialized out of thin air in the attacker's left hand. The [Bound Sword]caught the holy light perfectly, the impact sending a shower of sparks illuminating the dark room.
Freed's eyes widened. He tried to pull his sword back for another strike, but the hooded figure didn't give him the chance.
With his free right hand, the warrior reached out and grabbed Freed's sword arm. His grip was like a steel vise, completely immobilizing the exorcist.
Using the leverage, the warrior stepped in close and violently slammed the heavy pommel of the Bound Sword directly into Freed's face.
The sickening crunch of cartilage echoed loudly. Freed shrieked, blood exploding from his shattered nose. Desperate, Freed wildly thrust his blade forward again, but the attacker simply slipped to the side, letting the blade hit empty air.
Using the pivot, the warrior whipped his leg up in a flawless, devastating roundhouse kick. His heavy boot connected flush with the side of Freed's head.
The exorcist was launched entirely off his feet, flying backward until he crashed violently through the glass dining table, sending shards raining down over the hardwood.
The warrior landed gracefully, letting the Bound Sword dissipate into mist. As he stood up, the momentum of the fight threw the hood of his jacket back, revealing messy hair and a pair of cold, furious eyes.
He looked over his shoulder, his gaze softening as he spotted the two battered girls peering over the edge of the leather couch. He offered them a small, reassuring smile.
"Shiro!" Isabella and Asia gasped in unison.
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