"As predicted, Lavanya has arrived." Fyuri turned to Lavanya. Though when the angel tried to attack her, assuming she wasn't paying attention, she just stopped them by placing her hand on their shoulder, not letting them come closer.
"Why are you taming angels?" Fyuri asked, though she already knew the answer.
"I wanted to show how many angels I found, like a collection. Though I am sure this is your first opponent." Lavanya smirked as the thought of being ahead of Fyuri was pleasing.
"Add this too. It's a new kind of angel, still in the test phase." Fyuri threw them toward Lavanya.
Upon Fyuri's instruction, Lavanya masked her expressions into a too-polite one and then raised her hand halfway, her palm facing toward the angel.
"Hey, babe." Her few fingers moved forward and backward in repetition, her way of waving.
The angel, who was about to strike Lavanya, suddenly stopped. A pink heart appeared on their stomach as they stopped beside Lavanya instead of hitting her.
Then Lavanya normalised her expressions.
"What are we going to do with this angel?"
Fyuri stepped forward. "We will hand this angel to Reon."
"Got it. So then I will kill the rest of the angels except the new one." Lavanya turned to the angels, those who saw her as some kind of goddess who is the only one who cares about them and no one does like her.
Lavanya cleared her throat, making her tone polite again.
"I would be happy."
Before Lavanya could finish her sentence, Fyuri had already sliced their heads. The warm blood streamed down from her palms before she shook them in the snow. The blood froze instantly. The angels' heads fell on the snow, turning the white surface into something beautiful for the one who doesn't know the history.
"You were taking too long." Fyuri exhaled through her mouth before turning to Lavanya.
"I need to keep practicing tone changing if I want to keep using my commands." Lavanya glanced at the new angel who was still there standing. "And you ruined it."
"You can practice without opponents." Fyuri began to walk away.
"Ugh, don't be so rude." Lavanya followed her. Lavanya's voice was almost pleading, the person who gets irritated at little things with Bluesy was now acting completely different with Fyuri.
"I wasn't being rude." Fyuri sighed, glancing behind just to see if the new angel was following them. As she saw them following, her gaze drifted to Lavanya.
They kept moving, trying to find more angels. Their feet made their way through the cold snow, like digging a tunnel for themselves. During that whole time, Fyuri's thoughts were being disturbed by Lavanya's attempts to keep the conversation alive. The new kind of angel was just following Lavanya though the angel wasn't even being registered by them.
Then Fyuri and Lavanya encountered a statue of a paw built in the snow. It wasn't covered with snow though, just with the colour of blood as angels had killed the people who were praying there.
"We can't revive them. My domain doesn't allow it, nor Peliorael's and White Spirit's." Lavanya ignored the dead bodies like a child ignores their toys when they have seen them enough times.
"Their lifespan had ended. Reviving them would mean waking up a sleeping soul." Fyuri followed her. The angel stayed behind Lavanya.
"You are repeating White Spirit's philosophy." Lavanya shifted to Fyuri.
"Am I?"
"What do you like about them anyway?" Lavanya glanced at the dead bodies, whose internal organs were poured out of them. There was nothing normal about the slaughter method the angels had used. Even though the sight did make Lavanya uneasy, she still glanced before turning her gaze back to Fyuri.
A pause. Fyuri pretended to think even though she already knew what to say.
"That's how they cling to hope even in their darkest phases and how unpredictable they are sometimes." Fyuri's voice was almost chilling because she liked that about them because they were amusing, not because she admired it. Instead the admiration came after the amusement.
"After this angel-killing act ends, we will hand the new angel to Reon." Fyuri stated. Lavanya nodded in return as they both began to move forward.
Reon, Divine of War, was walking on the road. Cars were honking though he refused to step aside.
"An angel." He said, his gaze darting around to find one.
People were shouting, telling him to get away as they were all unaware of his true identity. They were judging him by his doctor-like dress.
"I lowered the pressure of my presence and people ended up forgetting me." He still didn't dare to move out of the road.
A man was also passing from there, holding his daughter upright on his shoulder. As he observed the situation, he moved toward Reon, who was peacefully walking without disturbing anyone. That man reached him and grabbed Reon's wrist.
As he grabbed Reon's wrist, Reon turned to him, almost irritated.
"Get out of the road." Said the man. His daughter's eyes stared at Reon as he was giving her a mix of safety and fear. Even after he lowered his presence pressure, she was still capable of sensing him slightly not because she was special but because her still mind, the one which was pure, could feel him even though she didn't desire to.
"Leave." Reon commanded. His voice was sharp enough to send a shiver down that man's spine. Horns of vehicles were completely being ignored.
"You heard me, get out of the road, dude. What's wrong with you?" Insisted the man. His tone was friendly, not harsh, even though Reon's gaze was making his hand tremble faintly.
Reon sighed, disappointed at that man's foolishness that's what he thought it was.
The next second that man's head burst. The flesh fell everywhere, even on that girl's face, who was happy before this and now was just staring, confused.
Everyone went quiet. The horns stopped. People swallowed, anticipating that their number would be next. Some prayed to "Fate" for their well-being, suddenly remembering all the good deeds they did, like they would save them if Reon decided to strike. Some wanted to run as their brains filled with every wrong thing they did, like they thought "Fate" had decided to end them. Though only a few ran while others stayed frozen.
That man's body fell, blood pooling from his neck. The child was taken by Reon. Her legs fell on his chest over his shoulder. He gripped both of her hands to make sure she wouldn't fall.
Crimson splatters covered his face.
"Now be a good girl and stay quiet." Reon instructed as he began to move. Though she was not going to speak anyway, she was too stunned.
"Daddy!" She called her father, staring at his dead body. The cars still hadn't moved even an inch. An old man who was walking on a path built aside the road had gotten a heart attack by the sight. People who were near him moved quickly to help him.
"I am your new dad now." Reon voiced casually before taking a right turn.
"New daddy? But mummy?" The child said in confusion.
"We will take her too. I have three options." Reon let go of the child's hands. She instinctively wrapped them around his neck.
"Options? What are they? Are we going to mummy?"
"Yes, we will. And the options are: send you to your daddy, adopt you, or give you to an adoption organisation. I am most likely to choose the first one."
The girl listened attentively, too naive to understand what going to her daddy meant.
"However." Reon continued. "If you behave and stay a good girl..."
A pause.
"I might change my decision."
Then his eyes landed on the dead body of a six-winged angel.
"Seems like another Divine already killed him. The strange thing is there's no military or cops around here."
Then he swung to go somewhere else.
"What's your name, little one?"
"Rosey Eion." She replied, still gripping his neck tightly. Her chin rested on top of Reon's head.
"What's your last wish?"
"Chocolates. A house of chocolates." She said enthusiastically.
A small chuckle escaped through Reon's mouth at her wish.
"Unlike children whom I met, you really have a child-like thinking and that's a good part." His hands moved behind, interlocking.
"I don't exactly remember the location of that chocolate planet. I will confront Fyuri about this."
They started moving toward Rosey's house as she guided him through the road. Whenever a vehicle horn reached her ears, she seemed to cling to him tighter while occasionally glancing behind, expecting her daddy to come. Even though her mind had accepted Reon as her new father, her real father's memories were still chained. The comfort with him was still there — not the father's presence itself but what he provided her.
How much time will a child take to die in space?
"So, this is your house." He said, stopping before the door of the house.
Rosey nodded eagerly. "Ma'am is inside."
He lowered Rosey on the surface.
But as he lifted his foot to enter, a jolt hit him and his spiritual form was sent into his own consciousness. White Spirit was standing steps away from him in that space of consciousness, where random memories were running in frames — all of them Reon's own memories. But Reon and White Spirit ignored the frames.
"Who gave you permission to kill people?" She wasn't asking a question. She was challenging.
"Shut your mouth. I will do as I please." Reon lifted his hand halfway and then moved his wrist up and down, almost like brushing away her words.
"You are being arrogant. Know your place." White Spirit stepped forward. White butterflies released upon her movement.
Reon bristled at her words. "You are the arrogant one here." He lifted his hand, facing the palm toward her. As he did that, the white butterflies who were roaming around White Spirit were destroyed into sparks before disappearing.