Never have I ever wiped a tear away so fast. Not even when I realized my Sijna died. That was by far the only, one and only, grievous moment in my entire life. As a prisoner for Celestials, I could feel, but not or hear things happening on Earth. I couldn't feel my home, Hell, however. Strange?
I shook my head, retrieving.
"Drop the lore now or taste my sword in your mouth." I threatened, projecting anger on the lame womanizer.
"Well, I'm not into guys but if it's you...I'll taste the sword."
See what I mean?
"Okay. I won't edge you guys anymore." Cyrus cleared his throat.
"I was born in the brick village. And yes, my father was an predecessor of a troll." My brows quirked up. So he is born human...and partly, a troll. No wonder his body could withstand any kind of pressure or heat. He's literally a rock.
"Brick village was infested with this...this virus. It engulfed all life, left behind their bodies. Their souls buried beneath facade of...Shifters." Unlike any sad story these days, his story unraveled the same.
"My mother Shifted when I was eight. My dad couldn't take it. He drank rat poison that didn't kill him. My mom did. And do mind when I say this, because no one, absolutely no one else could have loved that man more than my mother. They were inseparable." He said.
"I'm...sorry." Akira—once excited about Cyrus's past felt bad. I did too. But i was born with this unshakable confidence that my dad could NEVER be defeated. He was the Fallen Angel himself.
"We tried calling for help. None of the regime members showed up. Until...it was too late." Late...?
"I was the only survivor of the Brick village. Everyone else? Shifters. I could recognise which Shifter I've slain with my sword." He chuckled bitterly. "I could've killed many of my own relatives throughout my life."
"Mr. Cyrus..." Gena's empathetic hand hovered over Cyrus's thigh. My gaze fixed on it.
"I'm sorry this happened to you. I really am. But you're a hero to this world. Your tales have gone far and wide. People worship you." She said.
"Yeah, yeah. I mean...they should worship me. Shouldn't they?"
Wait. What? Aren't we in a humble, melancholic mood?
I'm sure Akira noticed too–his brows furrowed. Silence covered the little space beside the hot spring like mist. And then, Cyrus's laughter echoed throughout the hollow hills and valleys of Hayabusa.
"BWAHAHAHA! YOU GUYS ACTUALLY BELIEVED THAT SHIT!?"
Wow.
"But she kissed you!" Akira defended me, standing up in disbelief! Cyrus stretched arms behind his head. I never wanted to smash his head to peices more than I did right now!
"You really think I'd give a real story for a fake kiss? Real stories deserve real kisses, sweetheart."
OH MY DEVIL!!!
"I can't believe I fell for that trick. I should've known!" My balled up fists wanted to swing at him so bad!
"Don't do it, Roxy. You know I'd enjoy any contact with you." Cyrus winked!
"Ah...it's such a sight seeing you blush, Roxy. Especially after knowing how problematic you can be." Akira said gently, making my eyebrow rise into the clouds.
"Well, I need a topic change. Akira—any plans finding your family here? I'd help." I volunteered.
"Shouldn't we be guarding the village from Shifters?" Gena iterated after me.
"Shifter this, Shifter that...we've already slain enough for a thick resume! Let's do what pur beautiful princess says." Cyrus leaned closer, his breath fanning over my neck!
My fingers spread eagle, and I pushed his face away...Then...he licked my palm!
DISGUSTING!
Lust would've loved this dude's company in taunting me 24/7.
The soak in the hot spring didn't go very well, but I did feel refreshed. I was reborn, smiling a little more as I walked behind all of them.
"This should be it..." Akira lifted his head, the leather map in his hand guided him here. It was the smallest huts of the village. Barely holding. Barely thatched. The door looked as though a single, humble knock could crumble it down.
"Anyone home...?" Akira asked, peeking through the windows.
A very, very ripe old human walked on his cane. Only his delicate touch could have opened the door. Years of practice, I guess.
"Welcome...welcome..." he said. He sat us down...on the floor. It was dusty, reasonably. I didn't complain, though. He was a cute old man with just a little bald spot on his head. But the little artefact hanging by the east wall caught my attention. It was the geographical west, but he hung the angel's portrait at his house's east. Which means...
"We are the regime scouts, Shifter Hunters." Gena introduced us, "His name is Cyrus, She is Roxy, He is Akira and I am Gena."
Gena does well with intros, doesn't she?
"Could you please tell us about the hunters and their accomplishments in killing these things here, sir?"
"Oh...those devil sent creatures..."
It caught my attention, again. What did he just say...?
"May he'll take all these creatures who killed my family, left me all alone like...this." My brows furrowed. I breathed deeply.
"My grandfather...he was said to be a scout. One of the elite...hunters." He took a gap, but I was still fuming at what he said previously.
Gena watched Akira's expression.
Cyrus went quiet after looking at mine.