Who Says All Saints Need To Be Good?

Chap 5: Vatium's speech

In an instant, Derek was torn apart, his body slashed into pieces, each motion swift and brutal. The once hopeful and valiant hero now lay lifeless, a victim of the merciless wrath of the Demon King.

In the face of the dire situation, emotions ran high and tensions flared. Cindy's frustration reached its peak as she confronted Aurianna, grasping her collar with a forceful grip.

"How the hell are you out of mana?! Aren't you a Saintess, blessed with the power of the goddess? Stop fooling around, because we are all going to die if you don't!" Cindy's voice reverberated with a mix of fear, anger, and desperation, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

But before Aurianna could offer any explanation, a sudden gust of wind disrupted the tense atmosphere. In an instant, Cindy's head was severed from her body, leaving Aurianna in a state of shock as blood splattered across her face, painting a vivid image of the gruesome reality before her.

Time seemed to stand still as Aurianna processed the horrifying turn of events. Her voice emerged as a trembling whisper, laden with disbelief and sorrow. "This... this wouldn't have happened if you guys didn't rush in like idiots," she uttered, her words a fragile echo in the midst of the fallen heroes and the looming presence of the Demon King.

Vatium, unaffected by the chaos around him, approached Aurianna with deliberate steps. Frozen in fear and shock, she braced herself for the final blow, her eyes tightly shut. But to her surprise, the touch she felt was not that of a lethal strike but a gentle stroke, as Vatium tenderly caressed her white hair.

"Sister, why do you still support mankind?" Vatium's voice resonated with a mix of curiosity and sadness, a glimmer of familiarity shining through his eyes.

Aurianna's mind raced, struggling to comprehend the weight of Vatium's words. She looked at her fair skin, contrasting with his dark complexion, finding it difficult to fathom the possibility of any familial connection. The questions swirled in her head, each one demanding answers. Why would he refer to her as his sister? And why was he not trying to kill her like he had done to the others?

Confusion and fear clouded Aurianna's voice as she mustered the courage to respond. "I... I don't understand what you mean," she stammered, her eyes fixed on Vatium, her heart pounding in her chest. The enigma of their shared existence overwhelmed her, leaving her struggling to make sense of the tangled web of truths and revelations.

Vatium's voice resonated with bitterness, each word dripping with venomous hatred. "How can you not understand, Aurianna? Can't you see the depths of humanity's greed and the horrifying ways in which they treat those who are different?"

Aurianna's eyes widened, her mind grappling with conflicting emotions. The image of the kind-hearted people she had encountered flashed before her, the countless acts of compassion and empathy etched into her memory. She took a step back from Vatium, his hand slipping away from her hair, leaving behind an emptiness she couldn't ignore.

"That's not true!" Aurianna's voice quivered with defiance, even as her own doubts crept in. "There are good people among them... They take care of each other and show kindness," she pleaded, clinging to the belief that humanity had the capacity for compassion.

Vatium's disappointment was palpable as he regarded Aurianna with a mix of sorrow and disbelief. His voice carried the weight of bitter experience. "Haven't you ever taken a closer look, Aurianna? Have you not seen the suffering and enslavement inflicted upon countless races? The atrocities committed in the name of power and control?"