The Fallen

↕ Demonic Misunderstanding ↕ Chapter 12

☢ Chapter Written By StriplessKitten ☢

The raven haired girl was conned, she analyzed her surroundings, she'd lost sighting on the very enemy. With a parry and a slash delivered, Aya had managed to ward off Kofi's numerous wives, she'd then glare over her shoulder at the mighty array of rebels. This was pointless if the main target had fled without notice. Aya called off the rebel's advance, leaving Kofi's wives and civilians nearby badly bruised and beaten. The pale complexion of Aya's skin was reflected a shade lighter in the scorching solar activity skyward's wake. She pinched the bridge of her narrow nose in utmost irritation, sheathing her blade. Mazon was upon the ground, out cold. Haímen quickly dashed to his side, trying her best to heal him as fast as she could. Kharma was gazing around the place, uncomfortable to smell the stench of burning flesh still lingering in the air, especially when it was one of her own kind that had vanquished.

"Oi! This is fucking pointless, call it off, we're heading back to the damn Under-World, hurry up. Retrieve Lez's ashes and we'll give her a proper send off, also extinguish those flames when you have a chance, other innocent lives shouldn't be lost if that blaze gets out of hand."

The rebels simply obeyed Aya's command as she paced around, seeing that Mikah had also vanished, this would cause a sinking feeling within her gut, but he was the least of her worries that shrouded her thoughts, what she needed to focus on is getting home as fast as she could with all of her army. The ebony locks of Aya's hair swirled and swayed in the gusts of wind that blew through the atmosphere, Aya looked upwards to the heavens, her heartbeat still thumping.

"Help me, Father."

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Time-Skip

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The rebels had settled back in the Under-World, Aya and the others apart of the elite squad had maintained their stance inside the old barn, only to be introduced to a new face alongside Mikah's return. The rebel leader, was a very jealous individual indeed, and was quick to resort to threatening the new female that Mikah had retrieved, not to mention she had been one of Kofi's 'wives', or so she claimed. Aya didn't trust anybody right now, especially since Mazon was injured as a result of poor tactics, so she'd place the girl under watch of two rebel guards, nothing too out there concerning men numbers, Aya had plenty. With whatever patience she'd left, Aya attempted to pull Mikah aside, only for him to shoot his wrist backwards in alarm, he offered her an apologetic smile and insisted he'd follow suit without her required assistance. Aya glared, before suspiciously eyeing him up and down, she'd kiss her teeth and exited the barn, slamming the door open as Mikah sheepishly waved everyone off and then closed the door gently behind him.

"Who's she?" Aya was very blunt in speech, and in movement, for she had trapped Mikah against the very door he'd closed prior to Aya's abrupt confrontation, she had him pinned, but she hadn't pressed or touched off of him, just kept her hand next to his head, holding the door closed. Her body inches away from him.

Mikah felt his eyes widen a fraction from Aya's closeness. He gulped down a nervous lump in his throat, awkwardly smiling and trying to calm the aggressive female down before she did something drastic. He needed her to keep her distance, he didn't want the curse to take effect.

"Who is who?" Mikah asked in a quiet tone.

"That harlot you returned with, what's gotten into your head?" Aya seethed, inching closer, her persona giving off a deadly vibe.

"Oh, don't worry, she's harmless. Trust me." Mikah chuckled with a slight waver in his laughter's tone.

"I don't appreciate you bringing filth to my doorstep and expect me to play shelter with them, does it look like a run that sort of organization?!" Aya hissed, only for Mikah to inch away.