Violet eyes flickered across the dining hall, steady and alluring as it took everything in and left out nothing. The whispering voices surrounding her did nothing to put her off track, sharp eyes scanning the extravagant hall.

Scraps of meat were pushed aside on the plate sitting in front of her, her fork clicking with the polished surface of the spoon as it fell from her grip. Her mind was racing, her blood seeming to rush through her body to the point where she felt the slight dizzy that was left over after having too many drinks.

Suddenly, too quick for even the quickest of minds to process, a pair of cold, blue eyes met her violet ones, the light inside of them sparkling as it met her gaze.

Venix was too frozen to move, knowing very well that her legs were capable of running her across the desert and back without dying of numbness if she wanted to. She knew that every single bone in her body, every single muscle that twitched within her body was capable of moving on their own will.

And yet when her eyes still held the strong gaze of Lucien's, it seemed as if she was incapable of moving, every white noise, every blurry image that flickered in her peripheral vision, seeming to all just disappear.

There was something too intriguing about him that kept her in place, something so challenging burning in those icy eyes of his that fought her back, that she had no choice but to hold it for as long as she could.

Until she could figure out what he hid in those eyes of his.

With a bat of his eyes, Lucien finally broke off their intense gaze, his fingers curling around his long cloak as Rheynoak neared him, his tall figure standing next to his right-hand man.

A snarl emanated deep within her throat, a tingling sensation crawling up her neck as she watched the two, the dark deceitfulness in Rheynoak's smile as he whispered inaudible things in his friend's ear.

His fellow companion, who had returned from his journey after seven days at sea and two and a half days of walking, nodded and clasped his hands in front of him.

Lucien's expression never changed, calm and at bay, as he nodded very little at the tribe leader's words, his lips pulled into an ever thin line even as the tribe leader pulled away.

His jaw was locked in place, long strands of white hair grazing past the glorious structure that was his face, a strand brushing past a strong cheekbone. His hands were clasped together in a professionally aggravated manner, his pale skin seeming to flush in a rather scarlet hue.

"Excuse me, Venix?" A voice sounding of spring's birds and a soft breeze pulled the BloodBone Witch out of her private thoughts, her eyes rising to meet a short figure.

The girl presenting themselves in front of her was shorter than Venix. Her eyes were a dusty grey and her complexion was deeply tanned and her fresh face was gently carved with pronounced cheekbones. She stood there, shuffling her feet, her hands running through her cropped midnight blue hair to push the curls away. 

Something stirred within her stomach, her muscles tying into thick knots as she eyed the girl very carefully. Her legs were crossed nonchalantly over one another, long fingers curled around the rim of a tray.

"May I help you with something?" Venix asked in a rather strict voice, her nails tapping impatiently on the polished wooden table. The girl seemed rather zoned out, her large eyes springing back to life when the BloodBone spoke to her.

Clearing her throat, she nodded and with a shy smile uttered so gently, "Is it okay if I sit next to you for today? My usual table is full and there was nowhere else I could sit."

Violet eyes narrowed as the Witch herself examined the large dining hall, her vision trailing after everybody at every table, laughing and smiling as if the world was not one descending hell.

Upon that realization, it had also dawned on her that she was sitting alone at her table, the seat across from her empty and cold since Onyx had left for her mission. No one had dared to even utter a word to her or make the slightest move of eye contact since Onyx left.

Onyx. Curses, Onyx.

"It's an open seat is it not?" the Witch simply replied, laying a hand on her stomach to suppress the unpleasant feeling that stirred up in her guts.

The girl nodded, making no eye contact with the Witch as she shuffled her way over to the empty table across from her. The legs of the chair scraped the floors as she pushed it back, settling herself into the chair and placing her tray on the table. "Sorry for disturbing you."

"There was nothing to disturb me from really" Venix simply replied, staring at the meal presented in front of her on her plate, the insides of her body growling with protest from just looking at it.

Clearing her throat, she gently pushed aside the table until it was far enough from her, deciding to gnaw on a few leftover pieces of meat she found rather delectable.

Her violet eyes raised to scan her scenery past the girl that was sitting in front of her. The dining hall was nearly full and others were coming in, the squeaky sound of the door opening tingling the hairs on the back of her neck.

Rheynoak had disappeared, leaving Lucien to walk around, his tall figure stalking around in sheer elegance, his voice carrying on pleasant conversations as he passed by the others.

Something about him, about Lucien, stirred a conjuring feeling in Venix's gut, her nails tapping rapidly at the speed of light just thinking about it. It wasn't just because of his beautifully carved face and the way his eyes looked over everything with wiseness and grace.

The aura surrounding him, so dark and mysterious, had her intrigued. Even captured to the point where she couldn't stop staring at the Hell Siphon no matter how hard she tried.

"Lucien is quite dreamy." That spring-like voice unraveled Venix's train of thoughts, her eyes drifting back to the girl sitting in front of her who admired the Hell Siphon from afar, a light burning in her gray eyes.

A snort came from the BloodBone's lips, a smile spreading on her lips as she stared at the girl. "About as dreamy as a lizard" she snarled back, even as she watched the Hell Siphon make his way towards them.

The girl in front of her frowned, her eyes narrowing into deadly slits as Lucien stopped in front of their table, his black cloak drifting to the toes of his black boots.

"Ladies" he greeted in a deep tone, his wide blue eyes skimming over the Witch and the girl sitting in front of him. "How are you doing Irisel?" he asked, turning his body away from the Witch.

A giggle came from Irisel's lips, her short hair grazing past her eyebrows even as she curled her fingers together in a tight knot. "Rather well and you Lucien?" she asked in a shy voice, her darkly tanned hand resting on the table.

"Not too bad myself" Lucien replied, his lips tilting into a warm smile. A spark of annoyance and disbelief sparked through Venix's body, watching him with carefully suspicious and angry eyes as he continued to ignore her, his back facing her.

Finally, when that breaking point in her soul was filled to the maximum point and she could not take it any longer, she curled her fingers into the table with pressure, preparing to open her mouth and insult him when he turned around to face her.

The sudden gesture caught her off balance, her lips slipping close as those crystal eyes of his met hers and managed to make her speechlessly lost without uttering a single word.

Her muscles were still tense even as he gently uttered her name, "Venix." Her muscles were tied into crippling knots, her whole body crying from the pain. His words materialized in her head, cutting through her body like invisible knives.

"Lucien" she hissed back, a frown tugging her lips even as she crossed her arms over her chest. Irisel's gray eyes grazed over the two, her brows raised in questioning even as the Hell Siphon attempted to smile at the BloodBone.

"How are you doing?" he asked, shuffling awkwardly in the place he was standing in. Another fire sparked within Venix, even if his words were interlaced with the slightest hint of worry.

"Why would you care for my well being?" she asked back in an icy tone, her eyes raised in questioning. A strand of hair fell over her eyes, the material of her cloak grazing past the table.

Immediately, the BloodBone Witch could see the change of his demeanor, his once friendly eyes seeming to turn into a dark color, emotions flickering past his eyes at a rapid pace, so hard to decipher what he was feeling.

Venix's violet eyes could see the way his veins protruded from his neck, thin and blue as sweat dripped down from his tied hair, kissing the slope of his skin lightly before disappearing underneath the material his shirt.

With a gritty voice and darkening eyes, he took a step closer to her and took hold of her wrist, his cold fingers grazing past her skin as he held her in a deadly grip.

The alertness of his touch on her skin completely brought her back to life, her senses heightening to the point where she could concentrate only on that one area he kept holding. Sparks of anger flooded through her body, signaling her defense to kick in.

"You don't want to walk out of here with only two fingers and a stub as a leg do you?" she asked, raising her arched eyebrows to challenge, dare him to answer her question.

A flicker of hesitation revealed in his eyes, just a slight spark in his eyes. His gaze lingered on her face for too long, ice-blue eyes taking in every curve of her face, every delicate structure on her face.

His gaze never once grazed over her body, only looking at her face. His body turned around, his eyes meeting that of Irisel who was silently taking in the scene, her lips pressed into a thin line as she concentrated on the tiny bits of food on her plate.

Silence sizzled between the two Siphons for too long, his touch grazing her skin before his icy blue stare met the smoky, violet eyes of Venix, his shoulders shrugging underneath his cloak. "I'll take my chances" he spoke to her in a deep voice, his strength overpowering hers for a good minute as he managed to pull her out of her seat.

Venix's leg nearly hit the metal leg of the table, the velvet material of her cloak grazing past her legs. Her heart nearly jumped to her throat, a suffocating feeling wrapping around her body even as she came face to face with Lucien. Warm, minty breath grazed past her neck, his mouth close to the curve of her ear.

"Come with me" Lucien whispered to her in a soft tone, his other hand grazing past the length of her arm, his fingers cold compared to the growing temperature of her skin.

Every fiber within her body screamed no, her foot planted to the ground as a protest not to move. She refused to even let herself stoop down to the way he tried to figure her out. The complexity in his eyes every time he scanned her features, the way he touched her to show effort.

It was too much for her to bear.

But something within her told her to follow him, to see what he had to offer and what he had to say. To seek and take the opportunity to find his weaknesses and secrets. He was a character too complex for the desert, more complex than her. But she would take her chances.

Letting her body relax, Venix allowed him to drag her over to the back of the room, the sound of their shoes clicking against the floors following them. Curious eyes followed the two figures, whispers of crafted gossip traveling around the room as they disappeared around a corner, practically suspended in the darkness.

The jagged material of the wall met the BloodBones's back, tiny stones cutting into the material of her cloak. Her wrist was free from Lucien's hard hold on them, her palms pressed flatly against the wall.

He stood in front of her in his tall structure, the tiny space between them not enough for her. His arms were crossed over his chest, eyes still tracing the delicate curves of her face.

"Onyx instructed me to look after you" he whispered to her in the darkness, his breath hitting her face like a cloud. The material of his cloak brushed past her leg, one foot propped against the wall.

"The lies you tell make me laugh. Too entertaining" Venix responded, mocking him with the slightly deeper tone of his voice. "I don't need your presence around me to make me safe. Nothing is safe around here."

A silence was shared between the two, the gap between them begging to either disappear or expand. The darkness did not hide enough, the Witch still managing to see the first nudge of a smile on his lips.

Fingers reached out and pushed her cloak aside, dancing on the dry skin of her arm as Lucien gently stroked her arm, smooth and gentle movements running down her skin. "I wouldn't be telling you if it was a lie, Venix" he whispered to her, taking another step closer to her, the gap so close to disappearing.

Venix could feel another knot tying in her stomach, her breath hitched in her throat as she took in his words. In a twisted way, he did have a point. Lucien was quiet, a bit too quiet for his good and only spoke when things didn't look as innocent as they seemed. The complexity within his eyes managed to decipher innocent from tainted, a cursed gift he was born with.

"What do you want Lucien?" the Witch asked in an impatient tone, never feeling so confined in her life. Her palms were sweaty, wiping against the jagged exterior of the wall.

"Do you still have that book I gave you? The book from the Kingdom of Aysein Onyx originally had?" he asked in a hushed tone, his fingers still lingering upon her skin.

Waves crashed through her veins, sending a slab of slippery feelings to tickle her entire body. Emotions rushed through her veins, anger stirring up the few moments Lucien had insulted her. The powerful words he had used to pin her down and wear her out.

Shrugging her arm away from his touch, her eyes holding his in a deadly stare, she spat in an annoyed tone, "What business do you have with the book? It's in my possession now" she reminded him.

"Something is going on around here. Something wicked" Lucien whispered to her, his fingers trailing her arm once more, this time more gentle, more insecure. "Rheynoak is hiding something and the whole mission for this one girl seems to have a deeper depth to it." Cautiously, he took another step closer to the BlooBone, making sure to watch the way she reacted.

A river of shivers ran up his spine, cold and unwelcoming as he held her cold gaze with those violet eyes of hers. Eyes that seemed to stare into a person's soul until there was nothing left of it anymore. "Tell me you're not suspicious that there is another Mind Siphon besides Onyx that exists. Or that Onyx was supposedly the last Mind Siphon alive before we heard about this girl. We both know their race died a long time ago. They shouldn't be existing if every single Mind Siphon was wiped out during the dark ages."

His knowledge was intact, every single word he spoke ringing a bit of truth to it, which honestly sent a reel of fear coursing through her body after the anger had drowned out in her system.

He was right and she hated him for being so right.

The voices from the dining hall rose higher, their pitched voices carrying out to their little dark corner as if to warn them of incoming danger. Taking a deep breath, her back aching from standing so long, Venix whispered, "What kind of information would that specific book from that kingdom reveal that we wouldn't know? The book is practically a thousand years old."

"Yes that is true" Lucien whispered to her in a breathy tone, taking another step closer. The tiny space between them shrunk, his fingers trailing down to her own, dancing on the delicate skin of her knuckles. "But a thousand years is a lot of history. And with history comes a thousand years of secrets we wouldn't know."

His lips parted, his breath was so close to her mouth. The beauty in his eyes, the complexity buried deep within them didn't falter, instead rose to mountains far away in his blue eyes the more Venix held his gaze. The darkness was more suffocating, his fingers curling around hers and his mouth nearing her ear.

Just when he was about to whisper more secrets to her ear, the piercing sound of Rheynoak's voice instructing his followers in the dining hall met her ears, her figure shying away from Lucien as the tribe leader began to speak in a fast and foreign tongue.

A breath released from Lucien's lips, his lips parting away from her ear. He stepped back, just far enough to meet her lingering gaze once more, the red hot anger and fire glazing her violet stare so clear to him yet so foggy. His blue eyes rolled down her curvy yet slim figure, seeing the way her chest heaved against the material of her chest.

"Meet me in the library during any day of the week at midnight. I'll be waiting for you" he whispered gently to her, his fingers still lingering on hers even as she struggled to let go. "And bring the book."

He stepped back, finally letting go of her fingers that he held lightly. His eyes held her gaze for too long, little shivers running up his arm as he stepped back from her, violet eyes following his every move.

Rheynoak's voice rose louder, echoes bouncing off the brick walls as he spoke in an authoritative voice, screaming foreign words Venix couldn't make out.

"Stay safe" Lucien whispered, nodding his head at her one more time before he turned around and walked away, his cloak billowing behind him.

Venix let herself sink to the floor, her palms planted firmly on the ground as she whispered to his retreating silhouette, "Stay alive."

"And stay out!"

The hoarse voice was followed by an arm peeking out from behind the building, throwing something too fast for the eye to catch. The wind howled, filthy water splashing on the floor.

Footsteps retreated to their original place, leaving a tired and distraught Onyx lying on the nasty grounds of the abandoned part of the fruit market.

Her arms ached from too many bruises and scars, the Ruge on her arm remaining there even after nine days of ruthless pain and reject the citizens of Serius had inflicted on her.

Within her first few days, she has been attacked by several animals as she wove her way through the tall forests, has gotten bread thrown at her, received a bite from a vicious wolf that had escaped from the nearby pound, her arm scarred from her elbow to her shoulder due to too many SilverClaws, Mangrus, and IronNails sinking their precious claws and teeth into her skin, and has had her whole body thrown against too many hard surfaces until her bones cracked under pressure.

Hell seemed like a fine paradise compared to the cheap and dirty welcoming the Kingdom of Serius had oh-so-kindly welcomed her with open arms.

Hissing in pain, Onyx sighed to herself and pressed her palms against the floor, her feet still unsteady even as she braced onto a nearby metal pole by her feet. Her grunts of unbearable pain filled the empty alley she was thrown into as she forced herself up, the tip of her sharpened sword cutting into her pants.

Emerald hue water glistened from her torn clothes, her hair disheveled and her fingers blistering red as she was finally able to regain full feeling in her legs. A hiss tore from her throat once again when she took a step, feeling a sharp twig in her leg.

Whoever this Alesandria girl was, Onyx simply cursed her to hell for putting her through an excruciating mission.

And she couldn't even find this damn girl. If she even existed.

Villagers, speculators, and gossipers had whispered many things in her ear about Alesandria Erovex, the girl with a rare weapon of destruction. Every single word she had heard was either little-fabricated pieces of lies that would reveal themselves or clues that led her to a dead end.

She had followed every single word, every single piece of advice given to her and she still couldn't find this supposed Mind Siphon. Up and down alleys she went, threatening and forcing information out of people's' mouth. Onyx even went as far using her powers, letting herself slip through their minds and pass the mental walls they built to retrieve more information.

But even those proved to be useless.

Regret bubbled up in her mind, her thoughts wandering to the possibility of Rheynoak sending her on a wild goose chase just to get rid of her. It seemed to make perfect sense for a split second, seeing as he has done that many times.

"Oh, sweetheart, you think of me too kindly."

A voice mocking and low whispering into her thoughts, connected by a string that was deemed unbreakable until the Ruges disappeared from her arm. The Mind Siphon snarled at the sound of the tribe leader's voice, fingers sinking into her skin.

"Get out of my head Rheynoak. Before I travel back and slaughter you myself."

Another mocking laugh sounded through her mind before a voice spoke.

"I'll take my chances with that sweetheart. Catch me if you can."

The message traveled down the bond that Rheynoak and Onyx shared, sinking into the deepest depths of her thoughts even as she tried to shove him out of her mind and out of her head.

"Oh, what do we have here?"

A growl emanated from Onyx's mouth, a reeling pain tightening at the back of her head as she felt the power of the tribe leader wove his way through her mind, down a spiraling black hole until he reached the untouched part of her sanity.

A collection of her darkest secrets.

"On one cold winter night, just past the glorious dunes of the Rovien Sea..."

A scream spilled from the Mind Siphon's lips, her fingers weaving their way through her strands of hair, desperately trying to get Rheynoak out of her mind. Literally.

The pain her body felt as he dug deeper into her mind was unbearable, numbness seeming to rattle her body to the point where her bones felt like nothing but air.

"Get out!"

With that, Onyx snapped her eyes shut and pushed him out of her mind, letting her sanity be filled with images too gruesome for one's eyes to bear and the tiny shivers of a psychotic killer run through her body.

The whispers immediately stopped.

Up above, the sky was a dark purple, littered with tiny stars as the moon shined down its elegant light of beauty onto the cobblestone path. Nobody was around, only her footsteps as she walked down the crooked pathway.

Golden eyes narrowed into alerted slits, her senses thriving to life as she sought shelter for the night. The silent sighs of the cold air brushed past her exposed arm, little wisps of hair falling in front of her glowing eyes.

A path between two abandoned homes exposed themselves to the Mind Siphon, little shreds of clothing hanging off tattered lines that were held together by clips and barrels of spoiled food littering the ground.

A small pebble rolled its way into the dark abyss the two paths held, disappearing into the shadows of the night. Careful yet sly, Onyx let herself slip into the shadows of the alley, letting her eyes scan her surroundings.

The place was rather filthy and poorly taken care of, nothing screaming sanitary to her. Her nose scrunched up even as she took a whiff of the air, the foul stench drowning into her nose and nearly suffocating her.

No, she couldn't stay here.

But perhaps the roof of the old houses several blocks down would make a good shelter for the night even though the sky showed the first dreary signs of a long rainfall.

Letting herself slip out of the unwelcoming shadows, Onyx was about to venture into the cold night when the slightest sound of a whimper came from nearby, weak and faltering.

She stopped in her tracks, plastering her body against the curve of the wall, hiding in between the small corner and a stacked pile of wooden barrels.

The sound came again, weaker than before. "Please, stop. Please, I beg of you." The sound of a female pleaded desperately, the outline of a woman's shadow coming into clear view. Onyx held her breath, her lungs burning for air even as her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

Her hand moved to the head of her sword, nails curling around the delicate gold details that decorated her prized possession, gold eyes flickering between the darkness and the outline of the woman.

Suddenly, a figure was flung to the next wall, a hand colliding with the rough edge of a pile of stacked barrels. The barrels seem to sway in the air, a creaking sound crackling through the night.

A man's figure appeared next to the fallen woman's figure, rough and rugged exterior with his filthy pants and shredded shirt. His full-grown beard and dark hair were damp with sweat and water, calloused hands reaching down and gripping the wrist of the woman.

"Please, I beg of you. I will give you money if that is what you need. I will give it to you" the woman's voice whispered once again, soft audible sobs following. "It is not your money but your body I crave so desperately sweet princess" the man whispered as he lowered himself onto his knees, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear before using the back of his hand to viciously slap her.

The woman's cries for help filled the air, a pale hand reaching up to nurse a swollen, red cheek as hot tears fell down her face in endless streams. Onyx could feel her whole body tense up, her breaths coming out in rushed pace as she watched the man climb on top of the pleading, his strong hands choking around her throat as he raised her head.

The Mind Siphon could see the girl, pale with long dark hair and red cheeks, blood dripping down her face. She seemed around the same age as Onyx, sixteen or seventeen with fear blazing in her green eyes peppered with gray skies and mountains. A hand held the fingers of the man, trying to pry off his grip from her neck.

"You like the feeling of my hands slowly squeezing the life out of you, princess?" the man seethed in a gruff voice, his grip around her throat constricting so tight a red ring appeared before Onyx's eyes. The woman choked on her sobs, shaking her head once more.

Growling, the man let go of her throat and threw her head back against the concrete slab of the wall, the stack of barrels raining down on top of her, crushing her body in pain. A strangled gasp left Onyx's lips, sympathy seizing her so tightly.

She was in shock, in pain for this poor lady as she watched the man climb on top of her and tear the front of her dark dress open, exposing her fairly round and peaked breasts in the chilly night air before hiking the skirt of her dress up to her hips, bounding the material there.

Anger surged through Onyx's body, her hand drawing out her sword in the dark shade of the night as she proceeded to step out of the shadows, holding her sword so nonchalantly in her hand.

The man had not noticed her, too busy unbuttoning his pants and pulling his length out as he began to position himself in between the protesting woman's legs, her kicks aiming anywhere near his face. Impatient, the man grabbed her ankle and forced it back down on the ground.

"Please, somebody help!" the girl cried out, her eyes opened to seek for the first person she saw. Onyx waited until the man had busied himself with her breasts, groping them too hard as he pressed forceful kisses against her lips and in between her neck, his arm traveling down to in between her thighs before she let herself materialize behind him.

The woman, pleading with him once more, met her eyes, confused and scared as she saw Onyx raise her sword high and proud in the air, calculating the perfect time to strike. The Mind Siphon prayed the girl knew how to act not so obvious so she could complete her mission.

"Let me go, Jaris. I beg of you, let me go" the woman whispered in his ear even as he shredded the clothes that covered her waist and pressed his kisses against her skin. A laugh came from the man, Jaris, as he lowered himself to her thighs, chuckling darkly.

"But it's you that I want, Alesandria. You stupidly beautiful Mind Siphon" he whispered in a hoarse voice, quickly repositioning himself in between her legs. The name struck a familiar chord in Onyx's mind, clues, and gossip linking together to form a name she had been looking for.

Alesandria. Alesandria Erovex. Her mission.

"Let me go!" Alesandria screamed once more, kicking her legs high up in the air. Onyx could see with her golden eyes the first few veins protruding

Before Onyx could even speak, Jaris drove himself inside of her with a powerful thrust, his movement frantic as he rolled his hips deeply into hers, his rough hands holding her hair in his hands. Alesandria's eyes slipped shut, her cries of pain turning into howls of anger, the veins in her arms beginning to glow an eerie goldish tint.

"Stop it! Please!" The girl's cries filled the dark alley, triggering Onyx's defense to kick into action. Gripping her sword tightly, she rose it up into the air once more and let it rain down on his head.

As soon as the crafted blade of her sword sliced through the delicate skin of his scalp, a burst of golden lights blinded her sight, illuminating the darkness with light and a powerful force persuaded her hand to move left, the sharpened edge of her sword sinking deeper into Jaris's head before completely slitting his scalp into two.

A force so powerful threw Onyx's body against a pile of barrels, Jaris's body falling limply to the floor, dead and pale, black blood with the slightest hint of ruby staining the concrete floors. Her sword clattered next to her stained with the man's blood and life, intertwined with a thousand souls she had taken.

Dizziness overtook the Mind Siphon's head, her thoughts spinning out of control as her gold eyes drifted over to Alesandria who gathered herself up, holding the last bit of her clothing and decency to herself, covering her naked breasts with her hand.

Blood trailed down her trembling legs and arms, long dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she made eye contact with Onyx, green-grey eyes bulging out of her eyes sockets with fear. Glass, plain expressions crossed her face, her figure trembling in the cold.

Onyx took in her current state, disoriented and bruised after a brutal assault and yet she could still stand high. Such a pitiful, sad woman she was. Alesandria Erovex.

The golden veins in her arms proceeded to fade away, dimming into nothing but normal, pale blue veins as Alesandria backed away from Onyx, frightened and shaken. "Please don't tell anyone" she whispered to the dizzy Mind Siphon, bowing her head slowly.

Then quickly, she ran out into the night, her feet slapping against the concrete floor as she made her run home. Onyx couldn't help but look after her, seeing her fleeting figure run away.

Her back ached with pain, her muscles screaming in agony as she pulled herself up, pausing to gently pick up her sword and hold in tightly in her hand. Golden eyes traveled to the dead body of Jaris, his split head still bleeding despite the coldness that surrounded them.

"Alesandria Erovex, you are not getting away from me" Onyx whispered to herself in a silent promise, leaving Jaris's body aside as she pushed her body to move, the pain sinking into her bones as she ran after her mission.

A/N: And that is the end of another chapter! This one took two and a half days to write and edit for mistakes(although if you see any mistakes, point it out please) and I'm quite proud of it! It's quite long and detailed and I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it!

A lot of stuff happened in this chapter, some Lucien and Venix scenes, some Onyx and Rheynoak scenes and now we finally met Alesandria in the most unpleasant situation. So much to discuss!

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Until next time!

With love, May