Scandalous Maiden (Secret Lady demon)

CHAPTER 1

The horns of three elongated horns of the infected wolves, sharp with poisonos blades kicked and lashed all the flesh writhing in fear.

Out of the blades of the fortune of God Sayren, The wolves howled its favorite tune at night when it visit its food source. Many people in this little town, run while praying for God Sayren Fortune. God Sayren is the Goddess Of Security, and also rumored as the one who managed to give assistance to the warriors who fight against sentinels.

Mainly, townspeople never leave- they can't bequeath to the other nearest town because of threat of more and much more powerful monster than the monster living around in their town. And if they will, either they can reach the boundary of the other neighborhood town, surely, they will died in just second, or before their arrival, they will be out of basic needs due to many stops that they need to do. Each route to the other town, had monster squatter the area or in possession of barracks or deathly crow. They don't have any other choice. Their life is at risk.

" We already took the amount of this basement. We can't keep loads of them. Hope the mercy of God Sayren bless on us." The priest said, a located priest in this town. Only the wanted amount of the chamber can prolong life against the beast aboveground. This room only made for larger pennies.

Same as how the Priest clasped his hands together, everyone inside the basement also do what he did, and prayed individually for their safety. Cries. Groan of sorrow. Invaded the whole corner of the room.

"Helpppppppp!!!!"

"Ackkkkkk!!!!"

Yet, as their prays messaging the Gods to awake their blessings upon them, giving their safety as a gift of security, they can still hear the sorrow, the hopelessness of the helpless citizens.

"Ughhhh!!!!"

"P-please h-ave mercy on me! God Sayren! Protect me!"

The wolves showed its many sharpy teeth as its chase the thug-looking man, before piercing it into its horns. The blood flew everywhere, as his scream low along the blow of rotten air.

"1," the dull-gray lashes masked man flicked the sword pointing at the man who has been busied by wolf by eating its dumb belly.

"2," then point down her gaze at the wolf front at the manmade cave. Surely, a bunch of people hide in there.

"3," wolves in this place is not a simple wolf that people usually know nor cute. It is rather called the standing huge wolves with three elongated horns. A wolf, nearly as peak of the hell of the Satan's horn and eternity of fire of pain.

"4," eyes in anger but deeply bored at what sees in scene. Infected wolves mostly not attacking so fiercely nor actively. They simply wandering and know how to hunt if they eye their prey. They don't seem dangerous, though, at most sight, they move along their usage of brains. Even they are monstrous product of sudden eruption of unknown solipsism.

"5," and this place is rod. Furthermore, it is not new that wolves mostly eaten flesh nor other creatures devouring human. But, how they seem eaten by hunger is abysmal. As like, they hadn't feed weeks or months ago.

"6," decades past, people aware of their existence but unaware of their sudden hang of savor. The townspeople surely affected by something unusual in this place that lure out these wolves in their place.

"7," what would that be? Is it a thing? An item that stronger their desire to flesh out meat.

" Our Dawlli is on agony. Aging the death merciful torture. Our praised is not enough! Not all of us trust the God!," The priest exclaimed in furious. Raging in worried and restless in anxious. The outside noise is clear in their behalf. It is more clearer. Their basement is automatically covered by the destroyed hall of the town to protect from balling in to meals.

People got fear and cried in knees. Desperation in their clasp and shout of praised swarm all over the place. The spasming of tears reach on the ground, as the terror raise in more clouded of blood.

The masked man's lip twitched. How pathetic, digging their own graves, they are now in their graves, yet insufficient if they still breathing- said the masked man's mind. She expected this to happen. The details of their plan of making a safety hall like this is not stable. She can see how they plan to die. Their sound is only dragging them the wolves in their direction. "Rueful."

"Do the Gods always fond on this? How demented," sighed. People always rely on gods-of-what-they-believed, they always ask for their help, seek for their hands. And always the one who love and pity to response is the false gods, or what they buried along with the truth, Dawlop.

The masked man jumped and swing her sword while in the air, before stroking it to thrust for not keen one wolf. Peirce deep on its head while its rampaging in its throe.

The near wolf noticed her appearance, run in her direction in hunger mixed with rage. Noticeable the wolf on the ground, siblings. This is one of the list of what she always wrote. Monstrous have heart on their same kinds. " Romantic!"

Smirking and slashed out her sword and happily meeting its run. She grasped and hold enough her sword enough to peirced through on other skull. This is the killer past time round.

Slash

Kick

Drove on the ground.

Leap openly at the close wolf.

Swing.

Wielded with grief.

Peirce!

Laugh of annoyance.

And roughly and mercily struck the pointed of the sword on its eyes as the same of more wolves closing in feet of her.

Without any further, seconds never order nor luck, its her way managing her spotted prey. Penetrated sword on the wolf chest.

" This sh*tly creature had nerves to fucking soak me with their rotten bloods! Screwed you pest!" She shout. 'My hair is wet right now and stink. Damn, I'll be facing damn lectures later!'

'but before that I need a shower'

Ooooppppppsssss. Nearly forgot the people in the basement desperately praying God Sayren. As if that bitch would listen. That damn bitch is fake and user. Protection, my ass.

She narrowed her eyes on their direction, and expect it would dragged their closing end. The blood of huge wolf above their door, splattered and undertaken their get through. They will pool exactly in their death. They can't remove the debris nor the destroyed part of the hall covered their door. It needed more man strength in inside to lift it or impossible for them to restrain.

They will die anyway.

She's near to bid goodbyes to the town, when she was stop by a teenager, dirty worn-out clothes with blood and ash. " Child of the God, save my elder! My grandma is in there.! We separate our ways while we taking hidden routes." She stared at the child.

It is not her mistake for morons to plant hidden zone undergrounds with bombed hall. The basement where they took to is not for saving and sparing their lives,( literally, there were absence of safe place around the world) it is all threat. And saving their lives on their pathetic idea is a waste of time.

And surely, That Gay God Sayren is watching now, forwardly looking for response of her. As if, she would give any answer that will entertain that darn god.

" Death is inevitable, I don't play sword for saving the pathetic ideas of yours. You town, agreed, of that sentimental basement build with your tax for safety zone. It is not my duty to save them and neither the Child of the Gods blessed in me.."

The teenager drop his jaw in disbelief. And horror of what he heard.

That Gay God always amused by kindness of anyone. She blessed her loyals servant with her grace, blessing the newborn child whose chosen in her eyes with abilities to scout people and not letting lost hope. She never like of bad manners and betrayal. And she's worst than called to be kind God. She always turned her back when people in need of her help or actually happily entertaining her own by peeling their alive. GOD OF PROTECTION? RIDICULOUS.

Not any chance, I will let the Gods have their amusement.

" YOU ALREADY arrived," she flinched. Darn, his voice is damn shocked me all the time. Where's that dwarf hiding now?

I mean, where's uncle sitting now?'- she corrected in her mind.

" You love sneaking in your room. And it is not appropriate for a lady like you. Have you forgot you're cultured?"- nonetheless she can speak. " A lady in veiled wearing nightgown without robe sneaking in the middle of the night. You must have tongue for explaining yourself right now," phew, thanks for throwing the clothes in her bathroom laundry before she sneak in her room.

Damn, screwed. "Hehehehehe, how about we take tea outside and talk with your lectures?" She quaver. How timing her uncle right now? It must be lady crawl in flat nose denounced about her sneaking in her room at night. That damn foolish bitch. 'damn, tea? Outside? It is more freeze than the town! So short of idea.' she always annoyed her.

CHAPTER 2

"SEARCH THE PERIMETER, TAKE THE SURVIVORS YOU MEET ALONG YOUR WAY," he ordered. His soldier do what he said and take pledge of the order. He settled his horse, one of the soldier on guard stand by as when he discharge his self and gave the rope to the guard. The guard mooch the horse at the near tree.

One of the commander greet him with a bold look. " Report for duty, your grace. The infected wolves are all dead. No threads found of the mysterious Mask who slayed all the wolves. But all wolves were freshly fed. The bodies we found are out of breathe,yet, all are died by just this night. We found no traces of old bodies inside the wolves. They seemed putted in long slept of their hunger, and awaken to gather fresh flesh."

He entered the fence of found bodies of chopped dead wolves. " Did you dice them all?"

The commander nodded." The Royal Guardian wants to gather a research for their parts. That's what we were order from the bishop."

He palmed his face. Bishop is really into that mysterious Mask. Now he's using the Royal Guardian to look for traces behind that slayer.

"The bishop wants to find who's the real man behind the slayer feature. He's using the tactics of the late king." He said while roaming his eyes on the flesh of the wolf.

" He's using the pathfinding item, one of the called symbolic artifacts of the deity. The Sharp.," Wefer added, one of his guard.

" It could be not long to find that man. The Sharp is not mean for nothing." He grinned for that idea. The masked man already took everything to raise his image. Annoyed. But amuse

*****

" Explanation is what. I. need. the. most." He said pausing each word emphasizing his serious and don't like to ride her tricks.

Damn. This night is F*ck.

" How about we take our nap first and enjoy a dream of fantasies, then discuss this later, isn't it a good idea?" But, he only gave her a flattened look and never insist to blink from her glares.

Sighed. This will take a long night.

"SAPH, TALK NOW," she demanded. She brushed her hair while soaking in her tub. Saph is her Lady-in-waiting, personal assigned by the Minister's wife. But Saph is one of her acquaintance back days.

Saph hold her grit before bursting. " Your uncle was so worried about you last night," answered.

" I already took it. Thanks.," Saph breathes slowly yet heavily as while looking at her side.

She can feel her gaze, burning her alive. That's what keep echoing in this bathroom corners. " Saph, talk now,"

She can tell, Saph averted her own gaze away at her to able to stop herself from nagging. " Death always occured everyday. One of the common reason is Heart failure. Heart Failure is the ailment that caused second prince died without meddling the quarrel of the Two Kings. As you know, it might be -" she was cut when Saph loosen its rope.

" My next? Are say'n?"

She gave her a thumps up and mimic the work perfect.

" Tsk. You. You never think for us. You always do your own. You always quiet but stubborn on the other side. Sneak at night, found at clubs, forest, or ruining a flower sunset during spring at dawn." She smiled and faced her.

"Live your life to the fullest" she quoted the sentence.

Saph released a exasperated sighed and annoyed at her, " Seek your death, that's suitable for your behavior," she murmured.

She laughed at what Saph said but shortly covered her mouth when she met her deathful glares. " I'm just doing my walking routine," she commented.

" Routine, my butt." Saph snorted.

She pushed her back at the floor of the tub and lift her head. " You know killings is prohibited to us, Ladies. We, women, only allow to kill, as what to defend ourselves, when it is necessary. But when we laid a finger to kill, we're punished salvagedly that we can't even oppose."

" Veileds need to stay her sanity and humanity. That's what they stay-," Saph poured the bubbly liquid on her own palm and squeezed it on 'her' shoulder. " They model purity against the odds running around the clock"

She half-grin as what she expect Saph to say. She closed her eyes, feeling the massage on her shoulder.

Yesterday night, is half tiring and boring. People always strive to live, but they never point to fight against it at the very least of their breathing. They just waited for savior. And that is the suck thing they believed onto. Wasted their life by some kind of savior who never wished for their survival. That is what she's rooting for. Showing them, neither a savior can fully save them, they need to act, stand, shield their own than trusting artificial and fake gods.

" Does purity always sees on innocent-hands? They might be niether do the killings through hands, but what do about their schemes? They can kill without grabbing a knife or picking a poison. They could kill with no mishap." She popped the big bubbles spotted in her eyes below on her naked knees.

" Power and mind is what you want to point out. Yeah, for the moment, I could plan of terminating you without be in nose of someone." Saph laughed and confidently said those words as continuing massaging now her forehead.

" Schemes. Shocker." She murmured.

Saph laid her robe and helped her worn it. The bathroom is tilt with crystal that can be drawn as mirror of every corner. The curtained of the tub always spring the clear-glossy white silk of it. The orange moisture that the water live on its dearest, leaves its smell alluring the room.

" Thanks for the bath," she said as she combed her own hair. Saph cracked a grin then said. " Orange is my expertise." Yeah-yeah. She can't argue with that. Saph background lines never sort of likings orange nor working with a spring. They are worn with sword on their hips. But Saph is the total wrecker of their line, she never like sword nor do like seeing blood, even she sliced or wounded her skin.

" Your hair smooth like feather of phoenix. Rare and delighted with soft fire. Did someone tells you, your hair is more like a symbol of fortune?," She hoist a brow. She never heard that kind of crazy before. Slap for the fact, she was veiled when she reach her two of age.

", Maybe now, I'm hearing it from you," her hair is long but never laid a special concern for it. Her hair is just like anyone has. Her hair is just a product of ordinary. Nothing mysterious behind it.

Though, sometimes, she find it cringed. Her hair changed color somehow if her eyes never failed her. Yet, it only happened for a couple of second.

Saph folded a tons of messy towels in the basket and book for it to the cabinet, the done one. The towel is big that can be mistakenly a blanket. However, it was purposely designed by the assigned bishop to his line of designers.

" I'm just a slacking of word. I don't see any fortune on it. I may lucky at the first sight of it when I stepped in your chamber, but nothing improving in my position. So it is rather nothing," Saph is really kind of absurd. Damn, remind every damn seconds she's not here to be a source of headache.

" It is literally rude"

"Sucker" Saph murmured and face high, chin up into her doings.

" What happens at the meeting of yours yesterday?"

"Jinx, as what to expect." Saph boredly said.

" Why though? Is there something bothering you?," She picked the lipgloss in her podium of face models. The gloss designed to prohibit her face to be seen if the veil suddenly worn out or blow by unexpected guests.

" Someone, that's the perfect word," she laughed. If it is someone, then she knows who Saph exactly mean. Only one person who Saph hated and annoyed the most, the lady in crown, the next to pursue the crown of Convalesce, Lady Autia.

" Why would she be there?" Lady Autia never laid a foot on the chamber meeting hall of the lords and ladies in waiting. She hates the idea of setting a heels on their tiles. Though the reason, is just bit of absurd, she just hate the tiles, that's it.

" My mind was not entirely focused yesterday," she can feel bitterness on saph voice, as if toning that she did something unusual that stole her mind instead of contributing on the meeting." And that brat lady worst my mind. She always have this disgusted look when she look us in eye to eye. Yet, she turns sweet when the leader of the meeting enter the chamber hall." She can't stop to make a laugh, but she knows it would add boil in air if she do that, so she just turned, face the door, away from her gaze. That could be a little safer if she blurted out.

" You tone jealous. Do you still idolized the lord of What they always called -fuckable-faceless-of-god?," Teasing Saph is not a good idea, she can sense the air wild and intense more. " I guess I need to see my gown now, see you if you're done" without hesitation, she walked out.

The Lady of the crown already start her move, even stepping on her own pride just to save her face, is absolutely foolish. She really do everything just to start her schemes.

She wondered if what the Lady in Convalesce begin her motives just to corner the masked man, the rumor child of the God, who loathes to save weak, and who loves to dare a blood with monstrous beings. 'Lady Autia is really obsess to see the masked man real face, which is Autia could never be expected it could be me, a lady in veil.'

CHAPTER 3

The Duke called an audience as when he reached his manor. His place were on ruined, all of his items were all stolen, and none of his maids and rest of staff were killed and mostly beheaded. No one survive from the attack of theives.

The bandit were known called ' Alpha Maxima. The identity of these bandits were merely unidentified, due to the new trend discovered items that able to hide identities. It is really a useful item that cost large pennies.

" He was relieved that then. Full of horrors in every corners had nothing in his care," Cax said, he remembered when he glanced his Duke, he saw 'his smirk' hid on his signature sympathy act.

" The situation is gotten worse than the last time. Alpha Maxima is terrorising acknowledgement now. They really utilize their situation." Fairol brushed a note on his leaves, a little fairy lighted its own body as a shared of a light of his writing and also for casting a spell.

" Alpha Maxima is not an ordinary group of bandit, they have multiple connections from higher ups. As much the coronation is getting near, the enemies of rising royals also raising its terror." Cax glanced his note and knitted his brows, instead of writing words on it, I is full of drawings. Birds in a one Flock and a bird with only one wing have.

" Your good at drawing but we're here for serious situation right now, skip that draws and do your task," Fairol horridly groan, task is what he bored the most and he doesn't give a slight like on it.

*******

She withdraw her sword in a podium and tie her hair in front of the mirror. It's been week past since she planned to sneak. She was secretly grounded by his uncle due to the strict monitor by the minister for the VIPs. The Minister hates disobedient individual that only leads his way to the path where that person couldn't last any longer, not being killed nor murdered, but savagedly torture in his dark room.

The Minister is the control head of all places of the country, since the rightful heir of the crown, the last prince, doesn't reach his right age to rule and to take authority of his throne. It would be the Duke instead of the minister, but the Duke is against of the Crown Prince, who merely no solid proof of yearning him a title of becoming a royal. The Duke is also filed a candidacy of ruling as a royal, as a thought of far related to the fallen royals.

And the VIPs, are the chosen veiled person since born to serve the Royal, or able to marry the throne. And since, she is part of special Veiled lady in Veiled clan of persons, the minister is also eyeing for her every movement. And there is a possibility, her sneaky deals already arrived in Minister's ears. There are full of gossipers living in a human shape inside their big lair.

But because of his uncle, all the rumors about her, were stopped by his uncle, or yet, maybe the minister already know, but he doesn't put a care on her.

" I still don't get the wolves severe hunger at that moment. I still have no clues for the thing that triggers them.," She awfully said while wearing her school hat tightly.

" Sorry, I couldn't help in your case. Kiko will kick me out if I'm helping my student.," His sincere tone is a perfect suit in his innocent look.

" That mister-, he's always blocking me!" She almost crumpled her hat while positioning the pin on it. Damn, just the idea of that bastard really boiled her system. Since she graduated in her BYEBYE 'LAIR', bastard Khiko never fail to ruin her goal.

She heard him laugh that's why she glared him. "I'm not a clown, Clyde" wearing her cold tone to stop his laughing.

" Sorry... It was just cute to see you react like that-" he feels her dearly sarcastic glare " I'm not emphasizing your a clown, it just that hearing your disappoinment towards the new promoted half angel is hilarious." If not he's a child, he might already do something dark on him, like cutting his tongue.

" Why are you here? Did that bastard sent you here?" She's referring to Khiko, Khiko is one of the most bumble trash demon in the lair, his filthy mouth is what she hate the most.

"No. I came here all by myself." He truthfully respond. Clyde is a pure angel, no shared in half, and one of the youngest and was new when she was in her sophomore stage in the lair that time.

She creased her forehead, strange. Before she left the lair, the lair gave a memo which is one of the listed on the memo is monitoring. The monitor system of the lair towards the graduated souls is assigned for two skilled lair staff, whether a angel or a demon in half. Yet, hearing him say that is not really convincing. He's not here for monitoring her. " Then, what are you up to?... I heard a rule in the lair that you can't visit the human world without given permission or task or taking a mission, and the general rule also, you can't do it alone."

He smiled and brightly casted his summoning spell, to summon his wings, his true form as an angel. It just happen a few seconds when he's done his transformation, now his hand was holding a flute along with his golden white silk angel uniform.

She made an ow sound. This is the first time she saw him with his instrument. All angel and half were prohibited to show their powerful instrument. Because the instrument of an angel and half were ritualized in a right state of being to recognized its owner.

" I'm here to give you my flute." Still, she didn't hear him saying those things, her eyes were pinned on what is sticking on his hair. It is cute. A hairpin. A white snail with blue stone in the middle hairpin. He's a boy right? But he's so pretty cute in his outfit today.

" Hey, are you listening?" Damn, why the lair doesn't blessed her a kind of hairpin like that? It is so beautiful. And she couldn't be mistaken, that snail cost a great fortune in her journey. Snail are slow but there are reasons why most human attracted in snail specie or its cousin specie.

Clyde clapped his hands in front of her face that leads her to pull backwards. ' did I lose myself suddenly?'

" What did you sayin' a while ago?"

Clyde shook his head, she really did not listen. " I'm here to give you my flute. The system chose you to own my instrument for this timeline. This is what the promise reward of the lair."

What? She couldn't digest it properly. Yes, the instrument are powerful, but the instrument were connected to its owner, it was like a foundation of life of the owner.

" I won't, you could die" she wear her mocking tone in disapproval, she doesn't want to be the reason of death on a angel. It is a HUGE SIN, that cost more than a gold...

And there is no time for this drama right now, she can sense the clock is ticking, if she didn't attend her class today, she might fired up with a long term nagging, that she only wish of having a bed and a blanket to sleep with the annoying melody.

" This is yours ," he tried to lend it near to her, but she slapped his hand away, and turn her eyes on him, 'why having a young angel is bothering?'

Could anyone do the else work?

" I don't own it. Keep it for yourself Clyde, and I excuse myself now, class is important than waiting for nagging later." And she can hear few footsteps closing to her bathroom door, totally, her lady in waiting is here to fetch her. And if her lady in waiting hear something noise inside the bathroom especially INPARTICULAR TONE OF ROOM MUSIC, 'unusual' noise will alert her lady in waiting' level and will add the problem.

She got a strict lady in waiting. Keep her reminded that.