The Burden of Loss

by sonderdays

Summary:

In a world of pain, confusion, and chaos, true love could be discovered in the ruins. When Mina found it, she was too stubborn to let go.

However, life may offer the gift of love to teach the difficult lessons surrounding loss. Mina refused to accept this as fate and took matters into her own hands.

This resulted in her being on the run from fate itself with one goal in mind: forever reunite with her true love.

An unprecedented journey led her to a difficult crossroads: her desires vs. her needs.

Mina must decide whether to allow the cycle of fate to consume her or to break free on her own terms. Only through choice lies the truth of prosperity or demise.

DISCLAIMERS:
Reposts of this fic are prohibited.
Ai-training is prohibited.
No beta has read this fic. All an original draft.

Notes:

I’ve had this idea for a while, and I’m happy to finally get the momentum going. This plot follows a fem!OC but her appearance is up to the reader. If there’s any typos (or worse, plot holes…) sorry in advance. Hopefully my main theme/idea gets translated well. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: Prologue: You Must Press On.

Prologue: You Must Press On. 

Everything was monotonous. No matter how far she desperately ran, the clouds never moved with her. The grass refused to bend beneath her feet, yet it was impossible to feel a single blade. A glass mirror expanded as wide as the seas and as high as a mountain’s peak. She saw how feeble her reflection was compared to the vast, ominous dimension she fell into.

It was all a strange intermission. Her instincts told her that she was unwelcome here. Immense guilt and discomfort weighed her spirit down and she became painfully aware of the sin she bore in her soul. When she turned to look at herself in the expansive mirror, she didn’t have the strength to look herself in the eye. She was exposed. Judged by a mysterious presence.

Look at me.

It was all in her head. This realm’s goal was to make her feel negatively about herself. She could get to the new dimension if she waited this out. It was all a test to-

I said look at me.

Startled, the woman looked up to make eye contact with her reflection. It was only her, but she noticed a different presence within her reflections’ eyes and demeanor. She grew more perplexed as she stared at the entity who wore her features. They stared at her bitterly. Hateful. Unforgiving.

Though they shared the same voice, their tone was foreign.

You are ridiculous. This…pursuit of yours is aimless. Yet, you still believe in your wretched bond.

“There is nothing aimless about my pursuit,” the woman countered. She felt her temper flare as she defended herself. “It is you that is ridiculous for cowering behind my appearance. Tell me who you are, I command you to.”

You command me?

They laughed in mockery. It echoed through the vast space, causing goosebumps to form on her arms from the sheer coldness of their tone.

How dare you. My existence, my purpose, is to expose you of your foolish decisions. You may be of royal blood, but you will never be my ruler. 

The room chilled. She felt her throat constrict.

You do not command people you have cursed, then expect them to grovel at your feet. I’m cursed in the same ways he is. His sacrifice meant nothing- his death meant nothing because of you. Your interference was a disgrace to Fate. End your aimless pursuits. Your pact with the demon is your consequence. That is my command to you.

“Never speak of him,” the woman sneered, shakily taking a step towards the reflection. “I will never fall for your deceit. We will escape this fate. I will find him and fix this mess.”

The reflections face contorted into a cruel smile. The uncanny expression made her hands shake.

The only way this can be fixed… the reflection gazed at her, their eyes brightening with ill intent. Is to eliminate the toxic cycle.

The mirror shattered. She watched as the realm around her collapsed. The grass disintegrated. The clouds melted into rain. Varying sizes of glass showered her with scrapes. She screamed, her fear, desperation, and heartbreak contorting alongside the scenery around her. Was it all over? Did she run out of time?

Pain ripped her out of her thoughts. She looked at herself; the reflection became a full-fleshed figure that represented every lie and delusion she had of herself. Yet they were winning.

A glass shard was in the reflection’s hand, which was lodged straight into the woman’s chest. She gasped in pain, quickly crumpling to the ground as the reflection loomed over her with a victorious sneer.

Looking for him was your ultimate sin. Now I must pick up the pieces….

“You’re w-wrong,” she croaked out. The rain expanded the puddle of blood around her wounded body. “I will f-find him. I still…hav..e.. time…”

Her reflection tsked.

Naive, stubborn, delusional girl. Why must you refuse to believe that this is all your fault? You were fated to cause this mess. I was fated to conclude it. He is gone, just like you will be.

The last the woman saw were the shards of red-stained glass around her, and the triumphant gaze of her counterpart.

 

Chapter 2: One

One

The heavy rainfall created an echo in the small office. Bland walls with mysterious stains complimented the plain wooden desk Mina sat at. She peered at the envelope, noticing the stack of currency within it. The man across from her possessed it, sliding her pay across the desk. His hand hesitated on top of the stack as he regarded Mina with an anticipatory glance. 

 

“Just know, there’s more where this comes from.” 

 

Mina looked up, subtly furrowing her brows as she stayed silent. He took the invitation to elaborate.  

 

“A position here. Hastapura Guard. Reasonable pay and predictable expectation, no?” 

 

She concluded that her consistency was seen as a green trait. It didn’t take long for her to settle into a routine in the N109 zone. Any bounty she came across, she struck and claimed as her own prize. If she ever stepped on toes, she remained oblivious to it. 

 

Her consideration of the invitation was accompanied by the ambience of heavy rain and the raspy hum of air conditioning. 

 

“Any rivals?” 

 

The guardsman let out a deep chortle— brief, but telling. 

 

“All who make themselves become one. I’m sure you don’t need a crash course on Onychinus.” 

 

The one thing she craved since arriving- solid intel- was what struck her interest. She mirrored him back, allowing an eased grin to slip from her neutral demeanour. 

 

“You’re right, no need,” she agreed. “Where do I sign?” 

 

He let go of the money and she reached up to take it for herself.

 

“No need. Just show up for your first assignment.” 

 

After a discussion of details and mutual nods of respect, she made her departure. It appeared to be that her first shift was nothing more than an introductory temperature check. She was to head to an address half a day’s time. 

Fidgeting with a metal brooch in her pocket, she maneuvered through alleyways and overpasses. Her thick hoodie kept her hair semi-dry and the sounds of human activity were restricted to doors slamming shut and vehicles passing with purpose.

 

To the naked eye, the N109 zone was an inhospitable ghost town. One wrong turn could result in gambling for your safety. However, Mina learned quickly how busy the city truly was. Every wall had eyes and each corner listened for news. Her resourcefulness was her currency, and the deal she made with the guard was a testimony to her decisions. Maybe- just maybe- her time here would lead to the answers she craved. 

 

A reflection in the window broke her out of her thoughts. Bright, glowing red eyes were prominent in her peripheral vision, causing her breath to get caught in her chest. She quickly did a double take only to find that the feature disappeared as fast as it appeared. 

 

Her footsteps faltered as she stared at the semi-visible reflection of herself. Moments passed before she resumed her trek home. The unnatural eyes remained in her thoughts. 

 

 

Chapter 3: Two

Two

While it was unprofessional to drink on the job, Mina was tempted to charm the caterer into covertly passing her a shot. She needed liquid courage to power through the rest of her shift. 

 

Standing near the sculpture exhibit, Mina mindlessly watched the party guests mingle with crossed arms and half-lidded eyes. Hour two of the charity event ticked by at a leisure pace. She’d broken up a wine-fueled spat and escorted a man off the premises for attempting knife tricks with a pocket knife he smuggled in. Being a guard for nearly a month taught her one thing: It was beyond her paygrade to wonder why high-profile guests showed out at seemingly positive events with meaningful causes. Charity events were no exception. 

 

“Darling, your boss did not give you a dress? The tacky color of your uniform is a crime.” 

 

Another lesson she learned: reject job offers requiring appeasing entitled clients. 

 

The tailored suit the man wore screamed old money, and the smirk he gave her while carelessly spinning his wine glass boxed him into the ‘flirtatious spoiled brat’ category. 

 

“Can I help you, sir?” She asked flatly. 

 

“Contrary. This whole--” he vaguely gestured to her uniform- “security getup isn’t fitting for you. Why are you guarding art when you should be in it?”

 

A muscle in Mina’s face twitched. She chose silence as her answer. 

 

His laugh was boisterous, turning a couple of heads in their general direction. He continued to talk to her as if her silence (and occasional dry comments) were a flirtatious invitation. The familiar ache of her veins began to catch her attention. If she heard his voice for any longer, she feared her powers- or Evol, as natives called it- would simmer above her skin. 

 

“Rhode, you should know by now that talking to pretty guards is no different from sweet talking a brick wall.” 

 

Both of them turned. A new, suave figure joined them-- tall, tailored, and criminally attractive. Thick violet hair elegantly swept across his brow. A sparkle in his eye that complimented his practiced grin. 

 

His presence screamed confidence in the same ways a shiny medal would. If she were to be on the receiving end of this man’s attention, she preferred for it to be minimal. 

 

The other man, Rhode, scoffed before taking a long sip out of his glass. He quickly licked the residue off his lip. “Ah, pleasure seeing you, Rafayel. You never fail to make fun, no?”

 

“It’s a practiced art,” Rafayel said. “Though I couldn’t help but to save Miss Bodyguard from your pick-up lines. Save them for that sexy date you mentioned, yeah?” He slid a playful wink at Rhode, who guffawed with a shake of his head.

 

Rhode’s attention waned once he noticed his empty glass, heading in the general direction of the closest server. 

 

Mina exhaled slowly, turning away in favor of staring at a wall. Though it was quiet, Rafayel stayed rooted near her. It became a game of who would break silence first, and the winner was predictable. 

 

“All of this art and you’re choosing to stare at drywall.” Rafayel said. “That says a lot about your interests.” He moved to her peripheral, watching her with an unamused expression. 

 

Mina met his gaze, settling with a curt nod before looking away again. “Ive seen the art. Now I’m biding time. Enjoy your evening, sir.” 

 

A beat a silence, then Rafayel let out a long-winded ‘hmm.’ 

 

“I get it now. Exhausted guard wondering when she could finally try a cheese sample before going home. I wonder….would dealing with an unhospital guest make the time fly faster? Or a sudden altercation. Perhaps-“ he tapped his chin in wonder- “a wanderer breaking in to steal a canvas? A hot and heavy pursuit…that would be entertaining.” 

 

Mina’s attention was fully on Rafayel, her lack of amusement evident on her face. “Sir, if you’re bored, there’s a garden to the left of the venue with vendors and music.” 

 

“What made you think that I’m bored?” 

 

“You’re talking to a guard who stares at drywall to pass time.” Sugarcoating the truth felt aimless. 

 

Rafayel’s eyebrows raised slightly, revealing a twinkly in his eye. “I’ve decided that I like you. However, lets cut to the chase. You owe me a thank you.” 

 

“I owe you nothing.” Mina responded curtly. 

 

“Yes you do. I prevented a murder.” 

 

It was Mina’s turn to raise her eyebrows, but for a different reason. “Elaborate.”

 

“If I wasn’t right there, I bet you would’ve turned that man into a footnote on a news article.” 

 

“And?” 

 

“And, this event would have been a waste.” He theatrically pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Art won’t sell if there’s blood on the floor. Ruins the aesthetics.” 

 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mina grumbled, allowing the neutral guard facade she wore like a suit to crack. Turning on her heel, she walked away to a new post. A change in scenery was needed and, frankly, deserved in her eyes. She heard the dramatic timbre of the chatty guest once more before she turned a corner. 

 

“You’ll pay your debt, Miss Bodyguard!” Rafayel called out to her as she left. It was obvious he wasn’t serious, but Mina believed that it was naive to assume their first interaction would be the last. 

 

“Whatever you say, sir.” She threw back, not bothering to turn around. His hearty laughter was faint to the ear. 

 

Mina slipped past various guests as she ascended the stairs, nodding once at the bored guard posted by the rails. 

 

After some time, the event was coming to a close. Auctioneers were on their last few items, using hurried voices to secure a price from their patrons. Mina yawned, turning towards the window that showcased the night sky. 

 

Stars were never fond of the N109 zone. Without the moon and clouds, the sky would’ve been a visual reminder of the culture: suspenseful, dark, and hopeless. 

 

She leaned against the window, the chatter of the auction below becoming a backdrop as she scanned the perimeter outside. Her fingers reached for the brooch she kept in her pocket, mindlessly fidgeting with as her thoughts wandered. 

 

Memories of where she found the small artifact flickered in her mind. It was wet from the sea she fell into, warm from the blood of a corpse, and rough from the grains of sand as she picked it up with shaky hands. The owner of the brooch tried to kill her, but she beat them to it. 

 

Mina didn’t have a grounded answer for why she kept it, but it attracted her attention when it fell from their pocket. The crow’s feathers had deep engravings and she paid attention to how it felt on her finger pads. 

 

Then, a glint outside caught her interest. There was a flicker, then nothing. 

 

Mina stopped breathing. She reached for the gun in her holster. 

 

Crack. 

 

The shatter of glass was deafening, the screams below making her ears ring. She hardly had time to protect herself from the sharp slices. Her ear was grazed, hot blood dripping down to her neck. 

 

What she dreaded the most came to fruition, and it was time to move. 

Chapter 4: Three

Three 

The glass crunched below her as she leaped through the broken pane, rolling onto the adjacent rooftop with ease. Her Evol manifested around her, the smoke rolling out in front of her like angered tendrils of a beast. They caught the bullets being shot at her, melting them before they had a chance to land on the rooftops. Her heartbeat was loud, and her eyes narrowed onto the retreating figure. 

 

They were fast, but her smoke was faster. The thick vapor wrapped around the assailants’ leg, dragging them towards her mercilessly. The chemical’s laced in it began to eat the fabric of their pants and the packed gravel beneath them. 

 

“Let’s keep this simple,” Mina said, her tone deceptively calm as she approached. “You wouldn’t want this in your lungs.” 

 

The woman ceased her struggle, but remained quiet. With a flick of a finger, the tendrils forced the assailant onto her knees, forcing her to look up at Mina. The smoke wrapped itself around her wrist, slowly singing the fabric around them. 

 

“Who do you work for?” 

 

The woman grinned manically. “You already know, Mina.”

 

Her breath hitched and she made a tendril wrap around her neck. She began laughing, seemingly unfazed by the burn of chemicals. 

 

“My job is complete. It’s time to finish yours.”  

 

Like clockwork, the woman’s eyes shifted. Red, like a rare gem found in the deepest of caves. A faint yet painful reminder of what once was. Mina’s smoke fell flat as the assailant disappeared from reality. The only evidence of her existence was the heap of clothes the remnants of her smoke tore through with greed. She stared at the shapeless pile for a long moment, the red eyes burned in her memory. Letting out a shaky breath, she turned and ran back to the auction. 

 

The laughter and festive energy of the event was replaced with chaos and fear. An alarm echoed through the building, red lights flashing with warning. Guests evacuated and pieces of art were torn, scattered, and forgotten on the echoey porcelain tiles. She ran through the halls, skidding to a halt once she turned a corner. Faceless, armored figures surrounded the room and all of their attention was on her.

 

DeepSpace Enforcers. They found her. 

 

The first one lunged, their blade aimed at her heart. Mina ducked beneath the strike, sliding low while her Evol pushed through to protect her. One tendril reached out, causing the enforcer to trip on the smoke. She pulled out a gun from the holster, the bullet making a clean hit on their armor’s weak point. 

 

Mina was incapable of killing any of them, but she knew she could disarm them. She relied on her muscle memory to guide her through the dance-- dodge left, roll backwards, counter the swing. Her Evol made quick work to give her leverage by slowing them down. Though she was outnumbered, she had a moment to plan her escape. 

 

An enforcer swung at her and she used a nearby statue as cover, the impact causing the porcelain to break. To her left, she saw another Enforcer make their way towards her crouched position, only to be thrown into a painting on the wall by a ball of fire. 

 

“Sonder Seas was my pride!” A voice cried out from across the room, their grief-heavy tone poorly placed. 

 

Mina peeked her head over the broken artwork, a sense of dread overcoming her when she recognized the violet hair, tailored apparel, and facial features that helped to paint a theatric picture of annoyance and grief. 

Rafayel continued his complainants.“You find art boring—fine, sure, whatever. But destroying it?! Even I'm not that dramatic.” 

 

“Paint a new one, damnit!” She snapped, rolling out of cover and shooting another tendril at a soldier near him. 

 

“Sure, the subject will be a magnetic yet destructive muse that owes me more than—” 

 

“Behind!” 

 

Turning with practiced ease, he flipped a blade into his hand and sunk it into the Enforcer behind him. It crumpled to the ground with a loud thud. Rafayel threw her a glare that was comparable to an irritable elderly patient being denied their favorite desserts. 

 

There was a slim window of time to escape. The enforcers were already gathering themselves again, sloppily lifting themselves from the ground and placing their limbs in the correct spots. 

 

“Through here,” Rafayel instructed, gesturing towards an open hall before he turned on his heel. 

 

They wasted no time running. 

Chapter 5: Four

Four 

It was not long until the fatigue caught up to her. Adrenaline kept her at pace with Rafayel as they sprinted through various alleyways, maneuvering through various debris and barriers. It was when she landed on the ground from a rusted fence that her body gave out, letting out a sharp grunt as the concrete scraped her hands. 

 

Her breath hitched. The veins in her arms throbbed as blood rose hot beneath her scraped skin. Mina’s eyes scrunched shut as she focused on regaining her composure. 

 

Rafayel, a step behind, reached out to help her but recoiled with a yelp as her smoke snapped at him like an angered viper. 

 

“I get stranger danger,” He commented, shaking his hand with a wince. “But I don’t think you’re in the spot to refuse help, Miss Bodyguard.” 

 

“Stop calling me that,” Mina grumbled, a slight bite in her tone. “Just go. Save yourself.” 

 

Rafayel placed a hand on his chest as if he was wounded. “And then what? Those metal monsters finding me and putting me out of my misery?” He tsked with a shake of his head. “Ridiculous. The show must go on with you, bodyguard.”  

 

She slumped against the cracked wall with a soft thud, glaring at him. “Your logic is ridiculous. It was clear to me that you can defend yourself just fine.” 

 

Rafayel chose to mirror her. His pristine suit made contact with the grimy concrete as he settled across from her. With crossed arms, he regarded her with a thoughtful look as his head tilted. 

 

“Yes, that’s true. However, it’s not like I’m immortal. I am a trained artist, not a fighting machine. If I wanted to be a warrior, where do you think I would be?” 

 

“Not following me like a lost puppy. Did I nail the answer?”

 

“The only thing you nailed was the lost part. But puppy?” He smirked. “It would’ve been smoother if you called me cute. Easier to cut to the chase.” 

 

“I’m not interested in you,” Mina deadpanned, unamused. “What I am interested in is why you’re still here. If you value your life and career, you’d heed my warnings and just leave. I can’t help you.” 

 

“To value art is to value life in itself,” He responded slowly. Mina let out a quiet groan; selective hearing was not a good look for him. “The highs and lows, the comfort and danger. The pain and serenity. You, Miss Bodyguard, opened a window into a new opportunity of research. The guard being pursued by others? Riveting.” 

 

“Fighting to defend your life and joining a stranger uninterested in protecting you is not an opportunity.” Mina retorted. The vapor around her reflected her impatience through its agitated travels around her skin. Rafayel never moved. 

 

“No, but the hypothetical reasonings behind it? The emotion? The suspense, luck and overall symbolism? That is the leeway to something timeless. No need to leave when it’s just beginning.” 

 

“Strong pitch for someone who is sticking their nose in places they shouldn’t.”

 

“Yet the air never smelled sweeter, no?”

 

“You must be dense.” Mina’s scowl deepened. “I’ll spell it out for you. Leave. Go home. Now.”

 

“I haven’t even made my most important point.” His demeanor changed. The lighthearted expression changed to a neutral, unreadable look as he tilted his head. His eyes peered into hers before speaking, the lowered tone of voice evident.  

 

“The truth is, Miss Bodyguard, is that you owe me. You roped me into your escapades and my art paid the price. It took time, stress, and a tear or two to produce such intricate pieces. Now they’re gone, and I must have a new theme and angle. It must be repaid by you.” 

 

Mina rolled her eyes, deeming his threat as more bark than bite. “Name the price.” 

 

She didn’t get the response she desired. No number was stated. Instead, he leaned back onto the weathered brick behind him. A mischievous sparkle in his eye returned. 

 

“Just know, Miss Bodyguard, that there is depth to every interaction. An artists’ intuition never lies.” 

 

Their eye contact didn’t break, but Mina’s stubbornness was weaning. She couldn’t ignore the heaviness she felt behind her eyes or the way her Evol’s vapor waned. 

 

“So you’re not going to leave me alone?” 

 

“No.” 

Straight to the point. 

Mina released a huge sigh, leaning her head back against the wall while closing her eyes. The pain in her veins subsided to a dull throb and she began to feel the fatigue at full force. Her mind overwhelmed her to the point of exhaustion. She needed to move soon and Rafayel’s (uninvited) time with her was coming to a close, whether he knew it or not. 

 

One thing she did allow was for the mutual silence to hold space. It was welcomed, for what it was worth. 

 

Chapter 6: Five

Five 

 

Four days had passed since the auction, yet the news of the attack still lingered in the N109 Zone’s diners, markets, and lounges. Patrons and locals’ hushed discussions focused on theories rather than concrete evidence for who orchestrated the attacks. The most popular rumor followed the belief that one of the prominent crime organizations were the masterminds behind the violent news story. However, there was one unspoken rule in the zone regarding vocalizing opinions; there was a time and place for gossip, and the ignorant suffered the most severe consequences. 

 

Mina was pleasantly surprised at the lack of follow-up since the enforcers’ attack. She knew that her location was compromised, but she did not encounter a second wave of soldiers yet. The days following the attack were relatively peaceful, but her paranoia had a relentless grip on her consciousness. Silence was not always an indicator of safety. 

 

“Focus on recovering your energy,” her boss told her during their brief meeting the day after the auction. “I’ll reach out once a suitable commission comes by.” 

 

She learned that her peers suffered similar physical injuries. Fortunately, the casualties were low and the guests were generally unharmed, if not spooked. However, one of the casualties involved a controversial yet influential man of high social status. Mina concluded that he was the main contributor to why the auction was a trending social buzz amongst N109 citizens. 

 

The bed was her favorite company as of late. During her time of rest, she was left with her thoughts. It had been roughly a month since her arrival to Earth. Her earliest memory on the planet was the embrace of the ocean's depths she fell into, soon followed by the sting of saltwater in her eyes as she regained consciousness on the shoreline. The events that happened between waking up on the beach and her current position was most comparable to a convoluted daydream. She was detached and reactive to her environment. Her decisions and actions reflected this until she felt safe enough to become more aware of the nuances of this society. 

 

Even at the cost of other people’s lives. 

 

Mina didn’t like to dwell on her past decisions. Guilt was the hardest emotion to escape from. 

 

The brooch she kept with her was on the bedside table. She reached for it, observing the emblem’s glow contrasting the bland bedsheets. Onychinus was a term she heard sparingly, but she believed that the brooch was a symbol of the mysterious organization. She sensed a subtle energy within it from the moment she took it from the stranger the day she arrived. 

 

No one around her knew she was in possession of it. Hastapura, the group she signed to, spoke of Onychinus like a sneaky virus committed to consuming each victim with rot and despair. Though she remained aloof around her peers, she kept her ears open and gathered that their influence was not one to overlook. Hastapura had their own power, but the rival group was a threat to be reckoned with. 

 

The leader was who she was intrigued by the most. His organization was secretive, but he managed to remain the most mysterious. She didn’t even know his name; it was as if it was forbidden to utter the syllables. Mina hoped that with time she could learn more, especially since she had an emblem in her possession. Her thoughts rounded back to the dull thrum of the brooch in her hand. With each passing moment, the hollowness she felt deepened as she stared at it. 

 

★

 

Days were beginning to blur by the time she received word about her new shift. She was stationed at one of Hastapura’s biggest gambling events hosted at an underground arena. Parlays were placed on Wanderers who were pitted against each other. Members of various ranks indulged in the entertainment, but welcomed networking and intel swapping when the opportunities arose. 

 

Her post was at the bottom of a stairwell near the skyboxes, rooms reserved for higher ranked officials. Despite her limited time as a guard, she garnered a decent level of trust from her boss. Between her stationed shifts at various gatherings and meetings were missions that ranged from capturing rogues to collecting intel. Her Evol was not a common one to come across, and her boss recognized her potential with each bounty she cashed in. 

 

There weren’t any significant people nor concerns that caught her attention, leading her to focus on the main event displayed on a monitor screen attached to the wall. The announcer used his charm and energy to hype the crowd before allowing the contenders to be released. She learned of Wanderers relatively quickly once she arrived on Earth. Monsters made from wicked energy, the crystal shards poking through their rough skin as sharp as their angered wails. 

 

The first beast resembled an animal she couldn’t decipher accurately. Nine feet tall, four stocky limbs, and glass shards protruding from various points of its body like armor. Its competitor was another four-limbed beast, but with limber and lean features that resembled a horse. One thick, crystal horn protruded from the crown of its head and its beady eyes held pure hostility. The crowd cheered like bloodthirsty fiends.  

 

Their collision was loud, violent, and unrelenting. Mina was glued to the action, watching the intensity of the fight with observant eyes. 

 

The brooch in her pocket thrummed. 

 

Startled, Mina’s attention broke away from the fight. Her right hand immediately grasped the energized brooch in her pocket. The metal was becoming warm. Mina turned to her surroundings, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. If Onychinus was present, she had no knowledge on how to investigate. 

 

Deciding to ditch her post, she ascended the stairwell. The brooch continued to hum as she passed by the skyroom’s sophisticated doors. It was impossible to see the rooms in their entirety, but there were thin glass panes on each side of the doors. 

 

“Notice something, guard?”

 

When Mina rounded the corner, she came face-to-face with another Hastapura guard. Their question was purely inquisitive. Quickly saving face, she nodded at her peer respectfully. 

 

“Negative. Just patrolling.” 

 

The other guard regarded her with a neutral expression. “Sure. Just make sure not to wander too far from your station.” 

 

“Understood.”

 

She wasted no time turning on her heel and walking back to her post. The brooch’s energy was depleted by the end of their brief exchange. Questions and curiosity began to swirl in Mina’s mind, and she was ready to uncover the truth behind the artifact and its purpose. 

 

In one of the skydoor glass pane’s reflections, there was a subtle glimmer of red. Mina, absorbed by her thoughts, was oblivious to it. 

 

 

Notes:

Hopefully the filler chapter gave some insight on Mina’s character. She’s definitely an onion with layers!

Chapter 7: Six

Six: Interlude 

 

The sun blared down on the colosseum. Excited guests wiped beads of sweat from their brow and exchanged chipper, anticipatory remarks amongst each other. 

 

On the elaborately decorated podium, the royal family calmly sat, patiently waiting for the festivities to begin. The lone princess sat with a distant gaze, mindlessly fanning herself to counter the heat. 

 

The procession began. She didn’t react to the bright bellows of instruments, the captivating tone of the announcer, or the shouts of praises from the commoners. When it was her cue, she stood and waved with a lovely smile that held no depth. 

 

The gladiators’ debut caught her attention. Two men possessing nothing but light armor and sharp weapons. 

 

It was the shortest fight she had witnessed. The crowd was stunned for multiple heartbeats before breaking out into cheer. Flowers were thrown ceremoniously. Some landed on the deceased foe, the colorful petals stained by blood. The princess stood from her throne, peering down at the winner. 

 

He was already looking at her. Eyes as red as gems. Hair as white as snowfall. She didn’t break eye contact, savoring each moment with desperation. Her grip around the rail tightened after each deep exhale. His smirk grew. 

 

By the order of tradition, he was to be slain by Her Highness. The date of the execution was marked for the 10th full moon at the brightest hour.  

Chapter 8: Seven

Seven 

 

The private residence was encapsulated by a gate made of expensive, brick material. Beside the brick walls, on the inside, stood three drastically different individuals. 

 

Mina, a N109 guard accepting a privately commissioned mission near Linkon City, failed to conceal her perplexed expression. A man in the middle was a composed personal assistant. His groomed, salt-and-pepper mustache hid his relaxed smile and the suit he wore was just as polished as his demeanor. With a quirked brow, he glanced between Mina and the third person; his boss. The young man’s lavender eyes were drenched with brightness, his glimmery gaze mirrored his open smile. His hand was outstretched towards Mina, inviting her for a handshake. She kept her hands to her side and observed him as if all the answers to her questions- and apprehensions- would reveal themselves. 

 

“I assume you two are acquainted?" The assistant asked, breaking the silence. It did not take a genius to notice the subtle tension. 

 

“Not well,” Mina responded at the exact same time Rafayel said “quite well!” 

 

Mina broke eye contact with him to look at the assistant, her frown still evident. “Yes, quite well. Disregard what I said.”  

 

When she looked back at Rafayel, his hand was still raised between them. With pursed lips, she took it and gave a half-hearted shake. Crinkles began to form at the corners of his eyes, but remained quiet. 

 

The assistant acknowledged their responses with a hum. “Happy coincidences are always celebrated. The head of your company was quite pleasant to bargain with.” 

 

Questions fluttered through Mina’s head, the overwhelming buzz making it difficult to focus. One shouted out over the others: what does this confusing, quirky man want from me? 

 

“Thank you for your work, Mr. Benson. I’ll take over from here,” Rafayel said to his assistant, throwing him a friendly wink. With a courteous bow, Mr. Benson turned and walked up the smooth stone steps that led to the modern, elegant home, which Mina assumed to be Rafayel’s residence. When he was out of earshot, she rounded in on him with narrowed eyes. 

 

“If you have an agenda, whimsy artist, spit it out. There are more suitable, convenient bodyguards for Hunter’s Association that could help with whatever you’re up to." Truthfully, Mina didn’t know much about the Linkon-based organization, but she assumed that they would’ve been a more feasible option. Taking a step back, Rafayel put his hands up. His response rivaled the drawl of a jaded, divorced man begging for his ex-lover’s company.

 

“Easy now, Miss Bodyguard. This intrigue you have in me is pleasing, but I still need my head on my shoulders if you want an explanation.” He placed a hand on his chest, the other raised as an offer. “Can you guarantee me that, at least?” 

 

She found this unnecessary. Despite her reservations, Mina begrudgingly agreed but motioned for him to elaborate with a slow shake of her head and a deep sigh. With the ease of an actor, Rafayel’s pleading gaze was immediately replaced with a triumphant one. He let his hands fall to his sides. 

 

“It took days for my assistant to find a suitable bodyguard. I thought my skin would dry like a sunbathed starfish. Then, by the grace of the Gods, he found you, the most compatible person for my cause, and I was saved! Besides,” he pointed to her with a knowing look. “You still owe me.” 

 

Mina’s expression remained unchanged despite him getting to the point. “For?”

 

Rafayel gawked, “For?!” He then made a motion with his hands, imitating an explosion with the dramatic sound of a boom. She didn’t respond. 

 

“Ring any bells?” 

 

One moment passed. Two moments. Then, Mina theatrically tapped her chin, looking up at the sky as if it held all the answers in the world. She then looked back at him, her finger raised. “Only the part where I told you to leave me alone. Multiple times.” 

 

“You’re a lost cause, aren’t you?” Rafayel groaned and threw his hands up in the air. He then crossed his arms with a pout. “It’s a good thing you’re cute, I guess.” Mina blinked rapidly when she heard the last part. He continued rambling. 

 

“Just help me with this and we are even. Besides, the check you received will cover not just one fancy meal but two. What more could you want?” 

 

She opened her mouth to throw a careless retort, but held herself back for a moment. After a pause, she responded with a blunt tone. “I want answers. Concrete reasons for why I’m even here.” 

 

Despite her lack of enthusiasm in entertaining the rather childish man for the next hour or so, she  found herself relaxing her shoulders to release the tension. The day held nothing but unpredictability, but she concluded that had nothing better to do for the time being. “You know what? I’ll entertain you for now. Can you fill me in on what we are doing at least?” 

 

“I’ll fill you in once we arrive,” Rafayel said, quickly turning his back to her and motioning her to follow. “The details would get boring. I don’t want to yawn while explaining.” 

 

They ended up in his car, the fancy gadgets and general composition of the vehicle making her feel slightly overwhelmed. As they commuted to the mysterious destination, she had already come to one conclusion when it came to Rafayel: he was a persistent man that kept whoever he had roped into his company on their toes. She was certain that the charity event would be their one and only interaction, yet he actively seeked her company once more. 

 

Her theories for why this may be was not the most optimistic, but she kept her thoughts on the backburner. For now, she would let it all unfold. 

 

Their destination was relatively distant from his residence. The commute itself featured expansive fields, bountiful shrubbery and long patches of grass quickly becoming monotonous. The two stayed relatively quiet with the exception of one or two bits of light, pointless banter. However, Mina felt her nerves tingle when he pulled into their destination. 

 

“Rafayel, why do you need a bodyguard at a cemetery?” 

 

Tombstones of various conditions were scattered throughout the land. A metal gate surrounded the property with old branches from huge trees tilting into them. With the exception of her and Rafayel, no mortal was around. The eerie ambiance was emphasized by the lack of daylight. Dusk was approaching, casting shadows where the clouds didn’t. 

 

Rafayel parked the car near the front gate. He turned towards her with a slight head tilt and a knowing grin, his hand still on the steering wheel. “Not just any cemetery, Miss Bodyguard. This one has something of mine.” 

 

This perplexed her even more. “Which is?” 

 

“An artifact, of sorts. As you-“ he motioned his hand in her direction “-of all people should know, I must publish some new pieces. The first step to any project is, of course, the most important: find the motive and subject.” 

 

They both exited the car. He sauntered towards the cemetery with his hands in his pockets. Mina fell into step beside him, taking note of the scenery surrounding the entrance. 

 

“Considering how this place looks...spiritually eventful,” Mina began, not wanting wandering souls to mistake her apprehension as a weakness, “you specifically brought me here to do what, keep you from getting killed? Or possessed?” 

 

Rafayel let out a quiet, brief snort while shrugging. “This isn’t a spooky bedtime story, silly. I need you here as an extra pair of eyes.” When they arrived at the front gates, he opened one of the doors for her to enter first. Mina raised an eyebrow at him, but still entered. Rafayel followed close behind her before continuing his thoughts. 

 

“An old friend of mine kept a little gift for me safe here. However, there may or may not be a trap protecting it. If anything hits the fan, I have my wonderful bodyguard to save the day.” 

 

“Depends on if I have my own shit in order,” Mina muttered out loud without much thought. Clearing her throat, she looked back up at him after noticing the vandalized stone bench in front of two identical tombstones. “Lead the way, Whimsy.” 

 

She quietly followed him while keeping her main focus on their surroundings. There was nothing except for the distant sound of birds, the slight rustle of leaves, and the consistent crunch of their footsteps. She wondered how old the cemetery was and the number of stories buried alongside its deceased residents. No other place could evoke such thoughts pertaining to human nature, the number of names ingrained onto stone being a visual reminder of the cycles mortals must adhere to. 

 

Hopefully, those who had passed received answers they were looking for. Fate owes each person closure in that way.  

 

The deeper they ventured into the cemetery, the more luxurious each place of rest became. Rafayel stopped in front of an elaborate tomb, looking up at the engraved words on the weathered archway. Depictions of sea symbols were subtly engraved around the tiny door. The most artistic part of the tomb was the carveout of corals in front of a water tide. The crest of the wave created an illusion that it would crash onto the heads of any person underneath it. Rafayel beckoned for Mina to stand beside him. 

 

“Hopefully the geezer buried here was at least half as nice as my friend,” he said, gesturing to the door. “If one thing is certain, they love choosing spots like these for theatrics.” 

 

“Then let's hope this ‘trap’ of theirs doesn’t wind up being a jester's impromptu magic trick. I’d prefer corniness over danger.” 

 

Rafayel gave her a curious glance. “You speak like you’ve been a victim of both before.” 

 

Mina shrugged. “You can say that. A distant memory, at least."

 

“Then lets gamble our luck.” 

 

Rafayel walked towards the door, giving it a thorough look before placing his hand flat against the weathered stone slab. At first nothing happened. Mina anticipated for the door to mystically respond with a glowy effect or a mysterious force to push it aside. She slowly spun around looking for any reaction or hint for the next step. As if her question was answered, a deep, unsettling growl reverberated around them. The vibrations were prominent through the ground, making Mina’s legs wobble momentarily from its impact. She placed a clammy hand on the side of the tomb as a reflex, her jaw tightening. 

 

Rafayel, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He looked over his shoulder and his eyes locked with hers. With a low whistle, he took his hand off the door. 

 

“Whatever that was, seems like it wasn’t fed in a while.” 

 

Mina rolled her eyes, but tensed once her veins began to throb. If she could calm herself down, it would be a miracle; her endurance would take a hit if her symptoms intensified. “It’s never a dull moment with you, huh?” 

 

Rafayel chuckled, his tone light despite the alarming situation they were both in. “One day you’ll find it endearing, cutie.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 9: Eight

Eight

 

With crossed arms, a repetitively tapping finger, and impatient glances, Mina waited. 

 

And waited. 

 

Soon after Rafayel realized what he needed to do, he shooed her away from the tomb door and instructed her to keep watch out front. The only sources of light were provided by the stars in the sky and the flashlight on her device. Unfortunately, she had to put it away- it was on 5%. Mina quietly chastised herself for not routinely charging it; she didn’t understand why she had a handle on nearly everything else except for plugging a flashy, thin box up before she settled for bed. 

 

“It’s your fault my phone’s nearly dead,” Mina called out to Rafayel, crossing her arms tighter when a brisk breeze made its way through. “You’re taking forever.” 

 

“Yeah, yeah, just do your job,” Rafayel responded absentmindedly. “One more minute.” 

 

It was ‘one more minute’ five minutes ago. He also said it ten minutes ago.  

 

She scowled, biting her cheek and pacing back and forth. The mysterious monster made no further disruptions after announcing its presence. Mina had many theories for why, but the main one she focused on was that it was waiting for the right time to strike. Rafayel countered her thoughts by dismissing it as a one time thing, saying that it was likely a petty ‘prank’ by the cynical spirits to increase their nerves while consequently decreasing their critical thinking abilities. He chose not to elaborate.

 

More minutes passed, and Mina turned towards Rafayel again. “Whatever it is you’re doing, I hope its worth a paycheck and a free mea—“ 

 

An explosion disrupted her complaints. 

 

Her veins burned once her Evol activated, desperately protecting her as she threw her arms in front of her face and crouched. The sound of debris flew around her and she felt the reverb of the impact for multiple seconds. Mina’s defenses didn’t wane until her surroundings stilled. 

 

“Yes, finally!” 

 

His passionate cheer was the culprit for the sour scowl on her face. Every curse and insult towards her insane client surfaced in her mind as she hurried to the source of the explosion: the tomb. 

 

She expected the whole setting to be in complete disarray, with soil upturned and chunks of stone in jagged piles of debris. However, she was mistaken, and her eyebrows raised in pure shock from her incorrect assumptions. There was indeed damage, but the site was dramatically smaller than imagined. Everything inside was still intact except for the door itself. The debris from the entry way was scattered and sprinkled around Rafayel, who was looking up at her with a triumphant expression. 

 

“How the fuck are you not dead?!” Mina demanded, throwing an accusatory finger. “You’re the reason why the dead will come up and make us join them from how loud you were. Were you crafting a bomb this whole time?” 

 

Rafayel waved a dismissive hand. “Dramatic much?”

 

Mina blanched. He continued his spiel. 

 

“The minerals they chose to make this place made heating the door take forever. If I didn’t have some chants up my sleeve, we would’ve had to camp overnight. I don’t know about you, but I prefer not to wake up with a bug in my nose.” 

 

“And I prefer not to get my soul snatched on the job!” 

 

“Did anyone call you a ‘party pooper’ growing up?” He threw a judgmental look. “Just because these people’s permanent place of rest is here doesn’t mean it’ll be ours too. Anyways, onto the fun news!” He announced, clapping his hands together. “I have something cool to show you.” 

 

He quickly turned his attention back to his handywork; a big hole that exposed a pitch-black abyss from where Mina stood. She didn’t have time to respond before he stepped into it, his body quickly being swallowed by the shadows. 

 

Mina gulped, but moved forward. When she got closer, she noticed that there were thin, spiral steps that descended into the darkness. Her stomach churned as she made her way down into the unknown depths. Her hand frequently reached for the wall to help her balance and guide her down while she listened for Rafayel’s echoey footsteps. 

 

The closer they reached the base of the stairwell, the more she could see. An ocean blue hue subtly reached for them like a low tide, slowly intensifying as they came closer to provide guidance to their travels. 

 

Her foot met a thin patch of grass once it abandoned the last step. The look of awe was vivid on Mina’s face as she took in her surroundings. Strands of grass scattered like the footsteps of a stampede, making its way around a pool of water. The pool provided most of the illumination, casting its light around the clearing in the same ways a blanket surrounds and comforts its user. 

 

What Mina found to be the most fascinating was the subject in the middle of the pool. The first part was a small opening on the cavern’s high ceiling. It revealed a glimpse of the night sky featuring the crescent moon—the focal point of its tale. 

 

Her eyes followed the moon’s glow down to a curious object in the middle of the pool. There was a gleam on the golden corners of a small, wooden chest. The straps appeared antique, but the rustic cherry was durable. 

 

“Who’s the crazy one now, Miss Bodyguard?” 

 

Mina was snapped from her trance and turned to the location of Rafayel’s voice. He was behind her, at a respectable distance, peering down at her with a gentle smile. She took note of how relaxed he appeared. 

 

She turned back to the scene. “This is…undescribable.” All she could do was admire. The suspicions and discomfort she felt preceding this moment were temporarily excused. “Your friend is quite the gift giver.” 

 

Mina watched as he made his way over to the pool, his eyes set on the prize. “You’re right about two things,” He admitted, raising his hand towards it. “They give good gifts…” fire collected around his hand, forming a sharp stake. “…and they like tricks that wait to strike.” The weapon shot from his hand and struck the platform, the impact causing a ripple effect in the clear waters. 

 

Mina’s stomach dropped. The growl was louder, clearer and felt in her bones. Ripples from the current intensified. 

 

A crystallized tentacle slivered its way through the pool’s waves, closely followed by multiple limbs coiling and writing amongst each other. The grassy soil surrounding her and Rafayel were upturned in multiple spots, arms and weapons breaking through in a similar fashion as the cephalopod. They grasped for freedom, slowly pulling themselves out as dirt slid off their polished, dark armor. Lifeless, awkward, puppet-like: Enforcers. 

 

Her body knew it was time to fight while her mind reeled from anxiety. Her veins flared once more as limbs of her own formed through poisonous vapor. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

They’re too funny together. He stresses her out so bad LOL.

Chapter 10: Nine

Nine 

A life without violence and hardships was a foreign concept to Mina. Every twist, turn, nook, and cranny hid a lesson that demanded to be seen, heard, and experienced. With every callous lie a story, and a new scar- earthly and spiritually- was testimony to championing adversity. 

 

Each piece of armor gained made the next challenge easier to conquer. A bloodied smile and bruised cheek symbolized strength within and demanded respect from foes. No rival could ever pierce the heart or mind she proudly protected because she learned the craft of keeping one eye open. 

 

However, she refused to admit when there was rust oxidating around the edges. She ignored the small crack in the swords she wielded. Vulnerability was a hindrance. A window for manipulation to climb through. Independence came at the cost of fragility, but would the shields and weapons do its due diligence until the Gods called for her to come home? 

 

In the rare moments where collaboration mattered most, she witnessed one, or a mixture, of these endings: death, betrayal, or weakness. 

 

She wondered where Rafayel would land on the spectrum. There was more to him than what was shown and said, which was why she settled with one thought: watch. 

 

He remained unflinching as the Sea Wanderer marked its territory. It now screamed, daring for one bold enough to challenge it. 

 

His fight was a dance of its own and she vowed to let the performance take place. While Mina slowed Enforcers down, Rafayel dodged, turned, and leapt with ease around the beast. Clean, thick slices were made with his fiery Evol and prowess. The Wanderer screeched, the slam of its limbs missing him by a hair strand. One tendril swept across, damaging Enforcers instead of its agile foe. When another tendril struck the ground, Rafayel jumped on top of it, using it as a bridge to the mystical chest. Right when he was about to grab it, another tentacle moved to disrupt his balance. Rafayel dodged with the ease of a God and splayed his hand out towards it. Contact was made which resulted in the tentacle having a hole burned through its middle. Dark and slimy blood-like fluids dripped from the open wound, the searing causing the Wanderer’s hard skin to have cracks around the injury. 

 

Before Mina saw what happened next, an Enforcer demanded her attention. She turned to it with an outstretched hand, her Evol pushing it back towards two others. They all landed on the ground with heavy thumps, clumsily lifting their limbs in attempts to stand on their lifeless feet. 

 

She turned back, ready to continue protecting him, but the pain from her veins forced her into submission. An abrupt shock shot through her body, delivering critical messages of danger through the intricate highways of her nervous system. She groaned, her back bending forward and knees crumpling as she fell onto them. Mina’s eyes, clenched as she fell, tore themselves open to take in the blurry sight of her arms. Her veins were now a prominent jet black, begging for relief. Energy. Soul. Another round of pain shocked her system, the cry of her despair thundering through her being. 

 

Knock, knock. Bad timing? 

 

She gripped her head. Oh, how badly it hurt. The vapor angrily stirred and thrashed around her with cravings of a fiend. Her lack of control over its hunger was the true price she paid. 

 

Feed the debt.  

 

….Or should I do it myself? 

 

She groaned in protest, the pads of her fingers sunk into her skull. If she breathed, she gained control. She gained control, she’d control the symptom. She’d control herself. 

 

“Mina?” 

 

That voice was different; it was from the real world. 

 

She felt arms engulf her as she was picked up. Her hands were still glued to her head, hair tangled around her fingertips like the demonic needs entrapping her. 

 

They were out of the tomb. She knew this because she felt the wind on her skin. She smelled the cotton of a shirt, laced with earthy notes. She felt her triggered veins gradually reduce its irritation to a mild throb. The smell of her Evol was pungent, but waning. She heard lively caws of birds above her in the distance. 

 

Moments passed. She still heard them. Blinking, she looked up at the sky. Her head rolled against the bundle of a jacket that served as a cushion. 

 

Amongst the group of feathers, one stood out. Red eyes, bright and beady like gems, flew amongst the small flick. She watched it soar around her, resembling the brooch in her pocket. It felt heavier than she remembered it being. 

 

 

Chapter 11: Ten

Interlude: Ten 

Small bundles of inferno were placed on gold stilts. The torches created a perfect circle and danced against the shadows of the jungle. In the middle was their victor- their sacrifice- restrained onto the stone slab. He laid amongst flowers and jewels and was decorated like a plump pig in its last hours of life. 

 

Her Majesty ascended the platform, her sword held with clammy, strong hands. She then looked down at him, the flickering light reflecting in her glassy eyes. Memories of what once was pooled her vision. 

 

He was unnervingly calm as she straddled him. Their onlookers chanted a traditional hymn, swaying back and forth with anticipation. This night celebrated her transition to womanhood. 

 

With a deep breath, she allowed for her essence to awaken her sword. His ruby eyes flickered to the glowing weapon, and then back at her. She never broke eye contact, drinking in every detail she was blessed to indulge in when fate allowed it.  

 

Her words came out softly, too low for the onlookers to hear. 

 

“We will soon be one, my love.” 

 

With two strong hands, she raised her sword above her head. The silver, sharp tip of the weapon was aimed at his heart. She heard it beating; the calm, even heart rate was replaced with a rapid, anxious one. 

 

It then ceased its primal duty. 

 

Her hands released the sword, the hilt aligned with her own heart. 

 

The ceremonial chants turned to screams of alarm when she sunk a hidden knife into her own. 

Chapter 12: Eleven

Eleven 

 

“I’ve never told you my name before.”  

 

She realized this once their silence left space for rumination. The soft sounds of instrumentals from an ambiguous music genre were slightly overpowered by the cool air blasting through the car’s filters. Her body heat cooled and the sweat on her forehead dried, but the remaining adrenaline was now spearheaded by her internal thoughts. 

 

“Now that you mention it, you haven’t,” Rafayel mused, his finger lightly tapping the steering wheel. “I think your priorities need to be reviewed.” 

 

She crossed her arms. “Meaning?”

 

“We’ve been so intimate together.” After those words dripped from his mouth, Mina’s facial recoil was as passionate as an oblivious feline being pushed into water. “Killing armed soldiers and monsters. Protecting each other’s backs. We’ve been doing more than talking, no? Just like a scandalous affair; passion-filled, sweat-inducing, vulnerable moments together, but not once have we told each other our names.” 

 

“What are you talking about?! It’s neither that deep or that serious,” Mina sneered, scooting slightly closer to the car door. “I just never thought about it until now. No reason to be so fucking dramatic.” 

 

“No reason to be so fucking defensive.” Rafayel countered with a sly smile, eyes locked on the road ahead. “Did I ever tell you mine?”

 

“That’s not the point that I’m-“

 

She paused, choosing to look up at the stars through the passenger’s window while her lips pressed together. “Touche.” 

 

“Glad we agree,” his voice was laced with smugness. “We had more important matters to deal with anyway. Not like we had the time to lay in the grass eating skewers while kicking our feet, right?” 

 

She was too exhausted to counter with a witty remark. Scratching her arm, she responded slowly. “Mentioning skewers was very random. You must be hungry.”  Mina still looked out the window, shoulders subtly sagging. There were a lot of stars out, she noted. 

 

“Just an impulsive thought," he shrugged. “Though, I might be a little peckish. Can’t rule that out.” 

 

She hummed in response, eyes still trained on the endless specks that cloaked the blank, dark canvas. Her arms were still crossed. Fortunately, the discoloration dispersed before they got into the car. 

 

The music playing was a lively tempo with various instruments she didn’t recognize. It was replaced with the thoughtful, leisure tune of a piano. The sole instrument filled the space with a melancholy flow, yet sprinkled other concepts throughout the composition. Confusion? Exhaustion? There were mere guesses. Perhaps her childhood instructor was correct; focus was intention. Intention was proficiency- to a degree, at least. 

 

“Let’s get skewers.” 

 

Mina’s distance was disrupted, turning to Rafayel with wide, scanning eyes. He glanced away from the road to look at her, letting out a huff in response to her lukewarm one. 

 

“Ugh, relax. I'm not taking it out of your paycheck. It's not like I'm selfish.” 

 

Mina’s expression softened, and she lightly gnawed at her cheek as she continued to stare at him. Rafayel was many things if not brazen. Despite his petty remarks and ill-placed sense of humor, it was a trait she couldn’t find within herself to view negatively despite her waning peace of mind. 

 

“My name’s Mina.” She admitted. 

 

Rafayel rolled his eyes. 

 

“Yeah, okay, thanks for stating the obvious, but are you hungry or not?” 

 

Mina let out a lighthearted snort from his shady remark. His assistant had some explaining to do. “Yeah. Let’s get skewers.”  

 ★

 

The takeout Rafayel purchased was consumed by the both of them in record speed. Mina was ashamed to admit to herself that she did not eat an adequate amount of food prior to her escapades with the eccentric artist. 

 

As they sat on a bench in a park that overlooked the nightlife Linkon city offered. Though buildings sparkled with life and sounds of a populated city reached their ears, she found peace in its atmosphere. The N109 zone was just as busy, but with ulterior motives that never benefitted innocent bystanders. Here, people’s motive was to simply exist. 

 

No one said anything for a while. The ‘Thank You’ grocery bag held the greasy wooden skewer sticks and crumbled foil. Mina let the bag hang in her hands between her legs as it occasionally swayed in the breeze. 

 

She looked over at Rafayel, who seemed equally lost in thought. Hopefully, he was willing to share some answers she wanted. 

 

“Did you get what you were looking for?” She asked. “It would suck if you didn’t.” 

 

Rafayel nodded, taking the small chest out of his pocket. The gold rims still managed to glimmer under the dull yellow streetlight a few feet away from him. His thumb brushed against the sleek wood as he inspected it. 

 

“Truthfully, I didn’t expect for it to be in such nice condition. That was nice of them.” 

 

Mina didn’t ask for elaboration, instead choosing to silently watch him open it. A gold key was inside of it. Elaborate engravings circled around the object with tiny calligraphy littered amongst the design. It was small and could be held with only three fingers. 

 

Taking it out of the case, Rafayel brought the key up to his eye level and studied it with distant eyes. Mina was unsure if her assumptions were misplaced or accurate, but she sensed something deeper with his connection to the key. A quiet, heavy presence that had the most impact from what was unsaid. She allowed for him to have that time to himself and looked back at the city, returning to her own thoughts. 

 

“After I drop you off, make sure you get the rest you need. You look like you’re on your last leg if I’m being honest.” 

 

Mina bristled, but responded calmly. “What happened back there was a personal thing. It won’t happen again.” 

 

“That’s fine, but I mean what I said.” He placed the key back in the chest and put it away. Turning to her, he placed his hand out. “Give me your phone.” 

 

Lines appeared between her brow as she processed his request. “Why?” 

 

“I’ll need my personal bodyguard’s contact, duh.” 

 

“My phone’s dead.” 

 

He paused. “Oh.” 

 

“Yeah.” 

 

“Do you not charge it or something?” 

 

Mina’s eyelids lowered as her pupils looked up in search of patience. “If I wasn’t standing in the dark using a flashlight, maybe it would be alive right now.” 

 

Rafayel matched her expression. “Fine, just use mine in the car. Either way, I’ll be contacting you.” He leaned back on the bench, casually folding his arms. “My next project is just getting started. After this venture, it gave me more clarity on the direction I am headed next. My knowledge and skills are valuable and need to be protected, which is why you should get what’s going on checked out.” 

 

Mina opened her mouth in protest, but he gave her a look. With a shake of her head, she leaned back against the bench as well. 

 

“I’m busy, art man. You think I have time for all of this?” 

 

“I know you have time. I’m one of your best clients, after all. You’ll realize that soon.” 

 

Mina grunted, but added nothing more. 

 

While she tiredly stared at the city, he watched it with a closed-mouth, placid smile. It wasn’t long until the sun would rise once more. 

Chapter 13: Twelve

Notes:

Heavily unedited, gonna clean things up eventually. As always, thank you for reading!

Twelve

Calloused hands slid against her waist, signaling her to press her back further against his front as they swayed to the sultry melody pulsing through the speakers. She guided their dance with her hips, the back of her head laid onto his chest as he felt his breath on her neck. 

 

They were amongst a swarm of energy and hormones as inebriated patrons indulged in each other’s company. Silhouettes bounced amongst the warm, bloody red backlights, complimenting the slow and intentional sways of guests who sacrificed their sense of awareness. Mina relied on what she felt; her clammy skin lightly coated with sweat, the muscular presence of her bounty, and the consistent pulse of his heartbeat that edged closer to a quickened rate. However, she wanted to take her time. To savor. Her veins craved for the gourmet, but she forced herself to indulge. 

 

He would taste sweeter in the end that way. Her tongue slowly slid against her lip as she imagined the taste. 

 

It was unfair to say that she carried the weight of her conversation. Her tight dress and suggestive lip combo did enough to gain his attention when she smiled and placed her arm a sliver away from his at the bar. The man had a drip of strong liquor, swaying the glass in his experienced hand as he gave leeway to her charm. He immediately seemed to be the type of man who expected attention that catered to him; dominance in the way he called for the bartender’s attention, boldness in his flirtatious words to the patrons squashed near him, and opinions as loud as his laughter towards anyone he gave him an open ear. 

 

Yes, he checked all the boxes. No wonder his bounty award was enough to feed a family for a month. She found it amusing how easy he gave in to her company, allowing her to lead him to the dancefloor while his eyes were drunk from liquor and lust. The sweeter, the better. 

 

They lasted a couple of songs before he expressed his impatience. She allowed him to take the lead where he found a private room in the restricted wing of the venue. An exit was conveniently at the next turn which led to the alleyways.  No time was wasted; his hands roamed her body, her hands gripped his hair, and they found a consensus with each other's lips. Consumption commenced with every lip bite and heavy breath. 

 

Mina opened one eye, observing her surroundings. No red flags were present, which meant she had the green light to act. The gates of a hungered beast opened. Vapor oozed out of her as they greedily latched onto its prey. His labored breaths turned into those of panic, but it was too late; just the way it liked it. 

 

She passively watched as his body crumpled to the floor, the corpse sucked of spiritual life. Her Evol thrummed with energy, settling into nothing once it was satiated. Wiping her smudged lip combo off her chin, she grabbed her device from a holster on her thigh to send a message. Temporary fixes would only last so long, but that was all she needed. She hoped it would be true, at least. 

 

It didn’t take long to complete the following steps of the routine: conceal the corpse, transport it, drop it off, retrieve the ‘proof of death’ slip. All of it was done on autopilot. The adrenaline was worn, the weight of reality sunk, and the refusal to process it was decided. However, Mina soon gained the privilege of learning her boss’ name: Dom. 

 

The following morning, he welcomed her with a smile after she dropped off the proof of death, sliding the envelope towards her on the desk. She was used to seeing the tanned, burly man with a mop of thick, dark hair that reached his shoulders. It was all replaced with a surprisingly fresh buzzcut, the simple yet sudden change as grand as a full makeover in Mina’s eyes. 

 

“We will refer to each other on a first-name basis from now on,” Dom stated, walking behind his desk to grab a jacket on his seat. Shrugging the leather coat on, he motioned his head towards the door. “Consider it a promotion, because I have a new case from a special client that’ll be up your alley.” 

 

The two left his office and had a short commute to an unfamiliar place. To the blind eye, many of the buildings- including Dom’s place of work- could be mistaken as abandoned. The red brick buildings with architectural combinations of multi-leveled towers and one-storied businesses had dulled, weathered appearances. They were often paired with tinted windows and barred doors. It was meant to throw unwelcomed guests off, which Mina found quite clever. Many Hastapura dealings and businesses operated in this section of the N109 zone. While many believed that the crime members scattered in the old buildings were truthfully thriving in a community many never would have foreseen: underground. 

 

Dom input a code in a beat-up ATM that was built into the side of a small laundromat. After the code was registered, the machine slid down into the ground, exposing a metal staircase with rails. The memory of her time with Rafayel briefly appeared in her mind. It was a funny coincidence that she was descending another set of secret stairs in a short window of time. 

 

At the bottom of the stairwell was yet another door with a metal doorknob. Dom placed his hand on it, waiting for the sound of a click before turning the knob. The implications of her ‘promotion’ were further understood as she took in the new environment. 

 

With the exception of the Wanderer brawl she worked at, she had never seen so many Hastapura members in one setting. The door they entered through gave her a false assumption of what the room size could be. It was instead an open-concept with high ceilings that hosted a collection of rooms on each side. Clusters of people walked in various directions, entering and leaving themed rooms that each had their own signs above their entrances. As they walked through, she took note of the advertisements of apparel, activities, and cuisine that left an appetiting aroma. 

 

“Don’t look too shocked,” Dom teased, giving her a light bump on the shoulder with his own. “They’ll know you’re new.” 

 

They walked for a few more minutes before Dom pointed to a particular room. The sign above said “Lounge 77,” and the entrance was obstructed by black velvet curtains. Two guards stood in front of it, but quickly nodded once they spotted Dom. He wasted no time parting the curtains. 

 

Servers with trays strolled through to drop off food or beverages to the tables and booths scattered around the lounge. The atmosphere was as lowkey as the lighting, and Mina quickly picked up on the high standards required for the equally important patrons. She noticed a few curious glances in her peripheral vision, but most were absorbed in their own bubbles. 

 

“The boss has her own section in the back,” Dom briefly explained as they made their way through. Mina’s nerves tingled once she heard those words. Going with the flow was never bothersome to her, but in this circumstance, she felt uneasy from the lack of knowledge she had for what was to come. “This is typically where she likes to offer propositions, such as the case you’ll hear about.” 

 

“Are you certain I will be helpful for this?” Mina asked, her question hardly encapsulating what it was she truly desired answers to.  

 

“I wouldn’t bring you to this meeting if you weren’t. Remember, Mina, promotion.” He reminded her. Soon enough, they arrived at their destination. 

 

Beside the translucent section wall was a large, circle table. Plush cushions surrounded it and a couple of people sat at it. One young woman was dressed in a dark, professional suit, her equally dark framed glasses focused on the cluster of notes in front of her. Beside her was an older woman with red hair peppered with silver streaks. There was a glowy look to her skin, a modestly jeweled hand propping her focused face. 

 

“Boss,” Dom announced, gesturing to Mina. “Wanted to leave most of the intel to you, but I believe she’ll be a good aid.” 

 

The red haired woman quickly focused her attention on them. When she locked eyes with Mina, she immediately noticed a sharpness to her gaze. Deep, intentional, and dominant. 

 

“Ah, Dom’s told me all about you. Make yourself comfortable,” a hospitable smile appeared on her face as she motioned for them to take a seat. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mina. Call me Natalia.” 

Chapter 14: Thirteen

Thirteen 

Natalia was not just any mercenary working under Hastapura. She was the organization. Mina quickly realized that the ordeal was not a simple one and she gave her full attention to the organization’s leader intel. 

 

“I’m someone who likes to cut to the chase, if you don’t mind,” Natalia began, gesturing for her assistant to hand a file from the healthy pile that sat on the marble table. “This is rather time sensitive, which is where you come in. Your Evol deals with acidic vapor, correct? How would you rate yourself on stealth?” 

 

“Quite high, to be frank,” Mina responded, earning a look of approval. She was uneasy from the impromptu interview, but decided not to sugarcoat. “Concealing myself along with others is my expertise, especially when there is not a lot of visibility. The more shadow, the better. Traveling limited distances is possible as well, if the conditions are correct.” It all depended on how strong her soul was, which was why consumption was necessary for her energy levels. 

 

Mina wondered if a day would ever come when the restraints from her curse would be lifted. The longer she stayed, the more doubtful she felt about her answers revealing itself in this universe. There was no pull, no clarity from her sole purpose of travel and her faith was waning. However, she refused to completely turn away. She had no choice, frankly. It was not like she made a deal for the sake of the game. 

 

Natalia nodded in understanding. “I see. Quite fascinating. Dom, you did your big one by recruiting this young lady. Now, onto the star of the show.” After opening the file, she placed it on the table and flipped it for Mina’s line of sight. The information was clear and precise, a testimony to Natalia’s style of communication. A portrait of a man, relatively young, round-framed glasses, and the closest expression to a scowl without abandoning a neutral facade. Beside the photo was a map of an unknown region that had two sites circled in printed, red highlight. 

 

“We have a missing scientist on our hands,” Natalia began, folding her hands to prop her chin onto it. “One of our head Hastapuran researchers. Felix Gamo. He specialized in protocores’ effects on their mammal hosts. We recently received intel that Onychinus was doing protocore research on both subjects, particularly protocores combining with mythical DNA— dragons, to be exact. We had Felix keep a close eye and report back to us, but he has been AWOL for 72 hours.” 

 

She pointed to one of the circled locations, her sharp, neutral-toned acrylic tapping the smooth sheet. “These areas highlighted are zones that have high energy of these specific test subjects. We’ve decided to coin them as ‘Draconic Wanderers.’ What concerns me is our lack of knowledge, and our researcher spying the case disappearing is not a good sign.”

 

Natalia closed the folder, sliding it across the table towards Mina. A waitress stopped by requesting to refill her water and gin and tonic. She dismissed the offer with a swift, poised wave of her hand. “I need for you to go to these zones and find any evidence that could lead us in the right direction to find traces of his disappearance. He joined the research lab as a trainee, but we need more intel to locate the headquarters. We pay heavily here, if you cannot tell.” 

 

Mina smirked at the humorous comment, nodding her head in acceptance. “No need to remind me. How would you like for me to report?” 

 

“Communicating through Dom will suffice. Report back as soon as you see anything, especially if it relates to Onychinus.” With a quick glimpse around their private section, she slightly leaned in towards Mina, lowering her voice with secretive intention. “That bastard Sylus has been getting under my skin lately. If my inklings are true, this will reflect poorly on his image, as young as he is.” 

 

Every thought ceased. Her hands curled into her thighs, demanding her to ground herself. She hardly felt the soreness in the taught muscles caused by her nails. One word planted itself into her mind, chanting with a haunting candor. 

 

Sylus? 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Seeing the kudos and bookmarks is giving me so much reassurance that many of you are enjoying this story and it genuinely makes my heart so warm. Once again, thank you all so much for reading! I’ve been so motivated to continue fleshing it all out! (P.S. we may or may not see our homegirl crash out in the near future….guess we’ll see how that goes. Stay tuned!)

Chapter 15: Fourteen

Interlude: Fourteen

 

The horse’s breathing was labored as it trekked through the vast field, urgency felt within every hoof that stomped the ground. Its rider was hidden underneath a black cloak, the thick velvet fabric billowing behind her underneath the moonlight’s gaze. 

 

She was the first to arrive at the House of Worship, kneeling before the statue of the World Goddess at the alter. 

 

There was no need to wait for long before the doors opened behind her. The sound of his footsteps were ingrained in her mind, a cherished fragment of her collection of memories. He kneeled beside her and said nothing. Silence held its breath. 

 

“Why did you choose to participate?” She asked, still facing forward. He did too. “It doesn’t make sense to me.”  

 

“They gave me no choice, Mina.” 

 

“But you did have a choice, Sylus. Me. I could’ve handled it.” 

 

“You do not know your family,” Sylus said the words somberly. Mina rose from the altar with utmost urgency. 

 

“No, it’s you that does not know my family. They would’ve listened to me! I would’ve recommended more suitable options. 

 

“That goes against tradition, you know this—“ 

 

“But they love me—“ 

 

He stood up to hold her shoulders, causing her to trip over her thoughts before they sprinted. Their eyes were locked on each other. 

 

“Yes, they do love you. But they love history more. They despise me.” 

 

“You cannot control your bloodline.” 

 

“Which is why they see me fit to compete.” 

 

She said nothing to this, her fists angrily shaking as blood flow disappeared.

 

He didn't break eye contact with her as he lowered himself to his knees. His hands traveled from her shoulders down to her sides, arriving home on her hips. He looked up, caressing the soft fabric of her dress as if it were her bare skin. 

 

“To be laid to rest by you, of all people, is a blessing more powerful than any Goddess could offer.” 

 

He kissed her belly, letting his lips linger as he savored his prayer. She gulped, releasing her fists to rest on his arms. 

 

“Please, don’t say it…”

 

“Then I’ll show it.” His hands moved to settle behind her hips, gently squeezing. “Let me, once more.”

 

Though tears welled in her eyes, she sunk down as well, moving her hands to caress his soft hair. The stained glass was illuminated by the moon’s light, emphasizing the silvery glow in his strands. Her lips found his as a tear fell onto her cheek; she prayed it would be the key to cleansing the doom that was bound to fall on them. 

 

It proved to be a fruitless wish. Angered guards tore down the wooden doors that hid their precious secret from the world. 

 

 

Chapter 16: Fifteen

Fifteen 

 

There were vibrations in Mina’s pocket that she ignored while she was in the meeting. The sun was beating down on the crown of her head as she sat on the cracked steps of an abandoned church. Correct posture was low on the priority list, her eyes bearing down at her scuffed boots and the black graffiti that swirled around her feet. 

 

Despite the house of worship no longer being in service, she felt undeserving to stand within its environment. Sin clung to her like shackles, and her heart was weighed by sacrificing her purity and everlasting peace. 

 

Her phone vibrated again. It felt like a chore to take it out of her pocket to read her notifications. 

 

Rafayel (13:30): It’s me! You won’t believe what I found. Where are you? 

 

Rafayel (13:47): Earth to bodyguard you can’t ignore me forever ya’know 

 

Rafayel (15:32): ….im in the hospital. No im not joking… 

 

Her personal woes took a backseat as she read the last message, verbally saying out loud to herself shit. 

 

It was then when she realized that it would be wise to invest in some form of personal transportation. Akso Hospital wasn’t the furthest, but it was not a hop skip and jump either. It took her forty minutes to reach Linkon City and another seven to jog through the doors of the building. The front desk was manned by five women in purple scrubs behind a thin, glass screen. The air had a sterile crispness to it with a hint of a floral product. There were a few people in the waiting room. The sound of a baby’s cry was heard from the arms of a tired father who desperately tried to soothe the small bundle. 

 

Mina approached the first desk, asking if visitation for Rafayel was open. They nodded, telling her the floor and room number. The elevator swiftly flew up and reached its destination. 

 

She opened the door to Rafayel’s room and saw him in the hospital bed. No bandages, casts, or wires were tied to him, but he did have slight redness on the tip of his nose. She then took in the room itself: spacey, sleek, and private. It was rather impressive how comfortable his life seemed to be, from his luxurious residence to his passion-filled career. 

 

“About time you got here,” he bemoaned, crossing his arms and upturning his reddened nose. “A few more minutes and you could’ve seen me with a flattened heart rate!" 

 

Mina shook her head but got comfortable in the chair across from his elevated bed. The scenic view of the city was behind her. 

 

“You’re not hooked to a monitor.” 

 

“I’m not hooked on one right now but who is to say I wouldn’t be if you came even a minute later?” 

 

“Who’s to say you didn’t need one to begin with?” She gave him another once over. “You look fine to me.” 

 

“If I was fine, I wouldn’t have had to be here!” He countered quite animatedly. With a huff he faced away from her. “Maybe if you responded in a timely manner, this wouldn’t have happened.” 

 

Despite her typical grievances when it came to his combative nature, it never bothered her enough to wipe her hands and walk away from him as a whole. However, she felt a nerve hit— deeper than usual. 

 

“If you want to be like that, fine,” She stated firmly with no air of empathy. Her previous dealings with Natalia began to fester again. She noticed his head turned with subtle surprise as she rose from her seat, irritation evident in her worn eyes. “I’m too tired for these theatrics. Since you're alive, I’m leaving.” 

 

Rafayel blanched. “You’re not even going to ask how I got here?! Have you ever cared about me to begin with?” 

 

“Have you ever cared that you’re pissing me off?!” The sentence came out a lot sharper than she intended. She felt something within her fester, hints of vapor peeking out the skin. Oh no. 

 

Rafayel faltered. It felt as if his job was to scavenge through every thought and opinion hidden behind Mina’s dark, conflicted pupils, yearning to find treasure that even she had no access to.  

 

“Something happened to you,” Rafayel observed, his delicate timbre starkly contrasting the firmness of hers. A heavy breath released from Mina’s lungs as she focused on repressing the rotten whirlpool of anger, impatience, and misery with a weathered lid she deemed as control. Her time here was done. 

 

His hand curled around her wrist before she had the chance to leave. Gentle, yet grounding. Mina refused to look at him, entertaining the idea of ripping his hand away. 

 

“Which one? My story or yours?” Rafayel asked. Though the words were few, she understood the depth to them. It took a while for her shoulders to sag in defeat. 

 

“Yours, please.” 

 

His hand subtly moved from her wrist to her palm, giving it a ghost of a squeeze before releasing it. 

 

“Well then, I'll need your full attention for this one!” He flipped back to his eccentric flair, but the sparkle in his eyes returned once Mina turned around to look at him. “Because this is going to—“ he sneezed, hard. Then he sneezed again. “—going to be a long story!” 

 

Mina handed him a tissue before he dove into how he went on a canoe tour in a swampy region a few hours from Linkon. He mentioned the blossoming of flowers, the overgrowth’s bright, healthy hues, and how rude and nosy the tour guide was. Apparently, their factual spiel about the history of the spot had a sharper bite once he gave them a cold shoulder, more focused on sketching whatever intrigued him the most. 

 

“Everything was fine until I got back here. I sneezed in my art studio, then fell! All the sickness hit me at once. I just knew that tourguide had something against me. They must’ve poisoned me through the pollination!” 

 

Mina thought to herself ah, he must be allergic to pollen, but actively listened to his harrowing experience. She found her way back into the seat beside him in the midst of his retelling. 

 

When he finished, she responded. “That sounds rough. How long do you think you’ll be here?”

 

“The nurse said I could’ve left two hours ago, but I refused. What if my symptoms worsen? To get them off my backs, I said that you would want to see me here before I checked out.” 

 

Mina always found herself raising an eyebrow at him, it seemed. “Huh? Why?” 

 

“You’re literally my bodyguard. Did you forget that quickly? Ugh, that full time job of yours is turning your brain to mush.” 

 

Right, her job. She didn’t have the luxury of calling it a day just yet. 

 

“Speaking of full time jobs, I do have to get back. There’s a case I need to investigate. This one’s time sensitive.” 

 

Rafayel perked up. “Can I help?”

 

“You’re sick.” 

 

“Don’t mind that, I’m working on it. I might know a thing or two if you tell me what’s going on.” 

 

Mina shook his head. “Not this one. It’s quite specific and I’m not allowed to talk about it.” 

 

He deflated into the hospital's plush pillows, his pout returning with full force. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

 

It surprised her that she could muster up a weak laugh. “Yeah, I know. I’ll check in on you after, how does that sound?” 

 

Rafayel held up a pinkie. “You promise me?”

 

Mina looked at it, hesitant. After looking between him and the outstretched finger, she then linked her pinkie with his. “You’re ridiculous. Promise.” 

 

Avoiding the busy streets as she made her way to the Wanderer site, a motorcycle shop on an idle street caught her eye. It didn’t take long for her to consider buying one as her first. Money (nor forging a license) was not an issue, but time was. 

As she entered the shop, a crow perched on a nearby streetlight, its ruby eyes observing her retreat. 

 

 

 

Chapter 17: Sixteen

Sixteen 

 

A light drizzle began to descend from the blanket of light gray clouds, creating a foggy mist amongst the forest trees. There was not much in the first zone that was labeled on the map, save for the distant call of animals and the crunch of her feet against twigs and debris. 

 

It wasn’t until she circled the territory the second time when she picked up on something suspicious. A thick log from a tree was surrounded by overgrowth, but a piece of dark fabric stood out from underneath it. She went over to it, pushing the log over to find a heavily unsettling scene. 

 

A male human, crushed. Their head and abdomen exposed the inner workings of human flesh and tissue, and their once white lab coat was coated in streaks of dirt and pools of red. The smell was what caught her the most off guard; she held her breath to keep the nausea at bay. A name tag was still attached to the corpse, but she refused to get close enough to read it. 

 

She pinged Dom, requesting him to send a team over to the scene while pinning the exact coordinates. There was no point waiting for them to arrive; it was gradually getting dark and the other site was not conveniently close. 

 

As she turned to walk away, she stiffened when she heard the gurgle of a voice. 

 

“Hi, Mina.” 

 

When she turned, the corpse’s bulging eyes looked back at her. He had the same glow of red as the sniper at the charity event a couple of months ago. She erratically turned from him to see if there were any Deepspace Enforcers around, only to find none.

 

“Don’t worry your troubled mind, Mina. You’ll know when we are here.” 

 

“Tell me what you want.” She demanded, her anger beginning to bubble to the surface. “The mind games will not work forever.” 

 

He attempted a smile, but it was too grotesque to count as one. “The clock is ticking. Jury calls for justice. Make a choice, Mina.” 

 

In the blink of an eye, the body disappeared in a way that would make one question its initial existence. Only the clothes and Mina’s shock remained as evidence. 

 

The overload of information and confusion weighed her mind with concerning depth. It was all too much, yet she did not feel safe enough to make sense of all the pieces. For the time being, she gave into her instinct to run towards the next site. The vapor from her Evol clung to her like wispy smoke as she rushed through the tall trees, using a mixture of footwork and teleportation within the overgrowth’s provided shadows.  

 

At the next location, the screech of a monster ceased her movements. Her ears rang from the frequency, and her heartbeat was felt through her chest. She crouched, carefully making her way towards the clearing where it came from. 

 

The first thing she saw was a long tail curl and thrash, its crystal scales grazing the dark oak trees. Her eyes widened as she took in the large creature. She understood why they were named after dragons; large, purple wings sat against its muscular sides while its sharp talons dug into the dirt below. Its large snout housed sharp teeth that dangerously glinted like a predator ready to feast. Its attention was focused on a woman on the opposite end. She was on the ground trying to scoot away while maintaining eye contact with the growling beast. Dread filled Mina as she took note of the woman’s wide, fearful eyes. 

 

“Wait!” Mina screamed out. 

 

The beast paused at the distraction, turning its head to look at Mina instead. There were two pistols on the ground near the stranger, who carefully reached her arm out to grab one of them. 

 

Mina allowed for her Evol to take full force, extending an arm as tendrils raced towards the Draconic Wanderer to wrap around its legs. The acid from the vapor caused a sizzle, making the beast let out an angered roar as it now focused its full attention on her. 

 

She didn’t have much of a plan other than to not get hit. Mina rolled away from its attempt to bite her, her Evol retreating in order to regroup for another round of assault. The first thing that caught her attention was its eyes; the hardened, aggressive gaze was enough to bring chills. However, she impulsively deemed it to be the perfect weak spot. 

 

While one hand was still on the ground, she shot her other hand up to shoot out a charged tendril at its eye. It was successful, causing it to stumble and writhe away with a screech. When she turned to look at the other woman, Mina noticed that she now wielded both of her guns in her hands. She timed multiple shots at the same eye that Mina attacked. 

 

That seemed to be the last straw for the Wanderer. With another roar, it turned and retreated, trees embracing impact and falling onto the forest ground as it trailblazed to an unknown location. Mina released a labored breath, but her nerves still shook from the lack of mental processing. 

 

Regaining her composure, she made her way to the woman. When she got closer, she recognized her outfit to be a Hunter’s Association uniform. Mina found this interesting; the sightings must have been so severe that even Linkon’s professionals caught wind of it.  

 

“Are you okay?” The woman asked her, wiping her brow to remove sweat. The both of them took notice of each other's appearance. Mina found that they shared very similar features, and she had no doubt that a stranger could mistake them as relatives. 

 

She nodded. “I am. It’s a good thing I came in time, otherwise you’d be that thing’s dinner.” 

 

“I tried to be as sneaky as possible,” she stated with a shake of her head as she placed her weapons in her holster. “That Wanderer has much better hearing than others I dealt with. How did you end up here?” 

 

Mina believed it was best to not tell the whole truth. “Was passing by from a personal excursion, but heard that Wanderer and then saw you. It wouldn’t have sat well in my consciousness to turn the other way.” 

 

The woman took a brief moment to process what she said, but nodded her head in understanding. “Well then, I appreciate the distraction,” she extended a hand to Mina with a friendly smile. “M.C. , Hunter’s Association.” 

 

From behind, Mina noticed the distant sound of wings fluttering away. Quickly letting it go, she shook her hand. “Mina. Nice to meet you.” 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 18: Seventeen

Seventeen 

Her hair and clothing were drenched by the time she parked her motorcycle beside her apartment. She mindlessly walked up the steps with a lowered head, but didn’t allow herself the moment to crack before she closed her door. The helmet she wore dropped to the floor alongside her knees, rolling down the carpeted foyer until it landed on its bottom. 

 

The burn in her throat was painful as she attempted to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes with her hands. Labored breaths forced its way out of her mouth as rainwater mixed itself with the saltwater from her eyes. 

 

The privilege of rest was taken from her the past few days, however, she only had herself to blame. No matter how many times she tried to shed her skin in order to take on a new day, troubles and trials grabbed her by the throat and choked her into subservience. With a blurred vision she lifted herself up, shakily making her way to the bathroom to wash off the evidence of the day. 

 

She forgot that she was supposed to rub herself clean as the steaming hot water hit her scratched skin. Dirt and grime swirled down the drain as it slid off her curled body, her eyes shut despite the lack of lighting. 

 

It all led back to Sylus. The attacks. The red eyes. The brooch. Even the mission she was assigned. No other universe gave her as many chances to find him as this one; she could almost taste the results of her labour. However, why was it that he was still so far, despite the two of them being painfully close? She had been here for months and it felt foolish to believe that he had not felt her presence by now. Yet, there was still more to do. Clues to unravel. Barriers to break with force. It was all infuriating. 

 

She began to rock back and forth in the bathtub. There was not much time left before Deepspace Enforcers captured her. Their relentless chase forced her to jump from one world to another while desperately searching for the love that she unfairly lost. All she needed was more time; she knew she was on the verge of a breakthrough. Fate themselves must realize this and allow her more time to prove herself. 

 

They already captured her once and she refused to be behind bars again. Her reunification with Sylus was her only hope for the nightmare to cease. If it was optimistic thinking, then she refused to accept the truth of her own fate. 

 

Mina mustered enough strength to scrub the remnants of filth off her body before settling into bed. The exhaustion made it easy for her to ignore the hungered growl of her stomach. It didn’t take long for slumber to overtake her. 

 

The next morning began with unceremonious knocking at her door. They became harsher with each passing minute, making her roll out of bed and throw on her closest unworn garment; a baggy T-shirt that nearly touched her knees. 

 

She didn’t bother using the peep hole before throwing the door open, a line of cuss words at the ready on her tongue. 

 

“The fuck is wrong with—“ she faltered when she realized who it was but her crabby scowl stayed. “Why the fuck are you here?!” 

 

“Because I thought you were dead!” Rafayel shot back, hands on his hips as he leveled her with a rivaling glower. He still sounded congested. “I could've saved gas if you picked up your phone.” 

 

“Ugh,” she growled out, rubbing her forehead. “Gods forbid I sleep in. I literally saw you yesterday.” 

 

“Actually it has been two days. You said you were going to check in after your mission, which you didn’t. Do you know how worried I was?” He didn’t wait for her consent to enter the apartment, ignoring her alarm as he stepped into the foyer and took off his shoes. She caught a strong whiff of the clean, woodsy scent of his cologne. 

 

Mina followed him into the main part of her apartment, chewing on what he just said. “Why would you be worried about me?” 

 

Rafayel turned to her with an incredulous look. “Aren’t we friends?!” 

 

She blinked. “You never said we were. I thought I was just your bodyguard.” 

 

He groaned with an annoyed shake of his head. “Well, yes, but let's use common sense for a moment. Do you think I would buy food, drive a car around, and drop off just any hired personnel of mine? They could’ve walked back for all I care!” 

 

“Well, aren’t you a kind spirit,” Mina grumbled to herself, accepting what was happening and walking over to her couch to sit down. The minute she sunk into the cushions, her stomach grumbled loudly. She looked up at Rafayel. “What time is it?” 

 

He looked at his watch. “14:45.” Mina’s eyes widened. It didn’t escape her that he said that it had been two days since she last saw him. That meant that she lost a whole day to slumber. She rubbed her forehead again, the back of her skull resting on the wall. In her peripheral vision, she noticed Rafayel wordlessly staring at her before turning on his heel to make his way to her kitchen.

 

She heard her cupboards opening along with his judgmental grumbles. They ranged from “do you ever feed yourself?” to “why are your knives here of all places?” 

 

With a lift of her head, she looked over in his direction. “Will you get out of my kitchen?” 

 

“Mind you business,” he threw back, sniffing a bag of vegetables before opening them and turning the sink faucet on. “Wash your face or something.” 

 

She didn’t move. “You’re not going to cook for me.” 

 

Mina had never seen him glare at her with such intensity. The faucet remained on as he rinsed the tomatoes and bell peppers from her fridge while refusing to break eye contact. She broke it first in quiet defeat, choosing to let him win this battle. 

 

Suddenly uncomfortable with being in the same vicinity as him, she pulled herself up from the couch to head to her bedroom. It was a good idea to wash up and get dressed, despite how badly it irritated her to admit to herself. 

 

She heard the sound of vegetables on the chopping board and an occasional sniffle as she refreshed herself in the bathroom. The sunken look in her eyes and the intensity of her pores nearly made her shiver. She didn’t spend too much time freshening up and threw back on the same baggy shirt along with stretchy shorts. 

 

When she checked her phone, her eyebrows rose at the number of missed calls and messages from Rafayel that spanned from nearly 48 hours ago to a few. They overpowered the junk notifications and work updates she received. She felt her stomach drop as she bit the inside of her cheek, looking over at the general direction of the kitchen. Objectively, there were not many reasons to feel guilty, but she couldn’t help it when it came to him. 

 

When she returned, she watched him salt the boiling broth on the stove. The vegetables were prepped in a bowl and she saw a slab of meat on the cutting board. 

 

“Did you know that your food was about to expire?” Rafayel asked without turning around. He picked up the vegetables and slowly added them to the pot. “These had maybe one day left in them before they rotted to mush. Would’ve been a waste.” 

 

“You don’t know that,” she responded with an air of defensiveness. “The freezer is literally right there. They’d just go in there if I didn’t cook them in time.” 

 

“Whatever you say.” He remarked sarcastically, beginning his work on the raw meat. She noticed a pan with oil already smeared on it. 

 

After that, it was silent between them. Mina didn’t feel like starting up a new topic, and Rafayel seemed content with the lack thereof. She sat at her tiny kitchen table while scrolling through her phone to catch up on her work messages. It seemed that Dom’s team was investigating the corpse Mina found, and the lab was in the process of scanning as much information as possible from the evidence. Her mind flashed back to the grotesque image of the dead man and his red eyes. Goosebumps formed in her arms and she forcibly distracted herself from such thoughts.

 

She randomly looked up towards the kitchen, only to catch Rafayel looking at her. However, he never said anything, choosing to quickly look away in order to flip the chopped meat in the pan. Mina looked back at her phone, the aroma slightly calming her racing thoughts. 

 

The food was finally ready. He slid the bowl of soup in front of her and the steamy aroma caused her stomach to growl once more. 

 

“You really didn’t have to do this, Rafayel,” Mina murmured as he handed her a spoon. 

 

“Yet I did,” he responded, putting a bowl on the opposite side for himself before grabbing two cups of water. “So enjoy it.” 

 

With a sarcastic ‘yes, sir,’ she lifted the first spoonful to her lips to cool down before taking the first bite. She froze in shock, allowing the food to go down. “Since when could you cook?” 

 

“For as long as you could read.” He responded, but there was a smug smile on his lips. “Glad you like it.” 

 

What impressed her the most was that he was able to pull off a flavorful meal with the limited seasonings she owned. It was embarrassing how easily she got lost in enjoying the soup, but she blamed it on her hunger. “Thank you, seriously.” 

 

“You did it!” He cheered, which made her jump. 

 

“Did what?” 

 

“You finally said ‘thank you.’ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say those words out loud instead of just giving me some variation of a half-assed nod of approval?” 

 

Mina looked at him as if he grew a third eye. “I had no clue. Sorry.” 

 

“Wow, I am getting spoiled today!” He cheerfully clapped his hands together. “A ‘thank you’ and a ‘sorry’ all in one sitting? This feels like a holiday!” 

 

“Get over yourself.” Mina grumbled in discontent, finishing up the soup in a few more spoonfuls. She purposefully looked away from his cheerful expression, but was ironically fighting a smile herself. 

 

Truthfully, she had been in her head for so long. Balancing responsibilities were difficult while trying to maintain a healthy livelihood. She had no recollection of how many years-decades- she had to shoulder her burdens alone without the privilege of companionship. It was too dangerous for her to ever get close to anyone; bad luck knocked on her door each time she attempted to let others in, which led her to conclude that she never deserved it to begin with. 

 

As those thoughts sunk in, she was brought back to reality when she felt the burn in her throat and her eyes welling with tears. Her muscles stiffened when she felt one escape, quickly wiping it away with the hope that Rafayel didn’t notice. 

 

Unfortunately, he did. 

 

“I didn’t think I put that much spice in there,” he said. Despite the playful context of the comment, she heard his cautiousness. Mina quickly put her emotions to a halt, turning back to him with a lighthearted smile. 

 

“You put in the perfect amount, Rafayel.” She stood up while grabbing both of their cups to refill them with water. “Seriously, thank you.” 

 

She didn’t overlook the slight blush that developed on his cheeks before she retreated into the kitchen. 

 

 

 

Notes:

They have the cutest dynamic<3

Chapter 19: Eighteen

Eighteen 

 

The impromptu dinner Rafayel made for them was an opportunity to blackmail her into another job. When she used the term, he haughtily claimed that it was “an incorrect assumption” and that it was “only fair” due to going out his way to check if she was still an active member of society. 

 

Her paystub was supposedly going to the dress she would need to wear to the party she was attending with him. The celebration of life for the late art collector was to be held in a month's time. 

 

She had mixed feelings when it came to Rafayel. According to him, the two were officially friends. The source of Mina’s uneasiness was her lack of experience with close, platonic bonds. Her childhood never allowed for many to be within her circle, and her endeavors for the past few decades never made enough room for lasting relationships. It was a humbling experience, and one that likely resulted in a hollowness that would have been addressed if she had someone by her side for the sake of presence. In a way, it was pleasantly entertaining for the eccentric artist to extend that offer, but in the same breath it never assuaged her doubts.  

 

With depth came risk, and with it came loss. It was hypocritical of her to demand answers from Rafayel regarding his intentions and secrets, but it would be appreciated to have a clearer insight into his personal life. There were many ways to describe him, but straightforwardness was not one. 

 

She waited outside until Rafayel’s assistant arrived, watching him depart from the front of her apartment building. The tenants at the complex were mostly Hastapura members with the bare minimum of morally gray job descriptions. Her position had the courtesy of providing an open unit for her and establishing a deal with the landlord to allow her time to settle in. Despite Dom’s company being private, his close partnership with Hastapura and, in turn, important networkers in the N109 zone proved to have various benefits. 

 

Her obligations clouded her mind as she ascended the stairs to her front door. There was no doubt she’d hear back from Dom when it came to the missing scientist. Natalia provided in-depth information during their meeting, but it was blatant that there was still much to learn. A brewing rivalry was prevalent between Onychinus and Hastapura, and she wondered if a catalyst was in the making. 

 

Mina closed the door, letting out a yawn as she trotted through the foyer. The lighting was dim due to the sun’s slumber and minimal stars were seen through her windows. The unit’s air conditioning rumbled through the walls as a pleasant white noise. She had enough leftovers to last her a couple of days which were tucked away into the fridge. Her feet were leading her to her room, but her eyes caught something at her dinner table. 

 

More accurately: someone. 

 

All black apparel adorned a muscular build. Long legs leisurely stretched out on each side of the table’s leg. Her brooch was lazily being spun like a coin on the surface of the table with one steady finger. Red, watchful eyes contrasted the silvery white strands that framed an observant face. 

 

A face she memorized like the lyrical hymn of a choral piece. 

 

Mina’s eyes stared straight into his, unmoving. 

 

Unable to think. 

 

How was she able to think? All she could do was stare. 

 

And stare some more. 

 

“Your first instinct is not to attack, Ms. Hastapura?” Sylus inquired coolly with an arch of his brow. It invited a taste of emotion to counteract his stoic expression. “Surprising, considering that’s what you have done to my men. Multiple, in fact. Do you leave messy trails on purpose like a little mouse?”  

 

“You-you’re…” Mina breathed out, not moving an inch. Her body did not shake, but she felt trapped in the cold embrace of shock. She stopped herself, shutting her eyes before blinking them back open. “No, it’s always a game with you. What do you want?” 

 

“The only game is the one you started yourself.” He said. His tone had the neutrality of a prosecutor speaking before a judge. “If stealing a brooch is a cheat code, then your alliance with Hastapura must be another.” 

 

“The only cheat code is you.” She spat out. Her skin was acquainted with vapor. “Cut the act and tell me what you want. You steal my face and then have the gall to be him?! I demand the truth.” 

 

“Which is?” 

 

“You should know. You represent it.” 

 

A pause. He stopped spinning the brooch. “How interesting.” 

 

Mina chose to say nothing, her glower speaking for itself. A smirk grew on his face. 

 

“You must know my name then.” 

 

“Cut to the chase. I don’t have time for this.” 

 

“Fine.” 

 

Red streaks of energy grabbed her mercilessly and she was dragged to the dinner table. She was forcibly sat onto the seat across from the alleged imitation of Sylus. 

 

“What you said you were looking for,” he began while leaning forward, “is me?” 

 

Mina faltered, her doubt creeping in as she glanced away. Something was off about this. The uncanny valley that showed through Fate’s eyes was not present. Instead, there were indications of a real soul. Visible pores. The faintest freckles on sunkissed skin. Faint scars and deep callouses on his hand. There was that little mole between his pointer finger and thumb that could be easily overlooked by those who did not hold his hand religiously. Signs of familiarity and truth were too blatant to ignore. 

 

Oh. 

 

Oh. 

 

“So what you’re telling me,” Mina said slowly, the formation of vowels feeling foreign to her face. “Is that you’re who you say you are, Sylus?” She didn’t have the strength to look into his eyes; she needed the energy to receive and process the news of it all. 

 

“How could I not be, Your Highness?” He said her old title as if it were a mockery. 

 

“You…” Mina shakily looked back up at him, eyes as unreadable as when she walked in. “Remember why I’m here? You remember me, Sylus?” 

 

“I remember thinking that you were different.” 

 

She was afraid. “Because of…?” 

 

Something changed about him. His anger took control. “Your betrayal.” 

 

His hands slammed down on the table, leaning up to peer down at her with pure judgement and disgust. The brooch rolled off the surface, falling flat onto the floor. His Evol held her down as she squirmed from alarm, eyes widening with fear as the consequence of her decisions dawned on her. 

 

“You broke my trust yet demand my time through theft and murder?”  As he spat those words at her, Mina felt his anger burn her skin through the physical restraints of his Evol. The pain didn’t register. She shook her head with desperation, her rounded eyes softening to a pleading gaze. 

 

“No, Sylus. Your memory…there’s gaps—“ 

 

“The only gaps in my memory are my beliefs that you were trustworthy,” he retorted. “Yet here you are, showing your true colors. Time and time again.” 

 

“Sylus, love, let me show you—“  

 

“No,” He shot her down with no hesitation. The rejection ached more than the strain on her biceps. She shook her head once more in disbelief as he continued. “You need to leave.” 

 

“You know I can’t do that.” She told him, her voice weighed with sorrow. “I searched for you. Fought for you. Killed for you, Sylus. If you remembered, you would have never thought to say what you just did.” 

 

Their interaction was not supposed to happen this way. All their time apart was not in vain. Mina was convinced that he did not see the full picture, but the intensity of his feelings were dangerously convincing. She knew it. She felt it. 

 

 

“The only thing worth remembering…”  his fingers slowly reached out to hold her chin which forced her to look into both of his eyes. “…is that my sacrifice was for nothing.” The smallest fragment of vulnerability escaped through his voice. It sounded like exhaustion to her. 

 

She felt as if her heart stopped. Her hands shot up to his arm before he pulled away, holding on to the taught muscle. The vapor did not singe him. Instead, it embraced the warmth he provided. “You don’t mean that—“

 

“Leave this place.” He ordered once more. He pulled away from her, rising from the seat and stepping away. “It’s better off that way, at this point.” 

 

“That’s not true—“ she practically cried out. “I need to show you the truth, Sylus.” 

 

Her pleas fell to deaf ears. Sylus disappeared into wisps of red before she finished speaking. Frazzled, she stared at where he used to be. A flash of lighting appeared through the window, highlighting the suppressed pain and burden that weighed her features with thick frown lines and sunken eyes. 

 

The burn in her chest reminded her of the importance of inhaling. She gripped it, crumpling her shirt as she attempted to soothe the ache in her heart. Long dreadful stretches of silence ended with a bitter chuckle, escalating to a haunting fit of laughter. It hid the hollow reality of her spiritually drained soul. 

 

He was here. He. Was. Here.

 

The bleak interaction didn’t damper her hope that everything fate attempted to prevent would fall into place. 

Notes:

It only took 18 chapters, right?

Chapter 20: Nineteen

Nineteen 

 

He never took the brooch. 

 

Mina’s slouched posture at the dinner table remained unchanged as time passed through the window, the light rays of morning sun gently informing her of a new day. 

 

In her hand was the medal emblem that was warm due to her palm. The soulless gold eyes of the bird stared directly into her blank ones. 

 

He never took it away. She wondered why that was. 

 

A ping on her phone was heard, but it took her another hour to pick it up. The message from Dom informed her she had 36 hours until her next mission, but mentioned to stop by his office for the necessary equipment. 

 

Quickly refreshing herself, she made her way to his building, the lack of sleep making it hard for her to focus on what was physically around her. 

 

Why the fuck did he leave his brooch—

This case was a stepping stone to her answer, she concluded as she walked through Dom’s metal door. 

 

As always, Dom kept the meeting informing while keeping his words compact and intentional.

 

The corpse Mina found in the woods was a team member of the lab facility, but the clues hinted that it was likely not Felix Gamo himself. 

 

Hastapura crime scene specialists concluded that the dead scientist was in charge of either testing or observing the Draconic Wanderer in the area, only to fall to its demise. The ID on their coat was a huge key in locating the exact coordinates of the underground lab. Mina made no comment when Dom mentioned the confusion regarding why the corpse itself was not there, if there was a corpse to begin with.

 

Her objective was to infiltrate and attempt to locate Felix while gathering any information she came across. Dom gave her a compact device meant to capture photos and message Hastapura’s investigation agency. Natalia wanted any and all intel she could find, and Dom mentioned her fixed attention to Onychinus' alleged motives with this wanderer project. Sylus’ motives, Mina concluded to herself.

 

During their initial meeting, Natalia warned her about the potential of the Hunter’s Association poking their nose into the case, especially with the Wanderer’s protocore levels peaking at waves that were impossible to overlook. Mina wondered if the woman she ran into the other day, M.C.,  was one of many who were assigned to investigate or if she were a lone wolf. It was odd that a teammate was not with her at the very least, but she had minimal knowledge of Linkon’s agents. Perhaps Rafayel had some information about them. 

 

However, It wasn’t until she was informed of the Draconic Wanderers situation that she began to notice missing posters plastered on store windows and lamp posts while running errands. They all had one thing in common: last seen in isolated areas. 

 

If she knew that Sylus was behind Onychinus’ success, she would’ve attempted to join them versus accepting Hastapura’s offer. Now, she was in good standing to investigate the crumbs he seemed to be leaving for her as a rival. However, what bugged her the most was that he waited to seek her out. Theorizing made her feel strange when she pondered over it for too long. 

 

Yet he left that brooch. 

 

Once she was dismissed, she mindlessly descended the stairwell and made her way out to the empty street. It was slightly windy and hints of winter were beginning to make itself known. Mina’s eyes were downturned as she walked down the sidewalk, noticing the occasional cracks and discolorations on the pavement. She passed by large, reflective windows on a random building and mindlessly looked up at it. Her reflection had a smirk. 

 

Boo. 

 

Air quickly escaped her lungs and sight failed her and her head was quickly covered. Her fighting instincts disappeared as a wave of drowsiness hit her at once. 

 

Mina’s exhaustion was impossible to ignore. Blinking her eyes open, she winced at the ache in her head. Her powers had a mind of its own, twirling around her skin attempting to burn the binds she was in. 

 

Golden, mystical binds. Mina felt her heart drop as sweat formed at her hairline. The black, heeled boots in front of her were what she noticed first. Her eyes slowly panned up to take in the matching shade of slacks that covered feminine crossed legs, the well fitted blouse, and the beautiful sneer on a face that was a reflection of her own. She was staring at a clone of herself, but she knew who it was. 

 

“Mmm, all those years looking for that man yet he tells you to leave, Mina?” Fate tsked at her as their heeled foot swayed, a cheek casually resting on their hand that was propped on the chair arm.

 

“You love torture and aimless, delusional pursuits. It was entertaining at first, but now it’s getting old.” There were light chuckles and murmurs heard from behind Fate. Mina took in the dreaded scene. 

 

It was the cold courtroom with jarring pearl marble floors and walls she had been in before. The judge’s seat was empty, but the jury box was filled to the brim. 

 

They all had her face. Variations were evident, but there was no doubt she was staring at a dozen, dead versions of herself. Fate demanded her attention by snapping their fingers in front of Mina’s face. 

 

“We told you time was ticking. Now it’s time to prove your case, Devil.” 

Chapter 21: Twenty

Twenty 

Mina jerked against the restraints around her legs and arms; the marble chair she sat on was as stiff as the Deepspace Enforcers that surrounded the courtroom’s perimeters. The jury’s curious stares were locked on her. “Don’t you dare mock me,” she seethed, leaning forward to attempt shaking the binds off once more. “Take me back! You’re wasting my time.”

 

“No, you need a reality check.” Fate imitated a piranha from their slow strides around Mina. “Having that wretched demon coursing through your veins wasn’t enough, was it? Traversing space to find refuge in a random universe is one thing, but escaping this place and deviating from the Web? My, oh my, you keep me on my toes— and not in a fun way.” 

 

They rounded her once more before pausing in front of her, peering down with crossed arms and a judgmental glare. It was uncanny; Mina tried her best to hide her chills. “You’ve done enough tampering.” The variants of Mina expressed agreement to Fate’s words with claps and nods. Mina’s lips curled as she stared at Fate with a sparkle of challenge. 

 

“Yet the Judge isn’t here, are they?”

 

They slapped her. The sting was as intense as Fate’s scowl. Mina stretched her mouth in an attempt to alleviate the pain. 

 

“What makes you so special?” Fate hissed, storming behind Mina to grip her jaw with firm, callous intention. They pointed at the jury with a free hand. “Look around you,” they commanded. “All these variants that fulfilled their destiny to keep the Web peaceful. Why do you think you can get a pass to do defy the natural order ‘round here? Cause yours was oh so unfair? You think getting with that reincarnation will solve your problems? End a cycle, perhaps?” Fate chuckled darkly, shoving Mina’s head away like a ragdoll. “No, you’re too reckless. Too destructive. Too deviating.”

 

“What are you, a fear-monger?” Mina antagonized, feigning indifference. “I am the end of this disgusting, toxic cycle. You only want to be an obstacle to get in my head.” Mina turned to shoot a chilling, prideful smile at Fate, continuing her taunts by playfully taking her time to pronounce each syllable. “You’re all bark, no bite.” 

 

The jury whispered amongst themselves, actively reacting to the heated debate. Fate placed their hand on the back of Mina’s chair as they stepped back to the front. The antagonistic grin they wore was replaced with a sly scowl. “Oh, you have yet to know what a true bite feels like, deviant. I keep the order of timelines. I maintain the peace of the Web. Your curse will not taint its structure. Let. It. Go.”

 

“I’ll let it go when I’m dead,” Mina decided with a matter-of-fact tone. Her fingers began to twitch, but she quickly restricted it. “But that won’t happen soon, will it?”

 

Fate’s jaw clenched. Angered remarks and concerned comments buzzed through the jury. She heard their demands for consequences, but ignored their biased, useless opinions. She was intentional with her decisions and had faith in her instincts, even if it made her seem selfish. 

 

Being wrongfully accused of disrupting the natural order was sickening to hear. It made Mina’s desire to stand her ground even stronger. Fate put their hand up, and the voices ceased. 

 

“When the Judge returns,” Fate said coolly. “It will be a no-brainer to eliminate you and all future timelines. Is that what you want?”

 

“What I want,” Mina began, her menacing grin never faltering, “Is to see this through. I’ll prove to you that your interference will do more harm than good. This needs happen, and you know that deep down.” 

 

Fate appeared displeased, but regarded her with a raised chin and an apathetic gaze.  “Then I look forward to your conviction.” They snapped their fingers. 

 

A portal opened behind her that pulled gravity into the dizzying swirls. She felt herself dragged from behind by the vortex’s power. Before falling in and falling victim to its twists and yanks, Mina laughed, saying “bon voyage,” with a sarcastic brightness before the marble chair tilted.  

 

With a labored gasp, Mina sat up from the bed she fell on. Nausea bubbled in her gut and she hurriedly stumbled to her bathroom. Her forehead glistened with sweat as she released her sickness into the toilet, shaking in pain and exhaustion as she heaved in waves. Tears prickled her eyes as she sat back to catch her breath, then chose to lay on the cold wooden floor with hopes of regulating her temperature. 

 

★

 

Mina took herself fishing a few hours before her mission. Not too long ago, she purchased a fishing rod and the necessary supplies with hopes of a peaceful day to use it, but it dawned on Mina that it was up to her to make time for the things she wanted. What motivated her was that she no longer had the restrictions of etiquette and roles she once had as royalty. 

 

There were many days where she watched her father and younger cousin fish at the pond near the castle grounds, indulging in lighthearted banter while competing to reel in the biggest, mystical fish. Mina was only allowed to sit and watch the scenery if she wished to tag along. 

 

Now, she watched the bait descend the rocky riverbank’s depths, positioning her rod into the ground as she patiently waited for the reel to tug. 

 

She let the first couple of fishes free from her bait and gently introduced them to the water. There was no desire to take them back for dinner. The last one she caught, however, was big. It took a while for her to successfully tug it above the surface. When she successfully raised it out of the water, Mina let out a vocal cheer, observing its glistening scales and grabbing her phone to take a photo. Rafayel’s random messages caught her attention, and she decided not to set this particular fish free. 

 

As she rode back, her mind backtracked to her brief recapture. It was true she escaped, but she felt justified in her reasoning. She refused to allow anyone to determine what was right or wrong for her, especially since she had the privilege of choice.

 

If what she was doing was blasphemous, then why was she allowed to do as she pleased once more? It told her that Fate did not have full control over a soul’s existence; it was ultimately up to the Judge to determine a being’s continuation or cessation within the Web of fate. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she imagined the indescribable power the entity must have, and she spent her last hour ruminating over the theories. 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 22: Twenty One

Twenty One

 

Every creak, footstep, and suspicious noise was extra clear. Having eyes on the back of her head would have assuaged the ‘what if’s’ that swarmed her mind with each move she made. Shadows of Onychinus soldiers were threatening, cameras were harder to locate, and new entryways kept her adrenaline up. The unknowns behind each door she slid through gambled the risk of catching sight of the wrong person. 

 

Locating a safe entryway to the underground lab could have been easier, but it was not impossible. Luck was on her side when the ID of the late worker miraculously unlocked a side hatch that allowed her to descend a long, texturized metal ladder. It led to a tunnel that was the entryway to a complex maze. 

 

Mina attempted to study the map of the facility to the best of her ability, but a sense of direction was not a skill that came naturally. Life and death situations she had gone through helped her blossom from a lost lamb to developing a somewhat keen eye, but she still found herself prone to losing navigational senses. 

 

The layout of the underground facility did quick work to make her lose her sense of direction. It was up to the Gods above to ensure that she could get back where she started with no difficulty. 

 

Her breath held when she heard soldier and security voices bounce through the echoey enclosures. She remained crouched with alert eyes as some obliviously passed by her, her Evol a source of stealthy protection. Fortunately, many hallways had little to no light; the fluorescent hue with a light blue tint was sourced from unknown distances. 

 

Mina remembered to use her device to capture anything worthwhile. Glass panels that gave a glimpse to lab rooms. Labeled offices protected by metal doorframes. The most disheartening encounter she had was the cell room. She wandered down a corridor that housed rows of rooms enclosed by translucent glass. Inside were people, but it appeared as if they were unaware of her presence. The ones who appeared conscious had similar stances to a drugged victim, which caused her to feel a disheartened pang. 

 

There was something entirely off about Sylus’ character if he allowed for this facility to run while imprisoning civilians that were plastered on missing posters scattered throughout the N109 zone. It was no coincidence that Dragons found their way into the picture, but how? Were people being turned into these unique Wanderers? 

 

Or, were they already people descended from a Draconic bloodline? The people of this universe talk of dragons like an aged, dust-covered and forgotten myth, but no theory could be debunked without proof. 

 

Mina took photos of the cells and prepared herself to re-enter the hallways when she heard a thud above. She looked up, her Evol blanketing her as a precaution. The thud had a metal sound to it, making her assume it came from the air ducts. She automatically assumed the worst, looking around to see if there was a vent she could pry open. To her disappointment, the grate was too small for her to fit through. She continued her journey through the facility. 

 

With the exception of two lab coats working in isolated rooms, she ran into no scientists. Many of them were likely home or finishing up their shift around the time Mina arrived. Their lack of presence, however, was heartily filled by security and armed Onychinus soldiers who dominated the upper parameters and stations throughout the facilities. Mina had one scare of a potential spotting, but she shifted their attention to a crashing object she nudged off a table with a thin tendril. It did enough for her to turn a corner and ascend a stairwell. 

 

There was a size-able vent she spotted at the same time more footsteps reached her ears. Opportunities for cover were slim, which meant Mina had to make quick work to get the vent open. Confused voices were heard by the time she slid in and quietly crawled through the cramped ducts. Her nose scrunched at the smell of dust and an unknown musk; it took a lot in her to sneeze as quietly as possible. 

 

Sweat began to formulate in various crevices as she trekked along, peering into different rooms at every opportunity. Most were quiet with no lights. 

 

“…are you, Gamo?” 

 

Mina stilled. Bingo. She took extra precautions to quietly inch towards the conversation. Most of it was muffled, but she heard a sense of urgency from one of the voices. When she peered down, her heartbeat rang in her ears. 

 

Sylus was down there, her back facing her. She was able to make out enough of the other figure to conclude that it was who Natalia was looking for: Felix Gamo. 

 

However, she missed the majority of the conversation. Their meeting had a disruptive ending from the deafening sound of a gunshot. It took a lot of power within Mina to remain still as the loudness boomed through her ear drums. Her eyes widened as she witnessed what was next. 

 

Felix Gamo crumpled to the ground with red pooling out of his body. Two masked figures entered animatedly as they asked their boss what happened. Sylus, unmoving and silent, peered down at the fresh corpse. A few moments later, he spoke. 

 

“Luke, Kieran, clear this case up,”  Sylus threw something on the ground. “Someone has information I need.” Mina squinted to make out the small, metal mechanism de dropped. 

 

A gun. Did he kill the undercover scientist? 

 

His assistants were quick to do his bidding, momentarily leaving the room. While they were occupied, Sylus placed his hands in his pockets and turned around. 

 

“How about I start with you?” Mina’s assumption that he was departing was immediately trashed. Her breath caught when his piercing gaze looked up in her direction. “You can come out, little mouse.” 

 

Mina closed her eyes, finding mental strength for the upcoming interaction and allowing her Evol to gradually pull her down from the ducts. When she materialized, she felt a subtle throb in her veins. Unfortunately, it was getting close to finding a soul to consume once again. It was a burdensome task that sunk her deeper into guilt. 

 

Felix’s body was behind Sylus. She made slow, intentional strands around him to get a clear visual of the dead scientist. His appearance matched the file, but there was one thing that she noted. 

 

The front of his ID pinned on his chest had a completely different name: Fredrick Gamo. If he was supposedly undercover, it didn’t make sense for the name to be practically the same as his real one. She archived the suspicious clue and let out a low, gentle whistle, turning back to Sylus with saddened eyes. 

 

“I’m in a strange predicament with you,” Mina admitted, turning her head again to nod at the deceased figure. “Despite that, I want to be honest with you, even if it’s not what you wish for.” 

 

“Save it. The fact is that you didn’t leave when I told you to.” Sylus stated with his signature aloofness. However, the defensiveness in his tone was clear as day. If she wasn’t careful with her words, their interaction could cause a rift that was impossible to salvage. She let out a shaky breath before continuing. 

 

“There are two options you can choose from,” Mina began. She took out the device. “I could take a photo of this corpse, leave saying you murdered this man in a cold-hearted facility you fund, and complete my mission. Or…” she placed the device back in her pocket; she noticed his eyes slightly narrow.

 

Mina braced herself before she finished. “…you resonate with me. To learn the truth of what you lost. Which one, Sylus?” As she shakily held her hand out, her throat constricted as the vulnerability she offered bore itself to the person she wished least to reject it. Despite her fears, she faced his gaze with strength. “Choose wisely, my dragon.” 

Chapter 23: Twenty Two

Twenty Two 

 

The staring match was lethal. Heavy. Unbearable. She desperately wished that she could pick his brain to see what held him back. Everything she did was for the sake of being able to hold presence within his vicinity again, yet he stared at her as if she would throw him to the wolves when it served her best. 

 

“I think that it is your memory that has gaps, Mina.” He broke the silence with the slow, low timbre of his words. Mina’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Whatever tampering you did, I felt.”

 

Tampering. While subtle, her Evol shifted. She lowered her hand. “Sylus, please know I meant you no harm. I did what I thought was right. I was angry— no, I’m still angry. The loophole was meant to help us.” 

 

“That loophole was selfish.” His hands, now out of his pockets, were in tight fists. “I expected to see you in the flesh instead of nightmares.” 

 

Mina hesitated to respond once she heard the news, her lips parted in deep thought. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” 

 

“Yet it did.” 

 

Her guilt was all consuming. She took a small step towards him. “Fate captured me after your death. They delayed my progress, thinking that I am a demon for what I did.” Mina’s hand gravitated to her chest. “They are the demons trying to keep me from you. Please, Sylus. Let me show you.” 

 

“You could have told me before it happened.” His hands relaxed, but his body language was still reserved. 

 

“I should’ve, and I’m so, so sorry.” She reached out again. “Please.” 

 

Sylus’ jaw was clenched as he stared at her outstretched hand. Each passing second felt like a burdensome weight continuously added to her back. Her decisions were never meant to hurt him, and she could not find room to forgive herself for what she possibly did to him while they were separated. 

 

For a moment, she had hope. He began to reach out with a slow, cautious hand. Her heart punched in her chest with anticipation as it rose to meet hers. For a moment, there was nearly a ghostly touch. The lick of body heat she felt was the most comfort she felt in an eternity. She longed to rekindle the connection of smooth, firm skin that once rubbed small circles into her palm. Soon, it could happen. Soon, they could pick up the pieces Fate shattered for their pleasure. 

 

Sylus never moved his hand closer. 

 

“I know you’ve met her.” 

 

All thoughts were on hold. She zoned back in on his face. “Huh? Who?”

 

He let out a tired sigh before continuing. “Her soul feels like what yours used to.” His hand lowered back to his side. “Go. We won’t be alone soon.” 

 

His assistants were coming back. Mina felt sick to her stomach respecting his wish for her departure. The only memory on replay were his last few words as he kept distance between them.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Next chapter will be longer :)

Chapter 24: Twenty Three

Twenty Three 

 

Days dragged the moment she stepped foot into her apartment. All of her necessary tasks were done on autopilot: turn in mission evidence, debrief with Dom, refill the gas in her vehicle, start a large load of laundry, brush teeth. When she took herself on a walk, she hardly found herself appreciating the peaceful breeze, the transition of leaves, or the lack of litter on the trail’s grounds. When she dragged herself to a local gym, she hardly registered how irritated her knuckles were from burdening the punching bag with her stress. Her emotions simmered once the bag flew off the chain and she consequently received a dirty glare from a young woman working out nearby her. Embarrassed, Mina left soon after. 

 

As she made her way back to her apartment, her mind was stuck repeating phrases, replaying actions, and revisiting intel she gained from her mission the other day. Everything Sylus said haunted her consciousness in ways she never foresaw.

 

Never in her life had she felt more lonely than when she attempted to sleep that morning she returned. Her frown deepened, eyes unfocused as she continued walking. 

 

The buzz of her phone brought her back to reality. Rafayel. She bit her inner cheek before picking up. 

 

“You wanna know something, Mina? You have this fascinating habit of reading all my messages and questions yet responding with nothing. Silence. Ghosting is what people call it now. Are you a lurking spirit yourself?” Rafayel’s critical feedback filled her eardrum, which was no surprise to her. 

 

“I know, no excuse from me.” She responded sympathetically after he explained why it was rude not to respond to friends for the last few minutes. “I have a consolidation gift in my freezer. Are you home?” 

 

“Is it a dead body?” 

 

“Um…” Mina trailed. “Kinda?” 

 

“You’re full of surprises, cutie.”  

 

Mina felt herself become a little more grounded, her feet picking up as she walked. “I’ll be over soon.” 

 

“Can’t wait.” 

 

She gathered what she needed and traveled to the outskirts of Linkon where his residence was. It didn’t take long for the metal gate to open once she pressed the buzzer. She rode her bike up the expansive driveway until she was in front of the stairwell leading to his front doors. 

 

His assistant Mr. Benson opened the door but was accompanied by someone making their way out. The woman had on the signature Hunter’s Association garb and facial features Mina could recognize from across a large ballroom. 

 

M.C. looked surprised when she registered that it was Mina who took off the bike helmet. Her expression shifted into an amicable smile as she descended the last few steps to stand in front of her. 

 

“Ah, Mina, what a surprise!” M.C. held out her hand for Mina to shake. “I’m assuming you’re acquainted with Rafayel if you’re here?” 

 

Mina politely shook her hand with a courteous nod. “For more or less. Hired as a bodyguard.” 

 

“I see. He seems like a decent client.” 

 

“On his good days, yes.” 

 

M.C. chuckled at her lighthearted joke. “Glad to hear things are overall smooth.” She looked back up at the house, catching sight of Mr. Benson’s neutral stare. She turned back to Mina, her friendly demeanor settling into a professional exchange. 

 

“Since I’ve run into you again, I do want to go ahead and give you this.” M.C. reached in her pocket to take out a small card that she handed to Mina. She curiously took it, peering down to see that it was M.C.’s contact with the Hunter’s unicorn sigil printed on the corner. 

 

“If you ever notice anything concerning, or your client remembers something, feel free to call.” M.C. began to step away towards the front gate, giving her a small wave. “Have a good one.” 

 

Mina exchanged the common pleasantry, watching her depart before entering the home. She placed the card in her jacket’s pocket, intrigue burning in her mind. Mr. Benson welcomed her warmly and escorted her through the expansive abode. 

 

Modern, clean, and white with occasional sculptures and paintings scattered throughout the foyers and hallways. Plants stood tall near windows that reached the ceiling and complimented the pops of warm color featured on the fabrics of furniture. The natural sunlight that came through added a spacey, homey atmosphere that would make interior designers nod in approval. 

 

They arrived to their final destination; a loungeroom. Rafayel sat on a plush, burnt orange couch with a glass of water in hand. He was downing it as if a bet was placed on him for how fast he could empty the glass.

 

Mina walked up to him, holding out a small package in her hand. “This is for you, Whimsy.” 

 

With a refreshed sigh, Rafayel placed his water glass down and regarded the wrapped gift with wonder. “You weren’t kidding. How did you manage to fit a body in that little thing?” 

 

He took it and went to work unwrapping it. He blanched when he saw what it was. 

 

“Oh, it’s—“

 

Mina’s face fell. “Oh no, I never asked if you liked fish. I could take it back—” 

 

“No! I love seafood! It’s just that…” Rafayel grimaced before giving her the most painful smile she had seen from him. “Did you know that this one is poisonous?” 

 

Mina deflated and her eyes fell to stare down the nicely textured rug while her shoulders slightly drooped. “Fuck, this is embarrassing. I’m sorry…” 

 

“Hey now, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Rafayel reassured her with a desperate wave of his hand. He took a hold of her arm to pull her down to sit beside him. “You didn’t know, that’s all. It’s the thought that counts. There’s no need to wonder how good it makes me feel to know I was on your mind.” 

 

“But, I should have researched a bit more. I killed it for no reason.” 

 

“Don’t even go down that avenue, cutie.” He was trying to cheer her up. He picked it up from the wrapping, its bulbous eyes facing her as he pretended that it could talk. “I’m an invasive species; what a good riddance!”  

 

Once again, he made her laugh. She missed the way a genuine, positive emotion felt. Mr. Benson took the fish away after putting on plastic gloves, stating that he would be back with more water. They were immediately left alone in the room. 

 

“So what did you do to have the Hunter’s Association knock on your door?” Mina questioned, settling onto the couch herself. 

 

“I was on their long list of potential suspects.” Rafayel said with a roll of his eyes. “That deceased collector I mentioned, Raymond, owned a piece from me. He became sick not too long after buying the artwork from me. Maybe he had an allergic reaction to it and just…” Rafayel made a motion by pretending his neck was sliced by his hand. “...but honestly, who knows. Sad passing, honestly. Hope it gets figured out.” 

 

Mina placed a hand on her chin. “Wait, so say he had an allergic reaction from your painting. What materials did you use?” 

 

He shrugged. “I don’t know, a mixture of various sources. I was aiming for the boldest, daring red that no man on the market could replicate. They didn’t tell me much about how he reacted. I assume that's where the Hunter girl came in.” Rafayel yawned, leaning back on the couch with a lazed demeanour. “Honestly, all that questioning took me out. My poor brain is in scrambles.” Rafayel gave her a suggestive look. “I’ll be in need of your services. Plus, you seem like someone who appreciates changes in scenery.” 

 

He was referring to a hiking trail. Mina tried her best to suppress the disgruntled feelings that simmered within her for having to do an active activity. Rafayel was oblivious to her lack of commentary, droning about how he needed more filler ideas for his project. He was making his biggest collection to date, his plan to immerse his viewers in a turbulous world of emotion, symbolism, and wonder. Mina nodded along to his brainstorming, finding it hard not to notice the dead, brown leaves amongst the bush of fruitful berries. The ant pile that was drowned in water beside the bright purple flowers they passed by. Thin, gray clouds that slowly filtered through amongst the bright blue sky while a group of birds flew against the horizon. All beauty hid pain. Every beam of light overlooked a dark shadow. It was the little things that influenced the whole canvas. 

 

Mina sat with Rafayel on a boulder as he sketched. They made it to the top of the hiking trail that he so desperately needed a bodyguard for. However, he was quite disappointed that she couldn’t do much to deal with the mosquitos. He aired out his discontent as he scratched the exposed part of his neck multiple times. Mina cringed from how intensely he was doing it. 

 

“Don’t scratch your skin so hard,” she told him, gently pulling his hand away. “That’s how scabs are made. You have to use pressure and massage it.” 

 

Rafayel scoffed. “Seems like a myth. Where’d you learn that?” 

 

“From my aunt. She would come back from her travels in late summer with mosquito bites all the time, but had self control. When it became too much, she’d massage it.” 

 

“I still don’t believe it will work, but I’m willing to hear you out.” He leaned his neck, exposing it to her. “Massage it. Show me how to do it. It’s the least you can do since you didn’t swat them away in time.” 

 

“You always find an excuse to critique me, do you?” Her inquiry was complimented with a smile slowly blooming on her face. He shrugged as a response, waiting for her to do his bidding. Using her thumb, she pressed it against the mosquito bite. 

 

“Hey—! Not so hard, yeah? You’re near a puncture point— oh. Wait,” his expression relaxed as her thumb massaged it in mini circles. “It’s kinda sore but…relieving. How do you make it hurt so good?” 

 

“Practice and experience with my hands.” She joked. 

 

“Then they treat you well.” He approved with a relieved sigh. She chuckled with a shake of her head, giving the bite a couple more rubs before removing her thumb and turning back to the scenery. 

 

“I’m fucking boring.” Mina realized. 

 

Alarmed, Rafayel turned his full attention to her. “Where did this come from?” 

 

Mina shrugged herself, looking back at the brown leaves. “It just dawned on me. I have no hobbies. I work, I stress, and go home to see if I’m lucky enough to sleep. There are many things I could do, but it’s like there’s a brick wall stopping me from doing so.” She tapped her finger on her knee as she spoke, melancholy seeping through her vowel formations. “I feel very…surface level. One dimensional, maybe.”

 

“Well,” Rafayel pondered as he said this before speaking more. “What have you done before in your childhood?” 

 

Mina carefully thought before she responded. “Horseback riding. I was allowed to go on trails with my father that led to a pond. He would fish there as well, but never allowed me to.” 

 

“Why is that?” He asked with a curious tilt in his voice. Mina sighed. 

 

“Wasn’t fitting for a woman, I presume.” 

 

“Hm, sounds old fashioned. And rigid.” 

 

“He was. Very strict.” She agreed. 

 

He took his phone out, but Mina noticed his sketchbook while he typed. There were some rough sketches of the scenery, but she noticed the side profile of a woman on the corner of the paper. Downturned eyes with a furrow in the brow. It looked like her, and it confused her.

 

“Do you promise to release the poisonous ones?” Rafayel asked. Mina blinked, giving him a puzzled glance.

 

“What do you mean?” 

 

“The fish we catch. Honestly, this is an absurd hobby, but we should do something about the whole ‘boring as fuck’ propaganda you’re promoting. There’s also this mountain trail that offers horseback transportation if that’s more up your alley.” He seemed focused. “Actually, I know a guy where we could get a private booking--”  

 

“Rafayel, we don’t need to do that. I’m just talking out loud.” 

 

“If you mean the fishing, sorry, too late to deny. We’re going to try these rods I just ordered. They seem quite advanced. I’ve been meaning to check out this one lake; I heard that there are these particular flowers that make the nicest hue of fushia. Killing two birds with one stone.” 

 

Mina bit the inside of her cheek, the question that lingered in her mind for weeks being too urgent to ignore at this point. “Rafayel, can I ask you something?” 

 

He looked up from his phone to look at her, motioning for her to continue. “Go for it.” 

 

“It’s just…why do you do all of this? I know you said we are friends and all, but-” she pointed to herself “I’m literally the most random person you could have befriended. I don’t understand why you want to hang out with a busy N109 guard who hardly has  time or motivation to make dinner for herself, let alone indulge in hobbies.” 

 

To her surprise, Rafayel grinned at her question as if he was holding back a laugh. “Honestly, cutie, there’s a lot of people that bore me to tears but you are not one of them.”

 

“So that’s why you always complain when I don’t message you back in a timely manner? I supply your dopamine hits or something?” 

 

“When you put it that way you make me sound like some addict.” 

 

“Didn’t mean to, but…is there something going on that I should know?” 

 

“My gosh, no! Can’t I just desire quality time with you?”   

 

“I’m not saying you can’t,” she sighed. “It’s just that I want more insight on the reasoning behind it. You say I don’t bore you, but how? You say you desire quality time with me, but what made you feel comfortable enough to admit that?” She crossed her arms while her spine tensed. “I just want some clarity, that's all I ask for at this point.” 

 

Rafayel stared at her with an unreadable expression. Mina did not relent eye contact. With a final sigh, he looked back at the sky. “Ugh, fine.” A beat of silence. “Then promise me one thing.” 

 

“Should I?” He threw at her an annoyed glance.

 

“Fucking duh. What am I a liar?” 

 

Her eyebrow rose immediately, but never commented. “Go on.” 

 

“Promise to help me not push you away.” 

 

She was bracing herself for an outlandish want, but was left speechless by the thoughtful request. He didn’t look at her while saying this, starting intently at the purple flowers nearby that were beginning to wilt due to the weather cooling. He continued speaking. 

 

“There’s depth to your story that deserves to be heard. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I was careless and missed the opportunity to be an ear for you. I’m in the dark with most things, but what I do know is intriguing. So, promise to help me not lose this chance.”  

 

“I…” Mina struggled to find a fitting response. “You’re very good at leaving me speechless...” 

 

“But is it accepted?” 

 

Something about him bugged her. She felt like there were many aspects revolving around Rafayel’s emotional desires that she was oblivious to. However, she felt a lot of it was due to her lack of knowledge of where his mind was. It didn’t make sense to take his words as a surface level request, but she was not comfortable enough to pry answers from him just yet. She always sensed that there was a part of Rafayel that was not ready for her deep, invasive questions. Maybe, with time and interaction, he would reveal more of himself. 

 

“Yes, I’ll accept.” She agreed. “Only if you promise to tell me what you’re thinking more often. I tend to feel confused by you.” 

 

“In what ways?” 

 

“I’m trying to figure that out, honestly. You know more than you let on, but I also respect you enough to not pry.” 

 

This was the most mature version of Rafeyel she had ever seen of him. Instead of his typical witty counter, he ruminated on her request with a hum and a nod. He turned the page on his sketchbook, picking up his pencil to etch new lines and shadows on the parchment. She turned away, staring at the dying flowers in thought.  

 

“Thank you, Mina. That alone means more than I let on.” 

 

What he said stunned her, but warmed her heart. 

 

“Thank you as well, Rafayel.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

I wasn’t kidding when I said this chapter would be longer! I’d love to hear what you all think of everyone thus far in this fic. Once again, thanks a bunch for the kudos!!!

Chapter 25: Twenty Four

Interlude: Twenty Four 

 

She remembered how the flip in her stomach felt when she received a message. It was a bookmark tucked in the page of her favorite book left on her designated table in the library. Servants knew not to arrange or clean her desk; a boundary she made abundantly clear during her teenage years as more opinions and emotions were scribbled onto bound paper. 

 

The bookmark and the book told her one thing: her favorite guard was waiting for her. She descended the stairwell connected to the library, traversing through dimly lit halls until she reached a small, overlooked door that led to a chamber. One knock, then she pushed through. 

 

She felt him before she saw him. A giggle escaped her lips when his hands came up to cover her eyes, the two taking steps backwards until she impatiently turned and cupped his face with her hands. She wasted no time kissing him. 

 

“You’re the worst-“ peck, “-for making me-“ another peck, “-wait so long,” Mina admitted between her loving kisses. Sylus, with his own hands tangled in her hair, broke their exchange to give a tender one on her forehead. 

 

“Would you rather make everyone suspicious?” He chuckled. “Unless you enjoy that type of headache.” 

 

“What if I do?” She challenged, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “A little scandal wouldn’t hurt, no?” 

 

“You’ll eat those words, My Lady,” Sylus playfully warned, his arms descending to wrap around her waist in order to pull them even closer. “Danger is not something to take lightly." 

 

“Neither is my appetite.” She responded, intention laced in her voice like an alluring trance. Her hands slid down to his chest to give a slight push, signaling him to place his back against the stoned wall. “Would you protect me from that too?” She asked with a hush, eyes narrowing to drink in his features. 

 

Sylus’ eyes narrowed as well, leaning closer to tease another kiss. “And what would that entail, My Lady?” 

 

“Satiating it. That’s the oath you chose to make.” 

 

“How naughty of you.” His hand crept up her spine, guiding itself to her scalp to give a light pull to her hair. Mina responded with an arched neck, attempting to kiss him. However, her efforts fell short when the gentle grip he had on her hair stopped her like a leash. “I can’t break my oath, it seems.” 

 

“Then fulfill it.”

 

 It was all she needed to say.  

 

“At once, My Lady.” 

 

They found a rhythm, beginning with slow breaths and accelerating with deep lip bites. Hands gripped and clung like a lifeline, mending a pit that grew with distance and stolen glances. Their affair left Mina in a constant state of hunger, pining for each moment she had an excuse to touch him. To breathe him. To love him. 

 

It was becoming difficult to contain the fires that consumed her being with each passing season. All stolen moments fueled the inferno, its smoke crowding her lungs to swirl within her brain. Every gasp for air was mixed with heat and soot, threatening to burn her as flames flickered higher, longer, stronger. She didn’t know how long she had, nor how long it would sustain. However, if it burned her, she would reminisce on the battle scar, acknowledging the pain but indulging in the pleasure. 

 

If only bloodline was not a curse. If only choice was a priority. She fell victim to her status, her duty, her secrets. They shared much, but couldn’t make it widespread. The reality pained her and she only had her lover to confide in, who was just as burdened as she was. 

 

Maybe, just maybe, their reality could change for the better. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 26: Twenty Five

Twenty Five 

 

Screams filled her eardrums before the gunshots did. 

 

Jumping up from her bed, she hauled on clothing, grabbed her nearest gun and knife, and quickly left her apartment. It was nothing short of chaos outside. Wanderers breached this section of the zone, stampeding through the streets like soldiers following orders. Their captain was easy to spot. 

 

It was the same Draconic Wanderer from the week before; its blinded eye narrowed as its growl rumbled through the streets. It was acquainted by another, smaller in stature but equally aggressive. Residents in the area fled or attempted to fight, but casualties were already becoming apparent. 

 

Mina pushed her alarm to the side and went straight into action. She began with the three wanderers closest to her complex. Bullets flew from her gun as she maneuvered around their violent swipes and advances. Buildings cracking from damage surrounded her aural senses. 

 

Evol usage was not the wisest decision to make; the minute she tried to burn the flesh of a Wanderer, her veins protested and she recalled the vapor while curse words broke through her clenched teeth. Mina didn’t find time to take up any bounties to satiate its hunger, but she knew time was ticking. For the time being, she had to rely solely on her physical skills. 

 

Two other Hastapura guards were near her, appearing equally as frazzled yet alert as her, and they all made a joint effort to neutralize the beasts. The only words used were signals and warnings, resulting in an effective fight. It wasn’t until the last Wanderer materialized away when she placed all her focus on the Draconic Wanderers. 

 

Combat was not a skill she learned through conflict; she was taught within the safety of the castle’s training grounds during her years as a princess. Behind every royal member was a warrior and the duty to learn the strategy behind battle calm. A tradition she had no choice but to follow, but it proved to serve her well for as long as she lived. 

 

For now, its use was to keep others from facing an immature death. A blast from one of the Draconic Wanderers flew towards a group of people with fiery intensity. The attack missed the majority by a hair strand, but they still experienced impact through the gust of heat and the vibrational impact of its landfall. Mina managed to pull someone away from being burned from existence, the both of them rolling on the ground. 

 

She quickly rose, shooting bullets at a nearby Wanderer to keep its attention off unarmed citizens. Before she could make an aggressive advance, her arm was pulled. Startled, she looked to see who it was only to quickly regain her composure. 

 

Natalia. The set brow and tense jaw she had told Mina that she was nowhere near ecstatic. 

 

“Get the civilians to safety,” Natalia ordered. She noticed a new wave of heavily armed fighters that arrived with her, their black boots stomping in uniformity towards the Wanderers. “Once you do, find me again. We need to talk.” 

 

Her stomach dropped, but she nodded and stayed near the civilians, helping to create clear pathways for their escape route. She noticed an older woman nearby on the ground, grimacing from the pain her injured leg blatantly caused. Mina hoisted the woman up onto her back, carefully gripping her thighs as she tiredly wrapped her arms around Mina’s neck. 

 

Mina stole a glance over her shoulder, and her eyes widened. She witnessed Natalia raise a pointed finger. A blast of light too bright to stare at shot from the finger pad and zoomed through the biggest Wanderer’s head. It dropped in an instant, small particles turning into huge clumps of energy as it materialized away. The other Wanderer faced the same fate. The screech of another Wanderer brought her back to her senses as she trekked to safe spot for the woman on her back.

 

Natalia was not hard to find in the hours following the peak of the incident. Once the attacks officially ceased, the aftermath was prevalent in the environment. Rubble from buildings littered the streets. Streetlamps and electricity wires were broken and tangled. Fluorescent lighting of miscellaneous advertisements and stores were either glitching or permanently dead. 

 

Near a crumpled building stood Dom and Natalia, loosely surrounded by guards and unknown, masked soldiers. Mina made her way through to join their hushed discussion. Dom turned to her first, giving her a polite nod. Natalia did the talking. 

 

“If you live near here, find another spot. We were compromised. That attack was not coincidental,” her voice was firm like steel, but irritation was evident on her face. “One more thing. I want you at a meeting later. Dom will send you the coordinates. You’ll be a guard, but we primarily need your ears. Afterwards, we will puzzle some pieces together.” 

 

“Yes, ma’am,” Mina responded, her mind still frozen until it was safe to digest what all had happened. She noticed Dom’s sympathetic gaze, but didn’t acknowledge it. All her energy was used to remain mentally present in the discussion, yet the tension she felt remained once it concluded. The information she learned caused an internal, emotional tug as she braced herself for what was to come. 

 

She went back to assess the damage of her unit. Her apartment complex fell victim to the attacks, huge gaps and piles of debris mixing with the brick and rubble from other buildings. Within her unit, water puddled the floor from a bursted pipe and her living room wall crumbled. Stress settled into her chest as she took a deep breath, placing her hands on her hips as she mulled over her next steps. 

 

An idea passed through her mind, and she decided to commit to it before she second guessed. 

 

Mina (02:13 AM): Apartment’s destroyed and I need a spot to store my stuff for the time being. Expect me at your place soon. 

 

Her personal possessions could fit inside a storage trunk that she could attach to her motorcycle. It wouldn’t take her long to find a new place, but she planned on finding a spot that was suitable to her tastes: private and in an area less prone to sudden attacks. A response was delivered to her phone quickly. 

 

Rafayel (02:15): Ofc it did 

 

Rafayel (02:15): You have a LOT of explaining to do

Chapter 27: Twenty Six

Twenty Six 

 

For the umpteenth time, Rafayel offered her a full time job. He proposed a flexible schedule, minimal mental (and physical) strain, and handsome pay which he deemed as the most appealing prospect. 

 

For the umpteenth time, Mina declined. She was head deep in ordeals which would be seen as improper to high tail from. Additionally, there were a lot of questions she needed answers to and loose ends to tie. When he asked what the unfinished business could be to downturn such a gracious offer of employment, she didn’t provide much of an answer. 

 

“Not sure where to begin,” she shrugged, slouched on his couch. Rafayel was beside her, a yawn away from deep slumber. He loosely held a glass of wine that was a sip away from being emptied. “But I won’t deny that it would give me the closure I need.” 

 

“Will you at least not decline just one glass of wine with me?” He asked this as if he never drank anything to begin with. 

 

“Um,” Mina rubbed the side of her neck. “Let’s raincheck that.” She didn’t want to go down that road. 

 

All she could mull over was the meeting she was asked to be present in. Natalia seemed set on settling the situation with the Draconic Wanderers. It would be interesting to see how it played out, as well as who could all be there. The only thing she was aware of was that it involved Onychinus. Every time she thought of Sylus’ name, she felt her heart sink. Could there ever be an interaction between them that went the right direction? She was so close to having a breakthrough with him, yet it felt like Fate found every excuse to pull the opportunity away. 

 

The dull throb of a headache was persistent. Mina tried her best to ignore it as she stood to the left of Natalia, who patiently sat at the head of an oval, mahogany conference table. Dom, her main assistant, and two others sat in the chairs closest to Natalia. The other half of the room was empty. She had a full view of every face. 

 

Mina had no knowledge of how this meeting would go. It felt like she was pulled into a pre-existing conflict that was only heightened by recent developments. She wondered if there would be any enlightenment regarding Felix Gamo’s case. Dom didn’t know much himself when it came to the nametag Felix wore during his passing. When Mina was asked if she saw who killed him, she only said that she found him that way. Omitting Sylus’ appearance was a gamble on wise decisions, but she did not take that detail for granted. 

 

The conference room was already quiet, but the growth in tension made it much more apparent. Sylus, alone, made his appearance known with a subtle gust of energy. 

 

She felt her spine freeze and her breath hold. Mina had no expectation when it came to who would all represent Onychinus, but it didn’t cross her mind that the leader would not have any company beside his rival group. 

 

Natalia, as prompt as ever, stood. “Sylus,” she nodded. When Sylus sat at the other end of the table, quiet confidence oozing from every motion he made, Natalia sat back down with her clasped hands supported by her elbows on the table. “How should we start this discussion?”

 

Sylus, leaned into his chair like a relaxed monarch, reminded Mina to exhale when a smirk made its way onto his face. “We know how it will end, so let’s get to the point. That is your preferred style, of course.”

 

Natalia challenged him with a smirk of her own, eyes locked onto his. “You know me too well. I’ll start off with this: why did Wanderers, appearing as dragons, waltz into my sector and kill a handful of my people?”

 

It was an intimidating debate to witness. While Sylus’ demeanour reminded her of a calculated ringleader, Natalia was the reflection of a chilling executioner. She seemed experienced in the art of a sharp tongue, understanding when to aim and how hard to hit. Both players understood the game, waiting for the other to take the bait to pull a checkmate. Mina was unsure who the winner could be. 

 

“When I heard news of it, I figured there was more to the story.” Sylus responded, giving no hint of his next move. “Hopefully, we can come to a consensus.” 

 

“Indirect, yet polished answer.” Natalia commented. “The consensus depends on you. We spoke before about this…research. If I remember correctly, you expressed concerns of me overstepping boundaries. But what made you believe it was okay to overstep yours?” 

 

“Remind me of them. Just to make sure there was no lapse of judgement.” Sylus had yet to look over at Mina, but no eyes were needed to feel the attention. He was too aware of her presence. Something within her tugged, and she hoped it wasn’t her delusions overplaying its part within the scenario. 

 

“For one, the N103 zone. Neutral territory, as you know. We couldn’t help but trace two things. Protocore activity and missing persons.” Natalia’s clasped hands settled onto the top to the table, her back still straight with elegant poise. “This new breed of Wanderers conveniently find themselves on my side of 109. Quite the commute, yes?”

 

“Agreed,” Sylus responded. “However, I am in the dark in the same ways you are. I do not endorse research on protocores, nonetheless innocent people.” 

 

“That does not give me much clarity on why one of your dead researchers was found on a testing ground not far from your alleged research lab.”

 

Mina’s body tensed even more. Natalia’s assistant displayed a digital projection on the table. 

 

It was a collage of photos showcasing the scene in the forest. She recognized the images of the blood-stained labcoat and I.D., the lack of a corpse reminding her of how bright their bugged eyes were. She contained a shiver. 

 

Sylus viewed the evidence, his poker face easily mistaken as boredom. “Elaborate on how this makes me a primary suspect for Wanderers attacking your area. The lack of a corpse doesn’t help.” 

 

“No,” Natalia agreed. “But this does.” 

 

The images cleared to leave space for a new set: the photos Mina took from her infiltration. Multiple were shown of the silhouettes of prisoners that were in the cells. Other images showcased scientists working behind glassed windows, suspicious lab rooms, and a couple of names that were found throughout the facility. A new tab appeared that connected a list of names to faces, which all led to a single denominator: Onychinus scientists. 

 

It seemed to be that something dawned on Sylus. His smirk only grew, his eyes glancing from Natalia to Dom. One could blink and Sylus’ eye contact with Mina was faster. She felt a jolt to her system at the brief gaze. His eyes settled back on Natalia. 

 

“Clever, Ms. Natalia.” Sylus commended, though he did not appear backed into a corner. “If I were an outsider, I would be quite convinced.”

 

Natalia’s eyes narrowed. “Then what would it take to make the leader of Onychinus admit to guilt?” 

 

His answer was simple, yet caused a range of reactions. “Not using bait to frame a harmless case, for one.” Sylus looked over at Mina, this time holding the gaze for a beat longer. She felt like a deer in headlights, her headache worsening from the intense exposure. Her arms rubbed at the veins on her forearms. There was no need to look down to know the tints of black were deepening. 

 

Natalia scowled at Sylus while Dom’s eyes switched between the two crime leaders. Her assistant, though stoic, adjusted her glasses. 

 

“Sylus, you of all people should know what will happen when I release this,” Natalia warned, her voice laced with an apathetic caution. Mina wondered what it would take for her to press the red button, and what would ensue. 

 

“And you of all people should know how we handle threats, Ms. Natalia.” Sylus countered, rising from his seat as if it were the end to a mundane briefing. “I look forward to seeing how we resolve this situation. My condolences for your losses.” 

 

“The same to you.” Natalia ended, snagging on a comment that felt like a double edged sword. Her sharp gaze reminded Mina of the way the Draconic Warrior collapsed.  “For all past, current, and future occurrences." 

 

Though the meeting ended, a new wave of questions worsened Mina’s state of confusion. There was much more than meets the eye, and a lack of time to make sense of it all. The sinking feeling came back once Sylus disappeared, but she had no intention of exposing her skeletons to her current allies. Natalia requested a conversation with Mina, and an idea scratched its way into her sore mind before she sat across from her. 

 

Perhaps, the best source of clarity was where it began: the lab. 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 28: Twenty Seven

Twenty Seven 

The dull ache of her veins were a familiar burden, but it was the hunger that became difficult to shoulder. 

 

She found herself outside the lab facility once more, breathing heavily while observing the number of guards nearby.  The venture being a personal agenda meant she lacked access to the entrance she used before. One of the guards had a key, but it was a mystery how she would obtain it without violence. No vantage point seemed to offer a high success rate in swiping an I.D. from the back of a guard’s belt. The level of security was rather serious.  

 

There was a small window of chance she used to move to where the hatch was, peering at the scanner attached to it. The block of metal was hidden by overgrowth and some shrubbery, but the dull glow of the security scanner was on beside the hatch’s door. There wasn’t a way to tamper with it; she was apprehensive of breaking it due to the chance of an alarm blaring. 

 

“Hold it.” 

 

Mina felt a gun pressed to the back of her head. She stilled. 

 

“Stand up. Slowly.” 

 

She did as told, carefully rising while holding her hands up. Subconsciously, she licked her lower lip.  

 

“Can we work something out?” Mina asked in the most innocent voice she could muster. “It would be a shame if this became messy. I want to stay in his good graces, after all.” His distrusting eyes and tone still rung in her mind. 

 

“Who brought you here?” The Onychinus guard demanded. Another guard made their way towards them observing their exchange. Mina sighed.  

 

“Your boss, who else?” She slowly turned her head to look at the man with round eyes. The barrel felt cold against her scalp.  “I’m already on thin ice. Let’s keep this quiet, just this once.” 

 

Her headache was pounding. 

 

“Don’t engage. It’s not worth it.” The other guard piped in. He pointed his gun at her. “Let’s get this over with.” 

 

In the reflection of his helmet, her eyes flashed red. The bullets shot through their weapons, but were quickly dissolved. Vapor surrounded both of their bodies, their yelps of pain dissolving as their souls dimmed by the minute. 

 

Two bodies instead of one; she was reminded how good it felt to have a clear, sharp conscience. Energy thrummed through her as the rejuvenation set place.  

 

Alarmed guards stormed their way towards her location. Mina dissolved into the shadow as if she were a droplet joining a pool, watching their flashlights swivel around the guards’ corpses. Their lead barked commands to scope the area. Boots stomped the ground in a frenzy. She patiently watched them scatter like ants before picking up an I.D. from one of the deceased guards. 

 

She slowly materialized the rest of her body from the ground, making her way to the hatch once more. It didn’t take long to make her way down the cool ladder, landing onto the concrete ground with an echo. The vapor danced across her skin before settling, but the weight of her decisions continued to fester in her mind. 

 

Finding the office Felix may have used was her best lead. There were a lot of gaps to fill, and it began with the biggest one: who was Felix pretending to be? Fredrick Gamo was a suspiciously close alias to go by, and Mina found it odd that it took as long as it did for Sylus to notice and then kill him when she happened to be present. Additionally, she never knew Sylus as one to experiment on others for personal gain, yet the odds didn’t appear to be in his favor from her perspective. The drive to find out the truth on her own terms was strong; she had no time for suspicions to fester. Especially from Natalia. 

 

After multiple locked rooms, the door to a random, bland office pushed forward. She wasn’t sure who occupied it, but the computer on a desk caught her attention. It didn’t surprise her that it was locked and she began looking around for any hints. 

 

No luck on a password, but she found a key. Narrowing her eyes, she took it. The key led to a file cabinet on the other side of the room. It didn’t budge at first, but the lock clicked once she inserted it.  

 

Files were inside, with tabs. Finding the letter G, she sifted through the paperwork. She found the surname she was looking for, but her eyebrows furrowed while reading the sheet. 

 

It was Felix. Same hair, same glasses, and same eyes staring neutrally at the camera. The only difference was that he looked younger in the portrait, and was named Fredrick on the form. It stated that he had been a worker for over ten years.

 

To what lengths did Natalia ensure that he could infiltrate? Was his true name Felix or Fredrick? If Dom was not sure when she asked, then something was not adding up. 

 

Or was it ever an infiltration to begin with? 

 

“Boss was right about you.” 

 

Mina quickly turned her head to see two masked men. One was casually propped on the desk swinging his legs while the other was sat on a chair across from it. Both of their masks appeared to be in the shape of crows. The one on the desk spoke.  

 

“We saw the way you killed those guys. Don’t worry, we’re not in the mood for a fight.” 

 

“You must be his assistants then.” Mina theorized. She remembered seeing them through the grates when Felix was killed. The twists she went through were always sudden, but this was a turn she could work with. “Why isn’t he here himself?” 

 

“Said he was tired.” The one in the chair shrugged. “Plus, we were a little antsy to get out.” 

 

“Plus, how could we not say no to meeting you? You’re as strange as he said!” The one on the desk added cheerfully. 

 

“Luke, we talked about social etiquette,” the other snapped. “This isn’t a family reunion.” 

 

“But she seems okay-ish, Kieran!” Luke complained, crossing his arms. “You’re so pessimistic. She could be friendly for all we know.” 

 

“I can be, if you take me to him.” Mina added. They both put their attention back on her. “That’s all I ask.” Another chance was not guaranteed, and she would do what was necessary to be in front of him. 

 

The two boys looked at each other. “Don’t jump the gun. That’s quite the request.” Luke said. 

 

“Why?” 

 

“Because we are still trying to figure you out. Something's fishy about you.” Kieran said. 

 

Mina was growing impatient. The room dimmed as vapor surrounded them and clung to the walls. “Then let’s clear the air. Take me to him.” 

 

“I don’t think threats will do you many favors,” Luke practically squeaked looking around the room like there was a galaxy to discover. Luke elbowed him in the side. 

 

Mina’s fists curled. “It got me this far, though.” 

 

“There’s no need for all of this.” 

 

Sylus was behind her. The vapor gradually dispersed as she calmed. He stepped in further, putting his full attention on his assistants. “Luke, Kieran, you may go.” 

 

“But boss,” Luke whined. “We just got here! If we knew you were going to pop in so quic—“ 

 

“Not now.” Sylus gave them a look, one that commanded obedience. “Check Mephisto.” 

 

Luke and Kieran groaned in unison, but made their way out of the office. Their grumbles and light banter were heard down the hallway. 

 

The two were finally alone. 

 

Mina rounded on him, eyes softened. “Listen, I wanted the chance to talk to you when we—“ 

 

Sylus held his hand up to interrupt, walking over to the desk to lean against it. Mina’s parted lips turned into a firm line as she remained quiet. His gaze shifted down, but went back up to her eyes. 

 

“Your veins changed color.” 

 

The comment took her aback. She looked down at her arms, a light scoff leaving her lips as they settled into a slight smile. Her mind began to wander, not responding for a few moments. 

 

“I used battle calm the other day. Felt nostalgic,” she began, her gaze moving to the stack of papers near Sylus’ hand. “Stay aware of each limb. Calm your heart. Move with intention, not reactivity. I heard those steps in your voice.” She reminisced. Her arms crossed as she rubbed her forearms. “I think about those mornings a lot. Funny enough, it surprises me how much I looked forward to those training sessions once it finally clicked.” 

 

She was met with silence. Her eyes focused more on the details of the paper. She noticed a slight curl on the edge, but couldn’t make out the small print. She continued. “Do you remember the last part?” 

 

It took a moment for Sylus to respond, but she noticed the way his hand subtly gripped the table a little more. “Accept pain as presence.” He finished. Mina finally looked into his eyes, only to find that he was not focused on her. There was a faraway look that complimented his guarded frown. 

 

“Why here of all places, Mina?” He asked, though the answer was obvious. 

 

Mina took a step towards him, taking in the handsome features she dreamed of seeing again for years. “It was the only crumb you left me. A confusing, layered crumb at that.” Emotion began to hit her and she gulped. “Was it to push me away, or question your intention? All of this seems…out of character.” 

 

It undoubtedly hurt how it took so much to finally stand before him.  He was quiet, reserved, and his usual smirk was replaced with complex rumination. Everything about him seemed murky, from his tensed shoulders to clenched jaw. When Sylus looked in her eyes, the same exhaustion was present. 

 

“You are adamant.” 

 

“I am hopeful.” 

 

“For what?” 

 

She took another step towards him. He never broke eye contact. “To pick up the pieces. Is there more to the story in this room?” 

 

Back and forth. Their eyes moved between each pupil. “There always is.” He admitted. 

 

“Even these monsters? The ones who look like Dragons?” 

 

It was then that she noticed a slight twitch above his cheek. “Don’t bother looking into this. Or working with them for that matter.”  

 

Mina shook her head. “I know too much to not look into it. Things aren’t adding up, Sylus.” 

 

His eyes narrowed. “Then you’d know that these questions are pointless.” 

 

Mina hummed in acknowledgment. This was the closest she'd been to him, and she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. 

 

She deserved to want more. 

 

Her shoes nearly touched his, and she had the pleasure of basking in his body heat after years of coldness. She broke eye contact to look at his hand again. Gently, she placed hers on top of his. He didn’t move, so she kept going. 

 

Her fingers slid across the skin of his, lifting his hand up in hers. She watched as their palms connected. 

 

“Is this pointless?” She wondered, her voice hardly above a whisper. Mina glanced up to see that he was watching their hands too. The subtle tremor of his hand persisted as their fingers interlaced, and her vapor slowly rose from her skin to wrap around his. It hugged him like a lover would. 

 

Mina closed her eyes, allowing the walls of emotion to finally collapse. She was consumed by swarms of depth, waves of joy, and blasts of comfort. Every nerve in her body shuddered with relief. Every pore was filled with completion. The bones in her body were reinforced with purpose. 

 

It all came together. 

 

Mina felt power. True, unfiltered power. Weight was lifted off her shoulders as she consumed all the energy offered to her. 

 

Her soul felt whole again, after a drought of longing. 

 

Eyes welled with tears as she blinked them open, a genuine and relaxed smile brightening her face. Validation rose from its slumber at the sight of his being. 

 

They finally resonated. 

 

Sylus was already looking at her, but the longer she stared, the more her face fell to match his concerned one. 

 

Something wasn’t right. 

 

“It’s just as I thought,” he said with a heavy voice. It was thick with darkness, like wretched goo stuck within the wrong places. What he mourned was within whatever vision he was shown.

 

Or felt. 

 

She didn’t have the heart to ask what was wrong, but he answered despite her fears.  

 

“You’re dead.” 

 

 

Chapter 29: Twenty Eight

Twenty Eight 

His hand was becoming limp in her hold, but she held on. The effect of his words caused ice to slowly form within her again. 

 

Mina let out a dry snort while shaking her head profusely. “Did you just say that I’m dead?” Her nose crinkled as she frowned. “Impossible. I'm right here, physically.” 

 

“Yes, physically,” he half agreed. He seemed apprehensive, the distraught gaze he once held morphing into a cautious stare like a timebomb would explode if he were not careful enough. “But no more than that.” 

 

“Sylus, that’s a ridiculous belief.” 

 

“Yet a ritual isn’t?” He countered. It confirmed that he saw some memories of hers. 

 

“You saw it; the stakes for me were high. I had to complete it.” 

 

“I warned you. Now look where it led you; going behind my back and landing yourself in prison.” He took a breath, a hint of shakiness heard. “You’re not supposed to exist.” 

 

Those words froze time for her. More icicles formed around her heart. 

 

“I’m not supposed to exist.” She repeated, the words difficult to digest. “I’m….not….supposed to….exist…”

 

The one she loved the most told her she was not supposed to exist. 

 

Then what was she supposed to do?

 

Mina bristled, a chilling laugh escaping her lips as her hand went limp. Sylus released their hands, standing tall and peering down at her with discomfort. He didn’t leave space as if she were the plague, but the amount he left between them wasn’t particularly close either. Mina couldn’t contain the energy bubbling within her. 

 

Her fist slammed onto the table while her face contorted. There was a crack from the contact. “So, that’s it? We finally have a breakthrough and the one thing you want to say is that I’m fucking dead, huh?!” 

 

Her body shook as her powers projected her overwhelmed state of being. It curled and thrashed, demanding justice. Her hands moved erratically as she vented. “This must’ve been what everyone thought! Are sacrifice and sin interchangeable now?” Her hardened eyes turned back to Sylus. “I’m just a dangerous, deceased fuckup to you aren’t I?!” 

 

Sylus’ eyebrows raised as his lips pursed. “Mina. Your soul is…not there. Not like it used to—“ 

 

“Then why has it been painful without you?!” She demanded. “I’ve never felt more alive once we resonated!” 

 

“Your decision made you this way.” He said bluntly. Though his words were steel, his face told a different story. “The Aether core is gone.” 

 

Her eyes were wild as she stared at him. “You never told me about an Aether core.” 

 

“But you did know what it was. And now it’s gone. Somewhere else.” His eyes blinked shut, slightly turning away from her as the last word dragged from his mouth. “Reincarnated.” 

 

“Oh, now you want to be mysterious again.” Mina criticized, her hands expressing her frustration. “Keeping your Draconic bloodline secretive made sense, but here you are keeping shit like this from me. Always secrets with you.” She stomped up to him, pressing a finger into his chest. “You could have told me these things, yet you didn’t!” 

 

Sylus seemed to pause. He stared down at the accusatory finger, careful with his words. “You never remembered, did you?” 

 

“If I did, would we be having this conversation?” 

 

“No. You’re right.” His hand slowly moved up to the finger still pressed into his chest, gently lowering it with a shake of his head. 

 

Sylus seemed heavy in thought. He maneuvered around her and sat down in the chair by the desk, placing his elbow on it while his hand held his chin. He looked at the back of the desktop with unfocused eyes. Mina watched him, her frustration growing with each passing second.  

 

“So you’re just going to leave me in the dark? Not tell me what’s going on?” 

 

Sylus looked over at her once more, the heaviness of his gaze communicating an unspoken sadness. 

 

“We had another lifetime together. The one you don’t remember.” He recounted solemnly. “You condemned me with a curse of your own. Now, you’ve made things worse.” 

 

Mina’s hands raked through her hair, turning away to slowly pace around the room. The small, round mirror on the middle part of the wall displayed her frantic behavior. Fuck. “Sylus…” 

 

“You could have reincarnated. You would have been someone else…” He cut himself off, omitting who he spoke of. Mina paused, looking over her shoulder. 

 

“I would’ve been who, Sylus?” 

 

He shook his head. “No, I’m wrong. You’re you. Forgive me.” 

 

“For fuck’s sake, Sylus!” She snapped, striding over to him to throw her hands on the desk. She peered over at him with dark eyes. “Who?!” 

 

A phone buzzed. Her breath was heavy as she listened to the ringing. Sylus, taken aback, slowly took the phone out of his pocket. 

 

“Who is it?” She asked, her voice not far from a growl. His eyes narrowed, but chose to stay quiet as he read the contact name. She asked again, her tone harsher. “Who. Is. It.” 

 

Sylus looked up to reflect Mina’s glare, eyes locked on her as he answered the phone, putting it on speaker as he leaned back in the chair. 

 

“This is a bad time,” He answered coolly, watching her. “I’ll call you shortly.” 

 

“It has always been a bad time lately,”  She heard on the other end. Color drained from her face. “Don’t tell me you’re torturing someone.” 

 

M.C. was unmistakably joking. 

 

“Never,” Sylus responded lightly. “Bye.” He then hung up after M.C. returned the pleasantry. 

 

Her eyes were glassy saucers. It all began to click. Her hands rose from the desk. She took one step back towards the door. Another. “You blame me for betrayal,” she said shakily. “Because you’ve done it all along.” Her hands went through her hair again. “You weren’t planning on giving me a chance. I’m nothing to you now.” 

 

“Mina, I never said that.” He sounded tight with stress. 

 

“But you showed it.” Mina’s voice wavered as she said this, gulping back the tears. 

 

She slowly turned away from him, eyes immediately catching the mirror. 

 

Her reflection stared back with a smug grin. 

 

If only she could shatter that face into multiple tiny fragments. 

 

 

 

Notes:

Damn

Chapter 30: Twenty Nine

Twenty Nine

 

It wasn’t his assistant who opened the door. There was no need to look at his face to figure out who it was. 

 

“You’re back late.” He observed. 

 

“I’m aware.” 

 

It felt like an eternity before he moved aside to allow her in. She stepped through the door, slowly making her way through the foyer. He was close behind her. Before they parted ways, his hand lightly took hold of her elbow. She paused, but never looked up at him. The contact diminished, only to be replaced by his hand fully clasping hers. 

 

Mina let Rafayel lead her to the lounge room, where the fireplace flickered embers. She automatically sat on the couch. He briefly disappeared, coming back with a few things. 

 

He handed her a napkin. She didn’t know why until her bloodied hand reached up to receive it. Bits of glass were stuck onto the healed skin. Evidence of the mirror she punched. 

A glass of whisky was handed to her soon after. It had been a while since she indulged. In a past universe, she struggled with responsible usage, drinking to the point days blurred beyond comprehension. She learned the hard way that she didn’t have the luxury of coping with substances once Deepspace Enforcers beat her bloody. She narrowly escaped their aggressions through a portal they left open. 

 

Mina took a sip, the strong taste a bittersweet memory. Rafayel sat beside her, his own glass in his hand. He never volunteered to immediately start a conversation, seeing as presence was all that was needed in the moment. 

 

It wasn’t until her glass emptied that he spoke up. 

 

“Work for me full time.” 

 

“You know why I can’t.” 

 

“Right, unfinished business.” Rafayel nodded his head towards her hand that was not holding the glass. “Is that it?” 

 

She looked down. The brooch was in a death grip. It seemed she was fiddling with it for longer than she wanted to admit. 

 

She placed it back in her pocket. 

 

“I must see it through.” No matter how badly it pained her. 

 

His slight frown curved into a gentle smile, but the casual hold of his own whisky glass turned into a grip. 

 

“Then I wish you luck.”

 

“I’ll need it.” She murmured. She pressed the glass up to her lips once more for a big gulp only to remember that it was empty. Rafayel immediately leaned over to pick up the whisky bottle from the coffee table. Mina quietly thanked him as he poured more into her glass.  

 

Back to silence. Rafayel pointed a finger at the pit, a small flame emitting from it. It was the catalyst of a burst of fire amongst the logs. She noticed a small chest on top of the fire pit, the gold gently glistening despite the shadows. Mina stared at the familiar object somberly. 

 

“The key you retrieved from the graveyard,” She began, shifting the conversation. “Is it helping you with your project?” 

 

Rafayel shrugged. “It’s a Lemurian relic. Did I mention that?” 

 

“You haven’t.” 

 

“Ah,” he realized. “I haven’t.” 

 

He didn’t say much after that. Mina turned to him, giving him a small nudge. “You can tell me about it. I’d like to learn more.” 

 

“The real issue is knowing where to start.” 

 

“We can start with what it meant to you.” 

 

She was vaguely familiar with Lemuria. Nearly every universe spoke of the ancient race’s influence and existence. However, knowledge widely varied in each society, ranging from museums to brief monologues within small coastal towns. 

 

“I’d much rather make sure that you are okay,” Rafayel admitted, “instead of diving into this topic.” 

 

“Remember our promise? You would help me by telling me more about yourself.” 

 

“Well yeah but I think that-“ 

 

“Rafayel.” Mina interjected. Her tone was out of encouragement, not criticism. He searched her eyes for a while, but must have found what he was looking for before he began to answer her question. 

 

“It was a culture that had depth and influence. But, it means much more to me than just those aspects.”  

 

Rafayel was the first person she met who talked about Lemuria as if he lived to see it. The way he spoke about his experiences collecting Lemurian artifacts that deeply influenced his artistic pursuits was inspiring to listen to. His passion was unmistakable, the twinkle in his eye and the careful choice of words to describe the remnants of an ancient civilization left Mina attentively listening. She enjoyed watching him speak so passionately. 

 

Her eyes went back to the chest on top of the fireplace. Mina assumed that it had something to do with Lemuria. 

 

“You mentioned a friend left that for you. Were you two close?” She asked. Once those words left her lips, she felt a slight shift in the mood. His reminiscent expression turned into a dull realization. Rafayel’s face neutralized into one she could hardly read. The longer her question hung in the air, the more her stomach flipped. Her eyes shifted away as she took a long sip. 

 

Mina began to believe that she never did anything correctly when it came to social interaction. Shame began to overshadow her numbness. 

 

“Yes,” Rafayel responded after some time. “She was my bride.” 

 

Mina paused from sipping her glass, eyes widening from the new information. When she glanced over, he had a faraway look. His arms were on his knees as he mindlessly stared at the flames gently dancing amongst the logs. 

 

“That’s more than just a friend,” Mina said slowly.

 

“She was like that to me as well.” He said, voice deceptively even. 

 

After fiddling with the fabric of her pants, she had enough courage to ask. “What happened to her?” 

 

Mina immediately regretted asking. She was about to speak up once again to say there was no need to answer, but he beat her to it. 

 

“She’s gone.” 

 

Mina inhaled shakily, slowly letting the air out. 

“Im sorry you had to go through that.” 

 

He meekly shrugged. Silence. 

 

“Do you still love her?” She asked, her voice no louder than a whisper. 

 

“I always will.” Rafayel’s eyes were set on the embers. Mina noticed the flames reflecting in his pupils. “That will never change.” 

 

She nodded. “I understand.” More than any person could believe. 

 

They sat in silence for another thirty minutes. Her thoughts went back to Sylus. Every flashback she had of their conversation left a bitter taste in her mouth and a heavy feeling in her throat. Her mind forcibly blocked each detail, leaving her amongst the ashes of a numbed heart. 

 

The new information she learned about Rafayel swirled in her mind as well. 

 

Mina concluded that love was burdensome. It was the biggest gamble she ever experienced, and the emotional turmoil it caused was one she could never foresee herself healing from. 

 

However, she quickly learned that she was not the only one with a lot to work through. Albeit small, Mina saw a glimpse into the pain that Rafayel shouldered. The weight of his own past was seen in his distant eyes and mournful frown. It was subtle, but it was present. 

 

And in that moment, she found comfort in their shared burden. 

 

Chapter 31: Thirty

Thirty 

Mina’s thoughts were loud as she woke up from her short slumber. Groggily blinking, she was quickly reminded of the heavy pit of emotion. She wished that her mind allowed her the temporary escape to last longer. Days, even, since it was wishful thinking for her to be unconscious for eternity. 

 

The soft glow of the morning lit up the room through the soft white fabric of the curtains. Mina pulled the pastel blue comforter over her head, tears immediately prickling her eyes. 

 

She predetermined that today was not going to be a great day. The aftermath of her conversation left her victimized to depleted energy and motivation. It would take a miracle to leave the warm, cushy cocoon the bed offered. The luxurious sheets lovingly consumed the tears that fell down her face and caressed her puffy face. It was the only source of pity that she could manage to accept. 

 

The pang in her stomach and the buildup of sweat from staying underneath the sheets were low on her priority list. She kept slipping in and out of sleep when she took a break from her emotional episodes. 

 

A soft knock on her door woke her up. She didn’t have the energy to respond and slowly fell back asleep when there was not a follow up. Another knock was heard after a considerable amount of time, but it didn’t wait for permission. 

 

Her ears perked at the sound of the guest room door opening. Mina’s muscles tensed, aware of how dry and tingly her face felt from the crust left from her tears. 

 

Surely she had overstayed her welcome. It made sense to her that she would be asked to get out of bed. She noticed every footstep advance around the bed, then a soft thud on the bedside table. The person moved again and she felt a dip from them sitting at the edge of the bed. Mina wondered when the storm would hit; the gentle yet firm demand for her to arise from the sheets as every plausible sentence was theorized in her mind. 

 

Instead, she was met with silence. Her breathing seemed much louder than the subtle tick of the clock above the bedframe. Mina’s lips quivered when a weight gently laid on top of her. Arms were on either side of her covered body and a head was resting near her hip. 

 

Her throat immediately constricted and her eyes shut tight to prevent a pitiful sob from emitting. Her shaky breaths nearly choked her. 

 

Moments passed before the weight lessened and the presence dispersed after the soft shut of a door. Cool air hit her face as she slid the comforter down to her neck. When her eyes caught the tray of food on her nightstand, she lost control over the gate that forcibly kept the waves at bay. 

 

★

 

 

Mina mindlessly filled out the horse trail consent form on a kiosk, scrolling and checking through the necessary agreements. 

 

Happy Birthday! 

 

The colorful font and animations of confetti popped up once she input her date of birth. Her neutral expression remained as she patiently waited for it to clear from the screen so that she could complete the form. 

 

Birthdays were a grand event in the past, but she always knew the underlinings behind each grand celebration held in her honor. The iron-grip around the influence and power of their bloodline. It all symbolized control to her, which left nothing but a bad taste. 

 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” 

 

Mina cringed and immediately turned to assess the expression that matched Rafayel’s loud, incredulous tone. His eyes were wide and his jaw was slack from disbelief. His finger hovered over the ‘submit’ button on his own kiosk. “It’s your fucking birthday?!” 

 

“Quiet!” She hissed, quickly looking around at the small number of people scattered around them. “Are you trying to get attention?” 

 

 

Rafayel’s eyes were blazen as he submitted his form, turning his full body towards Mina with narrowed eyes and hands on his hips. 

 

“Yes, as a matter of fact. This is an outrage.” Rafayel pointed an accusatory finger at her. “You’re telling me that your plan was to mope around in sadness on your own day? Gosh, I know you like keeping things lowkey, but this is a new low I’ve seen from you.” 

 

Mina‘s eyes hardened with the determination to defend herself. “It’s just a day to me! Celebrations never exactly make me excited, if I’m honest. Besides, isn’t it important to let yourself feel things when they happen? I’m trying to work on that, thank you very much.”  

 

Rafayel tisked, turning his head towards the employees placing saddles on the horses they were using for the day. “Well, bravo for not bottling things in, but that is the most depressing defense I’ve heard in a long time. Especially because it seems like you always rot in your own feelings.” 

 

Mina’s head jutted backwards from the harsh read. “That’s a fallacy. You haven’t been around me enough to know how I am.” 

 

Rafayel’s eyebrows rose and a doubtful expression was written all over him. “I think I’ve seen enough.”

 

Frustrated, Mina trudged after Rafayel as he walked towards their horses. She mumbled various complaints under her breath until she was within earshot of him. 

 

The employees went through their mandatory spiel about how the trail worked and how to communicate to the horses. Rafayel was quick to climb onto his quarter horse, its sorrel coat healthily shining despite the cloudy weather. Giving the employees a quick thanks and a closed-mouth smile, she settled onto her own. The brown coat and features reminded her of her own horse from the past. Nostalgia hit her as she guided the horse to the front of the trail, Rafayel settling right beside her. 

 

“Have you ever ridden a horse, Rafayel?” Mina asked while adjusting her helmet, the two settling into a casual trot. The woody landscape created a private atmosphere that made Mina feel like they were in their own personal bubble. It was a serene environment for her. 

 

“Yeah, a long time ago,” Rafayel answered, eyes focused straight ahead. “I honestly couldn’t care less about it. They’re cute and all, but the smell of manure gets old really quickly.” 

 

On cue, his horse dropped a few pellets. Mina placed a hand over her mouth before giggling while Rafayel’s face scrunched up in disgust.

 

“Now you see my point.” Rafayel stated. 

 

“I’ll admit that it’s comedic timing," Mina commented, “but it’s really not that bad. Whose manure doesn’t stink?” 

 

“Fair point,” Rafayel agreed. “My opinion still stands, though. Did you own any horses?” 

 

“I did,” she smiled. “Her name was Ruby. She was cute as a button. I miss her.” 

 

“Where is she now?” Rafayel asked. Mina felt a pang in her chest. 

 

“She’s still safe at my family home,” or realistically dead, Mina thought to herself, “but it’s been a few years. I’m sure she’s doing well.” 

 

Rafayel nodded with a hum. “Surely, you can visit her, right?” 

 

Mina’s smile didn’t reach her eyes anymore. “Unfortunately, I can’t. It’ll make me sad if I explain it all, but let’s just say that family drama prevents me from going back.” 

 

“I see. I’m sorry to hear that.” Rafayel said, giving her a sympathetic glance. Soon after he dramatically groaned as if he was forced to do manual labor for a full day. 

 

“Ugh, you and your sadness. This is the worst day to have a conversation like this. Let’s change the topic.” 

 

Though his wording was questionable, she appreciated the diversion. “Sounds good to me. What should the new one be?” 

 

“Honestly, I didn’t get that far.” He admitted. “Let me think…” Rafayel tapped his finger on his chin while in deep thought. During this time, Mina focused back on their surroundings. Winter was approaching quickly, but the chilled breeze was refreshing to her. Though the tree branches had scattered, brown leaves, she noticed patches of green in the small pond they were passing by. Mina admired the still waters and the nature surrounding it. 

 

“Ah-hah! This is a good icebreaker.” 

 

Mina looked back at Rafayel’s accomplished grin. She intrusively thought about how the glow of his smile was attractive, but quickly shooed away the thought. 

 

“If you wanted to be abducted by aliens, how would you convince them to take you to their planet?” 

 

“If I wanted to?” Mina questioned with an eyebrow raise. “I can’t even think of why I would want to leave to begin with. They’d have to have stolen something from me or, like, kidnapped a loved one.” 

 

“Okay, then pretend that’s the case. What would you say or do?” 

 

“Hmm,” Mina thought. She noticed the rhythmic thud of the horses’ hooves on the well-traveled path. “Definitely a trade. Maybe I could find something they see as valuable or interesting. My only hope is that once I arrive on their planet it doesn’t immediately suck ass.” 

 

Rafayel laughed at her answer. “You must be the Queen of bargaining, then.” 

 

“I wouldn’t say that, but it would be nice to think that of myself.” Mina shrugged with a small chuckle of her own. “What about you?” 

 

“Honestly, I’d give up my first born if it meant a fun adventure.” Rafayel said. Mina’s face contorted into confusion. 

 

“Why a first born?” 

 

“Because then they could grow up in a completely different planet with all of these fascinating experiences. The aliens would be toast if I found out they were torturing the bundle of joy, though. I’d want stories, not trauma.” 

 

“Huh,” Mina said. “Fascinating.” 

 

“Indeed.” Rafayel nodded. Mina concluded that they had two differing opinions on what ‘fascinating’ meant to the both of them. 

 

Rafayel asked a couple more icebreakers, making her learn that he was allergic to cats and easily became seasick. Mina herself admitted that she would adopt every type of animal if she could and that she wasn’t the biggest fan of boats in general. They found themselves agreeing on random takes and indulging in lighthearted debates. The two shared multiple laughs between episodes of comfortable silence. 

 

“I know you’re weird and don’t see the appeal in having fun on your birthday,” Rafayel shot her a judgmental look as he said it. “But do you at least feel a little better after doing something you like?” 

 

Mina knew not to take his opinions to heart, her slight smile staying on her face. Truthfully, it was the first time in a while that she saw the beauty and wonder in the tiniest details. Mini turtles paddling their way through the small ponds scattered throughout the trail. Ants crawling up healthy tree trunks. The horses’ calm temperaments as they lead them through the trail. Mina knew the small things were not grand, but the sentiment for them grew. 

 

“Honestly, yeah. A little better than the past few days.” 

 

Rafayel nodded. “Then that’s all you need to feel on days like this. A little better, at the very least.” He nudged his horse to walk a little closer to Mina. He reached out, adjusting her helmet so that it didn’t tilt as much. “Happy Birthday.” 

 

Birds cawed and fluttered near them. Mina curiously turned to see the breed, but stilled when she noticed black feathers and red eyes amongst the clutter of brown. The grip on the reins tightened, her nails digging into her palms. 

 

“That’s an interesting bird,” Rafayel commented with suspicious undertones. His darkened gaze softened into concern once Mina fully paid attention to him once more. “Have you seen it before?” 

 

Mina's mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. She intrusively thought about Sylus, picking up on the strange coincidence that related to him and that bird. She then thought back to other times when heard that familiar caw; the one that stuck out the most to her was when she was with M.C. 

 

Mina nearly forgot about the strangest part of the puzzle piece that circled around in her brain for too many hours. Was it her birthday as well? 

 

Mina shook her head. “Not really. It just startled me, is all. Very interesting bird.” 

 

“Yeah,” Rafayel responded. Mina knew that he didn’t believe her from the way his mouth formed a tight line. “For sure.” 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 32: Thirty One

Thirty One 

The freedom of choice was a mockery to stability in Fate’s eyes. Dangling the illusion of decisions was the core of their sense of humor, cackling in delight when their pawns attempt to attain what they want. Mortals were no more than show animals forced to learn tricks in order to ensure survival. It all played into Fate’s entertainment; rewarding obedient subjects with scraps while rooting for the demise of deviants in order to get a fix. 

 

Mina knew that M.C. was an oblivious performer in the circus act. They all had roles to fulfill to appease Fate's wishes. It would be unfair to blame her for how the show played out; Mina’s mental state was not her responsibility. 

 

Leaned against the side of a bakery’s wall, Mina glared at M.C.’s frayed card; it was worn from paper folds but the printed font remained bold between her thumb and pointer. Her free hand was in a fist while stuffed in the pocket of her leather jacket.

 

Across the street, the headquarters of the Hunter’s Association towered over the city’s block. Reflective glass walls exposed workers moving with as much purpose as the Linkon civilians fluttering past her. Her eyes flickered between the business card and the employees filtering in and out of the headquarters across the street. 

 

A game of mental ping-pong marathoned between two options: initiate a conversation or observe from a distance. There were pros and cons attached to either decision, but her biggest concern stemmed from potential exposure. Because of what she knew, it was difficult to suppress bitterness every time M.C. came to mind. It would only fester suspicion, which would not do her any justice in case M.C. knew more than she let on. 

 

Teeth gritting, Mina pushed herself off the walls of the bakery mentally preparing to join the wave of pedestrians. Making a move when she was certain of her actions was top priority at this juncture. 

 

“M.C., I thought you didn’t work today.” 

 

Mina’s body stilled as she turned to the source. Bright blue eyes immediately caught her attention, which were framed by soft strands of white hair brushed against his forehead. He himself was in a Hunter’s uniform, the white button down and iron-pressed pants exuding professionalism. His eyebrows furrowed as he analyzed Mina, the coffee cup in his hand steaming. 

 

“I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else. It’s nearly uncanny how much you look like my coworker.” 

 

The ping pong match ceased once the score was determined. Mina smiled, blanketing her shakiness with an awkward laugh. “No worries. Honestly, I thought the same thing when I first met her. You said she’s not working today?” 

 

M.C.’s coworker shook his head. “No, but she will be back in a couple of days. I can send her a message that you looked for her…?” 

 

“Mina,” She offered, extending a hand. “And who am I speaking to?” 

 

“Xavier, Unicorns Sector.” He answered, giving her hand a friendly squeeze. “Are you sure you’re not relatives?” 

 

“That’s actually on my list of questions for her,” Mina mentioned with a chuckle. “But we have time to figure out lineages.” 

 

Xavier nodded, his lips curving up. “Then I hope you both find the answers you need.” 

 

After a brief thanks, they parted ways. Mina gritted her teeth once more while placing the card back into her pocket. If the decision backfired, she was unsure how she would handle the failure. 

 

While following the crowd through rush hour, her phone buzzed. Part of her expected it to be Rafayel asking if she planned on bringing back food. When she took her phone out, she read that it was an unknown caller. 

 

Strange. Mina slid into a side alley, hoping the city sounds would not inhibit her ability to hear. She pressed the phone to her ear once she accepted it. 

 

“Hello?” 

 

“We need to talk, Mina.” 

 

Her eyebrows furrowed when she heard Natalia’s voice. A tight bundle in her stomach formed. 

 

“Stop what you’re doing and go to the address Dom sent you. Safe travels.” 

 

The line was cut. Whatever it was sounded serious. She didn’t feel good about it. When she removed the phone from her ear, she immediately noticed the ping from Dom. It marked a location within Hastapura’s territory. 

 

She traveled the last few blocks back to her motorcycle, parked in a lot that was more crowded than when she left it. Turning on the ignition, she quickly input the location and slid her helmet over her head before zooming onto the main road. 

 

It was rare for her to run into issues when crossing territories. The main differences were the quality of the roads and buildings the closer she arrived to the N109 zone. Criminals lined the backroads with hopes of a vulnerable commuter to cross paths, but Mina made it known as soon as she stumbled across the regional lines that she didn’t hesitate consuming the souls of those who tried to take advantage of her. Since then, she had never been ambushed. 

 

She parked outside of the location, keeping her helmet under her arm as she descended steps that led to a metal door. After inputting a code, she was granted access to the inside. 

 

This place was different from other Hastapura locations. It was obvious the structure was initially a vintage bank, her boots creating an echo with each step on the marbled tile. Hastapura workers busily worked at reception desks tucked in offices or scattered amongst the main floor. She took out her phone once more, reading the directions to Natalia’s main office located on a lower floor. 

 

She descended an elevator made of dark metal bars, giving her glimpses of each floor she passed. When she arrived to the correct level, she quickly realized how private it was. 

 

Her assistant was waiting for her arrival, guiding her through the wide hall and opening the door at the end. When Mina walked in, Natalia leaned against her desk, pouring a glass of water. 

 

“Good morning, Mina. Glad you made it here safe.” She greeted, handing Mina the glass of water she poured. She turned to a side table behind her desk, grabbing another glass. She motioned for Mina to sit on the plush chair across from her. “How is the search for a new place?” 

 

“It’s going well,” Mina answered, sitting down while placing her helmet on the floor. She took a polite sip before continuing. “I plan on walking through a couple of places in the next few days.” 

 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Natalia nodded. She settled across from her, placing her own glass on a coaster. “The sector your initial complex is in still has a long way to go. I’m sorry you have to deal with such inconveniences." 

 

“Not stressed about it.” Mina responded. “Did something else happen?”  

 

Natalia’s smile was casual, her manicured fingers intertwining and resting on her desk. “You can say that. We found out you visited the Lab without telling us. Two dead Onychinus guards at your trail.” 

 

Fuck. 

 

“I can explain,” Mina began, her mind scrambling for a defense. “Something is off about Fredrick’s identity. When I asked Dom why Felix’s alias was so close to his actual name, he was unable to answer me. I felt obligated to get to the bottom of it. I did find information on Fredrick, but the profile in his file had Felix’s identity.” Her eyes casted down and her free hand went into a fist as she was reminded of how the night went.  “I was unable to retrieve it.” 

 

Natalia’s expression never changed, a statue rivaling her still nature. “Were you planning on telling me this if I did not call you into a meeting?” 

 

Mina paused, delaying her response when she realized how long she was hesitating to say yes. Natalia gave her no time to do so. 

 

“Mina, I admire your drive and understand your desire to get to the bottom of some inconsistencies, but it is ill taste to do it without communication. Secrets and suspicion must be wielded wisely, and what you did was not an example of it.” Her words were not cold, but they were firm and direct. Mina felt embarrassment blossom and coil within her. 

 

 

“I understand.” She acknowledged, giving a respectful nod. “It was not my intention to appear in that way. It was all ignorance on my end.” 

 

It didn’t even make sense why Dom had no clue why Fredrick and Felix had damn near the same profiles, considering how close he worked with Natalia. However, she didn’t feel bold enough to ask for Natalia’s thoughts on the matter.Natalia progressed the meeting. 

 

“I appreciate it. While you are here, I do need to ask this as well. You’ve been staying with the Lemurian for a while. I presume he is not aware of this case?” 

 

“The Lemurian?” Mina echoed, eyebrows furrowing. This confirmed that Natalia was specifically keeping tabs on her whereabouts; she gulped, attempting to keep her powers within her skin. Natalia’s head tilted with an eyebrow raise, regarding her inquisitively. 

 

“Yes, the Lemurian. I would advise you to be careful around who you associate yourself with. His own agendas were never threatening, but I do not see it as a good sign that you seem…unaware of who he is.” 

 

Even though she found out through Natalia that Rafayel was more than just a whimsy artist, it cleared up why he seemed at ease whenever he was in the N109. Even when they first met at the charity event, he seemed indifferent to the sketchy conversations and developments of that night. It also explained how he was able to find Mina’s identity through Dom so quickly. 

 

However, the ‘Lemurian’ tidbit she was informed about raised red questions. What ‘agenda’ did he have in the N109 zone? Additionally, how was Rafayel Lemurian when the civilization perished before modern society? It seemed that the two were overdue for a serious conversation. 

 

“I want to assure you that he has nothing to do with the mission, nor has he been involved with my investigation. He is nothing more than a hospitable friend allowing me to take the time to find a new place.” 

 

There was a moment of silence. Mina focused her energy on not appearing nervous as Natalia took her time responding. The eye contact between the two was nearly unbearable to her. 

 

“Okay, Mina. I’ll take you by your word.” Natalia decided. Mina felt herself let out a breath of relief.  “All I ask is that from now on, you communicate any questions or leads directly to me. Honesty and transparency go a long way in Hastapura, despite our reputation for otherwise.” She took a sip from her glass, Mina observing how the water swayed once she placed it back down on the coaster. “Strength is not created through lies. It is created through trust.” 

 

Despite her lack of involvement with the Hastapuran culture, Mina always sensed that the community was proud and strong. The underground network was a testimony to how prominent Hastapura was. Even when she would find a bite to eat after a guard shift, it was rare that civilians spoke of Hastapura in disgust. Some may not agree with their methods, but there was no denying their widespread impact.  

 

Mina saw the conversation as an opportunity to give information, hoping to immediately respect Natalia’s wishes in order to appear reliable. “Thank you for giving me a chance…I would like to request the chance to look into the Hunter’s Association. I have an opportunity to infiltrate the headquarters that could enlighten us on their leads, as well as any critical information you may want.” 

 

If everything connected in the ways Mina assumed, she could get closer to figuring out her most pressing question: how to access the Aether Core. 

 

 

Notes:

I do want to emphasize that this is not a “MC Hate” fic. Our homegirl Mina just has things she needs to figure out lmfao. As always, thank you all for reading and enjoying this (unedited) fic!!!

Chapter 33: Thirty Two

Thirty Two 

 

After some time, she found an ideal place near the outskirts of the Charon Market. The high rise residency tower offered enough space and privacy for Mina to make an agreement with the landlord. Despite her apathetic viewpoints regarding aesthetics, she found herself admiring the beautiful view of the city below. Bright fluorescent lights reflected off of neighboring buildings’ glass windows and into her thoughtful eyes. 

 

Hastapura’s main base was the closest, but she was not near the majority of the sector. She gravitated towards a neutral one that was not strictly reserved for any group. The risk of running into sketchy freelancers increased, but she had enough trust in herself to not let the factor deter her choice. 

 

A gated parking garage was conveniently underground. She ascended from the ground level and zoomed through the city streets, buildings blurring past her as she made her way back to Rafayel’s residence. 

 

The moon was high by the time she slid through the side door with his spare house key. Mina planned on moving her belongings to her new spot after her meeting with M.C. The prospective conversation made her nerves tingle, but she restrained herself from drowning in hypotheticals. 

 

Mina couldn’t refrain from grinning when she reminisced on her and Rafayel’s temporary arrangement. Being a guest didn’t prevent a domestic routine authentically puzzling together, especially as her reservations towards him thawed. It ranged from light banter over breakfast to giving an audience to Rafayel’s animated debriefs of social interactions. The other night, he paced in front of the fireplace while he ranked celebrities he met from most to least pleasant. Mina found herself raising her eyebrows at the audacious actions and comments they made while in Rafayel’s vicinity. 

 

“She literally smacked the kid’s pottery out of her hand to prove a point?” Mina reacted, jaw slack while lazily holding a wine glass.  

 

“I know!” Rafayel affirmed, hands in the air. “I never met anyone so entitled in my life, and that’s saying a lot!” 

 

Now, she noticed that it was eerily quiet when she moved through the kitchen and into one of the main halls. Mr. Benson was nowhere in sight and a small cluster of overhead lights helped her navigate. 

 

“Raf?” She called out. No response from the lounge. No sound of his footsteps from the halls. His office remained dark, the cracked door subtly convincing her to peer into the depths of his work. Mina toed her way in, curiosity overcoming any logic. 

 

It was smaller, but still had a spacey touch. A couple of easels on the right side of the office were illuminated by the moonlight, carrying incomplete canvases while a tub of paintbrushes were stationed on the floor near them. The mahogany office desk was shoved into the left corner by the window that featured a pile of sketchbooks, an assortment of pens, and a chunk of mail and papers haphazardly stacked. The state of the office was best described as organized chaos; every object was sensibly placed while the charm of madness remained.  

 

Mina found herself walking through like an admirer in an exhibit; beside the door, she grazed her hand over the row of published art books. Nautical knickknacks were peppered around mini plants on white wall shelves. The news of his identity churned in her mind since Natalia shared the information, making her assume that the mystical collectibles and miscellaneous charms had some form of Lemurian roots. 

 

Once she made her way to the desk, she poked through the various forms of paperwork and mail. It was unsteady, leading to the papers crashing onto the ground. 

 

“Shit,” she cringed, hurriedly picking them up and placing them back in hopes that the piles looked the same. One packet fell out of her hands and she picked it up, only to read its contents when it caught her attention. 

 

A list of names were in neat columns, the two sheets stapled together. A few were randomly crossed out. Her eyebrows furrowed as she assessed the full names. One in particular made her lips part. 

 

Felix Alexander Gamo, Senior

 

The name was struck through with bold red ink. Mina looked back at the door with a gulp, taking out her phone once she determined that she was still alone. 

 

Opening her camera app, she snapped photos of the packet for later. She stuffed it back into the pile of papers, biting her lip as she assessed her damage. The package would have been eaten by her vapor if she did not put it down in time. 

 

There was a set of double doors across the hallway. When she was initially given a tour of the home, Rafayel mentioned that it was his official art studio, where his biggest projects were in the workings. She never asked to see what it looked like, but Rafayel made it known that it was off limits due to wanting to ‘surprise any and all potential viewers.’ 

 

The curved silver handles stared menacingly at her. After a brief yet grounding breathing exercise, she made her way out the office and across the hall. Mina took a hold of one of them, fingers slowly curling around the slim, cold handle. Her hand slightly shook as she turned it down. 

 

“I advise you not to enter, Miss Mina.” 

 

Her shoulders hunched up as she turned to the source. Mr. Benson stood nearby, his stare neutral. His form of casual wear included a nice cotton button down and stretchy pants with nice quality slippers.  

 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to find him. Do you know where he is?” She asked, taking her hand off the door handle as if she were burned by its heat. Mr. Bendon’s stare never broke from hers. 

 

“He is preparing for bed. I’ll let him know that you wish to speak to him.” 

 

“Thank you.” 

 

With that, he turned and walked away. Mina quietly breathed out while closing her eyes. She was already sketchy for snooping in Rafayel’s office; all she could do was hope that Mr. Benson didn’t get the wrong impression of her.  

 

Heading back to her room, she found herself ruminating over the primary stressors she had to face.

 

Rafayel, was a can of worms. The more she learned, the more she realized how intentional he was with her. It would be hypocritical of her to write him off as dangerous and untrustworthy when he himself has only been told white lies by her. However, Mina refused to overlook how suspicious he was becoming. A Lemurian having an ‘agenda’ in the N109 zone, as Natalia said. It wasn’t that she was entitled to information surrounding personal goals, but Felix Gamo’s name appearing on a list he owned raised red flags. He didn’t want her to push him away, but was there a literal reason for why? Was she being kept close on purpose? 

 

The thought of Sylus took hold of her consciousness as well. They were not on the best of terms, which continuously caused a knot to tug in her stomach. However, she was convinced that he was keeping an eye on her. The same bird didn’t coincidentally fly away from her at various times, and its ruby eyes were too eerie. It didn’t make her feel good in the slightest; was he watching her out of suspicion or apprehension? Their last interaction made her conclude that it had to be a mixture of both, glass shards and toppled books being left in her wake as she stormed away from the lab.

 

Sylus was also close to M.C. It was relatively easy to find small blurbs of information about the Aether Core from regulars at the Elysium. The intense source of power tethered Sylus to M.C. in ways Mina needed to uncover. He never disclosed the important details of their past, initial bond; he only reassured her that they would find a way back to each other. Yet, it was somehow her that made it more complicated. It was true that she went behind his back to perform a ritual, but it was out of fear that his words were sweet nothings. If she knew the stakes would have caused a larger rift, she believed that their situation would have been drastically different. 

 

She would have reincarnated as M.C., as he told her. Her fists flexed as she brooded over the tragedy of their circumstances. If she could get her hands on the Aether Core, it could potentially fix the realities of their curse— her curse. 

 

Mina left her bedroom door open as she tore off her clothing to put on casual ones. Afterwards, she made her way over to the window. The vast, green field of the private island led to the gentle waves of the ocean water, providing a scenic backdrop she had not experienced since her own luxurious lifestyle. 

 

“Heard you were looking for me.” 

 

Mina turned to see Rafayel standing at the entrance to her room, hair wet while some water droplets glistened on his bare shoulders. He wore nothing but loose ash gray pajama pants, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. Mina’s eyes subtly widened, but she kept her composure. 

 

“I was. Were you home this whole time? It was quieter than usual.” 

 

Rafayel shrugged. “Kind of.” 

 

Mina’s eyebrow quirked up along with the corner of her mouth, strolling over to the bed to casually lay on top of it, crossing her arms and legs. Her head was on the plush bedframe, allowing her to have a comfortable, full view of him. “Kind of? Look at you, being all mysterious.” 

 

Rafayel lightheartedly scoffed, entering the bedroom. This wasn’t the first time that she saw him shirtless, but she was never hyper aware of it until now. Mina wasn’t one to gaslight herself; he was undeniably attractive. The toned torso and gentle facial features undoubtedly granted him privileges from many. It was an objective observation, his confidence and authenticity only enhancing his overall beauty.  

 

He mirrored her on the bed, laying beside her as if this were a routine. Another body could easily fit between the two of them. 

 

“Rip the band aid. What happened?” 

 

Mina understood the nuance behind his words. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous about how the conversation would unfold, but she was comfortable enough to confront him despite the circumstances. 

 

‘Help me keep you from pushing me away.’

 

“You have an agenda.” She said like a proven fact. 

 

A pause. “Elaborate.” 

 

“The Lemurian relics. Who or where have you been obtaining them from?” 

 

His voice was mostly neutral, but the subtle bitterness snuck through. “Unethical, evil sources.” 

 

Mina decided to press, turning onto her side while propping her head on her arm. He continued looking at the ceiling, eyes narrowed. “Were they evil or were they hobbyists?” 

 

“Both can be true at the same time.” 

 

She hummed in agreement. “Then is this important because you’re Lemurian?” 

 

He turned his head to face her. The moonlight’s glow favored him; the way his softened eyes searched hers nearly made her forget to breathe. Their closeness did not guarantee clarity, no matter how much she wished it were not the case. Before he responded, he turned on his side as well and copied her position. “If I am, what would it mean to you?” 

 

Mina looked away, deep in thought. The counter caught her off guard. 

 

“It means…” her emotions and rationality were off-center, making it difficult to communicate in a way that satisfied her. “I don’t know. If I said I didn’t trust you, it would be unfair.” 

 

“In what way?” 

 

When she was weak from her powers punishing her, he made sure her head was propped on his jacket to keep dirt from tangling into her hair. When she was exhausted from work, he refused  to leave her apartment until a dinner was placed in front of her. When she mourned her circumstances, he gave her space and encouraged her to do what she loved. 

 

“You’ve done a lot. I’ve said little. I may be guarded, but I’m not a hypocrite.” 

 

“I know, cutie.” 

 

It had been a while since she heard that nickname. “You say that as if you’ve studied me.” 

 

“And if I did?” 

 

“I’d ask if you’re preparing me for grand slaughter.” 

 

He smirked, the dim lighting enhancing his mysterious nature. “Slaughter is a strong word. Tell me what you mean.” 

 

She smirked back at him. “I’m referring to ulterior motives. You want to be an ear for me, but asked for nothing in return. You’re letting me question your intentions while I lay here with you in your home. Usually, there’s a catch to kindness, and I’d rather you tell me what it is.” 

 

During her remarks, his eyes casted down while his eyebrows furrowed. It was when she finished speaking that she registered that his hand slid into the space between them, froze, then curled into a fist. “You’re a woman of action, so telling is unnecessary." He looked back up at her, conflict replacing the mirth. “When I show you, I hope you accept my truth. For better or for worse.” 

 

Mina chewed her bottom lip as she processed the meaning behind his words, realizing how foreign it was to speak truth without reprimand. She anticipated their exchange to enhance and affirm her distrust towards him. Instead, she found herself in the midst of a confessional box that they cultivated with their temperaments. The intensity of their conversation contrasted the encouraging gazes they exchanged and the relaxed body language they mirrored.  

 

If it were with Sylus, there would have been a gamble. Every word they shared came with risk, yet his alluring nature offered an addictive reward that made her accept the challenge each time. With Rafayel, he dared her to confront him; the prize was being heard and seen for the sake of it. It was foreign, significant, and extremely intimidating. 

 

“I’ll remember this conversation for what it is, Rafayel. Don’t take it for granted.” 

 

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He poked her forehead before rolling off the bed. When he reached the doorway, he turned back to her. “Sweet dreams.” 

 

He closed the door, light footsteps diminishing. Mina kept her eyes on the door while her hands reached up to touch her forehead. Despite her best efforts, no dreams came to fruition. She was left with the active, overwhelming buzz of anxiety from her subconscious. 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 34: Thirty Three

Notes:

Feel free to comment your thoughts of the plot so far— hope you all are enjoying!

Thirty Three

Natalia was intrigued when she proposed breaching the Hunter’s Association, but emphasized the importance of patience and keeping her true identity a secret. Mina agreed, but refrained from mentioning how M.C. already knew her real name. It wasn’t that she believed terrible acting would blow her cover, but the additional pressure to remain secretive made Mina’s leg bounce as she waited in the receptionist lobby of the headquarters. The high glass windows and metal accents allowed for natural light to dominate the open-concept space. 

 

Mina sat in one of the few chairs offered, zoned out and patiently waiting for M.C. The receptionists’ attention was tunneled onto the monitors in front of them; she could see the blue lights of their desktop reflect on the lenses of their glasses. The longer she observed, the more she realized that she’d need to tread carefully if she planned on finding intel on her own terms. 

 

The ding of an elevator to the far right caught her attention. Amongst the crowd of Hunters was M.C. herself, who broke away from the herd to make her way over to Mina. 

 

“Thank you for waiting,” M.C. said once she was in earshot. Mina quickly rose from her seat with a courteous smile, extending a hand for a quick shake which she took. “The meeting went longer than intended. We’ll go up to one of the meeting rooms.” 

 

“Not a problem,” Mina responded, suppressing the need to sigh loudly. The whole circumstance made her consider getting a drink before moving to her new place. 

 

M.C. led the way past the reception area and further into the building itself. They traveled to a hall that was lined with study rooms, all doors made of glass. M.C. used her thumb on a security pad, the device shining green and automatically sliding an empty space open. There were no windows, but a white board expanded across a side wall. 

 

“I’m glad you gave me one of your cards,” Mina commented, settling down onto one of the wheeled chairs. “I do not see it as a coincidence that we ran into each other more than once.” 

 

“Me neither.” M.C. agreed, sitting at the seat across from her. “But it must mean that you discovered something. Care to share?” 

 

Mina found it too risky using Hastapura’s intel base to look into any specifics of her mission. She’d rather not risk Natalia having more reason to be suspicious of her. 

 

“I assume that you have been looking into a specific type of Wanderer, yeah? The type that looks like dragons?” 

 

“We have been.” M.C. confirmed with a nod. 

 

“I have- well, had- a client that was recently affected by one of those Wanderers,” Mina said, making sure to use a serious tone. M.C. nodded, the subtle lean hinting to Mina that she had her full attention. “Happened near the outskirts of Linkon, a few miles from her residency.” 

 

MC’s eyes furrowed. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Mina’s knee began to bounce once more. 

 

“Their assistant wanted to forward you a couple of names. I would tell you who they are, but they requested to be anonymous. I was wondering if it was possible for you to look into them.” Mina took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket where she wrote down the Gamo names. Mina banked on the association having the capability to breach one of the N109 intel lines— especially the name from Rafayel’s office. 

 

“This is me talking, but I found it odd how all of them had the same surname.” Mina frowned. “It makes me wonder if there’s more to the story than just Wanderers.” 

 

M.C.’s jaw clenched after receiving the slip, analyzing the names written. 

 

“Do you know if the names of these people had a relation to your late client?” She asked, glancing back up at Mina. She shook her head. 

 

“If they did, I was not allowed to know. I was required to sign an NDA as well before working with them.” 

 

“I see,” M.C. mused, sliding the slip into her breast pocket. “I’ll need to get approval from my boss to look into these names, but I doubt that will be a hassle. We truly appreciate you coming forward, and I’ll keep you updated. Is there a way I can contact you?” 

 

Mina gave a number to a secondary phone she purchased beforehand. It didn’t have all the features her main one did, but it completed the job. 

 

“Before you leave, I do want to mention something.” MC said as they rose from the table. Mina felt a knot in her stomach, but gave her an expectant look with a tilt of her head. She noticed how her eyes softened into lighthearted humor. 

 

“The coworker of mine that you ran into swore we were related. I didn’t see it at first, but now that I’m thinking about it, we do look a bit alike, don’t we?” 

 

Mina chuckled, the taut muscles of her hand slowly pushing her seat in. “That has been on my mind as well. Are we long lost siblings or something?” 

 

“We just might be,” Mina joked with a smirk. “I’ll call you when I have info on the suspects. Once again, thank you.” 

 

“My pleasure, M.C. I appreciate your time.” 

 

M.C. escorted her out of the room and back into the lobby, thanking her once more before returning to the elevator. Mina watched as she departed, eye subtly twitching as the doors closed. The sigh she held in broke through the minute she left the headquarters, heart weighing more with each step back to her motorcycle. Mina found it ironic, considering her alleged life status. 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 35: Thirty Four

Thirty Four

 

The day was more exhausting than she anticipated. Rafayel was adamant about helping her move her belongings into the new place, shutting down every protest she made. Mina did admit that the extra help made things smoother, however, she won the fight against him purchasing furniture for her. 

 

“What are you, a servant?” He questioned incredulously as she set her makeshift cot in her bedroom. “There’s literally no reason to torture yourself like that.” 

 

“I like sleeping on the floor, Rafayel,” Mina retorted with a roll of her eyes. “You’re more spoiled than my brother, and that’s saying a lot.” 

 

His pout never left his face, even when he hugged her goodbye. It was late evening by the time she was completely alone and she stretched her body in relief. There was takeout a block away and she made quick work to order food for the night. The outing was smooth and she returned with two bags. Her dinner’s savory aroma seeped through the white to-go bag while she cradled a paper brown one in her arm. It felt like a well deserved treat awaiting indulgement. 

 

When she pushed her door open, the first thing she noticed was the large window within her open-concept living room. Beside it featured a sliding door with a mini balcony made of silver railings. The various night lights from city buildings shone in place of stars that never cared to appear in the sky, creating enough visibility for Mina to make out the outline of the kitchen island and the general shapings of her apartment. 

 

However, she easily noticed a figure blocking a portion of the scenic view. Strong legs, broad shoulders, and the back of a head that peered down at the city streets. 

 

Sylus stood there like he owned the place. 

 

Mina slid inside, hardly noticing the click of her door closing. Her mind blanked as she registered his current presence. 

 

He was the only man who could make her crack in ways porcelain couldn’t. With a snap of his fingers, waterworks could turn creeks into rivers. A look in her direction could activate volcanoes, spewing anger and violence onto anything in its path. 

 

Despite this, she stared at his back with a hollowness no cave could emulate. The beverage in her bag was the icebreaker she didn’t expect to use, but it was welcome to numb the flashbacks of their previous exchanges. 

 

“You moved to a new place.” Sylus said, his back still facing her. “It’s barren.” 

 

“Do you have a housewarming gift, then?” She asked flatly, moving towards the kitchen island. 

 

His light scoff was the closest thing to a laugh she had heard from him.“You’ll receive one.” 

 

There were no barriers between the island she placed her food onto and her window Sylus stood before. The brown bag fell onto the polished concrete as she took a hold of the glass jug inside. The clear, plastic wrapping was stubborn and made her mutter curses until it joined the bag on the floor. 

 

Once the cork popped open, she hopped onto the island with ease. Mina’s legs gently swayed as she took her first swig, embracing the warm bite of alcohol that was a salve to an aged, inflamed scar. She hardly flinched as she consumed her first few gulps, closing her eyes to savor the drug. She didn’t notice Sylus’ attentive stare until she lowered the beverage and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. 

 

“I’m not going to bother asking why you chose to break an entering after avoiding me for weeks,” she began, looking out the window to self-regulate her annoyance. She wondered if the glass was bulletproof. “But can you at least tell me why your bird is tracking me like I’m a criminal? It’s not even being subtle about it.” 

 

She took another swig. In order to become completely inebriated, she’d need a few more bottles, but the long hiatus from heavy drinks already made her buzzed.   

 

The view of the city was blocked by Sylus; the lower half of his body nearly brushed her legs while he peered down at her. Most of his face was blocked by shadow, but she saw enough to know he was as handsome as she last saw him. It was a dreadful fact. 

 

His hand wrapped around hers in an attempt to peel the bottle but she was unrelenting. It was instead guided onto the island on her right side, the light clink causing an echo. Mina’s grip around the neck of the jug felt like an anchor she couldn’t let go of. 

 

“We got off on the wrong foot,” he murmered. “I’m here to address the miscommunication.” 

 

“Is that so?” She responded, looking into his eyes with lidded ones. The anger gripped her lungs, but the exhaustion was what winded her and made her numb. “I thought everything was pretty clear. I’m dead. M.C.’s my replacement.” 

 

“She is not your replacement.” Sylus disagreed firmly. His hand slid from hers and onto the kitchen island. “She’s just…” 

 

“Just what, Sylus?” She found it ironic how close they were despite their emotional distance. He indirectly answered with a clearing of his throat while he looked over at her liquor bottle. 

 

“What do you plan to do with her, Mina?” 

 

Mina’s frown mixed with a pout. “I’m not comprehending.” 

 

“The Aether Core. I sense that you have your eyes on it.” 

 

Mina scowled, releasing her hand to push him away. She slid off the island and stalked over to the window with crossed arms. He never followed her. 

 

“Am I wrong for assuming that I used to own it?” She inquired after a long moment of silence. “That must have been what caused our connection.” 

 

The longer he remained quiet, the more her heart sank. She chuckled darkly. 

 

“Got it, I was loved for what I had. Convenient.”  

 

“Mina, you were my lover.” Sylus retorted. Mina refused to look at him, but the heaviness of his voice told her enough. “Knowledge is burdensome. I had no desire to place that responsibility onto you.” 

 

“Then who is she to you, Sylus?” Mina finally asked, voice slightly cracking. The silence between each response was deafening, but this one was extra painful. 

 

“A mystery. She’s a mystery I need to uncover.” 

 

Her fingernails dug into her biceps, the statement comparable to salt against a wound. The lackluster response would have been better left unsaid.  “Then pass me my drink and get the fuck out.” She snapped. He didn’t seem phased. 

 

“Congrats on the new abode.” He told her, starkly contrasting her animosity. “I’ll make sure your gift is useful.” 

 

“My drink, Sylus.” She demanded bitterly. Mina turned to him with an expectant hand and a deep scowl. 

 

The wry smile he gave her made her blood boil. He plucked the liquor from the kitchen island and returned it to her outstretched hand. She grabbed it from him and turned back to the window, the jug feeling heavy despite it being half empty. She felt his presence behind her. 

 

“Mephisto will still be around.” He informed her. Mina was tempted to interpret his words as caring, but she was too skeptical to believe.

 

Her tightening grip on the jug was her only refrain from throwing it at him, deeming it pointless to clean up the consequences. 

 

“Good night, Mina.” 

 

She dismissed him with silence. His presence diminished with a subtle gust of energy. 

 

Mina fell to her knees, eyes dry and lips settling in a neutral line. She hardly registered the city below as she mindlessly sipped. 

 

Chapter 36: Thirty Five

Thirty Five 

It was a mistake to inhale the depths of the ocean. An intense burn in her nostrils caused her to wail, the unrelenting pressure in her chest worsening the further she sank. The stinging skin and sore limbs were the aftermath of crashing through salty waves from the air. It felt like the end—her last memory would be the apathetic embrace of the seas. Her mind was hazy as the currents pulled her where it pleased, but a grip on her arm ended her journey in favor of embracing the shoreline’s sand. 

 

“You’re awake. Good.”

 

The familiar, feminine echo of a voice was close to her ear. She made an attempt to open her eyes, but a blast of sunlight caused pressure in her head and incessant blinking. She noticed the shadow of someone looming over her, but no more. 

 

“It doesn’t have to be this way. You know that.” 

 

Mina’s arm shot out towards the figure, but the intense coughing fit was what brought her back to the realities of her apartment. Sweat glistened on her forehead as she heaved and leaned to her side, her breath shaky from the lack of oxygen. 

 

The bitter smell of her decision the night before grounded her from her initial belief that she was emptying salt water. Her vision-like dream reminded her of her turbulent arrival which made her shiver. Mina wished her memory wasn’t as hazy as it was; she initially thought she reached the shoreline by chance, but doubt fiddled with the idea that intervention happened. 

 

With a groan, she stood up from her cot and dug through her box of toiletries beside her to find a towel to clean up her floor. It took little time to clean and she carried the soiled bundle of cloth with both hands to the laundry area beside the kitchen. 

 

Between drinking and falling asleep she placed her food in the fridge. Mina thanked herself when she heated the food and devoured her late dinner. It was not her plan to fall asleep with an empty stomach, but she made a deliberate promise to herself not to do it again as she took the last couple bites. 

 

There was a knock on her door. Mina rolled her eyes, exaggeratedly curling her hand into a fist and shaking it in frustration. When she was ready, she opened the door. 

 

“Hello, furniture purchases for Unit 720C?”  The man at the door asked her while holding a clipboard. He was in a simple work uniform, matching the three other coworkers that were beside various pieces of furniture. Mina’s eyes widened. 

 

“Uh-yes,” she said, opening the door for them. He asked rapid-fire questions pertaining to the order. Her teeth ground, immediately blaming Rafayel for going against her wishes. 

 

After she answered the questions, the workers immediately began to move in a long list of items: a loveseat, matching lounge chairs, coffee table, barstools, a bedroom set. The longer the list became, the more her right eye twitched. 

 

She brainstormed the heated monologue to Rafayel while clearing out space for the workers. Grabbing her jacket, she pulled out her phone and tapped on his contact. He didn’t pick up. It felt out of character, considering how he made sure to express his dissatisfaction whenever she didn’t. Mina tsked, throwing it onto the island alongside her jacket. 

 

She planned on making a dramatic show out of it when she saw him next. 

 

A sound of her other phone ringing caught her attention after helping to direct where the coffee table should go. Her eyebrows furrowed, taking out the secondary device from her jacket pocket. The Hunter’s Association ID was bannered on the phone screen. Sliding into her bathroom and closing it, she answered. 

 

“Hello?” 

 

“Hi, Mina, this is M.C. Is now a good time?” The ‘mystery’ had impeccable timing. 

 

“Um,” Mina heard the sound of the furniture being placed and assembled. “Yes, but I may have to leave soon.” 

 

“My apologies. This is brief, unless you’d like for me to call back in 15 minutes.” 

 

“No, go ahead,” Mina told her, uncomfortably aware of the bathroom’s acoustics. “Was there any information found?” 

 

“Yes. I’ll start with Fredrick Gamo. He was a student from Linkon University nearly 15 years ago. Many accolades for his student research on protocore effects on small mammals. His current occupation is unknown, but he is the only son of late Felix Gamo, Senior. Do you know of him?” 

 

“Not at all,” Mina said with a frown. “What did he do?” 

 

“One of the richest men in Linkon. He was last seen in the N109 zone three months ago for an art charity event. The funding went towards preservation efforts of old civilizations, particularly Lemuria. Sources say he may be deceased.”  

 

Mina’s spine froze as the new information registered. Did Rafayel kill Felix Gamo? The connection logically made sense regarding the suspicious list and his particular passion for Lemurian relics. If it was true, Mina was confused about the alleged timing of the death. Deepspace Enforcers invaded to attack her at that event, but when did Rafayel have time to kill him? Or, was there another party involved? 

 

“I see,” Mina drawled. “What does this mean for the investigation?” 

 

“Honestly, it is too early to tell,” M.C. admitted, “and the developments we do have are highly confidential. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to say much more.” 

 

“I understand.” Mina accepted, mind rivaling a cheetah’s speed. “I appreciate the update, and I hope that the names were at least a little helpful.” 

 

“I can guarantee to you that they are. Once again, thank you, Mina.” 

 

They hung up soon after. Mina paced in thought as theories and questions knotted into a ball of yarn. 

 

The spy had no identity, if he wasn’t Fredrick himself. However, in Natalia’s initial briefing, why did his profile say that he went by Felix? Additionally, how was it that the researcher for 10 years “infiltrated” as a trainee? Who was the head researcher before him? 

 

To add to suspicion, it didn’t make sense for Sylus to kill his own researcher. Did he catch onto something that she didn’t? 

 

Natalia began to appear in a different lens; the withheld information by both her and Dom left contradictory crumbs. However, the thought of the Hastapuran leader eliminating the Draconic Wanderer made goosebumps rise on her skin. She may come off as poised, calculated, and secretive, but she never shied away from showing how much power she wielded in those brief seconds. 

 

“Ma’am? Where would you like your nightstand?” 

 

Right, the deliverymen. She made her way out of the bathroom, a thick trail of suspicion following her. 

Chapter 37: Thirty Six

Thirty Six 

 

Something was off about her body. By the time the workers left, she noticed the color of her veins turn to a dark purple that displayed prominently against her skin. The usual hunger pangs and pounding  headache were not present. 

When she pierced her own heart, it was to complete the ritual in order to gain immortality. The demon’s power ran through her veins and relied on her own soul. The catch, however, was its hunger. Sylus’ belief that she was dead felt outlandish at first, but the more her situation sank in, the more reasonable it sounded. Why else would M.C. exist? 

 

Mina found this as worrisome as a sunny day precursing a deadly storm. 

 

She fiddled with the Onychinus brooch in her living room. The earth-toned loveseat she sat on complimented the general aesthetic of the apartment. Despite her efforts to quietly protest her new furniture, a part of her felt a warmth from the gesture. She knew Rafayel meant well, but the wave of revelations she had about the Lemurian artist made suspicion fester within her. Only time could grant her with the wisdom she needed.  

 

Her attention turned from her thoughts to the flapping of wings making a landing on her balcony. Red eyes that peered at her contrasted the black feathers that shimmered against the sunset. Carefully rising while placing the brooch onto the cushion, she made her way over to the balcony door. 

 

“You must be Mephisto,” she said as she stepped out onto the balcony. “Your owner is a creep, but at least he was honest about you.” Mina held her discolored arms out towards the crow. Mephisto cocked his head with observant eyes. 

 

“Have any guesses?” She asked, her lips slowly forming into a smirk. “It looks more painful than it feels. For now, at least.” 

 

He chirped back at her. She noticed the mechanical spin of its eyeball and the subtle metal plating around its body and wings. 

 

“Zooming in? I hope it’s not plastered on a big screen.” 

 

Soon after she said this, Mephisto hopped to her left, peering into the apartment. Mina’s eyebrow quirked up before turning back to her living room. 

 

A manilla folder was slid through her front door. She looked back at Mephisto once more before walking over to it. The crow stayed put on the railings as she opened the folder. 

 

A photo of Fredrick Gamo’s frozen body caused Mina’s wide eyes to widen. A bullet wound was in the middle of his forehead. She let out a verbal sound of confusion as she sifted through the collection, each photo depicting a new angle. The background was unfocused and gave no clues to where he was. Mina slowly moved her head up to look back at Mepisto with a fiery glare. 

 

“I need to talk to your owner. Now.” 

 

It wasn’t easy following the small creature through the intersections and backstreets it flew over. There were multiple times where she lost sight of him until the last minute, nearly costing her motorcycle at a few turns.

 

Eventually she was zooming on a straight-shot trail lined with thin bare trees, dirt clouds forming on either side of the bike’s wheels. She squinted her eyes when she noticed a group of people crowding the road while trucks barricaded behind them. As she got closer, she noticed armed men and women with Onychinus brooches twinkling like badges. Mina slowed her motorcycle, giving it a turn to avoid hitting the members. A tall man stood in the middle, the scar on his face as mean as his scowl. 

 

“Wrong zone, lady.” He sneered. “Do what’s best and turn around.” 

 

Mephisto landed on a thin branch behind the members. Its eyes zoned in on hers and she turned her attention back on the group. The realization that she left her brooch at her place hit her like bricks, resulting in her closing her eyes as she internally cussed. Of course when she needed it most, she left it. An idea popped up in her head when she remembered Mephisto’s duty. Opening her eyes, she placed her hands on her hips.  

 

“There’s no way I can pass through? Never in my life had this happened to me.” 

 

“Never in our lives would we watch a Hastapuran lie in our face.” The man countered. “We know your face, spy.” 

 

Mina’s gaze remained stoic. “How so?” 

 

“Should I remind you of your little trick with some of our colleagues? The soul snatchin’ kind, maybe?” 

 

There were multiple times where this had happened. The men on the shoreline when she arrived, aggressors underestimating her strength as she hobbled through zones, the guards she eliminated while at the lab. Mina felt foolish for not realizing that her face was likely plastered throughout the N109 zone, specifically in Onychinus circles. She continued her bluff, hoping to keep their aggressive state low. 

 

Mina opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of a gunshot hit her ears before the bullet did. Her side jerked from the impact, blood immediately coating her skin. Mina’s temperament flared as much as her Evol. 

 

The wound closed, pushing out the chemically melted material of the bullet. Her red eyes turned to the group of guards who began to brace themselves. Without her command, her Evol reached out and yanked the culprit by the neck. The poison caused their skin to bubble and redden from rawness as they were dragged before her, dirt coating their all-black apparel. 

 

The other members pointed their guns at her, but she paid no mind. 

 

“Was it necessary to piss me off?” Mina sneered squatting down to look at the fearful member. Their hands grabbed at their neck in attempts to gain access to air. She heard a vehicle braking behind them, but the cluster made it hard to see the details.

 

“Now look at what you made me do.” She peered up at the group, her voice laced with warning. “I’ll assume you all want to be choked if you shoot.” 

 

“No, they don’t want to be choked!” 

 

Luke’s squeal was heard from behind the members as they made their way through. Mina groaned in relief, taking a moment to rein control and diminish her Evol. She stepped over her assailant, a hair away from stepping on their head. 

 

“We get that he shot you and all but come on, Mina, they all were just doing their job.” Luke added on once they were a few feet in front of her. Keiran turned to the group, motioning for them to lower their weapons. 

 

Mina’s eyes were lidded with disinterest. “It’s fair game when they hit you first.” 

 

“She does have a point—“

 

“Don’t encourage her.” Kieran hissed “Remember what we all talked about?” 

 

Luke huffed, crossing his arms. “Sue me for being honest about a valid point.” 

 

“Can we please just go wherever Sylus is?” Mina thundered, raising her hands in exasperation. She noticed the dull ache fester within her arms. “I’m on a tight schedule.” 

 

“Yes, ma’am!” They said in unison; Luke sounded flustered while Keiran seemed anxious. 

 

After verbalizing a command for the members to part way, they hopped into their small yet sophisticated car. Mephisto took off at once, leading the way while Mina followed suit in her motorcycle once one Keiran stepped on the gas. 

 

It took a mile to arrive on a land that featured a modern mansion that loomed over neighboring buildings. It was sleek and multi-leveled with a hint of Victorian influence. She was quickly escorted inside, her mind hardly focused on the polished marble and dark color schemes of the interior. 

 

“Boss is expecting you,” the twins said, opening a pair of doors for her once they reached a specific wing. Before she had a chance to step in, Mephisto flew by her and into the area. She followed suit, taking in the themes of red and black dominating the space. 

 

Sylus was easy to find, casually seated on a black leather couch while Mephisto perched himself on his shoulder. An assortment of guns and bullets were spread on a grand coffee table in front of him. He had an empty gun in one hand while a cloth in the other, polishing the material. The animal hide beneath him took the appearance of a dark, plush rug. 

 

“You seemed urgent to see me.” Sylus said without glancing up. “Something to do with those arms you flaunted to Mephisto?”

 

Mina said nothing to his remarks, stalking up to him and throwing the manilla folder onto the table. Miraculously, none of his guns or accessories fell off save for a bullet that plopped onto the rug. She placed a hand on her hip while her glare spoke of her irritation. 

 

“I need clarification on my ‘housewarming gift.’” 

 

Sylus peered at the folder, placing the gun down beside him on the seat in order to take out the photos. “Ah, my head researcher,” He hummed, sifting through the collage. “He appears frozen.”

 

“Don’t walk me through it like a child. Why did you give me this?” 

 

Once he looked at all of them, he placed them back into the folder and onto the table once more. “I didn’t.” 

 

Mina’s eyebrows raised before she parroted him. “You didn’t.” 

 

“Want me to sign a letter to your boss confirming that I had no part?” 

 

“Oh, fuck you.” She sneered, stomping over to the seat across from him to plop down. Her elbows rested on her knees while her left hand rubbed her face. Mina then left her hand over her nose and mouth as she glowered at him. He resumed polishing his gun. 

 

“Nothing is ever serious to you, is it?” 

 

He smirked while she kept talking. 

 

“Kidnapping people. Experimenting on them. Murdering your alleged ‘head researcher.’ Have you always been like this? Or did you run out of options?” 

 

“My bank account would run out before my options, and that would take centuries to attempt.” 

 

“Good for you for avoiding my question.” She scoffed with a disapproving shake of her head. “I’ll ask this instead: why were you making Draconic Warriors?” 

 

“I wasn’t. Your infiltrator did.” He said it like he was making a decision for dinner. 

 

“For how long?” She asked. Her mind went back to what she already knew, finding the contradiction unnerving. 

 

“Long enough for me to notice that wanderers made without my permission kept spawning like roaches.” 

 

Mina’s frown deepened. Then where is he now?” 

 

He paused his polishing. “Dead. I shot him,” he leaned back. “More accurately, he wanted me to shoot him.” 

 

What didn’t help was that Felix’s profile ceased to exist, but it was worse that he had Fredrick’s name as a badge on his chest. “Why is that?” 

 

Sylus let out a soft snort. “Ms. Natalia may have the answer to that one, sweetie.”

 

She felt a nerve tick. “Don’t ‘sweetie’ me,” she told him with a dark tone. “I have no patience for condescending remarks.” 

 

“There wasn't any intention for it on my end, only your interpretation that it was.” 

 

“What happened to you?” Her tolerance snapped like a feeble vine, her deepest question making way. She felt the fabric of the seat shift from her vapor. “The compassion you had for me. Empathy. Was it all a facade?” 

 

The minute she said those words, she clammed up. “No, don’t bother. I’m just tired.” She held her hand up with a dismissive wave when thoughts of M.C. began to resurface. “Theres no point in caring.”  She stood up from the chair, grabbing the folder with a clenched jaw. “You gave me enough information.” 

 

Before she stormed out of the room, he spoke up. 

 

“The furniture. Did you like it?” 

 

Every atom in her body stilled, like the earth was given a moment of rest from rotating on its axis. Her assumptions were shot down with those few words. 

 

“So it wasn’t…” she said to herself before turning back at Sylus with furrowed brows and parted lips. “You bought it?”

 

He shrugged. “It was a quick purchase to hold you while your gun is being prepared. Mephisto will find you again when it’s ready. If all goes to plan, it will keep your symptoms at bay until you find a permanent solution.” He gave a pointed look towards her sore veins. “We have a little ‘rivalry’ fiasco playing out, so it’s the least I can do.” His grin formed. “You’re quite the asset as a spy.” 

 

“And you confuse me.” She mumbled, her grip on the folder tightening. “But I guess it’s not just you that does.” 

 

They were technically on two sides, but her trust towards Hastapura was waning. Mina needed to figure out why she was told misleading information by Natalia; the situation between Hastapura and Onychinus seemed deeper than she initially assumed. Sylus himself didn’t seem too keen on spilling the beans to her, but it was likely due how layered their conflict was. 

 

Rafayel himself needed to show who he was as well. 

 

Sylus’ smirk remained but didn’t seem genuine. “That makes two of us.” He responded. “Happy hunting, spy.” 

 

As she wandered back to the front doors of the mansion, a bone-deep chill began to make its way through her body. The ache of her veins persisted.  

Chapter 38: Thirty Seven

Thirty Seven 

 

Nightfall was a chilling reminder that resilience was not a substitute for recovery. Emotional suppression was not a sanctuary from trauma. When adversity rolled off the back like droplets, it soon turned puny puddles into a pond. Pain would enlarge it into an ominous body of water, then sorrow would fester currents as strong as an ocean’s tide. Rejection fueled waves that overshadowed the figure of a victim ignorant of their own suffering. When the storm crashed onto them, it would drown them in an overwhelmingly dark past until they were too weak to fight their way back to the surface. 

 

Perhaps enough distraction could make all the hypotheticals meaningless. If Deepspace Enforcers found her shaking body on the hard floor in the shadows of her apartment, then it was what she deserved.

 

Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket while covered in full sleeves, a fresh can of liquor was in her hand while the other held her phone. The fluorescent glow of Rafayel’s contact was the only source of light. 

 

Mina felt foolish; she placed the phone back down on the floor. As she pulled at the roots of her hair, she struggled to manage the plethora of stressors demanding attention. The demons of her past. The difficult reality of her present. Uncertainty of how everything would resolve. 

 

If she were immortal, why was she a victim to the time of fate and her own body?  

 

Peering at her phone, she held her breath. Her finger hit the call button before she psyched herself out once more. The line rang as she wiped her nose, eyes burning from her recent episode of tears. 

 

“I promise my phone died.” 

 

The comment felt random to her. “What?” She croaked.

 

“You called earlier, but I missed it. I was in the middle of something and I planned to call back but my phone died.” Rafayel sounded nervous, a moment away from a perceived chastisement. He always found a way to be amusing, intentional or not. 

 

“I’ll admit, I forgot it happened.” A smile tickled her face. “You’re okay.” 

 

“Thank goodness. If it was the other way around—“ 

 

“I wouldn’t have heard the end of it. I know.” She validated. The other end momentarily went quiet. 

 

“You sound congested.” 

 

“It’s nothing.” She assured, clearing her throat. She remembered her reasoning for calling. “I need a favor.” 

 

“Anything.” 

 

“You know of the Gamo family, correct?” 

 

His voice was hesitant. “…yes. Why ask?” 

 

“I want to make a visit. Things aren’t adding up.” Mina was at a loss regarding who to confide in after her talk with Sylus. Her gut refrained from debriefing with Natalia and Dom but it felt premature to request aid from M.C. Rafayel felt like the only logical choice to receive insight from despite their surface level discussions about his objectives.

 

Rafayel made a sound of interest. “Like what?”

 

“Honestly…” she fiddled with the blanket. “Everything pertaining to my job.” 

 

“I see,” he said slowly. “I propose we go together.” 

 

“You have business to deal with?” She asked, taking another sip. The self awareness of her shaking body diminished. 

 

“Yes. Do you remember the event we are going to? The one for the late art collector?” 

 

“I think so. Is it coming up?” 

 

“Yes, it’s around the corner. There are some…things I need to clarify with them. I have an inkling we would both get what we are looking for if we go together.” 

 

“I’ll go along with it.” After she agreed, she suddenly hiccuped. The silence in between made her gnaw at her inner cheek. She heard a shift in Rafayel’s tone— sensitive and cautious. 

 

“I’m going to ask you something.” He told her. She didn’t say anything, before he continued. 

 

“You’ve been upset, haven’t you?” 

 

Uh-oh. 

 

“A little bit.” 

 

He sighed, the heaviness nearly convincing her that she was physically beside him. “You downplay a lot of things, Mina, you know that?” 

 

Mina fiddled with the drink in her hand, surveying the emptied cans surrounding her form. “It’s just...a lot.” 

 

“A lot?” 

 

“Embarassing. It’s embarassing.” She feared the wave looming behind her. 

 

“Are emotions embarrassing or did people tell you that they were?” 

 

Her breath shook. “We don’t have to dive into this—“ 

 

“But I will. I’m not giving you advice. I’m giving you an ear.” 

 

Her throat was restricted when she heard those words. The wave grew closer. “This is hard for me. Being honest, I mean.” 

 

“Welcome to the club, cutie.” He chuckled. The sound of his laugh made her release a soft one. 

 

She took another sip in order to taste a moment of control. However, her inner monologue broke through the phone speaker. 

 

“The person I love has confused me and hurt me.” 

 

Rafayel didn’t say anything. She was fidgeting with the blanket even more, words slurring. 

 

“It took me years to find him. So many years. But I don’t know if he still…” she couldn’t finish the sentence, eyes squeezing shut.  “It's hard. They’re all makin’ it hard. Every single one. It all feels hopeless….” It felt harder to breathe. Was she choking again? “‘M saying too much. Fuck, im so sorry.  A fuck up—” 

 

“I’m coming over.” 

 

Panic shocked her system, her gulp heavy. “Don’t burden yourself—“ 

 

“Quit acting like you’re a burden and let me come over.”  

 

Her mouth continuously opened and closed as she scrambled for words. The way he said it made her inclined to agree. 

 

“I’m not used to this…” 

 

“What? Vulnerability?” She heard a shuffle on his end. “I’ll be there soon. For you.” 

 

Her shoulders sank while her nerves ascended. “M’kay.” 

 

When the line disconnected she covered her face, shaking her head as shame suffocated her. All her life she was convinced that emotions were no one’s burden but her own in the solitude of her own space. Yet, here she was allowing someone to toe their way in. 

 

She truly was a foolish excuse of a woman.

 

Her legs were shaky as she pulled herself from the floor, the pit in her stomach worsening when she realized how many cans littered her floor. Fear gave her enough fuel to throw away the trash and tidy the living space. Opening her mouth was already pushing it, but she would never forgive herself if she appeared as untidy as her mind. 

 

The gentle knock on her door woke her up from her productive trance. Her blanket trailed behind her as she walked over to the door, turning on the  overhead light closest to the entrance.  

 

Rafayel stepped in as soon as she opened the door, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before making his way in. He looked around as if he could clearly see every object in the space. 

 

“Oh, new furniture,” he mused. “No wonder why you told me no.” 

 

Mina’s affirming nod was meek, pitifully hiding her lack of heart to mention who purchased it for her. 

 

“Have you ordered decorations?” 

 

She shook her head. “Didn’t think about that.” 

 

Rafayel turned back to her, observing her as one would decipher every detail to make a sound conclusion. “Then let’s put it on the priority list.” 

 

Before she could respond, she felt the back of his warm hand on her forehead. “Not only are you drunk, you’re getting sick. No wonder why you look like you’ve seen death.” 

 

The comment made her clam up, a defensive spiel slurring through her mouth. “It’ll pass over. I promise. You just caught me at an odd time.” He had done enough; the consequences of her decisions were her own battle. His jaw tensed, eyes scanning her figure before zoning in on the area between her shoulder and head. 

 

“There’s something on your neck—“ his hand slid down from her forehead to where her collarbone was. Before she could sense it, her Evol was triggered. 

 

Vapor shot out, causing Rafayel to recoil. Her eyes widened while his own began to glow a deep blue, tiny scales shimmering on his cheeks. 

 

Mina took a step back, the blanket falling off her body as she gripped both her arms. Rafayel’s eyes and skin returned to normal as quick as his powers appeared, the skin on his hand unscathed. 

 

“I can’t control it,” she gasped, taking another step back as the pit of guilt expanded. “I swear I-I can’t control it—“ 

 

With a huff, Rafayel reached out to take a hold of her arm, pulling her into a full embrace. His solid warmth contrasted her shivering chill, eyes wide from shock as his arms wrapped around her. Mina feared moving while she was embraced.  

 

“You push me away too much.” He mumbled, the weight of his cheek on the crown of her head. “We’re going to keep working on that.” 

 

Mina felt exposed. It had been years since another person knew as much as Rafayel now did. She learned the hard way that vulnerability was a trap for grief laid out by faith. First it was Sylus, then the friendships she authentically formed with a couple of mortals that got through to her. 

 

Now, she was afraid the same damned cycle would repeat with Rafayel. Consequences were pending for caring too much. 

 

She’d never learn, would she? 

 

Her hands shakily reached up to clutch the back of his shirt. She didn’t have the strength to agree with him, but she never moved away from his embrace. 

 

Notes:

Mina deserves happiness :(

Chapter 39: Thirty Eight

Thirty Eight

“Did you kill the father, Rafayel?” 

 

They were headed towards the Gamo estate. The manilla folder laid on her lap while her hands were crossed on top of it. A dark vein was expanding past her wrist which she could hardly cover with her dark sleeves. 

 

Rafayel’s mindless finger tapping on the steering wheel ceased. “Loaded question,” he remarked. “I know it’s serious because you used my full name.” 

 

Mina’s eyes stayed on the road surrounded by forestry. Each tree was a blur. “The question isn’t to reprimand you in case you did. I’m just tired of not having the full picture.” Even if she did have an issue with his motives, she’d need to practice what she preached. 

 

“Oh.” He said. “Then yeah. I did.” 

 

Mina’s eyebrows raised. “Damn, that was easy.” 

 

“You said you wouldn't reprimand me.” 

 

“That is true.” The lack of circles around an answer were appreciated. “Then can I ask why? We are going to talk to his widowed wife, after all.” 

 

Rafayel’s natural affinity to charm others was one of many aspects that intrigued her. His ability granted them the opportunity to speak to Felix’s wife and mother to their child, Fredrick. There was not a way to determine the direction their interaction could go, but she was thankful for the help from Rafayel. 

 

“The reason for why is simple. He was one of the main contributors to why others like me can’t see the light of day.” His voice tightened. “We’re nothing but exotic lab rats to them. People like him marginalize our society into a history project that satisfies their itch for personal displays of niche collections.” 

 

Mina pondered over the revelations. “Then that event we are going to…Raymond’s, correct? He was among one of those people.” 

 

“He was.” 

 

“You mentioned he passed away soon after he received artwork from you.” She turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t tell me you…?” 

 

Rafayel glanced over at her, fighting a blatant smirk. Mina rolled her eyes and leaned her head against the headrest. 

 

“My goodness,” she mumbled. “You’re full of surprises.” That likely meant he charmed his way off of the Hunter’s Association’s radar. It also explained why M.C. gave Mina her card as she left.  

 

“You’re not off the hook either, Lady Hastapura. Why else do we get along?” 

One way or another, she knew that Natalia would receive word about her actions. Mina made sure to send an update covering each conversation with M.C., but she knew she’d have to curate a believable reason for why she deviated and partnered with Rafayel for a situation she was technically supposed to leave behind. 

 

“Touché, Raf, touché.” 

 

The estate was a reflection of the prestige that came with old money. The property was as secluded as Rafayel’s own home, standing proudly in the midst of a large, well-manicured lawn. She felt like she was inside a history museum while escorted through: statues of various sizes, random instruments and relics behind display glass, historical art pieces cultivating an archaic environment. Rafayel didn’t say much, but she felt his discomfort. She couldn’t imagine how deep the issue went and how much it took a toll on him. The thought of it all made her heart sink with pity. 

 

A maid led them to what appeared to be a dining room; an elaborate table lined with seats while windows were stacked on the long side of a wall. At the head of the table sat the widow, Iris Gamo, who mindlessly sipped on tea in a porcelain cup. Her attention quickly settled onto the two. 

 

“Good afternoon, Rafayel and Mina. Please, have a seat.” 

 

Mina followed Rafayel’s lead, exchanging pleasantries while sitting on either side of the dining table. The maid was quick to set and pour tea for the both of them. Their surface level conversation immediately informed Mina that Iris was a cordial and talkative woman, making her unsure of how she would handle the contents of the folder. 

 

“My boy, Fredrick, has always been an ambitious spirit.” Iris said with a gentle, reminiscent smile. “Ever since he was a child, he always pushed himself to earn the best grades in his cohort. He was never satisfied until he received the highest of awards.” Iris’ gaze was distant as she continued. “Ever since the death of his father, he threw himself further into work. Sometimes, it is difficult to get a hold of him. Well, was.” 

 

Mina watched as Iris’ eyes welled with tears. The maid was quick to come over and dab her eyes as she looked up. Rafayel and Mina exchanged a glance with each other. They tried their best to keep their wide-eyed, non verbal exchange subtle. 

 

“A young gentleman came by to tell me the news. Mina, you are one of those people—“ Mina internally cringed. “—tell me, what is it that you know?” 

 

Mina was prepared to be an interviewer during the exchange, but instead she felt like she was on the hot seat. She gulped, grasping the folder she laid on the table. 

 

“Mrs. Gamo, I want to start by saying that I send deep condolences. I have…evidence regarding your son’s current state. You have full permission to view the photos of you wish, but I must ask a couple of things first.” 

 

The main conundrum that bugged her was that she had no clue where Fredrick’s body was. She had no details on who or how the young man was killed and she was tempted to chastise herself for not asking Sylus when she had the chance. 

 

Iris nodded. “Yes, go ahead.” 

 

“How long ago were you informed, and by who?” 

 

The widow let out a shaky breath. “Two, maybe three weeks ago. He went by the name Sylus. Quite the gentleman, I may add. What stunned me was when he told me his age…much, much wiser beyond his years.” 

 

Mina stilled when she heard the name. It kept circling back to him. 

 

Iris shakily took a hold of the folder, her tears continuously dabbed by the maid. Howls emitted from her glossed lips as she viewed the photos of the corpse, her tea glass long forgotten and nearly knocked off the table. Mina quickly reached over to save the carpet from the stain and immediately felt a chill the minute she placed the porcelain back on the table. The discolored vein expanded and branched into three on the back of her hand. 

 

“I-I’ll give you a moment, ma’am.” Mina said shakily. She looked over to the concerned maid. “Restroom?” 

 

When she pushed her chair back, she noticed Rafayel zoned in on her. His mouth was set into a thin line while he looked at her with immense concern. She gave him a reassuring nod before following the maid’s directions to the closest half-bath. 

 

When she experienced hunger, it was different. Her chest and head would jolt from the knocks of the demon, demanding attention through slander and waves of pain. Her senses would discombobulate and her consciousness became feral, licking lips when anticipating a hearty feast. Each time she regained control, the aftermath was difficult to stomach. However, it was needed in order to temporarily free herself from the antagonistic jeers and gut-wrenching pain. 

 

Now, her symptoms were mostly cosmetic. Occasional physical chills despite permanent goosebumps across her skin. No pangs of hunger despite the discoloration worsening. The voice other than her own was mute yet its presence still haunted her consciousness. 

 

Mina pulled off her shirt, winded by the sight. The veins branched their way up the left side of her neck to the back of her skull. She used a finger to gently follow the trail down to her collarbone, down one of many branches on her chest, down her arm, and to the back of her hand. The raised skin was painless, but it didn’t make her refrain from gulping. She had no clue what this meant, and that was what scared her the most. 

 

Chapter 40: Thirty Nine

Thirty Nine 

 

The ride back to her apartment left room for rumination. Mina turned down every chance to explain what had happened to her, choosing tight lipped smiles and nods of reassurance that she had everything under control. Rafayel’s irritation seeped through his silence; she took the deprivation of surface-level conversations as his retaliation to her avoidance. 

 

She distractedly munched on the leftover sandwich he made for her, preoccupied by her thoughts pertaining to Sylus. Mind games were at play; she couldn’t help but feel disrespected from his mixed strategy and her forced participation. It was difficult to decipher if his material gifts were out of kindness or manipulation. If their ‘rivalry’ mattered so much, why did he let her keep the brooch? Was his secrecy surrounding his motives to protect his image or his heart? 

 

He reminded her of the finest jewels hidden beneath the thick and grimy defenses of earth’s soil. Rare, durable, and brilliant. However, stubbornness kept them immune to the erosion of the earth, the packing of the dirt, and the decay of nature’s creations piled on top. Only the right tools and keen eyes could usurp the precious mineral— if it wished to be found. 

 

However, time proved to her that the tools perceived as malleable were deceptively shoddy. 

 

As she stared at her discolored skin, she knew it was time to give grace to herself. The turmoil she went through was as demanding as it was burdensome; she was motivated to end it but unsure of where to start. 

 

Fate was the ultimate enemy that she had her eyes on. Mina needed to make sure that he did not fall into the trap of the Web. If she could not control how the conflict was resolved, she could at least influence the decisions Sylus made. 

 

All of his choices needed to be made on his terms, not the ones Fate had in store— even if it meant their love couldn’t continue in the ways she hoped. 

 

When she fell asleep that night, her dreams were a discombobulated assortment of events. Her breathing was labored from sprinting while her hands clutched the fabric of her long dress. She maneuvered between trees and jumped over logs with her bare feet. 

 

A group of people from a local village chased her while their curses and angered jeers rang through the woods. Mina refused to look back, eyes set on a destination she had yet to discover. 

 

The intense impact from a thick branch jutted from the ground caused her to yelp in pain, her hands flailing as she fell into a rabbit hole. Her screams fell to deaf ears and her stomach dropped from the long descent. Mina kept her eyes shut, anticipating a deadly landfall on hard ground. 

 

Instead, a mysterious body of water consumed her and burned her nostrils. She flared underwater, the dress inconveniencing her, but she refused to let it be the end. 

 

Mina desperately inhaled large gulps of water once her head was above water. Blinking her eyes open, she fearfully spun in the water to take in the hole she was trapped in. The skies above her were quiet, showing nothing but a large full moon. 

 

Taking a few more deep breaths of air, she sunk back down into the water, eyes on the lookout for any form of escape. She noticed the subtle swish of a fish’s tail disappear into a blue-tinted gap and she quickly followed suit. 

 

She kicked her way through a tunnel, the constrictive fabric of her dress causing her throat and chest to quickly tighten from the lack of oxygen. The tunnel finally opened up and she scrambled towards the surface. 

 

Jagged rocks surrounded her but she placed her hand on one to take a break from kicking her feet. After she caught her breath, she took in the new scenery. A mini cavern with a sliver of moonlight poking through. Her eyes were immediately drawn to one singular chest propped open on a rock's edge with a shining object inside: a key. She was mesmerized by the golden gleam, unconsciously inching over to touch it. 

 

Her fingertips nearly grazed the metal when she was yanked back to reality from the ringing of her phone. Mina yanked the phone off a charger to answer it, forgetting to check the ID. 

 

“Hello?” She rasped. 

 

“Hi, Mina. I have an update for you regarding Fredrick Gamo.” 

 

Mina sat up from bed, the grogginess disappearing when she realized it was M.C. “Yes?” 

 

“We found his body.” 

Chapter 41: Forty

Forty 

 

Fredrick’s body was scarred with frostbite. All but his head were covered by sterile white sheets that went over the stiff metal table he laid upon. 

 

Saying that the corpse was appalling was an understatement. Mina was surrounded by others observing the state of Fredrick in the lower levels of Akso Hospital, the last place she imagined his body to abruptly appear. 

 

MC was across from her, eyes downturned with a hand on her chin. Xavier stood with crossed arms to Mina’s right while Zayne Li, a head doctor, was to her left. The chief surgeon stood with squared shoulders and a level head, exuding a composure that affirmed the legitimacy of the crisp cotton of his white coat. 

 

“His mother will arrive soon, and plans are made to transport him to their home for funeral plans,” Zayne informed, regarding everyone  with neutrality. “I advise you all to prioritize this peculiar case, if that is not already the plan. She’d want answers as much as I do.” 

 

“And you said he arrived this morning?” Mina confirmed with hands on her hips and crinkled brows. “He just kind of…popped up in this mortuary?” 

 

“Whoever brought them in was sneaky. We couldn’t find the suspect in the cameras,” Xavier added. “That alone already tells me that his death was executed by someone with calculated intent.” 

 

M.C. remained silent during the exchanges, eyes hardened and brows furrowed in deep thought. 

 

“I’m still going to have the security team review all the footage once more. It is absurd that none of the morticians or janitors were witnesses.” Zayne said. 

 

Mina shook her head in disbelief. “Did anyone on the team figure out how long he’s been dead?” 

 

“They estimated 17 days. Improperly preserved by ice, hence the frostbite scars.” 

 

Mina wondered how long Fredrick himself had been missing before Sylus realized what was going on. It nearly hurt her head how many holes there were to fill in, from discovering who ‘Felix’ truly was to pinpointing who dropped Fredrick off in the hospital. 

 

“Why would he be killed to begin with?” Mina inquired with a frown. Zayne’s eyes were evident in her peripheral vision while she asked the question. She tugged on her sleeves before crossing her arms. 

 

“The closest thing we have to an answer is the N109 zone,” Xavier answered. His hands moved to his pockets while he thoughtfully stared at Fredrick. “Two clusters of Metaflux were found in N103, where a special kind of Wanderers were formed. Draconic Wanderers, as M.C. calls them,” He nodded his head towards her. “She also discovered a base near them— likely an Onychinus research facility.” 

 

Mina caught the twitch in her eye, which made her own narrow. Did M.C. and Sylus ever communicate to each other about the case? Xavier continued. 

 

“Gamo was also known as a researcher there. However, it doesn’t explain why he was found here of all places.” 

 

“Akso hospital prioritizes safety of our patients. We will be questioning employees to further address this matter, but we ask that you keep a close eye on this case.” Zayne stated. “Please excuse me. I have matters to attend to. And you…” 

 

Mina’s eyes subtly raised. “Mina.” 

 

“Mina. Get rest while you can.” Despite her intentional efforts to be covered, she still felt exposed by his analytical gaze and diagnostic tone. “I know a workaholic when I see one.” 

 

With a final nod to the group, he turned and left the mortuary. They were quiet until M.C. spoke up. 

 

“I know it’s not my place to comment but…I do agree with Dr. Zayne. Has work been stressful lately?” 

 

The way M.C. looked at her made it hard to convince herself that the genuine concern was performative. Xavier’s expression remained unreadable, but he was also looking at Mina. She chuckled awkwardly. 

 

“I’ve been under the weather the past few days, is all. I guess the typical work stress doesn’t help either.” 

 

M.C. nodded with a kind smile. “I understand. Thanks for coming out here; I had a strong feeling that you’d want to see this, especially since you sent in the names.” 

 

“You were on the dot. I truly appreciate you both for including me on this.” She gave them both a courteous nod. “It’s validating to hear that I’ve been helpful.” 

 

“Of course, Mina. Like always, please don’t hesitate to call or leave a message. If you ever need help, I’ll see what I can do.” 

 

As she left the hospital, she quietly cursed M.C. for being so friendly. 

 

After sending a quick message to Dom, he told her about a scheduled meeting with Natalia. Considering how urgent the information seemed, she was surprised to see when they slotted her in. Mina began to think deeply about how she wanted to pitch her reasoning behind her digging and how she could frame herself to not receive negative backlash. She was still in the dark about various topics surrounding Hastapura’s rivalry with Onychinus, and she needed more time to unveil truths before she made any unsound decisions. If she needed to teeter on thin ice for a moment, she was thankful for her ability to balance well on the fragile surfaces. 

When she arrived home, a thick, black box with a ribbon in the same shade sat on top of her kitchen island. She noticed a note jutted out the corner of it. 

 

The stone collects energy from your preferred foes. Resonate with it when needed. 

 

There was no signature on the bottom, but it didn’t matter once her eyes landed on Mephisto’s perched figure on her balcony railing. He flew away as soon as she spotted him. 

 

Carefully untying the ribbon, she opened the sturdy box to see a case for a gun. When she opened the latches, her mouth opened in shock at the sight. 

 

The pistol was small, but the tiny engraving on the side was embedded with a brilliant gem that she hadn’t seen since her earlier days. 

 

Nyxfocite. 

 

Her fingers dug into the same spot on her chest that her sword embedded into his own. 

 

Chapter 42: Forty One

Forty One 

Charon Market was known as a hub for chaos to ensue. The environment was an underdeveloped town that suffered from the ghosts of war and catastrophe. Rubble and scrapped litter scattered in the streets like confetti, making her extra cautious of how she maneuvered her motorcycle’s wheels while nearing the section. 

 

Her new weapon was snug in a holster on her side in case trouble found its way to her. Using her Evol was not the wisest decision due to her mysterious illness, which meant it was the prime time to see if the pistol could truly do what Sylus intended for it to do. 

 

A humble food joint she was curious about was located dangerously close to Charon Market. The only days they were closed were during the Zoion Hunt— an event she had heard when she glanced at news headlines discussing the results. When she asked the cashier about it, the older lady gave her a hardened look while packaging her food. 

 

“It’s nothing but a one way ticket for your blood and guts on the walls. Don’t bother; there are too many years ahead of you to become a game point for those barbarians.” 

 

Mina took hold of her take-out ramen with an apprehensive nod and returned to her motorcycle while her eyes swiveled around like a security camera. Save for the bypassers walking to their destinations with haste, the area was eerily barren. 

 

As she turned the ignition on, she felt a gun dig into the back of her head. 

 

Again? She thought to herself, but remained still. Bullets didn’t kill her, but she was unsure of how her Evol would tend to the potential wounds. 

 

“I found you, soul eater.” The voice was slightly muffled by what sounded like a cloth. She wondered if an assassin was sent or if the situation was an inconvenient coincidence. 

 

“Confident move for someone risking their own soul.” Mina responded evenly without missing a beat. “Did you do your homework, or were you hooked by the bounty?” 

 

“You’re all bark, no bite!” She heard the safety turn off. The barrel slowly slid against her skull as the ambusher stepped around to her line of sight. 

 

They were undeniably young, appearing no older than an adolescent. Despite being covered head to toe in black cloth, their voice undoubtedly matched the child-like features she could make out. 

 

“Oh.” Mina realized, eyebrows settling into a line of concern. “Who taught you how to hold that?” 

 

The barrel was pressed deeper into her head. “I ask the questions here!” They barked. “Unless you want to die, remain quiet!” 

 

Mina did as told, taking note of the subtle shake of their hand holding the gun. 

 

“You may be bigger than me. Stronger than me. But that doesn’t make you a bigger person.” The child shakily moved the weapon to point it at her temple as they spoke. “Murderers are never the bigger person. They never care about the people they kill.” 

 

Their fingers inched closer to the trigger while their breathing became labored from emotion. “You never cared that you killed my father, you murderer!” 

 

Mina’s brain short circuited while the pit in her stomach gained weight and presence. It was ill taste to ask who it was— there were too many men that she likely stole from their children or spouses. All her past deeds haunted her consciousness in the moment, making her close her eyes in defeat. “I see,” Mina took her time forming her vowels. “You are here to avenge him.” Why wouldn’t they? 

 

“I am here to make sure no more souls get taken, you demon.” They spat at her, eyes filled with immense hatred and rage. “That way, you won’t take anyone else the same way you have taken from me.” 

 

Mina blinked her eyes open, guilt eating her alive. It was unwise to defend herself against blatant grief that she caused. Her deeds would never change the facts. 

 

However, her attention immediately shifted when she noticed they weren’t alone. Behind the child, concrete rubble shuffled from behind a building. Two grown men stealthily watched their interaction. 

 

“Behind you.” Mina whispered. 

 

“I’m not done!” They cried out, jutting the gun in her face once more. “That trick won’t work!” 

 

“No, behind—!“ 

 

Mina’s body moved before she could finish the sentence. One of the men stood from their crouched position and immediately made an aim at the child’s head. Mina jumped off her bike to guard them. 

 

Four gunshots rang through. 

 

One from her ambusher’s gun. 

 

Another that seeped into her chest. 

 

The last two from her own pistol, making hits at the shooter and their accomplice. She hissed in pain while they recoiled from impact, slumping to the ground with injured yells. 

 

With gritted teeth, she held back her own groan and turned back to her ambusher.  

 

The child was on the ground, their weapon gone from their hands and near the front wheel of her bike. They stared up at her with wide eyes, arms holding up their body. Mina crouched down to make level contact, unable to hide the grimace from her wound. Blood stained the hand gripping her chest. 

 

“What I’ve done can never heal grief,” Mina began solemnly. “You are doing what feels right, but my death will only keep you hollow.” 

 

They continued staring at her with wide eyes. Mina sighed, reaching towards the backseat of her motorcycle to grab her dinner. She placed it on the ground in front of the child. 

 

“This place is dangerous. Eat well, get back safe. That's all I can do.” 

 

That action seemed to bring them back. The child cursed at her, spat in her face, then ran away after grabbing their gun. Mina was left on her knees, staring at the spot they used to be while wiping her cheek with the back of her bloodied hand.  

 

A wave of pain shot through her, making it impossible to refrain from a pained grunt while the wound closed. The gem in the pistol stared back at her. 

 

When she resonated with it, a wave of warmth seeped through her bones. However, it felt the same as medicinal tea temporarily alleviating the symptoms of chronic illness. 

 

 ★

 

As she descended the elevator to Natalia’s office, the evidence folder clutched in both hands, she theorized the various ways the meeting could go. 

 

Ideally, they’d give her a logical reason for why ‘Felix’ didn’t have his own identity. She would then show all the evidence of Fredrick and be praised for her work, keeping their trust and under their radar. 

 

The worst that could happen would be her arrest. 

 

Throughout the past few weeks, all of the evidence she gathered left her questioning who to trust. Secrecy was understandable, but the amount of contradictions and holes this case caused made her apprehensive to reveal everything she learned to the Hastapura leader. 

 

The closer she got to the front doors of Natalia’s office, the more she heard subtle, muffled sounds of a conversation. It ceased when the door opened before she stood in front of it. 

 

A tall man in a black, professional uniform quietly stepped out. Iron-pressed blazer, metal pins on his breast pocket, well-fitted pants and polished boots that hid scuffs. The hat he wore bore a military logo she didn’t recognize. 

 

Seconds felt like minutes as she took in the details of his face, unable to look away when he made eye contact with her. 

 

His eyes were cold, lips frozen in a neutral line, eyebrows slightly arched with seriousness.

 

He looked just like her brother. 

 

They both kept walking. By the time she stood in front of Natalia’s door, she stared at it with wide eyes. Her mind fought against registering who she witnessed. 

 

The young kid her father took in yet raised like he was a full-blooded prince. She remembered him as a bright-eyed, smiley young man that cheerfully hugged and included those he loved. 

 

This version of Caleb appeared as if he was never given the privilege to experience optimism. Joy and light were robbed from the eyes that briefly glimpsed at her as he walked the opposite direction. 

 

She didn’t look back, but she questioned why. 

 

With a final exhale, she opened the door to the office. 

 

Natalia was accompanied by Dom. Dom’s fist covered a frown as he stared at Natalia who casually munched on a small piece of chocolate while seated behind her desk. His demeanor quickly changed once he noticed Mina walked in, leaning back in his own chair while giving her a polite nod. 

 

“Good to see you again, Mina.” He said to her. Natalia gave her a casual wave. 

 

“Yes, glad to see you arrived. Please, sit. You come with many updates, I presume.”  

 

She suppressed her nerves and suspicions with a gulp while sitting down. “I do.” Mina said, immediately placing the folder on her clean desk. “I think we should start here. Someone sent this to my home.” 

 

Natalia opened the folder, eyes narrowed like the shards of ice on Fredrick’s corpse. She took her time sifting through the photos. “The head researcher of Onychinus is now a frozen corpse. Fascinating.” 

 

Mina launched into her first set of questions. “I must ask, Ms. Natalia, why is it that all information pertaining to the spy doesn’t exist? He looks like a carbon copy of Fredrick Gamo and his name was his late father’s.” 

 

Natalia set the pile down, crossing her fingers and resting her hands on top of the photos.

 

“Easy answer. He had no identity." 

 

Mina’s features scrunched in confusion at the answer. She turned to Dom— who couldn’t answer her own question weeks before— and he gave her a confirming nod. “What do you mean he had no identity?” 

 

“He wanted it erased, so we did before he went in.” Natalia explained with the same haste as a laid back professor. “His Evol imitates faces. In other words, a doppelganger.” 

 

Mina’s head shook, more questions branching from the new information. “He went in as a doppelganger?” The information felt too critical for Natalia to casually leave out of the previous briefings regarding the spy. 

 

“Simply put, yes. It was the easiest way for him to infiltrate the base as an intern. However,” her sharp nail tapped the photos. “This news to me as well.” 

 

“Then when I found him, ‘Felix’,  did you know he was pretending to be Fredrick this whole time?” 

 

Mina looked over to Dom as well as she asked the questions. His face was unreadable.  

 

“Yes, I did. When we showed you his photo, it was while his Evol was in effect.” Natalia rested her chin on her hand, taking a hold of another piece of chocolate. “Onychinus is notoriously good at digging, and we needed to make sure that our spy was, in fact, the researcher. If he retained his true identity, it all could have gone differently.” 

 

Natalia popped another piece of chocolate in her mouth; Mina felt a muscle on her face twitch from how casual the situation was being treated. “Forgive me if this comes off as rude, but why wasn’t I informed of this earlier? Not only did these photos get delivered to me by a stranger, but M.C. was the one who showed me the corpse of Fredrick at the hospital.” 

 

“I will admit, you have been roped in deeper than we intended.” Dom answered with a sympathetic smile. “We needed to keep specific details about the situation under wraps, even from you. You’d be surprised at how easy information spills if one too many people knew.” 

 

If she were ignorat, she’d see the explanation as reasonable. However, there was still a lot that went unsaid. “Then what happened to Fredrick while Felix pretended to be him?” 

 

“The better question would be what could he have done.” Dom countered. “Remember, this was a man who did immoral research on human beings. There were no mentions of his whereabouts nearly two weeks prior to our spy’s own death. It was the perfect moment for him to take the reins after observing his habits.” 

 

According to Sylus, it was ‘Felix’ who wanted him to kill him. Mina momentarily paused to think before asking another question. 

 

“Any updates on who could have killed Felix, then?” 

 

Mina used this as her first true test, the bait that would make or break the situation. Natalia looked back at her, light eyes holding a truth she may gain access to. Mina began to notice the back of her shirt sticking more than usual. Her finger tapping on her knee that she forcibly ceased. The breath she held as she waited for an answer. 

 

“Not from me, but what about you?” Natalia asked, taking a hold of another piece of chocolate while briefly breaking eye contact. Another witness could read Natalia’s question as harmless, but Mina heard the slight tilt in the last syllable. The slow, deliberate movement of her fingers as she pulled the sweet treat from the packaging. Something deeper could be read, but Mina didn’t feel prepared enough to challenge. 

 

She shook her head, and it was the end of the conversation. Natalia began to chew the next piece, covering her mouth as she spoke. 

 

“You mentioned that Hunter found his body at the Akso hospital, correct?” 

 

Mina nodded. 

 

“Strange. I know he is originally from the suburbs of Linkon, but his body being transported that direction is alarming.” Natalia’s finger found a rhythm to tap on her cheek. “Mina, I’m adjusting your objective. M.C. may have some secrets that could do us well.” 

 

“What type of secrets?” Mina asked, her teeth gritting in apprehension. What did they find? 

 

“Dom, show her.” Natalia ordered. A hologram depicting a presentation of photos materialized in the space between the three. 

 

M.C. entering Onychinus territory, hands bound while in a backseat. 

 

Her crouched figure outside an abandoned church while Luke and Kieran approached her. 

 

Multiple photos of her and Sylus at an auction, ranging from neutral exchanges to a dance they shared. One photo that caught Mina’s eye was when M.C. was looking away while Sylus stared at her. His features were calm—soft with memory. 

 

Photos where they transported together. M.C.’s arms were wrapped around Sylus as he sped through highways or between buildings. Some showed her sitting in front of him while his hands were on the handles. 

 

The two were also seen in Charon Market. They held guns while fighting assailants. There was a scorekeeper in the background. 

 

Their phone call made sense. M.C.’s reaction when she heard Onychinus’ name made sense. 

 

Mina’s eyes cycled through each one over and over. New details arose the longer she stared at each expression, each setting, each pose. 

 

The two truly were close—closer than she believed. 

Notes:

And the plot thickens

Chapter 43: Forty Two

Forty Two 

 

The dinner bag shook in Mina’s raised fist once Rafayel opened the side door for her. 

 

“I come bearing gifts,” she said as she stepped in. He automatically took the big bottle of white wine from her other hand, examining the label. 

 

“Blener Doux?” Rafayel questioned with a judgmental edge. “One of the worst combinations of notes on the market.” 

 

“If you were this picky, you should have told me what you wanted like I asked you to!” She scoffed, leading the way to his kitchen. He followed closely behind. 

 

“Sue me for trying to trust your taste. Guess this means I’m in charge of drinks from now on.” 

 

As they walked, she turned back to him with a scowl. “Did I choose so badly that I lost my wine purchasing privileges?” 

 

“Yes. It tells me that all you care about is getting drunk.” 

 

“You take that back.” 

 

“Not interested.” 

 

“You’ll be interested when I decline being your date for that event.” She hummed while removing the food from its plastic bag and containers. Rafayel was in the midst of grabbing plates when he turned back to her with a pained gasp. 

 

“And you call me childish? I can’t even refund the dress I bought you!” 

 

“That’s a you problem. I never told you to purchase that gown to begin with.” 

 

While preparing dinner, they continued bantering while floating around each other with ease. Rafayel grabbed the utensils while explaining to Mina why pettiness would lead her nowhere. Mina plucked a fork from his hand and stabbed it into sautéed vegetables. She raised it to Rafayel’s mouth, only to yank it back before he could engulf the forkful. Rafayel reached for the fork while Mina consistently evaded. She ended up standing on top of his large kitchen island, triumphantly looking down at his offended scowl.  

 

The two reached a cease fire during their episode of laughter when Mina accidentally dropped the fork; she was startled when Rafayel grabbed her waist to pull her over his shoulder. Between her fit of giggles, she demanded him to put her down while blaming him for wasting their dinner. 

 

They never made it to the dining room, nonverbally agreeing that standing and munching on their pasta and au la carte dishes across from each other sufficed. Conversation resumed once they were satisfied by their sharings. 

 

“You can’t avoid explaining why you’re sick, Mina.” 

 

Her wine glass nearly reached her lips when she froze. “What do you mean?” 

 

“You’re too sickly to try and play dumb with me.” 

 

With an offended scoff, she finished the last bit of wine before grabbing and unscrewing the bottle. Rafayel interfered and plucked it from her hands, shaking it in front of her. 

 

“Drinking will not get you out of this, cutie.” 

 

Mina glared at him while remaining quiet. Things were easier when they simply enjoyed each other's company. He allowed space for her to be authentic, lighthearted, and unfiltered. It was a breath of fresh air, a type of privilege she didn’t realize she missed for as many years as she did. 

 

However, she knew avoiding uncomfortable conversations was wishful thinking; it was the consequence of bonding. Mina was waiting for the day that the reasoning behind her avoidance revealed itself. Embarrassment? Guilt? Paranoia rooted from the fear of perception? Trying to pinpoint the emotions only made her agitated. 

 

“Let’s not go there tonight, okay?” She said, taking the wine bottle back from his hand to pour another glass. “I don’t even know where to start, so don’t bother.”

 

“We will go there, and I am bothered.” He told her. It wasn’t a command, but the request was a firm boundary. “Start with how long you’ve been suffering in silence.” 

 

She hardly filled the wine glass before placing the bottle down, consuming the small amount in one gulp. Rafayel’s hand wrapped around the wine, sliding it back to his side. “One question, one sip, got it?” 

 

“Shitty ass deal.” Mina grumbled, her annoyance difficult to miss. Rafayel smirked at her. 

 

“Then get over yourself and communicate. How long?” 

 

Mina gnawed at her lip before settling with an answer. “For as long as I can remember, I guess.” 

 

“I guess.” He parroted, but poured a small filling into her glass. “So you’ve been in physical pain for as long as you can remember.” 

 

She swirled the contents in her hand. “Not when I…keep my Evol happy.” 

 

“And how do you do that?” 

 

Mina frowned, drinking her wine. “Do I really have to answer that, Rafayel?” 

 

“I want to know. It’s the least you could do after your scares.” 

 

“What do you mean by ‘scares’?” 

 

“You looked possessed when you collapsed at that cemetery. I couldn’t tell if you were on your last breath or if you were going to turn into a monster with those red eyes you had.” 

 

Mina couldn’t look away from her empty wine glass. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself with a low, weighted voice. “I’m so sorry.” 

 

“What did you have to do to reverse that effect? 

 

“I…I have to gather energy. From other people. That’s how I keep my Evol in check.”

 

He poured more wine in her empty glass— the same amount. 

 

“What happens to the people you take energy from?” 

 

It was like her vocal cords refused to work, blocked by every traumatic scream and the desperate cries for mercy she cut short from her own victim’s mouths. Even if they did bad deeds, who was she to determine their morality? 

 

“Death.” She admitted, watching the carbonation bubble with life. “They die.” 

 

“Your Evol seems…greedy. Why do you need other people’s energy when you have your own?” 

 

Mina felt suffocated. She nearly slammed down her emptied glass before walking out of the kitchen. The warzone of her thoughts battled between maturity and impulsivity. 

 

Rafayel’s firepit crackled with life as shadows bounced around the lounge’s room. The flame’s presence lured her in like a guide would for a lost creature, staring into its depths as if it offered all the comfort she needed. In her peripheral, she saw that the chest remained on top like a prized relic. 

 

Quiet footsteps were heard behind her, leisurely making their way over. Mina broke the silence first. 

 

“Loving someone can make you do reckless things.” She confessed, waiting for an ember to jump and land on her skin. It never did. 

 

“The sacrifices, pain, trials, I thought that what I deserved would be there waiting for me. Turmoil soon brings pleasure, no?” 

 

She chuckled to herself— low, weak, and dark. “But here I am. Left with less than what I started with. It’s all a sick joke. Fate is a twisted, wretched, rotting fucking joke.” 

 

 “It only is when you let the pain overcome you.” 

 

Mina’s head raised, eyes leveling with the chest protecting his late bride’s gift. She felt Rafayel’s presence behind her. 

 

“When I lost her, I felt the weight of what you are describing. If I could ascend to the heavens and punish fate for its cruelty, I would have done it a long time ago.”  

 

Mina turned to him, noticing that his thoughtful eyes were set on the gift as well. Their proximity made her notice the tiny beauty marks near his eye that preceded the scattered trail down to the curvature between his neck and shoulder. They likely led to more. “Then what stopped you?” She asked.

 

He met her gaze. “Patience. Reflection. Hell, even breaking one or two things.” 

 

“I think it was more than that, based on your personality.” 

 

His infectious grin made her reflect his. “Maybe a handful of things. But I did come to some realizations.” 

 

“Like what?” 

 

“For one…it’s not about what’s etched into stone. It’s about the way you interpret the words.” 

 

Wisdom seeped out of every syllable he uttered, which left her speechless. She ruminated over what he said, turning back to the chest that continuously grabbed her attention. She took a deep breath. 

 

“I’m dead, Rafayel.” 

 

She heard the way his breath hitched. 

 

“I tried to defy fate, but I’m dead. I have yet to discover what will unfold from here.” 

 

If it weren’t for the crackles of the fire, the silence would have been painfully bare. Mina didn’t have the courage to see his reaction; how could anyone respond to such news?

 

She took a step back, trying to find the words to bid goodbye, only to refrain when Rafayel reached for her hand. His fingers wrapped around her palm, giving him a full show of how far the dark veins spread on the back of her hand. 

 

“I want to help you discover that there’s more than just death.” The lowered timbre of his voice encapsulated the depth of his words. He stared at their hands while she tried to decipher why he looked as sad as he did. 

 

“What else is there to discover?” She asked, her voice as light as the massage he gave her skin with the pad of his thumb. Rafayel looked back at the chest that held his late lover’s gift. 

 

“More than you think.”