Okay, I have been writing this piece for like a thounsand years, and never been posting it anywhere. I know that post an unfinished pieces is not respecting my story but I just want to atleast let it see the light rather bury in the dirt.
So this one only mention about the Celestial War and my Mc and another non related character that I made up.
What if Mc already know the brothers before the Celestial War and add more chaotic plus angst?
The fight between the student council of the Royal Academy of Diavolo with the Night army has come to an end. General Aya has been carried back to the Night hideout to treat her wound. Her body is covered by blood from head to toe, arm ripping apart. Leg bend in unlogical way.
The doctors and nurse have moved her in immediately to treat her, they don’t want to face the boss' wrath when he comes back.After a long surgery and treatment. Aya now lay in the bed, sleeping peacefully while one of the nurses took cream to apply on her scar.
They all know that general Aya really cares about her appearance, like she has said. It was her biggest strength and others biggest weakness. After that, they clean up the general body and move out.
A few hours later, Aya awakens. She looked around to see there were some doctors and nurses coming to greet her.
They call her general, then it must be people of the night. Only they call Aya general. The others are afraid of her more than accept her as their general.
She grunt and sit up, she is fine.
This little wound is nothing compared to the one from the Celestial war. And that is an angel compared to a demon.
The first time she was in war. She is only by herself, one lonely wolf against a whole army of angels to protect fallen angels. This time, the fallen angels from the past are now the most powerful demons in hell.
But again, she is still by herself, they lose, they lose her, again.
She mis-hearted answered the doctor and nurse checking up question. She rolls up her sleeves like an old bad habit, to take a look at the….
Where are the scars? Where is her scar?
The nurse must see her shocked reaction so that she calmly and proudly explains. And for the response, general Aya did not thank but stared deep into their eyes.
They what? They erased her scar?
The nurse's proud smile is fading right away as Aya grabs on their collar and throws them midair to the wall. No matter how much the others screaming and begging for her to calm down, she keep picking up the nurse and punch.
In the general eyes now is nothing accept wrath, her eyes, her mind is full with wrath. There is no words to describe how much she want to end this stupid soul right away.
When there is another punch ready to land on the terrify soul face, someone reach in and grap her wrist, prevent her to hit the innocent soul that is crying, sobbing, begging her to stop. She doesnt turn back but scream for whoever interrupt her to step away.
But the response for her screaming and threatening is a hug. The night pulls her up and drags her into a tight hug, no matter how hard she fights kicking him to back off.
She hated him, no, not only hate, she wanted to kill him. He is non stop following her, he not stop let her has her own life. He is everywhere she is, but whenever he is there is death.
At the Celestial realm, at the human realm, now, even when Aya has run deep to hell to avoid him. The night still has way to drag her away the happiness she is having, and drag her toward him.
She bit hard on his exposed neck, hard enough to draw blood out of his body. She want to know, is this cold blood soul really cold. The others is screaming and try to get help for their boss. But he shused them to be quiet and gently lay a hand on her head. Whispering she is okay, everything is okay.
But she know that is not. She is not okay, infact, she is being in the most terrible state in the milliane years.
She finally found a place to call home, a place to look forward to going to, a place that she could find comfort. And a place where she could actually take a sleep, without being fully in guard and mind full with cautiousness.
A place that the Night could never afford for her.
A home. With the brothers, with the one she truly loves and trusts, with a family. A feeling that she thought she could never feel it, she has it in her hand now.
But the night, envious of it, he envies that she has a home but he does not, so he has to destroy her.
And one more time dragged her into the dark, again.
