Undying Love-Chp2

CHAPTER 2: THE AURA

Raziel walked along the lonely night road, the rain falling mercilessly at his body. Not that he cared. He won’t have a cold or pneumonia like the vulnerable humans around him. He’s already an undead anyway.

He tried to gather some strength to shift back to the Spectral World, but still no use. He didn’t find himself anywhere near spectral. He growled in frustration and continued walking. If he didn’t find a place that could access him a gateway to the Spectral World, he would definitely go mad, regardless his usual sarcastic ways and cold attitude.

Suddenly he felt an aura in the midst. He swung round, trying to locate where the aura came from. Was it the aura of the gates to the Spectral World? Was it that the Elder God has sent his henchmen into this Material World? Was it the aura of Kain? Neither. It was something else. Something…

“Human,” Raziel’s voice rumbled down behind the scarf across his face, his yellow eyes blazing dangerously murderous. It was a much more comforting sight than having to see him without a bottom jaw.

He raced quickly towards the source of the aura. The rain was getting heavier. Thunder was crashing and lightning was flashing like hell, but he couldn’t care less. Besides, why would he be worried about catching death? As he raced further and further down the bleak city, he found himself standing below a tall building—an apartment, to be exact—towering up the night sky. This building also had seen better days but it wasn’t as wrecked as Raziel’s cape. Somewhere in the building, the aura was getting stronger.

“What kind of human would have such a strong aura?” Raziel thought as he spread his wings to fly up. “No ordinary human I have ever met has such strong aura.”

Of course, as limited the strength as his wings were, he could only bring himself up to the 3rd floor. The rest of the way he went up by climbing the balcony stairs. The aura was getting pressingly strong the higher he went up. Finally at the 10th floor, he could feel the aura emitting itself strongly at his face. It came from one of the windows to his right. Raziel flew slowly towards that window and tried it. It wasn’t locked, lucky for him. He opened it and crept in as silently as possible.

There inside the room, he almost suffocated by the pressure of the aura hitting on him. It came from someone who was sleeping on the canopy bed. He walked towards the bed to see the owner of the aura and was surprised to see that it was a girl no older than 20. She had long flowing black hair that spread decoratively on the pillow. She wore a black turtleneck long-sleeved shirt and a pair of body-fitting black leather jeans. She looked like someone who just came home from a joyride. It seemed that she was so tired she didn’t bother to change.

‘Who is this woman?’ Raziel thought. ‘How would a normal human like her have such a strong aura? What kind of human is she?’

When he held out his hand to touch her cheek, an electrical force suddenly engulfed the sleeping girl, forcing Raziel to back away. Raziel gasped silently as he held his three-fingered hand that was popping with static electricity.

‘What the hell…? She’s no ordinary human! She’s a hybrid! Her soul is perfect! I must have it!’
Raziel materialized his silver sword and held it high above the girl, ready to strike. He aimed the sword dangerously at her throat and was about to embed it swift and quick when all of a sudden, he couldn’t do it. It was nothing to do with her protective shield—she didn’t do anything; she just remained sleeping peacefully. It was also nothing to do with the fear of destroying himself after sucking her soul—he had sucked stronger souls than this and still lived through the day, like Zethon’s soul, for example. It was looking at her face that stopped him. Her face was so serene and calm, like she didn’t have any care of the world. It was as if she wanted him to kill her. This didn’t feel right. Usually when he was about to kill humans and suck the souls out of them, they would cower with fear and begging for their lives not to be killed. This totally didn’t feel right.

Again he raised his sword, higher this time and sent it swiftly down. He wanted to do this quick and silent and have her potential soul inside him as soon as possible but he stopped abruptly. The tip of the spiky sword was pinned on her throat just right, but he didn’t stab her through. Her chest was still rising and falling, indicating she was still asleep—and alive.

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t figure it out. So what if this human doesn’t beg for mercy? It’ll still be the same. He would get her soul all the same. But he couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. Something was still not right. Somehow everything seemed way too simple. He wanted to kill her there and then but he couldn’t. It just didn’t feel right. He sighed and took the sword away from her throat and ran his fingers through his bluish-black hair. He will come back for her. Someday he will have her soul, one way or another.

He dematerialized his sword and stepped back from the bed. He hissed, “You’re lucky this time.”

As he crept back to the window and climbed out into the rainy open, he made a vow to find out who this girl really is.