~ Chapter 6: Lost in reverie ~

[Syliar’s point of view]

A long time ago, when I was still a young and weak demoness, my mother told me an old something I never dared to forget: No matter the situation or the location, an archangel will never dare to lie.

I was constantly reminded that they never had, have, or will have a reason to lie to anyone about anything. They were entities of the Light who lived in a constant bliss devoted only to good and kindness. While it was very possible for them to do so if ever was so that they wanted and needed to, since the beginning of existence, all those who wore the wings of an archangel spoke the truth and nothing but the truth. Their strength, wisdom, and the very meaning of their existence gave them no reason to even try to lie in the first place.

For this exact reason, I knew I would be able to find my Soul Mate at that place. Metatron would not lie to me. Why would he, anyway?

With a smirk on my lips, I flew down. I entered Earth’s atmosphere and released the pulse of energy capable of detecting if my one and only beloved Soul Mate was here. The reply came almost immediately. The red wave of energy flew back at me, touched me and with this let me know that my pulse found my Soul Mate at last. I was overjoyed by it, simply exhilarated to the point that I let out a mad laughter.

“At last! After so many millions of years of searching through countless Universes and dimensions, I finally found him! I finally found him! Did you hear me, God?! I found him! Hah!” I shouted as loud as my lungs could bare, but in the form of a Divine Matter being, it was practically impossible for mortals to actually hear me unless I wanted them to.

Without any fear, I let myself fall from the sky. The winds went straight through me, and I even passed through an airplane. Well, I was not in the mood to wreck anything, so those aboard didn’t even sense my presence, and the machine continued its flight without a hinder.

Since I could go meet with my Soul Mate, I had to do something about how I would meet him. First, I would need to find out his gender. Was he a man or a woman? What sort of form did he choose or was chosen for him for this life? I was certain he would most likely be unable to remember me at all, but all in due time. For now, the first step was meeting him.

With a single flap of my demonic wings, my speed was reduced drastically, and I was able to safely land on the surface of the planet. Looking around, I saw nothing but an endless field of corn. I wasn’t anywhere near my Soul Mate. With a single check in the Akasha Library, I knew my exact location, it was in the middle of a field in Iowa, United States of America.

I looked around for a moment and then wondered if I should cause a little bit of havoc here. My demonic mentality pushed me to do so, and I obliged. With a single touch from my curvy claw, I called upon the powers of Pestilence, one of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse. Then, the corn around me began to wither and die off at a rapid speed. In but a few hours, the entire field would have been destroyed and then the plague that struck it would vanish without a trace.

“How pwetty!” I squealed as I looked all around me at the results of my terrible deed.

You did not need to be a genius to know that my vile actions would cause unprecedented damage to both the owner of the field and to the annual harvest of corn. The prices would go up, some would starve, maybe even a couple of businesses would go under, and a few men would kill themselves. The joy this very thought brought me was simply exhilarating. Even if drugs had any effect on me, they still would be unable to give me such a euphoria. But then again, all of those unfortunate situations could be solved through import.

“I guess I should head off and find my beloved now.” I said touching the tip of my lips.

When I first sent the pulse of magic energy to search for my Soul Mate, the reply I got from it told me that he was located in another place on this planet. Comparing what I knew with what I found in the Akasha Library, I came to learn that he was currently in the country called Japan or Nihon, somewhere in a city called Tokyo. I grinned and flew straight in that direction. I didn’t need to go over the ground, I could fly straight down through the bedrock and in doing so, I also caused a few earthquakes along the way. California, especially, would get a big scare out of it and so would a couple of other nations around the world. Once I exited on the ocean floor on the other side, however, there was no need for me to start up anything else.

Natural disasters were a bit more complicated to conjure up. First of all, they usually caused massive destruction and unless all the souls of all those affected by it desired for it to happen, then it wouldn’t. Even demons went by their own code, and it clearly stated that only those who wished to be harmed shall be. The reason was fairly simple. Their souls want to experience the pain and suffering brought upon them by such disasters. They would feel it the worst, while anyone else would most likely just raise an eyebrow and then move along. It was no fun when your target did not squirm and scream because of the pain. Thus, just starting a natural disaster because I felt like it, did not do the demon kind any good. Besides, they were also very good for the angel kind. A lot of mortals showed kindness and benevolence during those moments. It brought about the love hidden in their hearts and raised them above their previous status of complete indifference and maybe even hate.

In other words, a well-placed natural disaster was good business for the angelions, while a bad placed one could result in undesired consequences. Least to be said that my recent evil actions weren’t in complete harmony with the rulers of those Universes, and they may have caused a few if not a lot of trouble for them; hence why I was so surprised that no one took any action earlier.

“Ah! Japan!” I said as I raised myself from under the ocean’s waters.

I passed through it as though it was not even there and then I stopped right in front of the big Port of Chiba. That was where Japan began, and right past the Chiba prefecture, I would find Tokyo, the big city wonder of the nation.

“I can’t wait to see you!” I said with the squeal of a happy teenage demoness.

Without even a second to lose, I dashed through the air and flew past Chiba. I did not even bother to look at the mortals below or even think of ways to torture them. Who even cared about them anyway? I just wanted to get to my Soul Mate as fast as I could!

In just a few seconds, there it was, the big capital of Japan, Tokyo!

Like a bear attracted to honey, I flew into the city, went past the big tall buildings, ignored the humans on the ground and found my beloved Soul Mate. He was young, just a seventeen-years-old teenager. He was walking through the drizzle and headed back home.

My heart skipped a few beats just by looking at him, so without a second thought, I started to look up on his life from the Akasha Library. I was allowed to do that now, since I saw him with my own eyes. The information flowed into my mind at light speed. In just a matter of seconds I knew just what sort of terrible life he went through. My heart hurt just by looking at all the suffering he had to endure.

“Those pathetic mortals! How dare they do such horrible things to my beloved!” I growled and clenched my fists in anger.

Determined to enact my revenge, I flew across the world to find all those who ever dared to harm him. I started with the nurses and doctors at the hospital he was born in. I made their lives miserable by causing the doctor to make a terrible mistake during one of his operations. The women who were once tasked of taking care of my beloved, I let them feel utter shame and horror by forcing their fates into casting them off as the targets of several serial rapists. I even pushed one of them to meet a madman who was looking forward to killing someone. Her blood flowed on the streets of Washington DC as their suffering brought a smile of relief on my lips.

Thus, I continued to enact my revenge. The police officers who apparently took care of him by throwing him, an innocent baby, into a cell, I did them a big favor and made it so that they ‘accidentally’ shot each other, but the bullets wouldn’t hit them. No, they would hit their own wives. What were the odds of that happening, right? Especially without my touch on the strings of fate. At the very least, they could thank me they weren’t fatal hits, but traumatizing, nonetheless. I was maybe a bit lenient on them because they were good cops. Their many good deeds throughout their entire lives were what spared them of my unrestrained wrath.

The nuns of the Catholic orphanage and the priest would be discovered by the police for their human trafficking acts, while the woman who desired to taste the flesh of my love, well... let’s just say she got a feel of what it’s like to be eaten alive by a fellow human being. I personally made sure she stayed alive much longer than humanly possible just so that she can experience the true horror of such an act.

Once, I was done casting suffering upon those in Washington DC who were in contact with my Soul Mate, I flew to Paris and did the same. After that, I went back to Tokyo and started all over again.

Oh, the girl who hit him because her dog bit him, she got hit by a truck. The mutt died, and she ended up in the hospital with more bone fractures than she could count. The car that splashed water on him, I unplugged the breaks and made the driver slide into a wall, killing the worst bully Michael had in high school. Similar fates of pain and unexplained deaths befell all those in his class who took part at his torture. All of these in less than half an hour since I first saw my Soul Mate and read his history. Only now did I feel satisfied. I enacted divine justice upon all of them. Karma was a bitch as some would say, in this case it carried the name of Syliar Heartbreaker.

When I was done, I stopped for a moment and looked up at the sky. I wondered if the God of this Universe wanted to stand in my way, but I doubted it. This was my Kingdom. All sorts of madness, carnage, and destruction I caused here were all in my full right to enact. No demon, angel, or any sort of other entity would even dare come close to me because of this. Well, as long as I didn’t blow up the entire planet and a couple of other solar systems, they wouldn’t even care. It could be fixed, the souls could be managed and sent towards new host bodies to continue learning, so no biggie.

“Time for the parents to meet their bloody fates!” I said with a smirk, and I flew over to his house.

“Come here, boy... We’re just gonna cut you up a bit, that’s all.” I heard a human calling out to Michael.

I flew in close and saw my beloved standing dangerously close to the edge of the building. Reading his outer thoughts and the energies emanated from his soul, I could feel his confusion, fear, pain, and loneliness.

“Ugh... it hurts...” I said as I clenched my chest.

He was suffering so much and yet I could not even see the slightest hint of hate coming from him. He did not hate the others, I could feel it, he loved them unconditionally just like an angel would.

Still, I knew where the fates were leading him to. I had to act fast. Thus, I slowed the flow of time around the area and quickly looked for something or someone to help him out. Just then, I saw a truck filled with fluffy cushions doing a pass. The driver was thinking of pulling to the right instead of the left. Well, not on my watch!

“Pardon me!” I said with a smirk and possessed his body.

I pulled the wheel as hard as I could, the tires screeched, then I pushed the gas to the floor. The truck went through a small alley, almost hitting a random passerby. I navigated through the roads and hit the brakes right in front of the building from which Michael was about to jump.

“Please, make it in time.” I said.

The loud noise behind me confirmed my suspicion. He landed safely on the back of the truck, his fall safely dampened by the fluffy, feather-filled cushions. I let out a sigh of relief and pulled out of the body of the truck driver. He would hold the memories of what just happened but have no idea that I possessed him. It would be similar to one of those moments where a mortal’s mind went blank, and they had absolutely no idea for what reason whatsoever they did certain things.

As I flew above Michael, I let him go ahead. Of course, I made sure first that none of those troublesome rocks hit him. A simple temporary spell of protection cast upon him would do the trick. The shield around him would be invisible to mortal eyes, but visible to angelion ones. It would not last long though, but it was more than enough for me.

“Those bastards...” I cursed as I looked up at his two parents, the yakuza, the doctor, and the soldier.

I flew up on the rooftop and possessed the body of the soldier.

“Time for some payback.” I said.

“What?” asked the yakuza confused.

With a savage grin on my face, I pulled out the gun he had holstered on his side and pointed it at him.

“Oi! Stop!” he shouted.

“You pathetic mortals never did when Michael begged you to.” I replied and then pulled the trigger.

The bullet went flying straight through his head. The next one was aimed at the doctor, and the third one would turn into a suicidal one. Thus, I finished off the three annoyances who placed my beloved in such a terrible situation.

“Now for the parents.” I said, and I flew down.

The mother was arguing with the father.

“It’s all your fault! Because you brought that... thing with us from the US!” shouted the woman.

“No, it’s yours! You said you wanted to adopt a child, but who the hell would have thought you would want a slave!” replied the father.

“Hm, these two need a little bit of help.” I said with a smirk on my lips and then I opened my wings.

Demonic energy started to flow only inside this room. I pushed back the light and let these mortals take care of themselves. All the darkness and hate these two had hidden inside their hearts came out to light and like savage beasts, they jumped at each other, pulling their hair, cursing, and hitting each other with their fists.

That was a good fight scene, but it needed more, so I leaned over them and whispered into their ears my malicious desires like the demonic angelion I was.

“Maybe you should kill her. Maybe you should kill him. Bite him, rip his flesh. Slash her with a knife. Push her to the ground. Take the vase and break it on his head. You can do better than this. Kill him. Kill her. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill!”

Like a seductive serenade, my whispers flowed into their ears and quickly took over their hearts. My dark demonic tendrils of hate clenched their souls and pulled them to do the deeds I wished them to do.

“You bastard!”

“You bitch!”

The two screamed at each other and then, just like I told them to, they jumped at each other. She literally bit him hard, ripping the flesh off of him like a savage beast. He grabbed the nearby vase and smashed it on her forehead. She kicked him between the legs and then punched him in the mouth as hard as she could. He grabbed her head and pushed her into the wall. She dragged him with her, and they both fell on top of the coffee table. The hard wood survived the impact, but they squirmed around, ignoring their own pain as they tried to do more harm to each other. They got up and staggered into the kitchen. They both grabbed a knife and then jumped at each other. She slashed his left cheek, he stabbed her in the liver. She stabbed him in the right side of the chest. He pulled out and stabbed her in the stomach. They spat out blood and cursed each other as they continued their deadly dance.

“Now for the finale!” I said and then using my persuasion, I guided them towards the window.

“Go die in Hell!” she shouted and pushed him out the window.

He grabbed her hand, and they both went through. With a final blow, they stabbed each other in the heart and slammed hard on the ground, right after the truck filled with soft pillows moved away. It appeared as though I brought justice upon the terrible life forced upon Michael.

To be fair, it was true that throughout his life, there had been a lot of moments in which the mortals around him acted as though they were possessed by a great evil, but no matter how tantalizing the whispers of a demon were, in the end, they all had the will and strength to resist them. The angelions could give them the weapons and even whisper the plan, but it was up to the mortals in the end if they chose out of their own free will to pull the trigger or not.

With a simple smirk on my lips, I closed my wings and canceled the effect I had on the room. Looking back, they should have died much faster, but thanks to my energy, they kept on pushing and harming each other until their very end, a clear sign that they were not such a loving couple to begin with.

What can I say, my name is not Heartbreaker for nothing! Kukuku!

However, with his parents murdered in such a gruesome way, it was time to take care of his brother, but first, I decided I would get a new body. Looking around, there were many potential users, but the one who caught my attention was none other than a professional assassin called Nagisa Yuginaru. This was her true name, but she went around by the nickname Red Blanca.

“Purrrfect!” I said and with a few beats of my wings, I flew all the way to the other side of the city.

I landed right in front of her.

She was a young woman, no older than 26, with dyed long straight red hair, a tight leather suit bikers usually wore, and two katanas strapped to her back, which I knew they were 100% real. That girl was not joking when it came to using those babies. With a grin on my lips, I entered her body and took over her mind completely.

“Perfect!” I said as I made a fist.

Possession was quite different from persuasion in the eyes of the Divine. Only the deeds done by the latter counted towards the soul’s final judgement, while the first slammed the responsibility of their actions on the one doing the possessing.

Looking to the left, I saw a bike. It wasn’t hers, but it didn’t matter if I stole it or not. I jumped on it and using a little bit of magic, I started the engine. The bike purred like a kitten and under my perfect control, it had no choice but to follow my each and every command.

I drove away, ignoring all possible traffic rules and headed on an intercept course with Michael.

Five minutes later, I reached the spot I believed to be perfect for our first encounter. It was a dark alley barely lit and with shadows all over the place. I got off the stolen bike and prepared myself for our fateful encounter.

“I can’t wait! I can’t wait!” I squealed like a young woman heading out for her very first date.

 Not even two minutes later, I could hear the commotion on the street. He was getting closer to me. I waited patiently and hoped to make a good first impression, but as luck would have it, that was not to be so.

The moment he went around the corner, he bumped straight into me, throwing me on my back. I groaned and rubbed my forehead. That wasn’t exactly the sort of wonderful encounter I was expecting. As I opened my eyes, I saw him getting up. He was trembling and crying like a small child. The suffering and fear he was going through at the moment made my heart tighten from the powerful emotions pulsing out from him.

I half opened my mouth, trying to offer him some words of comfort, but not even a peep came out.

“I’m sorry. P-please forgive me!” he said as tears flooded his eyes.

He spoke to me with a trembling voice. I did not need to be a demoness to see just how terrified he was, but even I seemed to cause him fear. As a result of our Soul Mate connection, I felt his fear as well.

It was then when he held out his hand. Hesitantly, I took it, and in that moment, everything changed. The golden light often seen among Soul Mates surrounded us both. I felt my heart surrounded by light and filled with joy, but at the same time with the strange need to reach out for the mortal boy, to hold him to my chest, and to whisper him gentle words.

He pulled me up, however, before I had the chance to even thank him, he dashed away, leaving me to stare at him frozen in surprise and awe. Looking at my palm, I felt his touch again. Shivers of pleasure and joy filled my entire being, the light confirmed that he was the one. I smiled and clenched my hands into fists. There was no room for doubt now, Michael was my Soul Mate, and it was finally time for me to reach out to him.

“Where did the punk go? Hey lady, did you see a kid go...” said a soldier of the JSDF as he walked into the alley, most likely chasing after my beloved.

I turned around slowly and before he had a chance to finish his words, I drew my swords and cut his head in half. The mortal’s warm, red blood sprayed out like a fountain, and his body fell limp on the ground.

“I need to get to him before these buffoons do.” I said and after sheathing my sword, I dashed off in his direction.

The fastest way to reach him was obviously by air, that was why I concentrated and spread out my demonic wings. The human’s flesh opened, letting her back bones, muscles, and veins to grow outwards. The energy flowed through her very being, sending her soul on the path of endless torture. That was the price she had to pay for my desire.

When the process was over, two demonic wings had formed on my back. Red warm blood dripped over them, especially on the tip where a few small veins remained constantly opened. Normally, all this pain and blood loss should have killed her, but not while I still had need for her pathetic form. Between the bones of the wings, working muscles formed to allow me a perfect control over them. The thin webbing between the bones pulsed with blood at every beat off the body’s mortal heart. Fully spread, the wingspan was a little bit over six meters.

It was time to test them out, so I jumped up. The muscles of this mortal form ripped themselves apart as a result of the force placed on them, but I healed them immediately with my demonic magic. Once up in the air, I flapped a few times and then soared through the sky like the fiendish nightmare creature that I was.

I already knew where my pathetic Soul Mate was hiding. He was weak and afraid for his own life. I could feel it deep inside my own heart, but instead of bringing me pleasure and lust, it brought me suffering. The Soul Mate of an angelion was the only one for whom the laws of good and evil applied the same way they did to mortals no matter what.

“Ugh... Michael...” I whispered as I flew through the air, holding my right hand over my heart.

I closed my eyes for only a moment, but that was all the distraction that I needed for me not to see the helicopter flying straight at me. By the time I realized what the loud noise was, it was already too late. I slammed into it at full force. The metal parts of the machine bent upon contact with my form. Only a last-minute protection magic kept them from shredding me to pieces, but the pilot was dead. The woman in the back was screaming while another human to the right filmed the whole thing.

Clicking my tongue, I pulled back and let myself drop from the sky into a free fall. I closed my eyes and rejoiced in the horror of the journalist as her flying machine went spiraling towards the ground.

I opened my eyes when I was at the same level as the rooftops of the buildings. In that moment, I made time flow at a much slower speed around me.

For a moment, I wondered why I did not use that same skill to stop myself from crushing into the helicopter. Looking at the flow of energies around the wreck and myself, I realized why. It was going to crash on a highway, but lucky for me, there was a school bus and a couple of happy families there. The horror, the trauma, the life scars caused as a result of the imminent event would be like a most delicious appetizer that would fill me with joy and pleasure. I wanted to laugh like a mad woman after this, but I did not. There were still a few souls I wanted to instigate terror into: the soldiers and yakuza who harmed my Soul Mate.

I smirked. I let time flow once more as I spread my wings and prepared for a landing.

“I’m sorry boys, but he’s mine...” I said with a suave tone of voice as I reached for the two katanas on my back.

When I hit the ground, my blades were unsheathed, and I was ready to kill...