Love and Lies ( Yandere Anos Voldigaod Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Two Kinds of Mercy

    3,000 years ago, Earth

       Suddenly, in the middle of their banter, scuffles were heard. Anos felt other presences approaching them. Powerful presences. He felt and knew immediately that they were angels.

      His hawk like gaze on Keila detected her sudden tension and rigidity. Her eyes darted around, cautiously and the subtle fear in them raised flags in Anos's head. Without a doubt, she detected their presences too.

      Immediately, like a deer she started to look for an escape from them. "I can't stay here any longer. I'll be coming back for your head." She said, scurrying to her clothes that she had previously left on a rock and putting them on.

      She turned to the darker part of the woods and began to run. Out of the blue, Anos gripped her right arm, stopping her in her tracks. Her eyes widened, struggling against his vice like grip. He was a completely different person now than he was before.

       His strength spiked unbelievably, so strong, possibly as strong as her. "Let me go!" She said in a harsh whisper with gritted teeth. He shook his head. "Gatom." He spoke instead, casting a transportation spell.

      Instantly Keila found herself, with Anos still holding her arm in the outskirts of a human village, half the world away from her pursuers.

       "Where have you taken me?" She asked quickly putting space between herself and the demon. He only cocked his head and asked her, "Why didn't you use magic?"

      She scoffed, turning her back to him as she started hiking down the mountainous terrain, rounding away from the human village. "Because if I did, they would've detected it. You coming?"

        She didn't want to admit it but she was thankful for him saving her and she didn't want to be alone, especially on Earth. It was her first time pretending to be a creature of land. She hid her wings away and now, there was a demon on her tail.

       It was a comfortable silence between them as they trekked down they dirt path. They both stopped at the sound of horses neighing and carriage wheels.

      There had been a group of men riding past them as they got off the path. They looked gruff and wild, almost like thieves. However as soon as she saw the cages enslaving humans on the carriage she found out that the men were slave traders.

       As soon as one of them laid their eyes in her, their entourage halted. Humans typically did not have the ability to determine what a creature is or that they too blinded by greed or envy.

      She could see evil intention in their eyes, so sour that she could almost taste it and so putrid that she wanted to vomit. She found it hard to make a move against them since all her life she was taught to love humans above all creatures, but these men were inhuman.

       Beasts in the guise of human skin. Monsters with rotten hearts. All that time, she didn't feel alone, infact her newfound companion, Anos had stepped infront of her, blocking their view.

       One of the men recoiled and sneered. They appeared arrogant because of their number and maybe because the saw that Anos bore no weapons.

        "Listen lad, if you step away now we might spare you're life. Just give us that beauty hiding behind you." She heard one of the men say, his voice gritty like sand paper. He brandished a large sword on his right hand, it's blade looked heavy but the bluntness didn't escape her eyes.

       "Or you could go and I will spare your lives." Anos replied calmly and almost arrogantly, smirking at them as he stood up straighter and held his head high. He was a demon and he knew blood, pain and death all too well.

       'They are just humans. Should I burn them or decapitate them?' His train of thought on a hundred ways to kill them was halted when he remembered that she was an angel, 'What would she want to see?'

       "You cocky b*stard! Get him!" The boss commanded his merry band of murderers finally losing his patience at Anos's confident remark.

       It was an easy fight and it was over in a heartbeat. Keila did not even have time to fight as all the slave traders lay unconscious at Anos's feet, leaving only the leader whose eyes stared wide in disbelief. His knees shook as his big sword fell with a this on the ground.

        "Spare me!" He cried, stuttering as he begged for his life with tears from his eyes. "Please! Give me mercy!" He knew that he had gone against the wrong people, or were they even people to begin with. He should have paid the woman with unearthly beauty no mind. He should've turned a blind eye.
  
        'I should have known that a beauty like that was too good to be true.' Truth be told, he was planning to take the man as well, as a slave too. He had good looks, devilishly handsome. The boys thought wrong.

        The monstrosity of a man had been kind enough to leave his men alive but the look in his eyes did not warrant the same fate for the boss. He shook his head as he continued to grovel, tears and snot running down his face.

        "Where was the mercy for them?" He froze. His heart felt as if it had stopped midbeat as he heard a soft feminine voice. Smooth like velvet but cold like the winter chill.

       He could do nothing but cower under her merciless gaze. Even if she had done nothing he realised that the man beside her would listen to her wishes and if she wanted the boss dead, then gods have mercy on his soul.

       Instead, with a dagger in hand she walked. Cold sweat ran down his face profusely, watching the blade glint in the moonlight. However, she simply walked past him and towards the cages.

      In one slash, the cages and chains had been cut to pieces. All of his enslaved people were free of their shackles. It was then that he saw death. The Grim Reaper waving at him from the afterlife, preparing to reap his soul.

        "You're free now." She told them, they slaves, malnourished, dirty and weak looked at her as if she were a goddess and maybe she was godsent. As soon as their eyes turned to look at him, anger burned like the fiery inferno.

        "What to do with your freedom is only for you to decide, if you choose to stain your hands and become a monster like him, I will not stop you." Was what she said as she began to walk away.

      Anos was surprised. He had heard that angles were merciful creatures but he didn't expect her to turn around and walk away from a criminal she could have punished.

       "You're letting him live?" He couldn't help but ask, walking after her. "Yes. Is that wrong?" But Anos didn't answer her instead he found it amusing for an angel to be asking for what is right and wrong.

        "If they spare him then they are more human, if they kill him they are still human, ones who took justice with their own hands. If he lives, he can repent and perhaps be saved if not then he dies and pays for his crimes just the same."

        They were already out of earshot when Keila told him this. Anos shrugged. Being a demon he did not value lives much, nor virtues or good deeds but he knew an inkling to what kindness was, afterall even demons knew how to love.