The Fallen Angel

The Devil himself....

"Remember Kyra, you aim while turni......"

Ryker started to say when he saw something coming towards him with full force. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the dagger he caught and now held at arm's length. He looked up at the only person that would dare try to throw a dagger at him and aim it at his heart.

She met his gaze with one more fierce than his own. Almost as fierce as........

"I am not a small girl anymore. And I really don't need you distracting me.....at all"

Ryker glared at her before throwing her dagger back to her. She caught it with the blade in between her fore finger and her middle finger making her bleed.

Ryker's eyes narrowed at her and he smiled when he saw that he had caused her a little pain and made her bleed.
But his smile suddenly faded when she smirked at him before turning her back at him.
He shook his head. He didn't understand her anymore.

Kyra laughed when she saw the face of her uncle. She always derived joy when she proved to him that she was not weak like he and most "people" term her to be most times.

Her victorious moment slid past her when she saw her sparring partner come at her with full force. But it all came back and she smirked the same way her uncle hated it.

As he came, she didn't move but slowly licked and sucked the blood that was still dripping down her fingers. With her mouth full of blood, her eyes flashed a hint of gold mixed with black as she slowly looked up at the man running towards her.

When he was about an inch close to her with his dagger pointing at her, she spat the blood in his face and he became distracted, and that was all Kyra needed.

She punched him over and over again in the gut and face, not giving him any room to block it. Not because she was afraid he would hit her back.... She was just enjoying herself.

When she felt he had enough. She stopped punching him and gave him a final kick in the gut which made him fall to his knees.

She was about to leave him but then he started getting up. He picked up his dagger while Kyra watched him lazily, her eyes turning gold again.

" Ok, that's enough fun for me in one day", Kyra thought as she dodged when he tried to strike her with his dagger.

He was about to do it again when she cursed under her breath and shoved her dagger halfway into his chest.

He was already bleeding but she knew he would heal so she swiftly moved behind him and kicked the back of his knee. He lost his footing and fell on his face. Landing on his chest, the dagger went further into his chest, this time touching his heart.

Kyra who was closing her eyes, opened them slowly when she heard cheering and applause from the crowd of "people" that had come to watch them.

She closed her eyes to savour the moment. She loved this feeling.
She was about to open her eyes when they stopped cheering and she heard gasps. She heard them walk away, some running. She heard her Uncle curse under his breath. She heard Rohan greet someone.

And then she felt it.That presence. The presence of the one person no one dared to come in contact with or be in the midst of. The presence of the person her Uncle and Rohan always taught her to respect, not like she needed them to teach her that. She feared this person, that was not a person, He was worse than that.

The one creature that she had never met but feared none the less and thought she would never meet in her lifetime.

The Devil himself............................