cecelia- p5r

08 - bless and curse

When Cecelia opened her eyes, she was standing in front of the castle that had been named "Kamoshida's Palace", it being less intimidating than when she was here the first time. Looking down, the vice-president realized that she had changed into the outfit that had come with Saint Xenia's arrival, enjoying how the outfit looked on her. Reaching up to touch the grey mask that was covering her eyes and nose, a smirk filled the black-haired girl's face, her walking forward and instantly wincing at the pain that filled both her hand and her thigh. Hissing pain, the girl gripped her mask as she walked into the castle, her murmuring "dia". With that word, a green-yellow light surrounded the girl, healing the wounds that the girl had underneath her clothes.

"Did you do that, Xenia?" The girl asked, feeling the Saint more prominent in her head since she had entered the castle. Cecelia didn't know why she said that specific word or how she even knew to say it, it just felt like she should've. Blue-eyes were wide and on alert, her noticing a suspicious lack of guards in the entrance to the castle. Not wanting to take any chances, the girl continued along, her listening to the Saint's gentle voice as she navigated her way through the castle completely by luck alone.

I am merely doing the things you wish for me to do. But, with this in mind, I am aiding you until you get your footing, so to speak.

Cecelia nodded, her not responding to the Saint. As she walked down the hallway, Cecelia froze, noticing a guard that was quickly approaching her, yet hadn't seen the vice-president yet. Quickly hiding behind a column, the girl waited until the guard's back was towards her, her then jumping onto the guard's shoulders and ripping the cyan mask off of the guard's face, the guard falling over and turning into a pile of a purplish substance. On instinct and with the aid of Saint Xenia, the girl got into a fighting stance and drew her sword, the silver claymore fitting easily in her hand. Enjoying the feeling, Cecelia spun the sword, using her wrist to make it spin in a circle and her grabbing it again.

Out of the substance that was now disappearing came what the black-haired girl would call a fairy, it dressed in a blue leotard with matching gloves and boots. Glowing wings made the creature hover a few feet above the carpeted floor. Instantly reaching for her mask, Cecelia screamed Saint Xenia's name and she appeared, the mask disappearing from the blue-eyed girl's face and a circle of blue flames surrounding the blue-eyed girl, them also surrounding the grey-skinned Saint who stood behind the girl, her pupilless eyes closed and hands in a prayer position. "Kahoua!" The girl cried, the Saint spurring into action. Holding out her hands, Xenia opened her eyes, a blinding light emitting from them and going directly towards the fairy.

Cecelia noticed the fairy stop moving slightly, a high pitched sound of pain emitting from the creature. However, the bless skill didn't do much to the fairy, so the vice-president made a mental note to use a different skill next time. Now it was the fairy's turn to attack, her launching out lightning that the black-haired girl dodged, her sheathing her sword and launching herself into a back handspring. After this, Cecelia stood back up, but instead of calling the Saint again, the girl thought through her actions for a second. The creature was flying, so what if she could take out its wings?

Pulling out her handgun from her boot, the vice-president fired at the fairy, it letting out a scream and falling to the ground when the bullet connected. At this, the girl quickly placed her handgun back into her boot and unsheathed her claymore, rushing towards the fairy and quickly slicing through it, causing it to disintegrate with a pile of dust and dropping some yen coins. Cecelia quickly picked these up and pocketed it, her sheathing her sword. After this, the girl continued her exploration, noticing that just a hint of her energy had been taken from that battle.

You did even better than I thought you would, my child. I was right to pick you.

Smiling at the praise from the Saint, Cecelia continued onward, quickly crossing the room and taking a spiral staircase that led her lower into the castle. After entering the dark and mouldy area, Cecelia's eyes widened as she heard sounds of pain, her heeled boots clicking against the stone floor. Stopping at a large opening with bars, the blue eyes of the girl widening at what she saw.