Bolt Through The Heart (Quanxi X F.OC)

-''Run away.''-

(ALRIGHT SO.... I don't know why the fuck this book is suddenly in my unpublished list when I like wrote 20~chapters for it but here I am uploading it again!)

(This music video/song up top feels like our OC's theme song lol, fits her a lot.)

When the four horsemen devils were created from humanity's basic fears, surprisingly it was Conquest that had the most power out of them all.

To ensure their own safety, Famine, War and Death turned on Conquest, tearing the devil apart, forming two equal strength-ed devils as a consequence of that action.

The devil of Control and the devil of Domination, both able to pass of as twins in the eyes of humanity as since they were the same devil despite being split in two body with two minds of their own, they always looked similar to each other and the original devil of Conquest.

But the Control devil had a dark heart, growing to despise the Domination devil because despite considering them as a weak, good for nothing, parasite, the Domination would never bend the knee and bow down to them.

The Domination devil never requested anything great from the other devil, only too not be hated, she would do anything at the start and yet it was pushed aside.

And one day the patience of the Control devil ran out, doing something that would change both their lives forever.

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It was raining heavily, anyone would say they could barely see passed their hand if held up and yet a woman looking like in her early twenty was walking down the street in it.

Her light green dress shirt drenched and sticking on her body, leaving little too the imagination of anyone that might witness her walk passed them.

White sport shoes sopping wet on the inside, squelching like sponges at each step.

Her dress pants sticking too her legs just like the heavy rain that glued her hair too her face but even so the messy look too them was visible, the short braid in the back pulled loose, the hair tie somehow still holding on for dear life.

The rain would wash the blood and tears down her face, staining pink on the coll of her shirt.

Her red eyes with concentric darker yellow circles in them looking tired, drained, lifeless, as the dark under eye bags only reinforced this look with the lack of motivation visible anywhere on her face and in her movements.

Her joints and bones were aching but it was nothing new, the thin woman lived with this pain for a long time, a constant gnawing pain no matter the time of day or if she was awake or not. Any normal human would have long collapsed and yet she still walked, walking away from her.

Her breath hitched, tears pooling out in the typhoon raging around her.

Lifting her scarred up hands, knuckles red with blood, covering her face with them.

"Why?" She asked in the deafening rainfall, falling to her knees on the concrete but barely feeling it, forehead bouncing on the ground as she fell forwards but stayed like that. "Why? What did I ever do to you?" She asked again, voice strained from previous screaming, breaking to pieces.

She didn't know for how long she cried out there, in the storm, before worthless steps entered her hearing range but she didn't care, she couldn't care.

Any human would just scoff at her and walk away, that's all they did, ignoring those in need, whispering that it was not their problem, that someone else would help them instead.

"Just leave." She hissed through shattered vocals as the hand grabbed her upper arm and pulled her up sitting, she kept staring at the ground, limp, head hanging.

"Come, staying out here will get even the hardiest of devils sick." The gruff voice said, not moving on to stand her up which would have been a nightmare if she keeps herself this limp when he'd try to.

"Don't act as if you care for a devil Kishibe, she is right, just let me die, it would be the best for everyone." She hissed with despair.

"I hate devils sure and I want to kill her yes but you've never proven to be a danger."

"Careful with your words.... She can hear."

"Just like you can too Seifuku so you should know what I think about you so, get up from the ground and lets go back inside before I end up drenched."

The devil sighed, grabbing on the arm holding her and standing.

"You old fart, having a soft spot of THE domination devil?" She gently slapped his chest with the barest of smiles. 

"You are much more bearable then your sister." He said, not letting her go and walking away, towards his home, a small but comfortable home.

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"Take this." A towel was thrown at her face. "Find something to wear after drying off, I don't care what just do." He waved her off.

"Yes faaaaather." She mocked him before rolling her eyes.

She didn't want to mess with his good clothes despite the old man not caring, so she grabbed a old brown shirt and sweatpants with the elastic still in them as she headed to the bathroom.

She locked the door, the smile she forced falling the moment she was sure he wouldn't be able to enter.

"Oh Sei, if only you were someone else.... She might hate you less then." She looked at her face.

(Okay I found a Makima pic online and edited the colors around only since this character is supposed to be an almost copy of Makima. The picture is up top, the og pic to the right and the modified by me is to the left.)

She pulled the basically untied braid out completely, brushing the hair out with her fingers, still looking like shit despite it all.

She knew Makima always despised her existence for obvious reasons but it was the first time it went this far as both devils knew, since they originated from one original devil, if one died the other would too.

"Well.... At least that is the theory.... Seems like Makima wanted to test it." She sighed, despite it all she couldn't hate her, despite being used as another weapon for the devil hunter bureau.

She left the room soon enough, joining the hunter in the living room.

"I still find it amusing Kishibe is the one to have come after me, not Aki nor Himeno, Kishibe, the man who is supposed to eradicate us." She said.

"Say what you want, you are the one person, devil or human, that doesn't test my patience on good days." The man answered, not even looking up from his week old newspaper as he sat on the couch in his home.

"Careful, your students will get jealous." She sat next to him.

"All my students are students by Makima's will."

She sighed hearing her name.

"Yeah true."

"Sei, for your own safety I think you should leave, you are the only one able to hide from her, she tried to kill you and, if you repeat this no one will believe you, I would miss you if you died so.... Run away."

"You are evil, I'll never be able to brag about this because everyone will think I lied." She chuckled. "But where even would I go?"

"Anywhere but here."

"Alright... I'll think about it." She promised, leaning against his shoulder, he grumbled but didn't complain.