My Beginning After the End

Is it Torture?

It was the next day, we were still camped, I knew where we were going next, another one of my clones found an Alacryan force underground, around the same size as well. It was early in the morning, a lot of the soldiers were still sleeping, I was the only one who fought, but we travelled a decent amount yesterday.

I stepped out of my tent and made my way to the one next to me. "Lance Virion." The guard in front bowed as I got closer to him. I don't know his name, but he was the person in charge of guarding the Alacryan.

"You can take a break; I want to speak with him alone." I told the soldier, and he nodded, and left. I could sense that Melody and Callias were in their tents. Yesterday, I didn't really get to talk to the soldier, he was passed out when he got here.

I stepped into the room, the soldier had cuffs on his wrist and ankles, his wounds were healed, thanks to me, and he was laying on a bed, awake, staring at me in horror. "Don't kill me." He immediately said.

His brown hair was soaked in sweat, it was short, he was skinny, not too muscular, and he had a birth mark on his cheek. I could also tell he wasn't that strong, I didn't know his powers, but I think a non mage could defeat him.

"I won't." I replied. "But I have some questions, and I don't need you to answer them, but it would be appreciated if you did." If he didn't, I would just torture him, which I know that means I lied.

"Oh, okay." He sat up, and I conjured an ice chair across from him, making him flinch slightly.

"I'm sorry, I killed all your people, but I was only doing what I had to." I told him first, then went on. "What's your name?" I asked, wondering who this man was, I tilted my head at him.

"M-my name is Leon." He answered, a cool name for a soldier.

"Leon, are you from a named blood house?"

"No, my family isn't named." He replied, so he didn't belong to any household, that's probably why he was so weak.

"What are you? A Striker, Shield?" I was just trying to be nice, make slight conversation with him.

"I-I am a Striker." Really? He's a Striker.

"What's your ability? Do you have a rune? Crest?" I leaned back, staring at the man.

"I have two runes." He answered, and I waved my hand for him to continue. "One that allows me to surround my spear with wind, and the other allows me to leap higher than normal people." That makes sense, that's why he seemed so weak to me, he was.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I am ---" He cut me off before I could finish.

"You are the Devil of Dicathen, you have to be, a child that can control blood, we were warned to stay away from you, we didn't even see you coming." He admitted to me. "You are feared by all Alacryan soldiers."

"Well, my name is Virion, I rather you call me that." I sent him a smile. "What are you supposed to do if you see me? I know you said run away, but there has to be more." I conjured an ice dagger in my hand, and Leon just stared at it.

"We report it, and we are told to track you if we can in secret." Leon continued to stare at the dagger as he spoke. "We were told that someone who could handle you would show up and take care of things."

"And who would that be?"

"A Retainer or Scythe." I twirled the dagger. "You are the strongest person in Dicathen, the biggest threat."

"Second biggest threat." I shrugged, the asuras were the first. "Leon, what should we do with you? I mean, if I would tell my higher ups, that you were here, they would have me bring you to the Floating Castle, and they probably would torture you for information, so, what should I do with you?"