𝒦𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 | Katsuki Bakugo x OC

Chapter 27 - The Arrow

The beginning of the end is here! (For the past lives that is.) I suggest some tissues and an emotional support item close by. Kousuke's point of view is particularly heart wrenching.

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Kousuke

The war room is painted crimson, just as battlefields become. My mother said it is to remind us of the cost of war, the pain and destruction that inevitably touches every person in every kingdom. How the spilling of blood is not always desired but becomes a necessity.

I understand this, and is why I forsake such advances against the northern kingdoms of old. The ones who sneer and belittle magic folk, the ones who deceive us for the thirst of our power with the mystics.

But as I swing my sword, channeling the power of the sun through my limbs, I am faced with the inevitability the late queen spoke of. And it all could've been avoided if I checked Ayane's past by my own faculties. If I trusted only myself and not men from other lands with skewed loyalties.

The ice that once coated the exterior of the walls melts from the combined heat of Kirigaya's and my mystics. I have a nagging of who has come on behalf of the Emperor Todokoro but before I could make such an assumption, thick unnatural inky smoke plumes at the balcony, where General Kami's lightning covers the other general's rear. My eyes widen, my voice too late when I see a sword plunge through his chest.

Crimson, just like the walls, erupts from his mouth, his yellow mystic fluttering away. I hear general Kiyoko scream, her mystic of sound deafening all else. Glass shatters, the soldiers we fight turn to sludge; the work of the Thief.

This is the worst outcome to have snuck upon us. The Dark Horsemen have come to conquer my kingdom.

General Seto rages, his amulet glowing brighter, shaking the foundations of the room. Then a knife flashes from behind General Kami and to General Seto's heart. A direct hit.

I know it is not death for the strengthened general, simply a weakening, a delay in his might. That delay is enough to kill him.

I look at the smoke's form which has a woman with blond hair and glowing eyes step into the fray.

She looks directly at me, a smile tearing at the corners of her lips, the fangs glinting like knives.

"The great barbarian king, Kousuke Bakugan," she sings, stepping towards me.

General Seto tries to intercept, pounding his enlarged fists to the ground. She laughs, like poison dripping from a vial, and swings her hand to release another dagger from her wrist, hitting him between his eyes.

He falls to his knees, crimson spilling, blending with the stone floor. His eyes are unseeing, his breath a final puff, his mystical glow snuffed for eternity.

This is what it means to face the Dark Horsemen unprepared. This is the might of Godai Empire's strongest knights.

General Kiyoko and Kirigaya go next, her heartbeat amplifying into thunderous drums, his demi-dragon form becoming more lizard than human.

The Vampire cackles, tilting her head back and exposing the column of her neck without a care.

Because then the balcony becomes dust, and the floors and walls begin to crumble away to make the war room half of its glorious size. My soldiers cry as they blow away into dust, their naught existence tearing my heart into little pieces.

The attack is much more dire than I could fathom. The Orphan has striked, and his hair glows silver against the moonlight, the source of his powers. To think he's a descendant of the great General Commander Nara Shirawa.