An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Her name is Alpha-5

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She took another bite from the piece of soft bread and the juicy pieces of flesh in between each panel. Finding herself to hum in delight as she chewed through her meals strange appearance. Its form so simple, so crude and yet so unfathomably good that she was still having problem to grasp her head around...

The rough, cool texture of the bread shining in contrast with the soft, yet steaming hot meat that attacked her senses with the right amount of salt and spices through the liquid inside the flesh. That alongside her hunger made what little resistance to actually eat with some manners fly over her head as she dedicated herself to ravish it with childish glee.

The way her cheeks had heated up when she noticed her saviour staring at her with what could only have been a rise eyebrow, not disapproving perse but rather slightly bemused by the ordeal was a keen reminder to keep herself in check in front of him. Truly, there were no words to describe the embarrassment she felt when she knew how to act composed, but she just could not help it.

Not when her body betrayed her so readily!

Still, it was not all her fault. She had never thought you could put those two things together and be able to mix their savours properly, nor she had known someone could create food through magic. Another thing she would be grateful for..

Grateful.

She mused at the sound the word made inside her head. That was a word she was using quite a lot these days, wasn't she? To describe how she felt towards her dark clad saviour.

She looked down at her hands, at the timid reflection of her face from a pool of water on the ground. Even the fact she could feel her heart, to see the sun rise and hide behind the peaks of the mountains. The way the cool breezes of wind brushed against her.

All of this was thanks to him..

If she was honest with herself, it was hard to admit it..., but not because she had anything against it or that she did not believed it he was the cause of her new found happiness. But rather because she was still trying to come up to terms of her own mortality.

She didn't know for how long the darkness had claimed her..., but for her it had been just a day since she lost consciousness and had woken up back into the world. To say that she had yet to proper digest this...mess was an understanding.

She was supposed to be dead, or worse...but he had saved her. Spared her from living the rest of her days a hideous monster, spare her from the violent and meaningless death that she would have suffered at the hands of those who care not for her, for who she had been..

She rose her head, wiping away the crumbs from her lips.

Her mother, her people..elves and humans alike, they had spurn her. They had repudiated her and hunt her down like an animal.

But not him...

How strange, wasn't it? That the first spark of kindness she had been shown..and it wasn't one of her kin. He who appeared like a monster of the darkest tales, he whose eyes glowed incandescently with out pause or blink like hungering flames...

He who had cared for her...

The memory of those eyes meeting hers back at the landscape of her own mind and the simple offer of his hand came back, making her smile shyly as her cheeks started to heat up a little bit.

She cocked her head to the side, glaring at the man who had made the impossible come to reality. Standing still on the edge of their little zone of relax in the ruins of the village. His massive frame comically leaning against the wall of a battered house that she was sure had he tried to enter would have made it topple down over him.

His weapons were out of sight as he remained with his arms crossed, he stood guard so that she could enjoy a moment for herself.

She was thankful for it, yet she wouldn't have minded at all to share it with him in the slightest. In fact, she had wanted him to stay close to her. To speak with him, to listening to him.., get to know him..

Because if there was something that she felt more than gratitude was curiosity. And how couldn't she when he was the epitome of mystery and strength given form? She wanted to know where he came from, what had he done to achieve such power, what was his story...

And if there was anything, anything at all she could do to take that sadness away from his solemn eyes.

Her youthful face started to crease as she felt her stomach start to tie itself into knots, her chest growing heavy as she took another breath. She sighed with apprehension.

This was not done out of pity...

No, she would never shame him like that when he had been kind enough to grant her such rare mercy.

It just felt...that she could do it, that perhaps..her pain and his were similar in kind. Perhaps it was true that misery loved company and how ironic it felt that the best way to help him...was to actually know .

Of course, she had not asked him yet, nor he had say it either. He had not even done anything to imply it with his acts and words...not directly. But each time she looked at him and their eyes met she could not help but feel that sense of loneliness to emanate from behind the stare of the dark god.

Cold and heavy...

And above all things...distant, as if there was a wall between them.

No.., not wall. He was pushing her away. He was trying to protect her from this cruel world, the cult..

And from him..

She bit her lip, her fangs digging into the soft flesh and drawing blood.

She clutched her left arm with her right hand, caressing it softly. Remembering the phantom pains of the very same limb that had been the first one to break and shatter into dead, rotting flesh...

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she felt her face crease and became marred with emotions that tried to resurface and take control. It was hard, perhaps even harder than before her rebirth.

But she did it anyway...

She would not allow such petty, meaningless thing to be an obstacle to her.

She hated the Cult for what they had done to her, to so many! But she would be lying if she said she was doing all these just for that. From that very moment her hand had grasped and became intertwined with his she had wanted nothing more than to stay by his side.

She was weak so she had to grow stronger so evil would not trample her again. She was foolish so she had to learn to wise up so she would not wander on aimlessly in this world if only for one day for her to become his equal...

To see those eyes flicker not with that mute agony he bared alone, but with the happiness they deserved. The one he had gifted her.

A feeling of resolution started to stir up inside her, fuelling her with determination as she channelled those thoughts and oaths into power to ran through her veins..

She rose from her rock made seat, tossing whatever crumbs of bread remained over the folds of her green skirt as she before graving the sword he had made just for her. Glaring at the reflection one final time...

Her grip growing stronger..., her breath hitched.

She did not know how she would do that, how or when..but she knew that there would be the day when she would succeed for as long as she gave her all. But until that day came she would do what she could, stand by his side and share the weight of the world that his shoulders held.

And so she walked towards her master who even though was still looking away, she knew he was seeing her.

There was still a lot to do...