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

Her name is Alpha -7

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He was not happy, not by any means....but that was nothing new to him. The fiery hearth growing inside his chest that spoke of the still dormant, yet constantly quelled pulses of violence pulsating inside his veins breed out through the passing of the ages was reminder enough when the scars below carved into his flesh were merely known to their wearer.

But this time it had nothing to do the aching influence of wayward seething pain sunk into his brain the same way a drill carving into his brain would, or the lingering taste of ashes and dried blood that pour up through his lips as the acid continued to eat away at him, tearing through blood vessels like popcorn.

One would have thought that by now he would have gotten used to it, but he had never felt comfort in any presence than his own. Especially after the war...

But this was something worse.., so much worse albeit more rudimentary. A brief look to his right revealed what was vexing him.

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The small blond elf that had set her life mission to follow after his footsteps without his consent was walking upright at a steady pace as she tried to keep up with his large strides, holding her balance as she tried to hold over her head a sword by its handle. The thing shuddering and threatening to fall down with each second.

Something to keep her occupied as they made their way up the slop towards the location burnt in his mind. Towards the nearest bearer of Auroras own blood.

She had lost her balance and dropped the damn thing to the ground a dozen or more times, but she did not seem to care or grunt in annoyance at that.

They were a lot less than he had expected too...

She gleamed a broad, genuine smile at his direction when she took notice of his gaunt glare...a pretty little thing that was wasted on him. It would abruptly end as she almost tripped over herself with a root not properly hidden underground. He did no need eyes or the following grunt that escaped through her lips to know that the sword had fallen down again.

Ignoring the small girl, he switched his attention a little more upwards. Behind her, were the sometimes blinking and in other moments less ethereal looking woman was floating in the air. Where the purple haired woman allowed the soft breezes of the wind to push her forward like a bird, while in other times she chose to walk at a clear unnatural speed even for someone with high heels.

Even though she was no longer in his mind as a target to eliminate and he had decided to spare her. No matter what he did Aurora seemed fated to follow him wherever he went...

Speaking of which, the purple haired woman was no longer stricken by grief, or the turmoil that those bottled up emotions had ravaged her so thoroughly before and after her emotion outburst...

She was tired though.

The creases in her face and the still lingering forlorn glimpses to a past that was to fresh to forget and a present that was even more confusing were still there. It would probably continue to be with her for a long...long time.

But she was...better now, though that too would not be the word he would use nor something that she had communicated with him. But the signals were there to see if one bothered to do so, now...more than ever. For her fragment of her soul was still exposed,

No..., he was wrong, she was exposing it.

A way to show fealty or appeasement to what she had considered a slight to himself before so that he could peer and understand each pore of her ethereal body minutes before she even had the time to speak up. Which she had found out she could use to annoy him by sending vivid images of what she was thinking towards him..