white knight

prologue

SOMEWHERE IN PARIS, FRANCE. . .

above the sleeping city, blood began to seep from the leering grin of the yellow crescent moon.

someone was about to die.

hanging off the railing of the eiffel tower, you let out a long sigh, kicking your feet back in forth. your patience was beginning to run out.

"i can't believe we're in the city of love and we're just stuck here, waiting for this thing to show up." you whine.

"well, it is our job after all." remarks the slender ravenette beside you, her long twin braids blowing in the wind as she leans over the tower's railing. instinctively, the girl began rubbing her thumb over her silver cross pendant as her eyes gazed at the city before them.

"yeah but we've been waiting here for hours...! i knew we should've taken a break from intel gathering to actually enjoy the beauty around us! i could've even taken you to see the cathedral of notre-dame- i know just how much you love that old gothic style." you say, gesturing toward the ravenette's style of choice.

"it's because of that intel gathering we were able to determine where it would most likely attack again." turning her head in your direction, you flinch at her intimidating gaze, "now stop rambling and focus on the task at hand."

"ye-yes ma'am!" you stammer out.

that's when you felt it.

the feeling of something evil nearby.

"adeline."

at your call, the girl beside you, now known as adeline, promptly transforms into weapon form. grabbing hold of the grip of the silver saber, you leapt off from the railing and commenced the hunt.

"you've sensed it? the kishin egg soul?" adeline questions, though she already knows the answer.

"it's close."

𓆩✧𓆪

the wind blew briskly through your hair as your fast footsteps dashed atop the rooftops of paris in search of your target. the town was strangely lifeless, not a soul in sight, almost as if its residents were too afraid to come out... perhaps...in fear for their lives.

an ear-piercing scream suddenly erupts nearby, halting your movements. you tighten your grip on your saber.

"y/n."

"i know."

bolting off into the direction of the scream, you soon come to a sliding stop at the edge of a rooftop building. peering down into the dimly lit street, a dark trench-coated figure stood, its tilted top hat obscuring the view of its face. on the ground lay a horrified woman, shaking, desperately attempting to move further away from the figure as it continues to advance toward her.