Lyra couldn't shake the feeling of the stranger's gaze. It lingered like a shadow, creeping into her thoughts as she moved through the town. She tried to dismiss it, as she had done with countless fleeting sensations in her centuries of existence. But this... this was different. There was something in how his eyes held hers, a familiarity that clawed at the edges of her memory.
She had a job to do. Her target was still out there, unaware of the fate that awaited him, and Lyra needed to get it over with. She was a devil, and devils didn't get distracted. Not by mortals. Not by anything.
Yet, no matter how hard she tried to focus, she found herself drawn back to the stranger. His face, etched with something she couldn't place, kept flashing in her mind, over and over again. Why was he so different? Why had she been affected by him when she had destroyed countless others without a second thought?
She found herself standing in the middle of the town square, her gaze scanning the streets. The town was small, quiet—too quiet, almost. The few townspeople she had seen earlier now seemed to have vanished, leaving only the cold, moonlit streets. It was the perfect setting for what she did.
But something inside her shifted. She had come here to take a life, but instead, she was hunting for something... someone else.
Lyra cursed under her breath. Focus.
Still, her feet carried her toward the corner of the square, where she had last seen the stranger. She didn't know why, but she needed to find him.
As if the world had shifted, she spotted him standing near a small café on the corner, watching her with the same intensity as before. His dark eyes followed her every movement, unreadable, yet there was something in his gaze that seemed to reach into her very soul.
For a moment, she considered walking away. She could go after her target, finish what she came to do, and leave. She could pretend nothing had happened. Pretend the stranger was just another fleeting mortal she would never see again. But that tug, that pull, was too strong.
She approached him slowly, every step feeling heavier than the last. As she neared, he stepped out from the shadows, standing just a few feet away. His presence was overwhelming, yet oddly... calming.
"Why are you following me?" she asked, her voice sharp, though there was a slight tremor beneath it that she couldn't quite hide.
The man smiled, a small, knowing smile. "I could ask you the same thing."
Lyra's eyes narrowed. "You think you know me?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't know you. But I know what you are."
For a moment, the words didn't make sense. Lyra's entire existence was built on anonymity, on fear. Humans didn't know devils existed. They couldn't. Yet here was this stranger, speaking as though he saw straight through her, into the very core of her being.
"You're a devil," he continued, his voice soft but certain. "And I've been waiting for you."
Lyra's heart skipped a beat. The words stung, though she had heard them countless times in her life. But this time, they felt different. This time, they came from someone who knew.
Before she could respond, he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know you're not like them," he said, his voice quieter now. "The others—your kind—they use fear, they destroy... But you... you're different."
The words echoed in Lyra's mind, rattling her to her core. How could he know that? How could he see something in her that no one else ever had?
For the first time in centuries, she felt the walls she had built around herself begin to crack. She hadn't realized just how numb she had become, how hollow, until this moment.
She swallowed, taking a step back, suddenly unsure of herself for the first time in as long as she could remember. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice shaky despite her attempt to sound firm.
The stranger only smiled again, though this time, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "You do. You just don't want to admit it yet."
Lyra felt the weight of his words settle over her, heavy and unfamiliar. She was a devil. She had always been a devil. Her purpose was clear. Her duty was clear. And yet, this man... this stranger with the eyes that saw too much, was making her question everything she had ever known.
She turned away, but not before the soft whisper of his voice reached her ears. "You don't have to be this way."
The words pierced her, deep and sharp, as though they were meant for her alone. And for the first time in centuries, Lyra was torn.
She could finish her mission. She could walk away.
Or... she could stay.
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Echoes of Redemption
FantasyEchoes of Redemption tells the story of Lyra, a devil who has spent centuries taking souls, detached and emotionless. Her powers are unmatched in the underworld, and she views humans as weak, disposable beings. However, when she encounters a human n...