The Purged Ones

Chapter 0: Deva's Opening

The flames of hell consumed the city and the cries of men sounded from all corners of this ruined city, a city that was a victim to be attacked by monsters. Each of them strike blows most fatal to a human flesh. Two women in particular stood amongst those of the demon army that laid siege to the city I lived in.

“Saya, where is the church?” A woman with a skull over her head asked.

“…Over there.” The woman named Saya said in a tone that matched an annoyed person and tireless.

They walked and left hellish flames behind their feet and destruction on the side. More and more cries of the innocence would fade one by one as the blade of the demon army would silence them. The lady with the skull on her head, named Fiora, finally went pass the destruction and found the church that stood strong amongst the darkness that consumed the area. It was the only light that exist, the only light that stood strong and it would ray hope for the survivors. But the presences of Fiora and Saya would weakened that light and hope.

They stepped inside to find a priest that prayed his very last prayer, as he turned towards the two women.

“Father, do you really think your god can stand against the army we have unleashed upon this pathetic city?” Fiora laughed and laughed until she choked in her laughter.

The priest stood there with his right hand that held a holy staff, so very radian. The radiance of the staff almost blinded Fiora, but had no effect on Saya, who was quite different than the demonic Fiora in many mysterious ways that I have yet to know. 

Saya closed in, but the priest threaten to smite them with the staff. Fiora laughed and Saya sprinted towards him. 

“Oh holy light of the creator, lend me your power!” He yelled into the heavens and smacked the staff to the ground and blinded the entire church, as he hoped to finally purge the evil that plagued this city and Fiora and Saya, but that wasn’t the case. The staff have failed to deliver the necessary light that was required to end it all. His failure gave Saya and Fiora, the opportunity to claim this city for the demon army. The city soon became Purge Souls.  

                                                                                      Several years later

I took my blade and slashed it across the board as it caused a huge screeching noise. The sound almost blew up the ears of my classmates, as I walked to the left and towards the right with my hands on my hips.

“Alright! Listen up!” I stomped one foot to position myself in front of my classmates.

“Who the hell made you the boss?” A boy said as he pointed his fingers towards me as if he was going to shoot me.

I hopped on his desk and pinned my knife on his neck. Sweat began to come pouring down his face that was filled with big pupils, it disgusted me. His face made me spit to the side. “Listen here pupil-face, you think we should all party on while knowing the Final Ceremony will begin?”

One of the girls, a small one to be exact, stood by the window. I turned my head towards her direction and notice the orange sky. Her gaze was glued to the sky and then this city’s people.

“You think we don’t know that?” He brutally brushed away my hands. He ignored me as he turned his back and continued his ruckus with his friends.  I sat back on my seat with the blade in hand.

I sat within my classroom, as I stared at my blade. My eyes stuck to it, my mind entangled with it. I would rub my chin and nod my head as words appeared in my mind. I wouldn't look up, I wouldn't pay much attention to the ruckus that occurred around me. Not even the sounds of the other murderous students that banged on the table as they waited for the day to be done. They failed to snap me out of my gaze towards the blade, a blade I would use in our final ceremony.

This curse blade, I applied more pressure around it, as if I wanted it to snap! My face became red and it felt as if steam would rush out of my ears. I disliked this blade's purpose, the purpose to kill; I held it, but I'm nowhere responsible for the countless of death that this blasted blade have caused.

But I began to realize something, something very deep that a person would find complex and dark. I began to think that I was cursed to watch so much death that went down in Purge Souls, the damned city I lived in. This place inhabits the many blossoms that roam the dirty, cracked streets that had too much good within them.

Why was I cursed to watch this blade cut down the innocence blossoms? Why was I a witness to those blossoms that died a terrible death? But I was the only one who cared. I never had a sympathy to care that no else cared about those innocence blossoms, but people were heartless to care. They never bothered to read about them, to get to know them, they were just roaches that were pushed away, and they were words that didn't take the breath of their readers; damned them all!

I felt a harsh vibe around me. I felt that I was unable to lift up my frown. My eyes were not dry anymore. The thought of the blossom walked as if all hope was lost and unaware of the outside world that was once worth to discover, but the world was slowly eaten by the darkness that lived below us, they ruled these lands.

My eyes dried up, my eyebrows were lifted up, and I wanted to play devil's advocate with the blade. This blade could able me to guide the blossoms to the hope that was still possible to find within the darker days in my life, that was yet to come and it worried me.

"Deva! Don't expect to survive if you run into me during the final ceremony!" The boy's tone was too cocky.

"Screw you! You know how many times I stuck my foot up your butt?" I yell back at him and looked back out the window.

I watched these blossom walk under the bright orange sky, a sky that never shown its true colors. But why did I watch them if I know they won't live for long? With this blade in hand, do I even have the power within my pathetic heart to save them or must I foolishly watch them die for no apparent reason?

Then a few minutes past and I began to change the course of train of thoughts. I placed both hands on the bookshelves and leaned towards the window. I began to think about the ceremony, The Purging of the students at Layevan Academy and concluded my thoughts.

Maybe, the blossoms in this city, their death meant something as if death was the progression of another's destiny. That was what caused a connection between those blossoms, but it must have been mentally strange to think that death can link a life to another. Think about it, maybe eventually the countless deaths leads to something worth to look into.

"No! It is insane!" I mumbled while I pound on my forehead with my palm.

No blossom's death should be taken away by another of its kind, very beautiful and capable of happiness, no matter what the situation was.

Anyways, as I held the blade in my hand, I was cursed to the blossoms that lived in this city for no reason or maybe for an unknown reason. That it is meant to die without no one to rescue all of these individual blossoms that embodied so much good within them.

My head began to throb from the intense thoughts in my head.

"Deva...how's the wind?" A small girl asked me and stood by me. She smiled with her big and bright eyes.

"Fine I guess, but I dislike its purpose for this cursed city." I pushed away from the bookshelves and began to quickly walk out of the classroom. I was too curious about everything, I had to visit the library. I wanted to understand my purpose for living a cursed life. Hatred for the curse burnt deep within my heart; what kind of god would cast it upon me? Was I even created by a god? I hated this curse with a passion.

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