mark of the moon child
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#1 in halfangel Jan 4, 2020 🥰!! → He slid himself closer to her in the sand and wrapped his coat around her shoulders. "All the stories you've heard since you were a child are true. Demons, warlocks, werewolves, all true." He held on to the ends of the jacket, their faces close again. Her breathing became unsteady. She tried to understand, to believe the things he was telling her. She needed to know the answer to the question that haunted her most.
"Your mark," She let her fingertips touch it again, his skin warm, though this time nothing happened. "What is it?"
"It's the mark of the angel. An angel's wing and a sword of light." He said in a softer voice now. He could feel the light, soft touch of her fingertips against his skin. His heart began to beat faster, his skin humming.
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"You let him die. You let my father die," Elle said quietly. Her mother gasped.
"I didn't let him die-"
"I saw it. I saw you go through the portal and leave him behind."
"Elle I didn't let him die he stayed back to protect you, he-" So many thoughts and memories rushed through her mother's mind. "What do you mean you've seen it? How could you possibly-"
"The Grotto of Truth." Her mother's eyes widened. "I went there. I saw everything. I felt them take him like part of my heart was ripped out of me. I saw you run away to a wizard who took the mark from me. If you hadn't done that I wouldn't have felt crazy my whole life."
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"Dad?"
"I am so proud of you." He said, his eyes tearing. A tear escaped Elle's eyes as she felt warmth begin to seep back in. "I-" Her father's words were cut short and the chill took over her entire body again. Blood began to pour from his mouth, drip from his eyes, nose and ears as she looked down and saw a blade protruding from his heart.
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"Celestia." The voice of a familiar creature reached her human ears. Her gaze trailed up to meet her masters pair and this initiated his anger but she remained emotionless as he began to complain. "What the hell was that just now? I've been training you for the last ten years and I don't remember you fighting with the speed of a snail. I wouldn't have been surprised if these weak demons killed you." The straight black strands of Celestia's silky hair sway slightly under her hood as she stepped off the pile of dead bodies. The sharp weapon she summoned earlier transformed into light, allowing itself to be absorbed by the tattoo on the palm of her hand. The male glared as she disregarded his last words and spun on her heels, intending to leave the sickening scene. "How many times have I told you to not act like that towards me?" His form materialised in front of her, this allowing his long fingers to wrap around her neck. Celestia choked as her body was driven back and smacked against one of the trees in the vast forest. He released her once her face grew pale and watched smugly as she coughed and desperately inhaled as much as oxygen as she could. She bowed stiffly towards her master as soon as she managed to sort herself out. "I apologize, Zerro." His lips formed into a cruel grin and he unexpectedly planted a kick in her stomach causing Celestia to hit against the rough bark a second time. "You are just a weapon...nothing else." -------------------------------------------------------- During a majority of her life, Celestia suffered through misfortune after misfortune, thanks to the demon, Zerro, who tricked her into creating a contract with him. When Han, a new student transfers to her school, he makes it his mission to help lift away her suffering. Will he succeed or will Zerro stop him from doing so?
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