Scandalous Maiden (Secret Lady demon)

CHAPTER 1

The horns of three elongated horns of the infected wolves, sharp with poisonos blades kicked and lashed all the flesh writhing in fear.

Out of the blades of the fortune of God Sayren, The wolves howled its favorite tune at night when it visit its food source. Many people in this little town, run while praying for God Sayren Fortune. God Sayren is the Goddess Of Security, and also rumored as the one who managed to give assistance to the warriors who fight against sentinels.

Mainly, townspeople never leave- they can't bequeath to the other nearest town because of threat of more and much more powerful monster than the monster living around in their town. And if they will, either they can reach the boundary of the other neighborhood town, surely, they will died in just second, or before their arrival, they will be out of basic needs due to many stops that they need to do. Each route to the other town, had monster squatter the area or in possession of barracks or deathly crow. They don't have any other choice. Their life is at risk.

" We already took the amount of this basement. We can't keep loads of them. Hope the mercy of God Sayren bless on us." The priest said, a located priest in this town. Only the wanted amount of the chamber can prolong life against the beast aboveground. This room only made for larger pennies.

Same as how the Priest clasped his hands together, everyone inside the basement also do what he did, and prayed individually for their safety. Cries. Groan of sorrow. Invaded the whole corner of the room.

"Helpppppppp!!!!"

"Ackkkkkk!!!!"

Yet, as their prays messaging the Gods to awake their blessings upon them, giving their safety as a gift of security, they can still hear the sorrow, the hopelessness of the helpless citizens.

"Ughhhh!!!!"

"P-please h-ave mercy on me! God Sayren! Protect me!"

The wolves showed its many sharpy teeth as its chase the thug-looking man, before piercing it into its horns. The blood flew everywhere, as his scream low along the blow of rotten air.

"1," the dull-gray lashes masked man flicked the sword pointing at the man who has been busied by wolf by eating its dumb belly.

"2," then point down her gaze at the wolf front at the manmade cave. Surely, a bunch of people hide in there.

"3," wolves in this place is not a simple wolf that people usually know nor cute. It is rather called the standing huge wolves with three elongated horns. A wolf, nearly as peak of the hell of the Satan's horn and eternity of fire of pain.

"4," eyes in anger but deeply bored at what sees in scene. Infected wolves mostly not attacking so fiercely nor actively. They simply wandering and know how to hunt if they eye their prey. They don't seem dangerous, though, at most sight, they move along their usage of brains. Even they are monstrous product of sudden eruption of unknown solipsism.

"5," and this place is rod. Furthermore, it is not new that wolves mostly eaten flesh nor other creatures devouring human. But, how they seem eaten by hunger is abysmal. As like, they hadn't feed weeks or months ago.

"6," decades past, people aware of their existence but unaware of their sudden hang of savor. The townspeople surely affected by something unusual in this place that lure out these wolves in their place.

"7," what would that be? Is it a thing? An item that stronger their desire to flesh out meat.

" Our Dawlli is on agony. Aging the death merciful torture. Our praised is not enough! Not all of us trust the God!," The priest exclaimed in furious. Raging in worried and restless in anxious. The outside noise is clear in their behalf. It is more clearer. Their basement is automatically covered by the destroyed hall of the town to protect from balling in to meals.

People got fear and cried in knees. Desperation in their clasp and shout of praised swarm all over the place. The spasming of tears reach on the ground, as the terror raise in more clouded of blood.

The masked man's lip twitched. How pathetic, digging their own graves, they are now in their graves, yet insufficient if they still breathing- said the masked man's mind. She expected this to happen. The details of their plan of making a safety hall like this is not stable. She can see how they plan to die. Their sound is only dragging them the wolves in their direction. "Rueful."

"Do the Gods always fond on this? How demented," sighed. People always rely on gods-of-what-they-believed, they always ask for their help, seek for their hands. And always the one who love and pity to response is the false gods, or what they buried along with the truth, Dawlop.

The masked man jumped and swing her sword while in the air, before stroking it to thrust for not keen one wolf. Peirce deep on its head while its rampaging in its throe.

The near wolf noticed her appearance, run in her direction in hunger mixed with rage. Noticeable the wolf on the ground, siblings. This is one of the list of what she always wrote. Monstrous have heart on their same kinds. " Romantic!"

Smirking and slashed out her sword and happily meeting its run. She grasped and hold enough her sword enough to peirced through on other skull. This is the killer past time round.

Slash

Kick

Drove on the ground.

Leap openly at the close wolf.

Swing.

Wielded with grief.

Peirce!

Laugh of annoyance.

And roughly and mercily struck the pointed of the sword on its eyes as the same of more wolves closing in feet of her.

Without any further, seconds never order nor luck, its her way managing her spotted prey. Penetrated sword on the wolf chest.

" This sh*tly creature had nerves to fucking soak me with their rotten bloods! Screwed you pest!" She shout. 'My hair is wet right now and stink. Damn, I'll be facing damn lectures later!'

'but before that I need a shower'

Ooooppppppsssss. Nearly forgot the people in the basement desperately praying God Sayren. As if that bitch would listen. That damn bitch is fake and user. Protection, my ass.

She narrowed her eyes on their direction, and expect it would dragged their closing end. The blood of huge wolf above their door, splattered and undertaken their get through. They will pool exactly in their death. They can't remove the debris nor the destroyed part of the hall covered their door. It needed more man strength in inside to lift it or impossible for them to restrain.

They will die anyway.

She's near to bid goodbyes to the town, when she was stop by a teenager, dirty worn-out clothes with blood and ash. " Child of the God, save my elder! My grandma is in there.! We separate our ways while we taking hidden routes." She stared at the child.

It is not her mistake for morons to plant hidden zone undergrounds with bombed hall. The basement where they took to is not for saving and sparing their lives,( literally, there were absence of safe place around the world) it is all threat. And saving their lives on their pathetic idea is a waste of time.

And surely, That Gay God Sayren is watching now, forwardly looking for response of her. As if, she would give any answer that will entertain that darn god.

" Death is inevitable, I don't play sword for saving the pathetic ideas of yours. You town, agreed, of that sentimental basement build with your tax for safety zone. It is not my duty to save them and neither the Child of the Gods blessed in me.."

The teenager drop his jaw in disbelief. And horror of what he heard.

That Gay God always amused by kindness of anyone. She blessed her loyals servant with her grace, blessing the newborn child whose chosen in her eyes with abilities to scout people and not letting lost hope. She never like of bad manners and betrayal. And she's worst than called to be kind God. She always turned her back when people in need of her help or actually happily entertaining her own by peeling their alive. GOD OF PROTECTION? RIDICULOUS.

Not any chance, I will let the Gods have their amusement.

" YOU ALREADY arrived," she flinched. Darn, his voice is damn shocked me all the time. Where's that dwarf hiding now?

I mean, where's uncle sitting now?'- she corrected in her mind.

" You love sneaking in your room. And it is not appropriate for a lady like you. Have you forgot you're cultured?"- nonetheless she can speak. " A lady in veiled wearing nightgown without robe sneaking in the middle of the night. You must have tongue for explaining yourself right now," phew, thanks for throwing the clothes in her bathroom laundry before she sneak in her room.

Damn, screwed. "Hehehehehe, how about we take tea outside and talk with your lectures?" She quaver. How timing her uncle right now? It must be lady crawl in flat nose denounced about her sneaking in her room at night. That damn foolish bitch. 'damn, tea? Outside? It is more freeze than the town! So short of idea.' she always annoyed her.