Angel [A short story for New Era while you wait for the Blood Legacies and New Era updates.]

POV of a new character for New Era.
Angel (Evangeline Petrov)

Just a taste of what's to come in the updates.

💭- She tried, but it will have to be that way.💭

>[Part 1 of 2]

Words: 1,036.

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There was a glass of blood on the table.

She had left it there for later, an extra, in case the blood dripping from the upside-down body in front of her ran out sooner than she expected. The sound of his blood dripping in a somewhat alarming rhythm was the loudest thing that could be heard in the old warehouse. There wasn't much to hear in that place. The few sounds that existed were the wind and the rustling of trees, along with the still pulsing and living heart of the man in front of her, and his weak breathing—it was expected to be that loud.

For her. Of course.

Angel taps her fingers in a rhythm that echoes the man's heart, a weak but constant rhythm. Angel wondered how he had endured so much. Perhaps it was because of his years of training as a Hunter? Angel wouldn't doubt torture, even if mild, to test how much this poor human could endure.

His name was somewhere in her mind, but she had already forgotten it. The chaos that followed after she appeared was disorienting, even for her. Light and alcohol bombs, guns firing, lights breaking. It was quite an overreaction on their part, Angel thinks. After all, why all the fuss?

Maybe because of the severed head of one of them in her hand? But that was nonsense. It wasn't even that mangled. She had been careful to only cut him with his own sword, instead of simply tearing his face apart with some blow from her hands.

She takes a deep breath and regrets it. His smell was a mixture of cheap beer and cigarettes, and his blood... hmm...

It was like a distant song. If she got closer, it became stronger, more irresistible to drink. Even though she had abandoned the life of only drinking from animals and blood bags, it still seemed wrong to drink from him. He was the only one there who hadn't drunk vinegar, and it wasn't his fault. Angel had hypnotized a woman, a prostitute, to attract him. It worked better than expected. Angel would even feel sorry, if she didn't know it was better this way. He wouldn't be a good Hunter; he could barely defend himself properly.

"Let... me..." He barely completes the sentence and already chokes, swaying slightly from where he was. His feet hanging from medium-sized chains, like an animal for slaughter.

Angel grimaced at hearing and seeing him tremble. The more he moved, the more his breathing became breathless and tremulous. She watched as blood came out of his mouth, flowing in lines to the floor, where a pool had already formed below him.

Unfortunately for him, his wrists were cut, and his heels too. It was unbearable, Angel was certain. That position and the chains holding him that way was horribly disorienting and made his blood flow all downward, including to the brain. Not to mention the pain and blood loss every minute there.

But it's good. At least she knows he's suffering, as she suffered. An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Was it wrong? She used to think so. Maybe it still is. She stopped caring so much when they did what they did.

To them, she was prey to be hunted. Why not return the favor? She smiled slowly. There was no fun in it, no pleasure, just an emptiness where there should be a hint of satisfaction. There was none.

Just a duty to be fulfilled. At least for her. But the thought doesn't even comfort her, as much as she had imagined that for her, this and maybe even worse things could be done.

Silas would do worse. Zacharias too. They enjoyed it. Doing it, watching it, seeing them suffer and beg.

She couldn't feel anything.

She wished she could feel, but that's not how it works. Not for someone like her.

Angel takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and focuses on the birds singing outside, the sound of the wind, the movement of waters over the river. The smell of tree bark and wet earth. Maybe this is the last time she'll be able to hear these sounds and feel their smells. She doesn't know.

She imagines the hill, the stars in the blue sky, the sunlight rising on the horizon between the mountains of a distant place. Feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, even if briefly, even if weak.

It would be beautiful.

She hopes to see it again.

But there are no certainties.

Angel opens her eyes and stands up, her fingers circling and lifting the glass of blood on the table. The metallic smell is unbearably strong. Her body seemed to cry out for her to drink. Her throat seemed dry suddenly, as if she hadn't drunk from more than thirteen men in a single night. It was her mind, she knew. Her instinct, the creature she is, wants her to quench the unnecessary thirst.

She swallowed hard and takes a deep breath. "Well, John. Can I call you that? No, forget it. It's too late to ask that question." She lifts the glass and drinks all the remaining blood in the cup, before placing the glass on the table. "It's a shame we can't talk anymore." His heartbeats were getting slower. She focuses on the sound, instead of the breathing that gets weaker with each moment. She doesn't look into his eyes, which tremble and roll back. She looks at the warehouse door. One of them, at least. The blood stain running through it was disturbingly beautiful, like a large splash of red paint on the gray and cold door. The body that had its shoulder torn in half, lying beside it, looked like something from a horror painting. "I know your friend would love to say goodbye, and you to him, I'm sure." She should paint this later, draw...

Yes, it would be a good painting. Disturbing, but beautifully horrible. In a unique way.

Maybe she could also paint Charles's facial expression when he arrived, seeing the carnage around him. His companions, his friends and acquaintances.

Two beats... one...

If she survives, she will paint.

The beats stopped.

Angel sighs deeply and closes her eyes.

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⚠️ Note/Attention: I will create two other tiers , but these tiers will have limited slots. Not now. Only after the updates of both wips. However, there will be more important things to be decided, including whether Angel goes to the public demo and whether or not she will be a possible RO. This possibility will be decided by the two highest tiers (5 and 3 slots). Additionally, if Angel becomes a possible RO when I launch these tiers, I might also make her a male option. That is, you can choose whether Angel will be she or he.


Summary 👇


- Whether Angel will be an available RO
- Whether Angel will be customizable (he/she)