He Who Hunts Demons Chapter 15: 15-A Vol!

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Looking down at Wyg’s lifeless body and the pool of blood beneath him made me realize something very terrifying. It could have been me or Bel in that very position. The mere fact of that kept me stunned for longer than I would have liked, and even when I tried to shake myself out of the thoughts and focus on the matter at hand, the effect still lingered. Bel was even far off worse than I. Her eyes were distant, her color was sickly white, and she looked like every ounce of water in her body had evaporated. If I hadn’t known she wasn’t human, I would have been scared that she would drop dead at any moment. “I-It’s okay,” I started, standing up and shifting closer to Bel as I tried to reassure her. She flinched at my approach, and pointed the bloody bone spike she held in my direction. I raised my hands. “Put that down, Bel,” I added. “We don’t have the time to waste here.” “I didn’t mean to,” she mumbled, shivering. “Oh, really. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what happened. I just woke up this way. My goodness. Wyg. Ah… Ah… And-And I would have tried to heal him, but he’s dead. Wyg’s dead.” “Calm down, Bel,” I started, trying my very best to remain calm and not letting my frustration at the whole situation in general bleed into my tone. “I believe you. I know you didn’t do this. So take a deep breath and let us work through this together.” She looked at me, tears rising beneath her eyelids as she opened her shivering mouth, preparing a reply. She had reverted back to the child I had met when I woke up in the Dreamscape. Then she abruptly paused. Like a different soul had suddenly taken possession of her body, her shivering came to a quick halt, and her brows pulled in as she blinked. “What?” she muttered, glancing down at her bloodied palm. “What is this?” She looked up at me once again. “Who are you?” Before I could utter a word, the bloodied bone was stretched even further at me, and a blue shingle seeped out of Bel and coated it, bubbling around its edges before sharpening, making it look even more dangerous and terrifying than it already was. But I didn’t shudder. I simply took a breath through my raging heart, showed my hands to ascertain that I had no intention of harming her, and said, “You can’t kill me.” She frowned. “You’re not allowed to.” Honestly, I was not quite sure of that, considering Wyg was lying dead at her feet. Maybe she had lied about her restrictions and could kill, or maybe it was because she had done the act subconsciously. Or maybe it was something different. However, now was not the time to be checking the facts. I had to calm her down. Bel stood dazed for a moment, then she gasped and took one step back before tightening her grip on her weapon further and brandishing it even more furiously. “How do you know that?” she muttered. Then her frown deepened. “A Vol!” “No,” I said instantly. “Whatever that is, I don’t know it and I’m not it. I know what you can and can’t do, because you told me yourself, Law of Shattered Souls.” Bel’s eyes quaked and her brows pulled in as she fell into obvious introspection. She opened her lips a few times to make a comment, but closed them before she could even make a sound every time, We didn’t have the luxury to dawdle about. The fact that Bel was not screaming at the top of her lungs at the sight of Wyg’s blood soaking the sole of her boots was enough evidence that she had forgotten about the existence of the Quatratis and how much he meant to her. In other words, her current memory perhaps only went up to the point of where she had wandered into the abyss. If I had to go by all she’d said about her being corrupted just like her siblings, then I had to assume that once she had forgotten about wandering into the abyss, and most certainly her mission with it, then she would become a husk of her former self. She would be corrupted. There was no more time. “Listen to me, Bel—” “Bel?” she muttered with a frown. “Bel’s the name you introduced yourself to me as initially.” I