He Who Hunts Demons Chapter 12: 12-Law Of Shattered Souls

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12-Law Of Shattered Souls Bel’s words struck me like hammer to nail. My grip on her wrists loosened, and I staggered backwards, only managing to stop myself before I moved too far away from her. She has lost her memories of me? Things were beginning to take a drastic turn. I glanced around the cave, trying to feel for any sort of supernatural entity hiding somewhere and bringing about the situation. But there was nothing. I couldn’t sense anything. And neither could Wyg, it seemed. The silence stretched on for longer than I intended, and that brought about a rather complicated situation. “Let go of me!” Bel roared, trying to wriggle away from my hold. “Who are you?! What are you doing?” I opened my mouth to explain, but I was kept silent by her panicking. Wyg whined even harder, and when he noticed Bel’s expression becoming more and more frustrated by the second, he turned to me and snarled. I let go and took two steps backward with my hands raised. “It’s fine,” I said to Bel. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Those words did nothing to calm her, though, because she retreated behind Wyg instantly with eyes as hard as flints. My brows furrowed at that. If she remembered the Quatratis, then that shed a different light on the situation as a whole. From what I could tell, Wyg hadn’t forgotten about me. The memory loss seemed to be only affecting Bel. I hadn’t noticed it back when I’d just woken up because of my shock, but, unlike Bel, Wyg hadn’t been dipping itself in the pool water, but standing a few meters away from it, like it was only there to guard her. I could make use of this to my advantage to ensure that Bel didn’t see me as her enemy; however, we would have to move fast in that regard, because I assumed Wyg wasn’t immune to being forgotten by Bel, his time hadn’t just come yet. From what I could tell, it was a gradual process. There was a possibility that soon she would forget everything and everyone. And I feared what that happening would result in. “My name is Snow, Bel,” I reintroduced myself as Bel frowned, not even bothered by the blood rolling down her forehead. “You and Wyg saved me from dying in the snow, and that’s why I’m here—with you. I understand if you think I’m lying, but if you look deep into your memories, you’ll realize that there are some pieces that are missing. I’m being honest here.” Bel’s hesitation to believe showed on her face; but then her expression shifted as she winced. I first of all thought she was in pain, but then I realized she was just probing her thoughts. After a few seconds of silence, she looked back at me with furrowed brows. “I’m losing my memories?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly. “A-Are you sure?” “Yes,” I said. “With certainty. But I have no idea why. Although, I think it’s this cave. Which is why I want us to leave so it doesn’t keep affecting you.” A shadow of anxiety showed on Bel’s face. I was troubled by that, so I looked to Wyg for help. The Quatratis took notice of my plea, then turned to Bel and whined gently. She glanced at her companion, gulped, and began to scratch her hair. My body tensed in response as I prepared to lunge at her. But luckily she was not ripping into her skin this time, so I stayed back, making sure my hands were still raised. After a few seconds, Bel looked at me once again. Then she wiped off the blood on her face, and gave me a very sad smile. “It finally got to me too,” she said. “I don’t like this. I don’t want to forget. They’ll die.” My chest tightened. I had no clue what she was talking about, but she’d said it with so much pain in her voice that I was certain her mind wasn’t being manipulated. I assumed in return, that it was most likely one of the many things she had kept from me as she should naturally have to a stranger. What was I to say to her now, though? Do I tell her it would be all right, or do I ask what she was talking about? Which wouldn’t be insensitive of me? Bel buried her face into her palms and sobbed, and my hands lower