Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 433: The Heavens are Interested

Deamon took a look at a blade by his side, it was still stained with Isabella’s blood. "For the prince!" He muttered to himself. Of course as he said this, memories of that last look in her eyes floated through his mind. Nevertheless, his face did not give any emotion.

Deamon and his men got lost into the night. It would not be until a while later that it would begin, children falling sick all of a sudden, and then old people, before adults and then it would spread all through the town, and then other towns and eventually the entire country.

However, their many deaths would never weigh as heavy as hers.

Just as Deamon and his men left, a figure giggled as her feet touched the ground from the tree. Her steps were so light that even though she had stepped unto a blooming flower, it did not fold or crush under her weight. On its petals she stood regardless of her size.

She wore light to no clothes and her skin literally glowed like the shade of the full moons in the sky. Her appearance was hidden beneath a veil, but her body was ever so curve and seductive, adding to the little red fox tail that trailed from under her skirt, she was already a sight that would get the greatest of men tumbling on one another for the opportunity to sniff the air off her skin.

As she watched Deamon and his men run into the night, another figure, this time around dark as night, but in the form of a crow perched on a three. its eyes red as ruby and its form both dark and ethereal gave the feeling of unreal.

"Gods are forbidden from tampering with the mortal realm you know!" the Crow spoke, its voice like the passing of wind, but each word with purpose as it reached her ears.

"I am fully aware of the rules," she replied, with her mouth not moving. "But you are aware that those old fools have began to interfere with the mortal world aren’t you? i heard they already have a puppet on their hands, touching the one that his of his blood

. If they can do it, I am sure I am allowed some innocent fun with some of the mortals."

"That’s not it. You know what I mean. These mortals are in relation to him. We are not to..."

...

Meanwhile, it had been a few days, and Dylan had healed pretty well. These few days have been innocent for him, and he had to admit that away from the trouble of war and violence was a peace that he had missed.

The best part was the fact that looking at these orphan children, and he could see himself in their eyes. After all, he too was an Orphan. he played with them, and even told stories.

At the same time, he and Momo had become quite close.

Dylan, having to survive in an Orphanage managed to have a range of skills many would envy, including setting traps to catch core beast rat and other creatures that the Orphanage could use as meat from the forest area.

For a very long time, they had not tasted meat, but with Dylan, certain pleasures were now made available.

This peaceful life, it was like a dream to him.

Besides, he still had time. Even if he wanted to, he could not return to the Chanland kingdom anytime soon.

And then it happened. It was on a good day. dylan had left early in the morning to catch some beast core rat for meat. He had promised the kids a feast for the night and was willing to fulfil his promise to them.

Unfortunately, he did not return until night time, but the home he came to meet was not the one he left...