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Beyond the Hidden Plan
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Nakoruru hugged Galford and crouch down her face into his chest. Galford smiled and caressed the knot of her red ribbon into her long hairs. She sighed. She hugged him with such a strength, unusual for her tiny arms.....
The darkness let appeared strange shapes. Nakoruru was really too asleep to noticed them. If it would be an ordinary night, she would heard the panic of her two pets... But she wasn't... due to some magic. A red cloud ruled in Nakoruru's chamber. Mamahaha can't stop squawking. She was really afraid. Something evil was going to happen. Like all animals, she sensed changes. Shikuruu wasn't inactive too ! He'd never stopped turning around, like a beast imprisoned in a cage. And it wasn't entirely wrong. He used to awake his mistress, pulling her by the sleeve of her kimono. But nothing could awake her. Not Mamahaha or Shikuruu. Even Galford would never be able to awake her from a magical slumber. Then, the red horned demon appeared into the bed room. Seeing his plan working perfectly, he let a loud laugh. Who cared ? The magical cloud he created blocked all sounds and plunged the young maiden in a deep sleep. Mamahaha was afraid by this unholy creature. Shikuruu growled after the demon. As big he was, he couldn't survive long time against such a nightmare creature. But nothing will deter him and Mamahaha from their sacred duty : Serve and defend Nakoruru.
"Huh huh huh ! Do you think you can stop me, preposterous animals ?" Fyok'tel said, curved because of his huge mass in this tiny room.
Turning to Nakoruru, his sadistic smile revealed his tooth, wheted like daggers. He couldn't stand by seeing such an innocent creature. It was a too easy victory for him. Kill a young priestess.
"Assuredly, gods of this new world are really weak ! I will massacre them all..." He thought.
With quick movements of his four arms, he thrown a spell to block Mamahaha and Shikuruu. The two poor pets couldn't move to defend their beloved mistress. Then, the demon approched Nakoruru, his arms trembling due to the excitation of thinking how he will break her fragile neck. The pure creature was just in range. Maybe the demon will keep a cowlick of dark blue hairs as a trophy ? Too easy... Too easy that the demon started to regret he couldn't read the fear in the eyes of his victim.
But suddenly, a bright light enveloped Nakoruru benevolently. The demon howled in pain, severly wounded by light of gods. Nakoruru was protected... Almost blind, the demon stepped back. But he used to hit confusedly, hoping he will kill Nakoruru. He howled more. The light burned more his arms. Now, Fyok'tel was able to sense the gods protecting Nakoruru. It was just at this moment that Mamahaha was liberated from the dark curse of the demon. She rushed on him, enveloped in a magic fire. Shikuruu following her, ready to attack. Deprived of his eyes, Fyok'tel couldn't do anything else than blaspheming Nakoruru, her animals and her gods. What an irony ! A demon born by fire was killed by fire... Once his life was truely finished, the red cloud disappeared totally. Nakoruru seemed to sleep normaly again and the only proof of the recent fight was ash pile...
A lightning bolt swooped down on a tree, leaving only a stump burnt to ashes. Soon, the deflagration was replaced by unatural roars.
"How dare they ? I sacrificed too many time to leave this opportunity go. I won't let a pack of gods stop my plan." The unholy knight howled, out of control.
Another lightning bolt born from his skeletal hands destroyed another tree, transforming it into a huge torch and lighting up the night with an apocalyptic sky. But his anger stopped as fast as it started.
"Why need I lose my patience ? Time isn't what I miss." He said, the red lights of madness losing their intensity and his voice getting strangely calm. "If Fyok'tel failed his duty, somebody else will do it."
With the light of the flaming trees, the dark knight disappeared in the wind.
The white night dress brought to mind a symbol of purity and noblesse. Thanks to her candlestick, Charlotte could move in the darkness of her luxurious bedroom... This training day was quite exhausting for her. But it was necessary.
"Later, it can save my life. Evil can appear where I don't wait it..." She thought. "Alright, I need a rest... tomorow will be a harder day..." She added for herself, her angelic face betraying her sleepiness.
Before intalling herself in her bed, she stretched her body, leting a small groan due her limbs more relaxed.
But the destiny wanted her to do something else than sleeping. A holy light brightened her room, much better than her candlestick. A delicate silhouette appearing inside, face to Charlotte. His white wings stretched. Nobody could describe it. Nobody, even Charlotte. But she was really moved by the beauty of this angel. So much, that she fell on her knees, tears rolling on her cheeks due to emotion. She coudn't help with kissing her holy cross pendant and praying. As a good Christian, she was really moved by the holy presence of an angel.
"Stand up, my child. You have been chosen for a holy duty." The divine presence said with a really tender voice.
"Envoyé des cieux, I'm ready to serve our father." She said, couldn't focus her eyes on her interlocutor because she feel like a simple mortal face to an angel.
"Let me explain you, my child. Our religion is in danger. Since few days, a pagan cult menaced our mother church, starting to spread their faith all over the world. They pretend they can heal people from diseases, but they are nothing else but charlatans. The problem doesn't stop here, my child. They overtly uttered menaces to slaughter all Christians until the last. They started to chase or sacrifice their poor victims in the name of their cult : The cult of the bear." the angel said, a voice full of sadness.
"They are... Ainus, aren't they ?" Charlotte said, a confused voice.
"Yes. The whole cult is divided in many village. Each of them are managed like patriarchal communities. But the most important member, suposed to be the link between these fanatics and their gods is a young priestess you know well. She does this in the name of Nature..." The angel said, stretching his white wings again.
"Nakoruru... Oh my god... It cannot be true, she hates violence. How can she open a war against our mother church ?" Charlotte whispered, almost shocked by what she heard.
She couldn't imagine Nakoruru, a young maiden, dedicating herself to a war of religion.
"But it's true. She fell drunk of power. Mortals serving permanently their god and receiving powers from them always become persuaded they are the only creature allowed to live on earth. They think they are god. She always pretended she was protected by her gods. Blasphemy ! Her too greate faith in her gods and the fact she felt like an immortal were her main weaknesses. She was always thinking she was protected against all. And it was her fault. It allowed demons to corrupt her. She never wondered if the gods and the spirit she served were always the same. During the peace time... I guess a demon slowly took control of her spirit. Slowly remplacing the voice of Nature she ever heard to lure her and made of her a docile prey. Now, she's just a poor naive girl who was betrayed by a holy voice which is nothing else than a demon voice. That could be the reason. Maybe she's controled against her will. Maybe she's possessed by an agent of Ambrosia. But we are sure of one thing... she's allied with werewolves now. She started her ascension in the chaos. She didn't perceive the demon took her spirit. Only her appearence is the same... like Mizuki was." The angel said, a grave tone in the voice.
"But... but her love for animals ?" Charlotte asked, her blue eyes teary.
She couldn't believe it. Nakoruru was ever a good hearted person. Why would she behave like this ? Could she be possessed like Mizuki ?
"Animals are her servants. Many people in Japan were killed accidently by animals. It was too strange and frequent to be ordinary." The angel said. "Mother Nature is in pain. She lost her priestess."
A tear was rolling on Charlotte cheek. The myth of the "Kamui no Miko" was broken for her. But she managed to hide her sadness. She didn't want to show her weakness to an angel.
"What should I do so ?" She asked, with a weak voice, due to sadness.
"Don't be sad my child. I know Nakoruru was a good person for you. Even if you didn't know her well, I'm sure you would be her friend. But she need you now. You have to free her soul. Unfortunately, she's not alone. And for that... you have to kill her. So her soul will be able to rest in peace. That's the best could happen to her. But there is this werewolf... He defend the demon. And Rimururu, Galford, and many other person still think she's normal. You have to convince them of her true face. You have to show them it's not her soul... but a demon." The angel said, throwing a sweet look to help Charlotte to accept her hard task.
"Nakoruru... a demon... But how should I do ? Galford has a big relationship with Nakoruru, and Rimururu is her sister. For my part... I'm just a foreigner. They will surely trust her and not me !" Charlotte asked, watching the floor.
"Before you start your task, I will give you something..." her immortal interlocutor said her before concentrated himself for magic.
The shape of an item appeared in a ray of light. When the light disappeared, Charlotte could understand what it was. It was a kodachi. A Japanese dagger, like Nakoruru and Rimururu ever used to defend themselves. But the blade was made in a strange metal. It was strangely bright. When Charlotte gripped this weapon, her amazement was rather big. The dagger seemed to be magic. She interrogated the angel by her gaze.
"Show her this holy dagger and told her this is a present. Then, if the demon didn't took too much strength, he will be forced to take his true appearence. Don't be shocked by this and don't leave him any chance. Little does it matter how you will fight him, but you must finish him with this dagger. It's the best way to kill him. Galford, Rimururu and all her friends will see her true face. Maybe they will be shocked and stay confused... So you would be alone." The angel said, focusing his eyes on the young woman.
After a pause, he went on.
"Don't intent to seek Nakoruru in Japan... she will fall in your arms. You will find her here, in France." He finished.
Charlotte took a short time to meditate on this duty. She couldn't refuse it.
"Envoyé des cieux, I accept you mission... even if I have the feeling it will be hard." She finally told, closing her eyes as if she thought she will regret her acts.
"Good my child. May the light of eternal father advise you." The angel said.
Charlotte bent over him to thank. Then, the angel disappeared in his own light, plunging the bedroom in the darkness again.
Alone, Charlotte watched the holy dagger.
"May the spirit of Nakoruru protect me..." She hoped sadly.
Chapter 7-----The end of the night