Lunar Awakening-Chapter 62: Death For The Sinners (3)

The gaze of everyone in the room peeled open as they looked at the body of the awakened who had been alive only seconds ago, now lying low on the ground, bathed in a pool of her own blood.

With one already dead, there were three awakened superhumans left in the room. Mr. Neuman and Melissa were huddled together, the chief bodyguard, and the nanny stood by their sides-- frozen.

The awakened were left crippled with fear at the thought that one of theirs had died too quickly and without putting up a fight. It was condescending seeing Hinata standing in the darkness within the place where the mirror had been. Two red beams of light flashed in the depths of the darkness, signifying her eyes.

The creature inside growled, causing everyone to shift instinctively to the sudden change. The awakened were the first to react, shifting into a defensive stance almost instinctively. After all, they were accustomed to the sight of watching a comrade die. Given the thought that they were barely acquainted, the sight of the awakened’s death was not something that they took serious.

The young woman with pale skin and white hair stepped out of the darkness behind the broken mirror and onto the light of the room. Her feet stepped on shards of fragmented glass, cutting into them and causing them to bleed out onto the floor. Her blood, however, was a pale contrast to normal human blood. It was not red like blood should have been, but paler-- almost like it was losing what made it human. It was so pale it was close to being grey while still being somewhat related to red.

Unlike normal human blood, which was fully liquid, this one was heavily coagulated. It was not entirely liquid but leaned closer to being almost solid.

The pale young woman who stepped out of the mirror had a deadpan look on her face, it was like looking at a lifeless mural. One would have expected a monster to smile at the sight of a gruesome death they themselves had perpetuated. But something was different about this monster, more somber.

There was a hint of something shifting within the deepest recesses of her cold, unmoving eyes. It almost looked like remorse and it made everyone question if there was still something human within her. Her lips were cracked and smeared with bits of dried blood reaching down to her chin in thin streaks, her head tilted slightly to the side in an awkward manner. Her thin frame looked dry to the bone, the dark jacket she had worn days earlier was now smeared in dark shades of red that almost blended in with the darkness of the jacket.

With her head still awkwardly tilted to the side, she parted her cracked lips and spoke. "Hello, dear sister. Let’s pick up where we left off, why don’t we?" Her tone was despondent and crestfallen.

Melissa clung even tighter to her father in fear, Mr Neuman barked out in fear. "Stop her, you fools, before she kills us all."

One of the awakened in the room, a tall light-skinned male, barked back in a slightly agitated voice. "Shut the hell up, human. Why didn’t you say there were hidden passageways in the walls?"

Mr. Neuman’s tone fell. "I—I didn’t know."

"Fuck it, let’s put this bitch’s ass in the dirt," said the awakened.

The second awakened froze in place and looked to his side. "Hey, Mart, what the fuck’s wrong with that guy? Did he chicken out?"

All eyes drifted from the monster that had just entered the room, without letting her escape their peripheral vision, as they all turned to look at the pale young man with shaggy black hair.

At first glance, it was easy to know that something was off with him. He had a strange look in his eyes. They now pulsed bright purple, emanating like luminescent bulbs of light. His breathing was ragged and rough. It caused them to wonder why they didn’t hear it earlier.

"Is that steam?" asked the first awakened in a started tone.

They could see the young man breathing out puffs of hot air. For some unknown reason, they could feel him giving off the same presence as that of a beast.

Was that even possible? For a man to be beast-like.

The monster took a step forward, prompting both of the awakened to abandon their reverie and challenge her. Dots of light formed on their hands as they summoned their artifacts. The first awakened’s weapon of choice was a large battle mace that looked heavier than it should have been. Yet the man swung it as casually as swinging a rapier.

He lunged forward with incredulous speed and slammed his mace into the body of the monster, expecting to hear her body fly into the wall.

To his surprise, he only heard the sound of bone snapping and looked to see that his mace had been blocked by a single extension of her hand. The shock of the attack caused her shoulder blade to shift and rip through her skin in a horrendous way. Such pain would have caused any sane person to scream like they had run mad, but she was not sane.

The monster lunged forward without a second’s hesitation and slashed the awakened on the face with her undamaged hand. The awakened let out a loud grunt as he winced in pain, dropped of blood flying from the fresh wound.

The monster was about to land the killing blow when an arrow drilled through the air and lodged into her chest-- exactly where he heart should have been, causing thick coagulated blood to barely ooze out of it. This opening gave the first awakened a clear window to send her flying and crashing into the wall with an explosive hit from his battle mace.

The entire room shook from the force of the blow.

The first awakened winced in pain and tried as much as he could not to drop the mace in his still shaken state. "Fuck, you couldn’t have taken her head in that one shot?" His tone sounded pissed.

The other awakened’s weapon was a bow and quiver of arrows that looked to be of a significant tier. He spoke back in a calm, collected voice. "Yeah, and blow your head open too."

They could barely comprehend the ability of the monster alone, but they knew for certain that as long as they dominated both the long and short range in a coordinated series of attacks, they would win with ease.

The monster climbed to her feet and snapped her broken hand back in place with cold indifference. She shook off the after-pain like it was nothing and stared at them with lifeless eyes. Words slipped out of her lips, cold and venomous. "Death for the sinners."