My golden eyes stayed fixed for a few monts on the anomaly that suddenly erged from the fog. Its shape was a grotesque and repulsive fusion of centipede, scorpion, and spider — as if soone had tried to create a perfect creature by combining the worst traits of each and had failed miserably.
The sight was disturbing, like staring at the result of a genetic experint that should never have been conceived, a living abomination that defied all common sense of existence. Anyway, the father and the little girl who had given chocolate earlier were facing the anomaly.
From where I stood, it looked like his body had simply frozen, as if panic had paralyzed him. He clutched his daughter tightly against his chest, instinctively trying to protect her with his own body... But, to be honest, that wouldn't have made much of a difference. I an, that thing could probably break both of them in half with a single strike.
Looking into the diner, I noticed that the people inside were also in pure despair. The woman I assud was the girl's mother, for example, was lying on the ground, her trembling hands clutching her chest. Tears stread endlessly down her face, as if they would never stop.
There was sothing in her gaze — empty, broken — that made think that, to her, the husband and daughter were already dead. And honestly, I couldn't bla her. Given the situation, from her perspective, it was two monsters attacking the only family mbers she had left — two ordinary humans, defenseless.
I watched the scene for a few more seconds, my face likely holding the usual expression of indifference. The silence was broken monts later by a voice echoing through the small cara attached to my chest. It was Laura, sounding desperate: "[Angel of Death], you need to help them. You can't let humans die, okay?"
Laura's tone, strangely, reminded of a mother or an older sister — soone trying to teach right from wrong to a child, with patience and a touch of affection... Well, maybe it was just my impression, right? It would be odd if she was really treating like that.
Anyway, even if Laura hadn't asked anything of , my intention from the start was to help them. I an, even soone like , who usually doesn't care about much, would feel a certain weight on their conscience seeing sothing happen to that little girl and just turning my back.
Finally, I slowly approached the father and the little girl, my cautious steps echoing softly in the heavy silence of the place. I peered over the man's shoulder, and that's when the girl's eyes t mine. She watched silently, huddled behind her father, and the fear in her gaze was palpable — etched in every line of her tense expression.
In the next mont, I positioned myself in front of them, like a shield between them and the threat. My golden eyes glowed with a soft, almost ethereal light, cutting through the thick fog that swallowed the surroundings. I stared intently at the anomalous creature before , fully prepared to react if necessary.
While I observed the anomaly before , Victor's voice ca through the speaker of the cara attached to my chest, tinged with caution: "This thing seems to have a pretty tough exoskeleton... I'm not exactly sure what the [Angel of Death]'s strength level is, but with what we have right now, breaking that would be nearly impossible. If it were , I'd aim straight for the head"
Hearing Victor's words, I blinked softly for a brief mont. The next instant, I activated my eyes and shifted my gaze to the anomaly before . Just as Victor had said, specifically, the creature's head glowed with intensity. I thought for a few seconds about the situation.
It didn't seem like that area was its weak point, at least not in the classic sense. The truth is, the head had less of the plating that covered the rest of its body, making it, consequently, the most vulnerable point. I imagined that, if I could break through its armor, other parts might also start glowing.
The next mont, my eyes returned to their normal color. And it was exactly when I focused my sight back on the anomaly before that I noticed sothing strange — more specifically, in its behavior. How can I explain...? Suddenly, it looked like a rabbit cornered by a predator.
I know, it sounds absurd, almost ridiculous, considering that thing is much bigger than and infinitely more threatening in appearance. Still... there was sothing in its movents, in the tension of its body, maybe in its gaze — yes, it really seed afraid of .
Trying to prove my theory, I took a step forward. The anomaly, in response, slithered back... Well, that confirms it: this thing is scared of . In the end, we found ourselves in a strange ga — the more I advanced, the more it retreated.
At one point, the monster let out a low grunt, its fangs snapping with a dry crack, as if it hesitated between attacking or fleeing. Then, without warning, the creature turned and disappeared into the thick fog, vanishing completely, leaving no trace behind.
I can't say I was truly surprised by the situation. I an, it's not like it was anything new to , though I must admit it's been a while since sothing like this happened. In a way, it reminded of my early days as an anomaly.
Back then, most beings I encountered would simply flee as soon as my eyes started glowing, but as ti passed, more and more monstrous creatures started appearing, and that reaction no longer had the sa effect. The world beca more rciless, and so did I.
In the end, I turned to the man, and with a heavy sigh, he simply collapsed to the ground, his ragged breaths echoing in the stillness. His daughter was still clinging to him, and in the next mont, the little girl broke free from her father's arms and ran toward , throwing herself into another tight embrace.
Upon seeing the scene, the man panicked again. He quickly stood up, his desperate eyes scanning the environnt as if searching for an exit or sothing that could help. But, realizing there was nothing, his gaze shifted back to , filled with a mix of anguish and apprehension.
I stared back at him, watching closely, my golden eyes narrowing slightly in his direction. His look quickly turned to terror, and he took a step back, as if he wanted to flee.
However, it only took a brief glance at the little girl clinging to tightly for him to approach again. Curiously, he seed to fear more what might happen to his daughter than his own life. The tension in the air thickened, as if that small being were his only weakness.
While my mind drifted in that thought, sothing unexpected grabbed my hand. I looked down, and to my surprise, it was the little girl. With a shy smile, she moved toward her father, repeating the gesture before, with a gentle tug, guiding us toward the diner's entrance. The soft sound of her footsteps echoed in the silence around us, and for a mont, everything seed quieter.
The next instant, she opened the door, and the three of us entered. The little girl's mother, frantic, ran to , picked her up in her arms, and began to cry, sobs coming fiercely. I stood still in front of the door, watching the scene as she held her daughter tightly, as if fearing to lose the only thing she had left.
In front of us, the n began to act strangely, pointing everyday objects, like mops and pots, at . One of them, however, held a knife, the blade gleaming faintly in the dim light of the place. The atmosphere was tense, the situation on the brink of exploding at any mont.
The mother, unable to contain her tears, embraced her daughter tightly, her hands trembling with distress. The anguish on her face was evident, each tear falling as though trying to wash away the pain she felt. Her voice, choked with emotion, echoed with silent desperation: "My daughter! My dear! My world! I love you so much... never disappear like that again... Mommy would die without you, without your smile, without your presence. I couldn't bear it again"
Although the woman was in tears, her emotions didn't seem to be of sadness, but rather of overflowing joy. I watched her silently, my eyes glowing intensely in gold, reflecting a supernatural light. My attention, however, was focused on the n inside the diner, whose expressions and movents I studied with unsettling calm.
They approached slowly, as if trying to corner a frightened animal. Well, I wasn't an animal, and I certainly didn't fear the weapons they carried. When they were only a few steps away, I moved my foot, taking a slight step forward. In that instant, the man holding the knife stared at with pure terror.
His body hesitated for a mont before throwing the knife toward . The blade spun through the air, reflecting the light in a threatening manner, until, with a precise motion, it lodged itself in my chest, just near where my heart should be. Not that I had one, anyway.
In the next mont, they pulled back from but continued to point their weapons in my direction. Their eyes, fixed and piercing, wouldn't leave , as if they wanted to read every thought I had.
However, the silence was absolute; not a sound was made, creating a palpable tension in the air. It seed as though even the simple act of breathing could trigger an unwanted reaction from — at least, that's how they felt, as if every move I made was being watched with extre caution.
anwhile, I pulled the knife from my chest with surprising calm. The mont the blade ca free from my skin, the wound began to heal before my eyes, closing in less than a second. My body, as if nothing had happened, showed no scar.
The scene, however, had the opposite effect from what I expected. Everyone around backed away even more, their gazes filled with horror and discomfort. Well, I knew that doing that wasn't such a great idea.
I thought for a mont about what to do. Honestly, I could try talking to them, but the fact that I couldn't make a sound with my mouth would likely make them see as an even more frightening being. In fact, it would have the opposite effect from what I wanted. So, I dismissed the idea imdiately. It was while pondering this that a sudden idea struck my mind.
In the end, my intention was to do nothing. I believed the best way to show that I posed no danger was simply to remain still. So, without haste, I sat down on one of the chairs near the door and stayed there, just observing the n.
They exchanged confused looks, as if wondering what I was thinking. In the end, apparently convinced that I wasn't a threat, they backed away, slowly returning to where the woman and child waited, leaving the atmosphere a bit calr.
They seed to be exchanging words, although I could hear them if I wanted to, but I preferred to look outside the store. The fog outside seed dense, as if it were swallowing everything around it. The sound of the outside world had disappeared, likely muffled by the thick glass of the diner.
The silence inside the diner was profound, only interrupted by the distant murmur of conversation and the occasional crack of sothing on the shelf. I made no effort to understand what they were saying. I just sat, letting ti pass, waiting for sothing to happen, as if the simple act of waiting would be enough for the world to keep moving.
Then, finally, I heard footsteps. When I turned my gaze, I saw the man. He was approaching slowly, the air around him tense, but there was sothing different in his behavior. Although I could still see the fear in his eyes, his posture seed more relaxed than when we were outside, as if he were, in so way, finding a certain calm in that mont.
He stared at for a few seconds before sitting in front of , his gaze fixed and calm, as if pondering sothing important. I watched his movents closely, absorbing every little detail, my mind completely consud by curiosity.
What was he trying to do? That mont seed to carry a mysterious weight, sothing I couldn't explain. For a mont, the scene reminded of a human trying to make contact with an alien, a eting of two completely different worlds. But, well, that was probably just my impression.
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