A Tale After Four Lives - Volume 1: Receiving The Reward Chapter 35 35: A World Of Hurt

Cleria stood over her loved one, the priest/exorcist Masaomi Yaegaki, he was critically injured, lying down on the ground he watched with a bitter expression as the woman he loved did everything she could to protect him.

“Run, Cleria, save your self!” he called out like many times before but she ignored him while facing the team of exorcists that came to kill them with a stern countenance. He could not see any way of them both surviving especially now that he was injured, he could only hope to reach this stubborn woman he fell in love with and try and get her to leave him behind and flee, but she just wouldn’t listen.

Bang*

Cleria was pushed back after blocking another attack, she was breathing heavily, and there were small wounds all over her body, blood slowly leaked out as she moved back in forth not giving her body any chance to heal, she couldn’t even remember how many times she had cursed the light weapons her enemies were using.

“Guess I have no choice”, she spoke softly that only she could hear her own voice, putting her hand into her pocket she pulled out a blood-red token and poured a bit of her mana into it, causing the little thing to glow brightly.

“Careful” the exorcist leader shouted, Cleria had heard from Masaomi before that this man was his direct superior and also a holy sword wielder, which caused her to be extra wary against him, just imagining what a holy sword could do to her caused her to unconsciously shiver. The man named Touji Shidou was not to be underestimated.

The light given off by the token started to become brighter and brighter and after a few seconds of activation it suddenly projected something, Cleria looked at it for a moment only to be dumbfounded the next as what the light from the token projected was a magic circle, the circle started moving and then a bright flash came from it causing her to unconsciously close her eyes, when she opened them again she saw the back of someone, it was large as if it could carry the weight of the world, she felt safe just looking at this back as it’s owner faced her enemies.

The person turned around and she could see his face, flanked by the two horns that grew from his head and curved downwards, like bulls ending right beside his cheeks, his purple eyes that glowed like an undying ember, he opened his mouth his sharp fangs could slightly be seen from underneath his lips. He was the dragon that struck a deal with her some time ago, Mournomon.

“It been some time Cleria, you look…”, Mournomon spoke but paused a little after seeing her haggard appearance, “…Alive”, he smoothly saved himself.

Cleria just rolled her eyes at him, before speaking seriously, “Glad to see you again, Lord Mournomon, I seem to have run into a problem that I need your help with”, she said, gesturing towards the group of exorcists as she finished her sentence.

Mournomon gave the exorcists a brief glance, they were staring at him warily, his eyes did linger on Touji a bit longer but that was only by a millisecond more than the rest before he turned his gaze towards the wounded Masaomi.

“His wounds are grave, you should probably tend to them before they worsen”, Mournomon said, staring back at the exorcists he started advancing towards them

“But what about you?”, Cleria asked, but Mournomon merely chuckled at her question.

“No need to fret, little one, take care of your lover and I’ll handle these little nuances”, Mournomon said, his eyes stared down at the exorcists.

“Leave now or suffer”, Mournomon spoke, his voice exuded arrogance.

The exorcist group was silent for a moment before Touji stepped forward to speak, “My name is Touji Shidou, captain of this group, may I enquire your name and your relationship with my target”, his words rang out clearly for Mournomon to hear.

“My name is Mournomon, as for my relationsh.i.p.s with the little devil, well I owe her a favor, I will say this again, if you do not wish to be in agony, leave!” Mournomon said and even raised his voice at the last word causing the air to visibly vibrate from his shout.

Touji was pushed back by a sound wave, his hand instinctively reached for his Holy sword but had better judgment than to draw it against this unknown variant. It’s not that he was a coward it was that since this being with horns appeared he had been feeling a deep sense of dread sprout up from his very soul, it was like a whisper warning him not to provoke this beings wrath. Touji might have been a good fighter and leader but he knew his greatest talent was his instincts, he would not be alive to this day if he had not listened to them now and right now they were telling him to turn around and get the f.u.c.k out of there.

Saying a silent prayer asking God to forgive his cursing before letting go of the hilt of his sword with his trembling hand, yes he was trembling and the whispering from his soul was getting louder the longer he was standing in this… this… monster was all he could think of, get out of the presence of this monster. He was just about to give the order to retreat when he saw somebody run past him, getting a closer look it was one of his subordinates, “What the f.u.c.k are you doing!!!”, Touji yelled in his mind but it was too late to stop the man as he was already in front of the Monster.

Mournomon looked on in amus.e.m.e.nt as the exorcist passed his leader while spouting some crap about the church, Mournomon didn’t really care thou he was more interested in Touji’s hilarious facial expression when he finally realized what was happening.

The exorcist swung his light sword with all his might as he shouted, “Diiiiieeeeeee!!!”, the sword flashed across Mournomons chest and everything in the surroundings went silent, the seconds slowly trickled away but nothing happened. Nothing happened. NOTHING HAPPENED!!!, these were the only things that went through every single exorcist head except for the one that actually swung the sword.

Mournomon looked down at him, staring him in the eye, “Let me guess, you are thinking something along the line of, I’m f.u.c.k.i.e.d”, he said in a cruel smile.

The exorcist stared at Mournomon in silence before slowly nodding his head, his entire body already drenched in sweat.

“Well…”, Mournomon started speaking as he cracked his knuckles in his palm, “…time to bleed”.

The poor exorcist couldn’t even react before he was seeing the world upside down, and with a Bang, he landed on the ground, the sound of a few bones braking could be heard and then a mournful groan before the exorcist passed outdo the pain.

His teammates only stared on in horror, they couldn’t even see what happened everything was a blur and before they knew it he was in the air, then with a bang, he was on the ground.

“Who’s next”, Mournomon’s voice rang out like that of a demon, causing the Touji and his team’s faces to turn white as a sheet of paper, while they were slowly trying to back up.

“Oh no you don’t”, said Mournomon, as he took a step forward and appeared behind the exorcist group, giving the backmost member a kick somewhere the sun doesn’t shine, sending him and his team members, which he slammed into hurtling forward before coming to a stop lying on the ground, another painful yell came from out of the group as one of them was clutching hi own ass while crying in tears of grief, his ass was broken and he was never to sit on it again.

The rest of the team was watching Mournomon standing there in sheer terror, his every step in their direction was like he was stepping on their hearts. Alee of them cursed Brian, the stupid exorcist that just had to attack this monster. They swore to themselves if they got out of this alive they will make sure that he will live the rest of his life pain, the same pain as they were about to experience.

Mournomon still smiling cruelly arrived at the next victim ready to meet out judgment, in the eyes of every exorcist there he was worst than a devil.

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Cleria had been watching from the start and the longer she watched the wider her eyes went, in the end, she could only sigh in relive that Mournomon was an ally and not an enemy, Masaomi, on the other hand, was just staring at the whole thing from Mournomon beating every one of his previous comrades into a pulp, to the point where only the leader Touji was left, his mind was a black, he had no thoughts since he could muster the brainpower to form any as he watched this numbing scene.

Touji stood in front of Mournomon, his entire body shaking in fear, while every thought in his mind was how to not think of whats going to happenin’ to no surprise it didn’t work.

“Don’t worry…” Mournomon said gently as he placed his hand on Touji’s shoulder while mentally apologizing to his drinking body. With a quick jerk, his knee went up. Touji’s entire body suddenly tensed, his eyes dilated and then he slowly fell backward until he landed on the ground, frothing at the mouth as he slowly curled himself up like a shrimp.

Mournomon having finished his task leaving each exorcist either unconscious or groaning in pain, turned his attention to Cleria and Masaomi, Cleria slightly shivered and took a step back when she saw him looking at her and poor Masaomi clenched his legs together as his face that was already pale due to his wounds became even paler.

Mournomon smiled wryly as he looked at there reactions, “Might have slightly, ever so possibly overdone it just a bit” he thought.