Lasombra’s Affair (3)
Chapter 39: Lasombra's Affair (3)
The blood cocoon started to slowly crumble, leaving the aftermath of the clash between the Blood Spider and the two Lasombra Vampires, a destroyed interior of her house living room, hallway, kitchen and other base level floor rooms.
She was holding her hands to her face, all bloody, not with her own blood, but this sight brought her directly into a nightmare that wouldn't be able to compare with anything else she ever experienced in her 27 years of living as a normal human.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat
"Why do monsters like you walk free, unpunished by God? It's because of people like you that Carl has to flee and hide, to look over his shoulder! It's you people that paint someone like him into a Monster!"
Her words hung heavy in the air, charged with a raw emotion that seemed to reverberate through the room. She could feel the weight of her own grief pressing down on her, threatening to consume her whole, but beneath it all, there simmered a fierce anger that burned like a wildfire.
The dread she was feeling, along with another mix of emotions she could hardly describe as an emotional woman, just staring at those Vampires that ruined her house and night, her fear of the unknown turned into hate. She wanted to kill those Vampires with her own two hands that were now smeared with Arachne's remains.
Orlok, his expression twisted into a sneer of disdain, scoffed at her words. "Pitiful woman, instead of asking God to send his judgment on us, you should pray to us that we don't send the whole Human World into Terror."
He continues on by taunting her, his voice dripping with contempt "This World we live in is Unfair, and simply follows the Law of the Strongest. Since you're weaker, it's in my whole right to do whatever I want with you."
Jeanne's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to contain the seething rage that threatened to consume her. She refused to cower before these monsters, refused to let them see her fear.
"Exactly, you stupid swine," Wisborg chimed in, his voice laced with malice. "Now, let me turn you into my Thrall."
Just hearing those snide remarks of the Vampires before her, it fueled her anger to clearly supernatural levels as her blue eyes began to give off a hue of golden light.
Even if she couldn't kill those monsters. She wanted to at least put a nail into their cruel, monstrous hearts.
'I wasn't much of a believer in my life even if the whole of my family is Catholic. But… if God truly exists, grant me the power to hurt those monsters.'
As if God listened to her deepest desires and will, her eyes began to flash lightly with a Golden Light, while her body began emitting some particles of holy light.
A soft, golden light begins to emanate from her outstretched hands. The air around her seems to shimmer with anticipation as the sacred energy within her stirs.
The raw emotions of injustice and desire to seek vengeance on the Vampires who harmed her little companion that she got accustomed to in her daily life the past two weeks, boiled over, spilling up.
She wasn't that angry, not even against her cheating ex-fiancee.
Gradually, three glowing nails materialize in the air before her, each one pulsating with a radiant light that illuminates the surroundings. The nails hover gracefully in mid-air, suspended by the power of the wielder's will.
"Orlok, what the fuck is going on? Out of nowhere she's giving off this dangerous vibe." Wisborg muttered, his voice laced with uncertainty as he eyed Jeanne warily.
Orlok, however, remained calm and collected, his gaze fixed on Jeanne with a newfound interest. "This one is an interesting turn of events. Don't attack her, let's see what she's up to."
As the Divine Nails fully materialize, they begin to spin slowly around the beautiful blonde woman, forming a halo of divine energy that encircles her like a protective barrier. The light emanating from the nails bathes her in a warm, ethereal glow, enhancing her beauty and radiance.
The vampires watched this display, especially Orlok who showed fascination at the process that he couldn't help but think was a 'Sacred Gear Awakening'.
"Prepare yourself for round two, Wisborg."
It was Jeanne herself who broke the silence, her voice rising in a primal scream that echoed through the shattered remnants of her home. Her words reverberated with a fierce intensity, carrying with them the full force of her wrath.
Nolonger was she the fearful and hurt beauty, as her expression turned into something akin to a Banshee.
"This time I have the power to kill you bat bastards! God has allowed me a second chance at life!"
The two High-Class Vampires didn't take Jeanne seriously, especially Wisborg, but Orlok couldn't help but frown a bit while checking the amount of power building up inside Jeanne's body. What was more nasty from his view, was that this power wasn't of a Neutral-type like most Sacred Gears, no, far from it, it was the disgusting Holy Power.
It was clear from the way she reacted that it was all subconscious, and she didn't have true control over the Sacred Gear, but the next action of the blonde woman triggered some goosebumps as they evaded her attack.
With a gesture of her hand, the beautiful blonde woman commands the Divine Nails to unleash their power. The nails respond to her will, emitting beams of piercing light that shoot forth with incredible speed, grazing the flesh of Orlok, while Wisborg got pierced by one of the Nails which made him scream like a wounded wild beast, his flesh beginning to burn in an instant.
The wound on Orlok's shoulder was akin to a hot-knife going along butter, while Wisborg got a nail pierced straight in his left thigh.
"Impossible. Sure, I understand that nasty Holy Power would sting, but this much? What the fuck are those Nails?" Wisborg exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief as he clutched his injured thigh, blood oozing from the wound, but it showed signs of boiling from the Nail that stuck him.
"Nails? Could it be? The Nails of Christ? … I only heard of this Sacred Gear in Books, rarely being awakened, the last apparition was in the 18th century. A nun from Millan… Is this woman related to that nun?" Wisborg pondered aloud, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"It doesn't matter." Orlok declared, his voice dripping with calculated cunning "I kind of guessed why Krassius would mark this woman with his scent. Now, this one will be a great gift for Prince Lotharius, and I'm sure he would love to stab the dagger deeper into Krassius's wounds."
They still had their confident arrogance, not thinking much apart from their initial surprise when Jeanne attacked the Vampires with the Holy Light of the Nails, and while she didn't understand what was going on, she could feel that there was something burning in her heart, not harmful, it almost felt like when Carl would bite her neck.
'Is this the Mana that Carl talked about? I have this feeling that I'm invincible and can punish those evil Vampires.'
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A/N: Carl-Krassius will become a roidhead if he continues to suck J's blood. He might turn out to evolve in a new form. Holy Vampire.
Also, what you think of the J's Sacred Gear. I was debating initially if the Nails should be spread to other characters, but that would involve extra OCs which clearly is not smart doing when we got Multi-Cross interface.