Chapter 4: Alora

CHAPTER 4:

ALORA:

While adventuring with one of many devil incarnates, who had been second guessing himself for the past few hours while we continue to pass the same darkness over and over again - I think to myself just how smart or idiotic I am. Mother always said to never use a reflection curse, just after teaching me it. I never understood why she taught me it if she didn't want me to use it. That was, until a day in late August, the sun heating the ground with a smoulder and the sky as clear as the ocean. I can't really remember my mother now, due to my life now being a reconstruction of the life I once lived, but my mother was a figure, like me, however she was banned from heaven for being selfish due to having a child with a human instead of saving him. But in a way I think she did save him - until he was killed by whatever demon was hunting her.

Mother always mentioned the Halos warning when she had been pregnant with me, that I would be a target and that my father might as well be named dead. Figures are unable to get into heaven without Halos help, however their shine can guide anyone to where they long to go, and that is exactly why mother was kicked out of heaven, nearly left defenceless if she hadn't taken precautions beforehand. Figures are guides. Some may call it a gift, others a curse, who believe that they do not deserve to be reincarnated. However, whether we like it or not, it's our re - birthright.

Unfortunately, my mother's nature of being a Figure, lead the demon right to my father. Honestly, I can't remember him, I was a few years old when he passed, my mother grieved for him though, she still grieves. I haven't seen her since I passed through the winding corridor of reincarnation. I fear that she grieves for me sometimes, worries about me and blames herself for my passing. It is hard to believe that or even have an opinion on the matter, especially with my death so concealed. Fortunately, I don't believe in the construction of love, and I refuse to turn out like my mother, it pains me to not see her, but knowing my kind - our background, and my father's fatality, I know she'd end up sharing his fate.

In a simmer of bottomless never ending black, the demon prolonged inevitable failure, by continuing to go around in circles. Years went by, or so it felt like that - even if he could've helped himself a lot more if he'd asked for my help. I bet to myself that he'd refuse it even if I offered though. Unfortunate.

In a crazed gaze, the demonic presence eyes me up. His dark eyes gleaming across my face; my eyes, my nose, my chin, my neck..

And then he touches me. A bright gleam luckily hiding my embarrassment. Or was it disgust?

He gives up with stubborn stupidity and gives in to me and my power, suddenly overwhelming him. His charcoal eyes turn a faint white, which protrudes brighter and brighter, until his eyes are pools of golden light, as if brought by heaven themselves. The cocky little thing finally knows where he wants to go, which is what I realised after his faint nod, slight grin, and a pink flush slowly growing up his neck. But I was unsure it was in the correct context.

'What did you see?', I question curiously.

He throws my face back into the dirt.

'Nothing. Shut it figure', he spits.

I lay back on the ground and hold myself by my arms. ' I thought we were getting somewhere. Seems I was wrong ', I shrug to myself.

'Does your magic reset or something after I touch you?', the pink is in his ears now.

'Yeah it takes a bit.. why?', I question further.

'Then let's rest here and I'll put you to death tomorrow. I'll find a way don't you doubt it, pretty little witch'.

And in that craze, my eyes closed and sleep took over.