The Pact: Bruno and the Crimson Veil

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Returning home, entering the city triumphantly, we were honored for completing the mission.

Sitha was at the city gate, and upon seeing us, she congratulated us.

"Congratulations to the seventeenth squad for completing your first mission."

"Ma'am, everyone greeted her except me," I thought. She clearly did that on purpose. Besides, in this relationship, I'm the lord, not her.

She then continued, "You all may rest now; I'll just take your captain temporarily."

Everyone nodded and cheerfully entered the city, heading straight to headquarters.

I accompanied Sitha to her office.

After a few minutes, in her office, I had just finished reporting the mission.

"Four hundred Harudraks? Two second-level beasts?" She looked extremely surprised.

"You didn't know?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Of course not. Why would I send you to your death?" she replied, a little frustrated.

"Someone must have..." she started to say.

"Sitha, don't finish that," I cut her off quickly. She looked at me, confused.

"I already noticed beings lurking in the shadows at the castle," I told her. "They're probably high-level since they can hide from barons like you, Selena, and Flávia."

"How did you find out?" she asked seriously.

"Once, while going to Flávia's room, there was someone in the shadows outside, but I could only hear their breathing. Then their presence vanished completely. They seem to limit themselves to a certain distance and never enter specific places. Probably someone out there watching your moves."

I told her what I knew.

"Selena already told me about that," she said.

"Alright, thank you for your work. I'll send your bonus soon. You're dismissed."

She said, still thoughtful.

I simply nodded as I left.

Outside the office, I thought about what to do next—I needed to take a shower before going to that place.

Back in my room, I took a shower. My wavy, wet hair reached my shoulders, and there were new scars on my body.

But what I had seen, I needed to confirm. I had to know if I was truly that childish.

My thoughts drifted, but I knew what I was going to do. Regardless of the consequences, I would face it head-on.

I needed to. I wanted to go. Nothing could stop me—only this determination.

The water ran over my body, dripping through my hair, sliding down my pale skin. My purple eyes shone with determination.

After a few minutes, walking toward where I had come from, I wore a black shirt, black cargo pants, and a pair of white sneakers. My arm was adorned with a snake tattoo.

Walking down the street, I looked like a delinquent from the human world—long hair, tattoo, tall.

Wherever I went, I drew attention—maybe for my looks, or perhaps for my casual clothes, different from the luxurious vampire style.

Moving to my own rhythm, I looked strange, though handsome. It seemed like I was going to make a love declaration, which was quite funny. My steps sounded slow but steady.

In my mind, I carried endless dedication.

Under the sky, Bruno didn't see, but clouds appeared above him. A heavy rain was coming—this rain would mark the end of this brief but unfortunate snowstorm.

Climbing a gentle slope leading to that castle, I went without looking back.

But the sky seemed against me; thunder roared and clouds darkened. At first, it drizzled as I quickened my pace.

The rain seemed to follow me, growing heavier the higher I climbed.

Near the gate, the rain was extremely intense, with wind, fog, and gusts.

I was soaked but kept walking—until I saw a shape ahead, amid the mist.

It was her.

POV: Flávia

In my castle, I was handling barony matters. Selena had gone on an important mission, so I was managing everything.

So boring...

I thought, but something kept me determined—it would be in four days when I'd talk to him, apologize, and everything would go back to how it was.

He would clearly forgive me, I felt it. We hadn't been through much—but everything was intense.

My instincts told me so. But as if the heavens were against my thoughts, the sky darkened and thunder rolled.

I stuck out my tongue at the sky, as if it were against me. Minutes later, I began to believe it—first came the drizzle, then a normal rain, then a heavy rain, and finally a storm with thunder, wind, and fog.

What a heavy rain...

Before finishing my thought, I smelled a scent I recognized very well—it was him.

Was he here? No, it was the wind carrying his scent, I thought, cursing the storm.

But the scent grew stronger, as if he were near. I couldn't resist; taking light steps, I headed to the castle entrance. With every step, his scent grew stronger, only intensifying.

Anxiety ran through me. Did something happen? Wasn't he supposed to be on a mission? A little scared, I started walking faster.

Reaching the castle gate, I breathed deeply and opened it at once. There he was, walking in the rain. I couldn't tell if he was crying—water ran down his face.

But me? I was crying. There he was, soaked, looking at me.

Running toward him, I shouted his name through tears.

Brunooo.

POV: Bruno

She shouted my name, running toward me. Without holding back, I ran to her and hugged her tightly, lifting her in a bear hug. At that moment, both of us were soaked—after so many days, finally together.

With a choked voice, I said,

"Flávia...

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you."

"Bruno, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you either."

"Forgive me."

"Forgive me."

"I love you."

"I love you."

Through tears and choked voices, we said the same words to each other.

And after so long, our thoughts joined in a kiss.

The sky seemed to acknowledge our reunion, and the rain began to cease—until it stopped altogether.

From that rain came a sun so bright it covered the world, ending the snowstorm.

Looking into her eyes, my almost tearful voice came out,

"I'm sorry, little bat. I was so unfair to you."

I said, running my hand over her face.

She looked at me, shaking her head, her eyes shining.

"No, I was unfair to you too. I never truly thought about what you went through in that forest. How your mind was."

Shaking my head, I replied,

"I thought of you and Selena every day in that forest. I really wanted to see you both. I remembered when I met you. I remembered when you, Selena, and I spent the day watching movies."

"I always thought of you—even during those days.

I thought of you both."

"I'm glad you're back," she said, her little eyes full of tears.

"Shall we go in?" she asked.

Finally back home, I said, intertwining my fingers with hers as we entered that castle.

"Why don't you go to your room and take a shower?" she said, eyes shining.

"Come with me, Flávia?" I asked, still holding her hand.

She simply nodded, and together we walked to my room. It was still the same as before—so identical. How I missed it.

Timidly, we headed to the bathroom. I took off my wet shirt and soaked pants.

Flávia took off her shirt and shorts.

She shyly tried to cover the parts of her body that stood out.

There was nothing more to it—we just showered together, feeling each other's bodies, our lips sealing, our eyes meeting.

"I love you."

"I love you."

About 30 minutes later, back in my room, dressed, Flávia and I talked happily. Time had given us space for many new stories, but we talked about us. We asked and answered; I wanted to know more about her and how much she knew about me.

After so long, I finally relaxed. I thought as I talked to the lively Flávia.

"Where is Selena?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Selena? She's on a very important mission, and I can't say," Flávia said.

"Not even to a squad captain?" I said, rubbing my nose.

"Nope."

"What a pity."

But suddenly, I felt a slight disgust coming from my deepest being.

It was as if something hateful and profane was beginning to take its first steps.

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POV: Eorin

My eyes opened. I barely remembered anything—just walking with my friends when a car came at us. Everyone dodged, but it seemed to relentlessly chase me.

Confused, I looked around, but there was only darkness—just a limited darkness, enclosed under an even darker dome.

What kind of place is this? I thought, irritated and confused. Why am I here? These thoughts came and went.

*Locus Obscuras*

A place where processed souls transform into something new.

A voice echoed in my mind. It told me the name of this place and what happens here. When the voice vanished, an infernal pain coursed through me. I had never felt anything like it—it felt like I was being torn apart, like I was dying.

However, the pain disappeared. As if by magic, I was fine, just a bit dizzy. But this didn't seem like it would last—the black dome opened and violently expelled me to the ground.

Looking around, I had a vague sense of where I was. A purple, almost ethereal mist curled throughout the place. The ground was red, fiery, and seemed soaked with blood. The sky looked like a heavy blood-red canvas, almost leaking.

Frightened by this place, I looked around. Hundreds of demon-like things were fighting—a hellish war—but there were no allies; everyone was against each other.

Looking at my body, my hands were huge, red, divided by strange lines. On my fingers, where nails should be, were enormous black claws.

My movements felt very strange, so I looked at my legs—they were huge. Claws stuck to the ground, and my feet looked terrifying.

A growl sounded nearby. Looking over, I saw a purple wolf mixed with three other creatures: eagle wings, bird horns—it was bizarre.

It stared at me hungrily, as if I were simple prey. In its eyes, I was a newcomer here—meaning an easy, nutritious target.

"Newbie, don't be scared," it said as it attacked me.

Its body shot toward me at high speed. Fearful, I tried to retreat, but a bestial instinct took over.

By instinct, my body charged forward. My mind wanted to flee, but my body wanted to survive.

After the attack, I was ahead. In my hand was its head.

"Haaaaa!" A roar came from my mouth—I had won, survived.

Completely shocked, I thought, "Am I really this strong? Red hands, claws, a hellish war—so I am...?"

Am I a demon?

What the hell.

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POV: *Fatum*

In a place where concepts polarize, appearing and vanishing, a purple being felt two of its strings break beneath its cloak.

On its face were many emotions: curiosity, hatred, confusion.

Its spiritual sense was vast, searching its domains for what had been stolen.

Damn, no matter how hard it searched, it couldn't find it.

Could *Spatium* and *Alga* be fighting again?

Or had *Inversus* attacked them again?

I snapped my fingers, and twelve beings appeared.

They were the *Iter Casus*

"Go and find these anomalies," my cold, distant voice ordered.

They vanished under my command.