Bab 8: CHAPTER 8 - Agent onna
After Rudra falls into a coma, a whole Yuga passes somewhere in the world The man walked down the deserted street at midnight. The world around him was asleep, with not a soul in sight. The silence was broken only by the occasional rustle of the cold breeze that swept through the air. The moon, half-hidden behind drifting clouds, cast a faint glow over the scene. Houses on either side of the road were dark, their lights extinguished, while the streetlights flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows.
The walls lining the street were a dull gray, adorned with several faded posters peeling at the edges. As the man walked, his gaze drifted to the left. There, standing by the wall, was a girl.
She wore a light pink frock, its cute yet seductive design contrasting with the pale white of her skin, which seemed to glow under the dim streetlights. Her long, silky hair swayed gently in the breeze, so captivating that one could almost feel its softness by just looking at it. Her black, marble-like eyes, framed by long lashes, gleamed in a way that demanded attention. The man couldn't help but fix his gaze on her as he approached.
"How beautiful you are," he said, his voice trembling.
The girl tilted her head, her lips curling under her mask. "I can't talk to strangers," she replied playfully, her voice a mix of innocence and mischief. "But you seem like a great man, sir. My name is Onna." She leaned closer to him, her small hand brushing against his face, her body pressing lightly against his.The man, now visibly trembling with excitement, hesitated before grabbing her shoulders. "I am Takashi," he said, his voice thick with desire, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips met the fabric of her mask as he attempted to pin her against the wall.
Onna gently pushed him back, just enough to stop him. Standing on her toes, she met his gaze, her hands resting on his shoulders. In a voice so sweet, seductive, and childlike that it could unhinge any man, she whispered, "Hunting minors at night, are we? You'll have to be punished. But first, let me take a little bite, big boy."
Takashi's heart raced, the sound of its pounding so loud that Onna giggled. She knelt before him, her cold fingertips brushing against him. . He closed his eyes, tilting his head back as if savoring the moment. "Hurry up," he urged, grabbing her head. "I can't wait anymore."
Onna sighed, pouting playfully. "You're so rough. Let me enjoy the moment," she said, sulking like a child. Slowly, she removed her mask, revealing her face- a vision of beauty. She leaned in closer, her movements deliberate, tantalizing.
But when Takashi's eyes snapped open, his pleasure turned to horror. His scream pierced the night as pain shot through him. Onna's mouth was no longer human. Her lips had twisted into a grotesque circular maw, lined with arrow-shaped teeth. Blood poured from her mouth as she tore into him.He pushed and pulled at her, but she wouldn't let go. His legs gave out as he fell to the ground, clutching at the remains of himself in disbelief. Blood soaked the pavement. Onna crouched over him, her pale hands drenched in red, her long hair falling over her face. Her once-beautiful features now appeared monstrous, her black eyes glinting with a chilling hunger.
Takashi tried to crawl away, but Onna grabbed his leg, flipping him onto his back. She straddled him, pinning him down effortlessly despite her small frame. His screams echoed down the empty street as she leaned closer, her face mere inches from his.
"Please," he begged, tears streaming down his face. "Let me go. I'll do anything."Onna giggled, her voice still as sweet as ever. "But you've been such a bad boy," she whispered before biting into his face. Takashi's struggles grew weaker as she devoured him piece by piece, blood splattering her once-pink frock, now stained crimson.
When his body finally went still, Onna stood, wiping her bloodied mouth. She glanced at the mangled corpse with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Child predators," she said with a giggle, her voice sing-song. "Always so eager to fill my mouth. How sweet."
Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She answered it, her voice respectful but laced with unease. "Yes, sir?"
A cold, authoritative voice spoke on the other end. "Where are you?"
"I'm in Japan, sir. What do you need me to do?"
"Come to India," the voice commanded. "It's time to begin."
Onna's eyes widened, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across her face. "The god's chosen one... is about to emerge?" she whispered.
The line went dead, and Onna smiled darkly, disappearing into the shadows.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
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