Capítulo 18: Son Of Michael

"Scram," said the man with silver hair.

The illumination from the room's light gave an ethereal look at the incoming angel. His deep blue eyes shone with disinterest as he locked his gaze on the unruly three girls. Ariel, who claimed to be doing this for Apollo Sky, faltered and unknowingly took a step back after feeling the whipping aura of the newly arrived angel.

Ariel said that this pompous angel received a fair beating from Headmaster Kirk. But I can't see any semblance that he's been gnawed by the tentacle monster.

"B-But Sky!" Ariel protested. Her eyes shone with rebellious intent as the other two shrunk at his words and were now hiding behind the pink-haired angel. Pouting her small lips, Ariel stomped her right foot – splashing water at Crescent, who was still slumped on the watery tiled floor.

Apollo Sky waved his left as if dismissing the three like a common servant. Cocking his head, he eyed the three with sharp eyes that glinted like daggers under the illumination of the comfort room.

"I said scram."

Words were left unsaid as the two minions bowed their heads in submission to the higher-ranked angel, bringing the astounded Ariel along with them. Not looking back at Crescent, who was watching the scene with her brows raised, the three vanished from their line of vision – leaving the son of Michael and the daughter of Beelzebub alone.

Am I saved because he wants to torture me instead? Or he wants me to owe him one? Well, I prefer the former one. I don't want to owe some shit to this guy.

"For someone who dared to touch me with her demonic body, you sure are looking pathetic right now, daughter of Beelzebub." Apollo Sky, the very core of the definition of the words prince charming, stood in front of Crescent. His two hands were hidden under his pockets while his cerulean eyes looked down at her apathetically – like she was some kind of a weird bug.

Though insulted, Crescent stood up – her hair and dress soaked with water. She leaned against the tiled wall and grinned at him. "Why did you interfere, son of Michael?"

She called his name by mistake earlier and she would not dare do it again.

"That is none of your business. And don't think for a second that I am helping a filthy thing like you."

Woah! Calm your testicles! You are so defensive, dude! Oh-ho, you sound like someone who has a crush on someone!

Crescent grinned, tilting her horned head sideways. "I like black roses."

Upon her sudden remark, Apollo Sky's perfectly sculpted forehead knotted. "What are you saying?"

The newly found wickedness in her started to swell. Crescent crossed the one-meter distance between them and the next moment he knew, she was already pulling his pale blue-colored cravat – drawing his face closer to her. Crescent's hot breath fanned over his face, and the knot lodged between his brows deepened. "Aren't you doing this because you like me, son of Michael?"

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Crescent was knocked down against the wall. Due to the impact, the tiles cracked around her followed by the flashing of the lights and the booming sound of a body crashing against a wall like a ragged doll.

A raging storm inside the azure pair of orbs gazing down at her did not stop Crescent from grinning. Blood oozed from her lips. Feeling the heat of hate from being pinned by Apollo Sky's firm hands, her two hands were held up above her head.

"Ha! So much for liking, I think you are expressing your desire for me pretty bluntly, dearest son of Michael."

Completely at the mercy of the hot and cold angel, Crescent could feel the surge of his holy magic – whipping her dark magic, suppressing hers. Instead of fighting him tooth and nail, Crescent, who was tired of playing with Ariel and her minions, did not bother to fight back.

With her provocation, the cerulean-eyed angel tightened his grip around her wrists. His deep and cold voice sent shivers along her spine.

"Listen and listen well, daughter of Beelzebub. I will defeat your father and when I do, I will not spare you either."

"You are barking at the wrong tree, dearest son of Michael. If you are going to kill me, then do it now. Or you won't have another chance in the future." With her sly remark, she could hear him grinding his teeth. Proving to her how right she was, he could not kill her – he was somehow bound by something that could not harm her.

After all, you are here to save me.

The confirmation behind his action earned him a cackling laugh from the heaving Crescent. Her glowing green eyes shone with utter mockery. The strength around her wrists loosened up, in one swift move, Crescent pinned the silent angel. He was looking at her and thousands of colors swirled inside his cerulean eyes. Both of her arms caged him, her wide wings gave her the leverage to even their height difference. Though the room was comparably small to her wings, she was still able to fly above him.

"I'm giving you one last chance; kill me now, son of Michael," Crescent whispered temptations towards him. She knew that fighting him would be a losing battle for now, but she was quite curious how firmly he would stand his ground.

What is binding you from attacking me, son of Michael?

The familiar glow of his holy fire made Crescent bounce away from him in a matter of a split second. One moment she was pressed against him, the next one she was standing a good few meters away from her.

"Such a petty trick," said Crescent. She hated how her body reacted on instinct against the holy fire of the blasted angel. She could still feel the tingling pain in her back from the hallway's interaction. Though she was smiling, she ground her molars.

I am this week that even the sight of a holy flame makes me run like a sick coward. Some things are really hard to change, huh?

Apollo Sky did not bother to answer her nor mock her cowardice. He looked at her flatly before turning away as he walked towards the door.

Tucking her wide wings, Crescent could not help but tease him some more. "You better kill me the next time you openly threaten me, son of Michael." She waved her hand, knowing that he could see her in his peripheral vision.

Before he was about to step out from the wretched comfort room, Apollo Sky stopped dead in his tracks. "And until then, you must do everything you got to protect your head from rolling. Only I got the privilege to kill you, daughter of Beelzebub."

He shut the door quietly. Crescent was left alone and shivering inside the room. Her wings were gone and her glowing eyes vanished. Black butterflies fluttered around her standing form as if to console her. Sighing, she used the tip of her horns to cut her palms.

Crimson hue spluttered onto the tile walls and the flooding floor. The mixture of blood and water surrounded Crescent. "Go and eat."

Upon her words, the black butterflies shrouded the blood that escaped from her palms. Tens and hundreds flocked around Crescent. The glowing green returned as she stared at her darling pets. She could still remember two years ago when her human self freaked out upon seeing her black butterflies drink the blood that trickled from her bleeding nose.

It was also the time that she realized that her black butterflies were not only used for manifestation to travel. She could summon at her own will. Because of this, she was dubbed as a witch in their foster shelter.

"Are you done with your meal? Now, I need you to spy on the angels and my fellow Halflings. Attach yourself and be my eyes and ears against my enemies," Crescent muttered. Her black butterflies could be used by her own will. But most of all they could be used for something more.

"If you succeed, I will let you eat an angel's flesh."

After all, their name according to Gukasho is Slaughter Butterfly.

She started walking to the door when the black butterflies started to vanish. Walking away from the room, no trace of blood could be seen – not even a drop.

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