A/N: I made this chapter using Grammarly. How is it?
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Soon, we were in front of the abandoned church.
It was growing dark outside as the time the street lights usually came on neared.
The two of us—Asia and I—were watching the church in front of us.
There had been no sign of anyone entering or leaving.
We, without any hurry, casually open the entrance door.
Inside were an altar and several rows of long pews.
It looked like any other church.
The candles and electric lights along the walls let off a dim, yellow illumination.
But there was something off about the place.
It was the crucifix behind the altar.
Someone had snapped its head clean off.
Everything that should be sacred here is either broken or torn apart.
I am fairly certain this is not a welcoming place for her to be.
How did I know that?
Well, three fallen angels and dozens of masked people who looked like they were from an evil cult were there looking at us.
Also, our escape route from where we came is blocked by more cultists.
These cultists look like they are working for the fallen angels.
The tall fallen angel girl made a light spear in her hand, clearly planning to throw it at me.
She looked at both of us in contempt.
I mean, I get myself, I was uninvited, but why Asia?
Though that also gives away that whatever the reason it was, it's not pleasant at all.
The fallen angel girl was a tall and buxom woman with brown eyes and long, navy blue hair that obscured her right eye.
Her attire consisted of a maroon, trenchcoat-like top with a wide collar, a matching miniskirt, and black heeled shoes.
The trenchcoat top was open at her chest, giving a view of her breasts and cleavage.
Then there was a girl with blonde hair, which was styled into twin-tails, and blue eyes.
She wore a Gothic Lolita attire, which consisted of a black dress with white frills, a large black bow on the front, a green jewel embedded on the collar, and black shoes.
She also wore a large black bow on top of her hair.
She is the first girl I ever saw in real life who dressed in Gothic Lolita attire.
The final fallen angel was just a middle-aged-looking man in a suit, nothing more.
The Gothic girl turned to the tall fallen girl as she said in a tone that she was not in the mood to kill.
"Say, Kalawarna, do we need to kill even normal humans now? I am bored, and this is still the devil's territory. If we keep going here and there, killing normal people, they may send a force for us. How about we just take his memory and let him go?"
The tall fallen look at me, still in disgust.
"Mittelt, do you think any devil would care about this filth? They will be thankful for us to clean up this filth as well."
The male fallen angel then said.
"You two, stop bickering. We don't know what happened to Raynare. It's better not to bicker with each other; soon the ritual will be ready, so focus on that. I don't care what you do with this human, just don't forget about our mission."
Well, they sure are villains for casually talking about their plans like that.
I just sighed.
I look at Asia, and she looks like she has no idea what's happening.
"Look, Asia, you don't need to think about anything about these guys. Can you do me a favor?"
The cultists and fallen suddenly looked at me, but I ignored them and only looked at Asia.
"Zevion-san... Of course, if there is anything I can do, please tell me!"
She said with determination.
"First, just call me Zevion, nothing more. Also here can you wear this MP3 player and listen to this song? It's really good also while listening, no matter what, don't open your eyes, ok?"
I take out my MP3 player and give it to her.
The other looked at me like I was either crazy or I was an idiot.
I again ignored them and only looked at Asia.
She looked hesitant at first.
Looks like she isn't completely ignorant at all.
But she decided to trust me and take the MP3 player and start listening to random music while closing her eyes.
I made sure the music was on full volume for her.
Then I looked at the others around us.
"Well, well, looks like my weekends are turning into something crazy every time nowadays."
"Did you know fallen angels and cultist people? When trying to kill someone, you had better be prepared for being killed yourself."
I just stood there, hands in my pockets.
Then my shadow twitched.
It slithered forward across the floor, stretching far past the light's edge, flooding every corner until the walls, ceiling, and floor were drenched in darkness.
The torches hissed out one by one as if smothered by something alive.
My shadow thickened as it became like a liquid tar.
And then… two colossal blue eyes opened in it.
One of the Fallen Angels, the tall female one who was named Kalawarna, snarled, wings flaring.
A spear of pure light in her hands, without wasting any time to find out what I did.
She hurled it at me.
Before it could even reach my chest, something rose from the tar — a thin, skeletal hand, blacker than the void itself.
It plucked the spear from the air like a twig, snapped it in half with a slow, deliberate crunch, and dragged the broken pieces back into the shadow, where they dissolved without a sound.
Then… the hand was gone back into my shadow.
The room was silent except for the shallow breathing of the cultists.
The Fallen Angels looked again into the black pool… but the massive blue eyes had vanished.
Now it was nothing but an endless, seething darkness.
That's when it happened.
And then… it began to rise.
From the depthless shadow-water, a shape emerged without splash or resistance.
First, the golden crown-like spikes glinted faintly.
Then the long, serpentine neck — plated in muted silver and gold — and six black-hole deep black, ribbon-like wings flowing in slow, hypnotic motion.
Shiny Giratina, Origin Form, rose higher and higher, as if the lake had been its home all along.
Its path of ascent placed it directly beneath one of the Fallen Angels, the male one that I don't know the name of.
The angel had just enough time for a sharp inhale before Giratina's golden maw surged upward, jaws yawning impossibly wide.
With a single, smooth motion, it clamped down, swallowing the angel whole in a crunch that echoed through the chamber.
Not a drop of blood hit the surface — the lake simply absorbed him.
The rest of Giratina's vast body continued to rise, its head tilting toward the survivors, eyes glowing with cold, alien hunger as the shadow-lake rippled outward to fill the room.
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