The Black Saint is My StalkerCh101 - Pain for pain

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“How beautiful…” Her voice echoed with a drawn-out lull. The 25th floor was topped with an atrium, the glass beheld some strange magic or tampered material that unveiled the constellations normally obscured by light pollution. yHCd1b

The room, usually filled to the brim with security, and researchers lied in silence aside from its two unwelcome guests. The usual staff had been lured away or quieted through one means or another.

Unlike the cold, sterile containment of the Earthbound Layer hidden all the way down on floor B13, a lot more details in design were attributed to the 25th floor. Behind the thick glass window, soft backlights were installed below the glowing magical array. Similar to the Earthbound Layer, it featured a total of nine totems and strings of magic programmed to stretch between them like taut wires.

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Although Aoibhinn’s gaze was pointed skyward, she wasn’t actually counting the stars. Rather, she studied the faint traces of magic residue, left by the Edelstein Pillar that stretched from this dimension into the next one. The ambient backlight glow did wonders for her viewing pleasure.

Her reverie was distracted when a druid’s staff was shoved in front of her. Startled, Aoibhinn chuckled and ran her delicate fingers over the magical tool being held in front of her body. “Patience now, my love. Let this old crone take her time.” emdrAU

“…” A masked man stood at her side, his attire black, much like the gaudy mask that covered his face. But it didn’t hide the silver earring that hung from his right ear. A spear, sheathed in black cloth, was strapped to his back and a gun holster was at his hip. Any other weapons that he might possess on his body were obscured from sight but there was no doubt in the way that he stood, tall and confident that this man was one that beckoned danger.

She chuckled at his stoicism and gently plucked the tool from his grasps. The aged wood was soft beneath her fingers, its surface smoothed from countless uses. “Oh my dear, as impatient as ever, you are. Very well, fret not, for Aoibhinn shall be the one to unshackle you from this strange and stifling world.”

“…” If one listened closely, they’d hear a soft grunt, perhaps of agreement or perhaps disapproval. It was impossible to tell.

An ancient language uttered from Aoibhinn’s lips, druid staff raised. The man took a step back and watched as blackened roots crept from between the cracks in the walls and ground. They seeped out slowly and crept up the clear glass. A dark mass began to form at its center; golden magic pulsed from within, like a beating heart before soon its light was covered by more black, more roots.

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A sharp ding! alerted the two of the new intruders, but Aoibhinn was still mid-incantation. She did not stop, her silky voice unraveled like an alluring song. But she did cock her head a little and shoot a glance at her partner in crime. A flicker of mirth could be seen in those emerald greens. He knew exactly what it was she intended.

With a stiff nod, he stepped away, his form disappearing into shadow.

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Human enough aside from the thick wisps of miasma that clustered around him, constantly saturating the air. Valtteri, being part-witch, had a natural resistance to demonic energies, but even he had his limits.

Yet still, he maintained his gaze on the boy’s strained appearance, casual, a bit anxious, and restless. Utterly normal, like any brat Valterri would pick out from the streets. Han Li’s features were on the pretty side, and too young for Valtteri’s tastes but that was beside the point. rQY68F

The point was—

The elevator dinged. The expression that Han Li wore may have conjured dread, but Valtteri wasn’t too sure.

“Can you get up?” Han Li asked, sympathetic, kind, and even offering a hand.

“Uh…” was Valtteri’s intelligent response but nevertheless, he took the outstretched hand and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet. qKs4Tv

The elevator door opened, granting them access to the 25th floor and—

— to the sound of a beautiful lyrical voice, one that sang with a certain melodic pitch, reminiscent of something they had heard just an hour or so prior at the church.

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She stood there at the center of the viewing platform, strawberry blond hair ankle length. Creamy hands that held up an old druid staff, her emerald dress replaced by standard guardian uniform. The lighting in the room made it seem as though she were on a stage, spotlit as the star.

Voi helvetti—!” Valtteri jerked, moving much too fast for the nausea that settled in his stomach, vertigo assaulted him like a speeding truck and he was soon falling over, face forward. 6qUlNF

Luckily, the vanguard at his side was much more poised, swiftly drawing his blade and throwing the weapon at their foe.

The Crimson Witch didn’t so much as flinch. She had no reason to, not when Weian was promptly knocked off course by— something.

Whatever it was, it was too fast for the human eye to glimmer but the collision sounded metallic. Han Li pocketed the information and reached into his breast pocket. A set of talismans, buzzing with lightning and sparks. But just as he was about to unleash them, the hair on his nape stood on end.

Han Li halted, just barely managed to dodge a bright spearhead doused in an ethereal glow, a bit bluish, abnormally bright. The pungent aroma of holy energies was incompatible with him and stung his throat and lungs as he inhaled. Han Li staggered backward, trying to regain composure but the black pit in his belly was acting up again, his demonic self in reach. xKQjN2

Han Li raised a hand subconsciously over his mouth and nose but his heart had stagnated, paused. For it could not comprehend the sight he saw before his eyes.

A man, tall, noir, spear in hand. Masked, armed; polearm and gun. But the earring he wore was one that Han Li recognized. Instinctively, he reached to touch the one that hung from his own ear. The emotion etched on his face was one of abject horror. Betrayal.

A bolt darted from behind him, the Northerner’s voice snapping him out of his shock, “Han Li!”

Energy discharged from the modified bolt, exploding when it collided with the heavenly weapon. K7GXC

“What’s gotten…into you?” The scout grit his teeth as he staggered forward, still battling with vertigo that plagued him. A comforting hand fell upon Han Li’s shoulder but that half-demon remained frozen in place, unable to process the situation.

“It’s…” his voice trembled, which only caused him to scoff, frustrated at the weakness that he so unfortunately bore, “It’s nothing.”

“You…seem kind of out of it.”

“Don’t want to talk about it. Not now.” rGq1jm

Weian returned to his hand and Han Li forced himself to snap out of his daze. It’s not the time, it’s not the time, he chanted madly in his head.

But his demonic powers simmered right beneath the surface, red-hot wrath ready to fuel his aggression. Unlike earlier, Han Li held back. He held back because he knew that his sanity would not survive another transformation.

Just fucking make him pay. Make them pay. Blood for blood. Pain for pain.

No, not now. Not yet. Han Li bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his hand circled around Weian, tight. vas38M

Incantation stopped. Even the way that Aoibhinn chuckled was song-like. “So you must be Han Li.”

“You know my name.” His voice, cold, was deprived of his usual personality. He felt kind of constipated, a consequence of holding his breath. This time, it was no illusion, the Aoibhinn before him was real, as was the masked man who stood protectively in front of her.

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Her head cocked, smile playful. “I’m certain you know of mine as well.”

“Aoibhinn.” adLmMP

“Marvelous! Wonderful!” She clapped, her smile widening by the second.

In contrast, Valtteri’s frown worsened by the second. “She…knows you? Do you…know her?”

“…Only by association,” Han Li admitted, sinking down into a battle stance, sword ready. “It’s not that important,” he bit out, spat. Han Li, cold, was trying to pretend that his world wasn’t falling into pieces and that the miasma around him wasn’t entirely his fault.

Because it was. Four people stood as though frozen, even a pin drop could be heard. lJXWRd

It happened at once.

Weian flew forth from Han Li’s palm, lightning sizzles from drawn talismans. Druid staff raised, calling to blackened roots that tore through the ground. Crossbow bolts, modified with explosives, sounded. The deadly swing of a divine spear thrust right at Han Li’s chest, aimed at his heart.

“Weak,” he hissed, unable to quell his demonic rage.

His enemies he wished to see buried deep either in the earth or within his belly and Han Li couldn’t tell if that was his demonic calling, or simply his own unbridled anger. MRQ7bV

The masked man imparted no words and communicated with but the brunt of his spear.


Author: …………………………u-um *runs away to avoid pitchforks*

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        • Grams and Andraste intensely fighting as the Demon Prince mocks Grams for being unable to revive Aoibhinn where she was able to revive and sway Aiobhinn to the demon side. Fighting intensifies, Grams gaining the upper hand decapitates Andraste in a flood of dark miasma. He then hunts down Aiobhinn in middle of the battle with Han Li, confronts Aiobhinn with a remark on how she’s beautiful but has changed for the worst as he carves our the corrupted portion of soul…. Or something like that

  1. This… this better not be him or this better have some reaaaaaaally good explanation for it actually being him. I hope Han Li can kick his opponent’s arss or at least try not to get beaten to miserably.

    Ahhhhh… vicious cliffhanger.

    Thank you for the chapter!!!

  2. Grams!!! What are you doing, you stupid potato!!!! ಠ益ಠ

    Thank you for the chapter!!! ❤️❤️

  3. I’m guessing she’s controlling him somehow, yet that doesn’t counteract the betrayal I feel right now. I’m so mad, omg.

  4. Author-chan, wait for me- No! Don’t run! We need to talk!

    smiles sweetly

    Han Ali’s gonna woop his ass right?!

    plays with knife while smiling

  5. Creo que aun no sabemos cómo lograron que el Santo se pusiera al lado de ella…yo le doy el beneficio de la duda