The Black Saint is My StalkerCh102 - Was this bastard making fun of him!? 

Edited by dreamandwonder

Gold. M0O6Gk

Though Han Li could hardly glimmer the eyes hidden behind the mask, he saw, for an instant, the glow of gold, lustrous and glittering, like two hidden jewels. His rage ignited into something uncontrollable.

Spear thrust angled right at his neck. Han Li leaned away. It grazed his jaw instead. Weian clashed with the back of the spear— it was as though his foe understood his thoughts and could predict his each and every move.

Chrysanthemum Garden.

Aggravating.

Infuriating. DK30Uf

Unacceptable. 

He roared and Weian came down with a wide cleave. Again, he was met with that spear. But Han Li was stronger, his lips pulled up into a sneer. Though his masked foe struggled, it was but for a moment. The gun was drawn in one swift motion and bullets shot.

One, two shots cracked through the air, and Han Li had miraculously escaped serious harm, receiving but a graze on his arm when he let go and disengaged.

Absently, he realized they were normal bullets.

Normal bullets. Was this bastard making fun of him!? 

Behind him, Valtteri did not fare so well. His opponent, the Crimson Witch was his better in every aspect. Plagued with persisting nausea, he could hardly match her on a physical level and her command of magic rivaled that of modern sorcerers. Black roots lashed out like a cluster of whips aiming for his weakened limbs.

Valtteri cursed beneath his breath and gathered his wits, shooting an explosive bolt at the closest one before stumbling out of reach of the others. As the roots stretched, they thinned as well, unable to reach him after he had backed into the farthest wall.

Crossbow raised, his blistered fingers strained to load his weapon. In moments like these, Valtteri truly regretted forgoing a gun in favor of more quiver space and varied arrows. XmWQkd

The Crimson Witch tilted her head, eyes mirthful. With a step forward, the roots were able to extend another foot. Another step and the ends fashioned into needled points, ready to skewer Valtteri like fresh kabob.

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But he did not have to. TKpURo

A startled yelp left Aoibhinn’s lips. A solid arm wound around her waist and pulled her close. “My love?”

The masked man gave her no words. He only wound his arm and with one certain throw, his spear shattered glass. Not the glass that protected the Heavenly Layer, no, but the window that led outside. Chilled wind seeped inside. The shadow-clad man wordlessly took the witch in his arms and made a break for the window.

Han Li, teeth grit, gave chase. “Oh no, you don’t—“

The black-clad man hesitated none, shoving his melee weapon into Aoibhinn’s hand, he drew his pistol and shot three rounds. Han Li tripped and fell before he could reach them. mYPner

Their foes disappeared with the night wind. The little hedge witch scout cursed under his breath, rushing to his fallen teammate first and foremost.

Blood fast-pooled on the ground. Of the three bullets only a single hit, and it was embedded in Han Li’s thigh. The half-demon was clutching around the wound, rather than applying pressure.

Chrysanthemum Garden.

“We have to stop the bleeding—“ Valtteri began, kneeling to press down on the flowing blood. He did not expect Han Li to snap at him.

“No!” The hiss was sharp, startling the scout. “I’m fine. I’ll heal in no time. Go and see where they went.” VDL3f5

“But—“

“Just take a look, dammit!” 

The blast of miasma hit him right in the face, leaving Valtteri breathless. “Right, right,” he uttered in the midst of disorientation, staggering backward and stumbling toward the shattered window.

Han Li sighed, with a false sense of relief. His leg was burning something awful but the pain didn’t hold candle to the torment he felt in his heart. That asshole really shot me. jfN4 l

But he needed to quell his anger, to focus and clasp onto his sanity while he still had the chance. Jaw locked, Han Li bit a hole through his bottom lip, his nail digging new holes into his leg. The skin around the abrasion began to wiggle and squirm. Wet sounds were heard and slowly, the metallic shine of the bullet could be seen inside his wound.

The bullet was pushed out, falling to the ground with a soft cling. A second later and his flesh was already mending. Han Li supposed that there had to be some perks to being of demon blood. With a sigh, he stood.

His head blared with ache, his sanity teetering, demonic side threatening to break loose and maybe it really hadn’t been a good idea to use his powers so freely.

Whatever. go9IrL

He sneered at his own thoughts and crossed ceramic tiles, feet crunching shattered glass. “Where did they go?” His voice, sharp, matched his mood, dangerously on the edge.

Lyrchester’s skyline was unremarkable. Dots of people milled below, bright lights flashing red and blue. Little blips of battle still raged but at this height, they were but ants. Han Li didn’t give a flying fuck.

“Uh…” Valtteri shot a glance at the being beside him, taking in his current human appearance. But there was something in his gut, a primal instinct perhaps that feared angering this boy, who looked barely past his teens. “Sorry…I don’t know…”

Han Li’s face transformed, ugly first before he shut his eyes and massaged his temple. Air sucked in through his nose and slowly, he exhaled. The anger eased, not entirely but a little. But Valtteri still chilled when dark eyes fell upon him. “…You okay, Val?” BfKk5R

“Yeah,” Valtteri, breathless, staggered backward. “Yeah, I’m fine…just fine.” Contrary to his words, his complexion paled alarmingly.

“You don’t look fine,” Han Li pointed out, brows furrowed for concern. Or was that anger? When the half-demon took a step forward, Valtteri took a step back. Han Li halted. “You should probably—“

His sentence couldn’t finish, the elevator dinged. Footsteps stormed out; weapons brandished as hunters advanced on them, only to pause.

“Oh,” Leonie lowered her lance, her visage comically bright. “Are you two alright? Valtteri? You’re pale.” Her motherly character surfaced full force, concerned fretting as she rushed forward to examine their states. JR0KXb

Han Li ignored her, his eyes staring down the shotgun barrel attached to Oscar’s bladed staff.

“Step away, kid,” his command was sharp, loud enough to boom across the viewing room. Everyone stilled, fully aware of the tension that brewed.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

“…” Han Li felt his brow twitch, anger roused. Miasma density only rose. It wasn’t looking good. “Hey to you too, I guess.”

Trevor stood at Oscar’s side clanging his silver knuckles together as though eager for battle. “As if we’re going to let you get away with this one, you little bloody bastard.” X0Jipe

“W-wait!” Valtteri stuttered, groaning as the world swerved around him. “What are you doing Boss? Han Li helped us— he helped me isolate the bomb on B13—“

“I don’t care what the fuck he done, kid’s radiating enough miasma to cause normal people to go into shock. Doesn’t look like you’re faring well with that, aye Val?”

“Oscar Bancroft,” Leonie half begged, half commanded. The small downturn of her lips and drooping eyes were akin to a begging mutt. Oscar despised looking at her. “Please, now is not the time. Han Li hasn’t done anything untoward, so can you put down your weapon? We can talk this out.”

“I don’t talk it out with demonkind,” Trevor spat, “Look at that blasted fucker. Wrath demon yeah? I can tell from those blood-shot eyes of yours, just itching to tear into something like the mangy beast that you are.” tTlySQ

Han Li’s patience cracked, his shoulders tensed with sizzling rage. He didn’t have time for these low-brow fucktards and here they were, taking up his precious time. Useless shits. “Haha…” laughter boiled from his gut, Trevor was, for once, right about many things. “Not really sure if you’re talking about me or yourself.”

“H-Han Li!” Leonie whined, frustrated that he too had thus chosen to rouse more tension.

Trevor was inconsolable. “What did you say, little cunt!?”

Valtteri didn’t even bother trying, not with the brute of an exorcist. But Oscar was his coworker, partner for two years now. He frowned and summoned an uncharacteristically commanding tone, “Oscar. Put your weapon down.” WRaV9w

Oscar, still disconcerted, hesitated. The bladed staff lowered, “I’m not letting it settle here.”

“Oh but I am!” Trevor roared, unable to stand how he was being stared at and challenged. Fist raised, he launched himself with abandon.

Miasma spiked, Valtteri felt faint. The world around him swayed.

Han Li’s sanity thinned dangerously. nZRldt

“Val!”

Leonie was frantic. “Trevor Lambert, stop!”

Author: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH please I promise, things might not be as straightforward as you believe…!! Everything will be explained soon eheheheehehehehehehehehehheheheheehhe *coughs and chokes on her own spit*