When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Truth

"Hahahahahaha!"

He laughed loudly, very loudly. Moreover, the original sound mixed with Fate as if two people were heard simultaneously made it even more terrifying.

Then he raised one of his eyebrows. "So, until when will you keep quiet with this position?" An insinuating smile adorned her lips then. "It's rude of a man to be on top of a girl like this."

Girl ...?! Holy hooch! I slammed my body backwards. Aaaa, get too carried away until you forget yourself! After all, that body was Fate! But I still put an eye on whoever possessed her body.

He looked calm, re-rising to sit down even the two swords of Sabel and Zweihande were already into silver-colored crystal forms in a grasp.

"Whether you are stupid or too plain-oh, maybe both," he said a little stammered as he continued to chuckle, "remember the angel in this body? You think Metatron will let this body be possessed by evil?"

It's dyed my mind. Ah, I .. totally forgot.

"And you use this body excessively." His voice changed, becoming a vowel full of authority and animating; the aura of wings and white feathers flying was visible ... Metatrons. Blue eyes like the sky gurgling now glanced to his right side, I looked----

A middle-aged spirit figure, perhaps forty or nearly fifty years of age was sitting casually. A burly body with a really good appearance made him look much younger. The brown eyes that were aligned with the hair color stared in the shade towards the girl who was now lying by his side, asleep. Ah, looks like Metatron's back to Fate's subconscious.

Although his hands were transparent, he still tried to stroke the girl's head; trying to tidy up the bangs and each piece of silver hair. Slowly; gently; carefully, implied full of signs of affection and the meaning of love in it, reminded me of Professor Kaidan's treatment of me.

"... A Father."

Those words made him look at me. "Oh? You finally realized huh." His lips pulled upwards, letting out a smile. "Arthur Sirius Lancelot, Fate's uncle and adoptive father. Hello, boy."

I was surprised to hear that, he ... Fate's father?! Gosh, I've been sassy to fight and say a little rough. Red, you're outrageous! Too carried away by the feeling to forget the land! I hurried to sit down to face him, slightly bowing like a greeting of respect.

"I'm sorry I did as I pleased. I really didn't expect your arrival and attacked at will. Again, please forgive me."

Silent. He laughed again, this time louder than before. Aaaaa, what's wrong with saying? Suddenly feeling nervous.

"Haha! Jesus, stiff! Too stiff! I think Sen is polite for a teenager his age, it turns out there is something worse! Are you a person from a long time ago? Or maybe stay in the cave too long?" ask him in a stuck-up loop.

"Eeem, actually I locked myself up and lived in the forest ... not the cave."

It seems my words are making things worse. He laughed endlessly to the point of patting his forehead, even brown eyes to glassy. Awkward, I feel awkward! Red, think of something!

"Aaaa, then why did you come here?"

Slowly, his laughter subsided and he took a deep breath. "Call me Arthur."

"Allah ... Mr. Arthur."

Arthur took a breath. "I just feel funny. You said you'd protect, but you couldn't do anything."

A pair of brown eyes stare intently to make my body stiffen. "Strength, you have it. But you didn't use it. Regret, but you're drowning in guilt."

Suddenly he snorted. "Run, and just run. How can you protect? How will you atone for the sins you have committed? ... Atone for sins? All you've done all this time is run. You hurt yourself, but you don't see around you. You don't realize, by hurting yourself you're also hurting the people you care about."

I ... remembered Fate's words. They will be worried when their loved ones are hurt. Panicked; agitated, trying as hard as possible to hold on and stay on the side, just like Professor Kaidan was concerned about me. And, Fate .. who always wanted to be near me.

I thought I just didn't deserve any of that.

Unworthy of it, I am sinful and must reward myself. Moreover unable to forgive myself, unable to accept what I did and ended up giving myself up for someone else; giving up life; giving up soul. It doesn't matter if I get hurt, it's okay, as long as they're okay. But it hurts more and more the people I want to protect.

I. .. don't know what else to do.

Silent, under the blue mega as a canopy of nature was the whirring wind carrying our mute voice. Leaving quiet the strengthening nature. I slightly looked down with a faint look. Perhaps, my fear was indeed too strong to make others unable to bear it. How long will I trouble you? Maybe if I didn't exist at all from the start, it's better.

"Can Fate ... really kill me?" ask me in a low, limp voice.

I stared at him with perfectly round eyes. That face is so serious. To my astonishment I parrot, "... Any more?"

"Not only do you have a heavy past. What do you think is too mature for a teenager his age? Experience and knowledge. Both of them are their own strengths that are different from fighting abilities. You better start learning and looking for a lot of experience, as well as knowledge. If you don't want to end up being controlled .. by that bastard," Arthur said, there's a grudge and hate.

I was silent hearing it. A few words tickle curiosity, controlled and an unclean creature? What the hell is going on? Moreover, he looked very angry now. If I think again, when holding the sword earlier, I. No whispers or excessive desire, even in the head just .. want to find out how Fate returned to normal.

Holding the sword instantly made my mind blank. But now ... Can I really reuse it?

Ah, again too deep in my own thoughts, I shook my head a little. Red, you're not alone now, Arthur's still here. When I looked up, I could see that he was smiling as if he understood the conclusion of what I had just gotten.

"From the look on your face, it looks like you've decided" said the old man casually.

Slowly he stretched his left hand to the side. "Are you still going to choose to be a supporter?" Now he stretched out his right hand. "Or are you going to get back to holding the sword? The sword you've been afraid of."

I paused for a moment, closed my eyes for a moment and blurted out, "Maybe I-no, I'm really going to start holding the sword again."

The man in front then carved a proud smile. "Whichever path you choose won't be easy. If you still choose to be a supporter is okay, but, you must be ready if one day an incident like a few days ago happened, you're just gonna regret not being able to protect anything."

The left hand slowly closed and descended to the side, after which he did the same with his right hand. "And now you choose the sword. Your path will not be easy either. The past will come back to haunt you. But, a strong determination will then result in a way out. Always remember what you used your power for, what you became strong for. If you're aware, Fate didn't scratch at all but you did bring me down."

He smiled until both of his brown eyes closed. "But if you want to reconcile, I'm willing. Haah, what a pity ..if only with a real body, I can give you a satisfying fight. Fate's body was more suited to speed and his strength was too small for a sword."

The sentence successfully produced a fine cold vines; tickled the back; made goosebumps. I said quickly, "No, thank you."

He laughed lightly and got up from his seat. A body so transparent as glass stepped closer. End up on my knees, face to face with me. "I trust Fate to you."

"Well?!" Suddenly I was astonished, not even blinking to the point that my heart rang. I ... really feel blushed. "W-how?"

"You ... stupid." He brings a smile. Although now Arthur is only a spirit, but I can feel the soft elusan of his hand on my head. "I'm handing over the daughter I love so much to you."

Is this what is often called ... getting parental blessing?

Suddenly he put his finger. "Ah, even if I don't use my full abilities, you still manage to defeat me. Because it is in accordance with what my teacher used to do, I give you the name Sirius. Red Sirius's. Not a bad name, is it?"

My eyes sparkled, open in tandem with a sense of wonder blossoming in my heart. Me, have a name? After all this time? Really?! T-this isn't a dream? Then I looked up, looking at the shady face that was still smiling widely as if to convince it.

"Learn the science of swordsmanship well, Red. In my home world and Fate, Sirius is the name passed down to the strongest knight. Maybe you can't get that name right now. But ... be strong, and protect the things that are valuable to you."

Arthur looked towards Fate who was still asleep with a wistful and warm gaze on his eyes. "As you can see, I can no longer be with him. And you want to protect her, don't you? Then strengthen your resolve .. because, it takes all your strength to be able to protect Fate."

Uh!

I haven't asked for an explanation of what he meant, Arthur has disappeared from the front.

The grass cracks sounded, luring me to look back at the origin of the sound. Oh, Fate's been sober-not, it's Metatron. The aura of the wings and blue eyes stared intently in a gleam of dancing around like a comet circling. The beauty was so astonishing, it was clearly not an ordinary creature figure.

"Lord Metatron is still here ...," I said slowly, trying as polite as I could.

The intended one fell silent, trying to get up from sleep despite a slight stagger. "If you ask me why I didn't show up at the same time, it would be a heavy burden for Fate's body. And I need to sort her memory out a little so she won't be surprised when she wakes up. Moreover, I can't hold Arthur's spirit for long, he's already used a lot of strength when fighting with you."

So ... Arthur could be back here because of Metatron's power. For some reason, it gave birth to a wishful thinking in my head. Can anything other than Arthur bring other spirits?

Slowly, the Metatron using Fate's body walked further and further away. I remember the girl would feel so exhausted after this incident, maybe she would take him to rest. But before that, I want to ask.

I hurried to try to get to him. "Ah, Lord Metatron! Did you hear our conversation? About controlled and fuck----" creatures"

"Lucifer," said Metatron coldly as he pointed his index finger right at me, frozen and claustrophobic in the beating heart like the drums of war, "from your story it is clear, the devil is controlling you ... makes you lose your mind and brutally. Remember, ignorance is a sin. You must know the truth even though it's bitter."