OMG 2'S

4. HE'S BACK

Devine was aghast as the flames on both wings again lit up without cause. Usually the flame will only burn when he flaps his wings, or when he is in danger. However, in the last few months the tongue of fire was always burning as he pleased, even when he was asleep.

The handsome Seraph who had a cold and deadly gaze immediately rose from his seat and walked towards the cliff ruins of Struem Alarum—Wing— Pile which was one of the portals towards the earth before the cliff collapsed.

The cliff was once where the Seraph Tenebris troops threw away the wings of Meridiem Seraph soldiers who they managed to tripe during the battle.

Upon arrival at the cliff of Struem Alarum, Devine immediately sat on the edge of the cliff ruins, letting his feet hang in void space. From there, he could see another globe-shaped world in bright blue.

Slowly the memories of that world re-entered his memory. As he decides to catch up with Jullian and Arval who get lost there, he kills Jullian on a cliff and snatches Jullian's baby daughter. “Entai are you still alive Milia. How you are,” softly, when the memory of Milia reappears in his head. “Aaaah!” Devine whimpered, suddenly she felt a tremendous heat on the pendant hanging around her neck. At the same time the flame on the edge of his wings suddenly flared up, licking almost all the blackish wings on his body. “What happened?”

Devine touched the pendant that still felt warm. The pendant was perfectly round in shape, but she remembered that on her last day with Milia, the little girl pulled the pendant from her neck and unexpectedly broke it.

***

Dylan roared and threw a furious look at Sylva who was standing before him. His hands felt extremely hot, like he had just touched a burning fire.

“What just now, Syl? What are you doing to my hand, huh?” scream Dylan.

“No, no. I did absolutely nothing—“

“Lying! This is why Emmi used to call you a witch. Is it because of this?!”

Sylva panic. He did not expect that Dylan would guess that far. As fast as lightning Sylva turned around and ran down the stairs. However, Dylan did not give up, the man ran after Sylva, he needed an explanation of what had just happened.

While climbing the stairs leading downstairs, Sylva's feet slipped. The girl screamed, then closed her eyes in resignation. There was no way to survive the crash, the steps leading to the roof had no handles or barriers on the edges. So there was no place for Sylva to hold onto to avoid her body sliding free from heights.

“Sylva, no!” Dylan cried out in panic, speeding up his footsteps to help Sylva. However, too late, her lover's body had disappeared swallowed up by the darkness of the night.

Dylan stopped his steps, seeing Sylva's body fall down the stairs made him panic. Instead of running to find out Sylva's state, the man ran towards her room instead. He didn't want anyone else to see him there. His relationship with Sylva has not been good in recent months. If he remained on the scene, people would definitely suspect him. People will accuse him of pushing Sylva.

“Who are you?” there was a man's voice in Sylva's ear.

Sylva opened her eyes and found that her body was in the arms of a man. However, he was unable to see the man's face clearly, as the man's form was transparent. Almost like a shadow. “You ... are you a death angel?” sylva asked innocently.

“Not!” replied the man, then dropped Sylva's body to the ground.

“Aaah, very rude,” hiss Sylva, stroking her buttocks that hurt from being taken off the sling of the strange man.

“Where is this?” ask the man again.

“In hell!” answer Sylva, origin. He stood up and looked at the figure standing before him.

Sylva scanned the man's body carefully. The large wings were black, the flame tongues were bluish-red on each side of its huge wings, the long hair was jet-black, the muscular body clad in sleeveless black robes, and the handsome face.

Sylva held tightness in her chest. Slowly familiar flashes inside his head began to appear. The forest berry fruit, the sour-faced man and the flapping of wings were accompanied by warmth. Sylva cried as all those memories appeared. The face of the man before him could not be seen clearly, but he knew who the man was. “I know who you are. I remember you!” ogre.

Wuuush ....

The man disappeared, leaving behind dust flying around Sylva as well as pain attacking his heart.

“Back! Comeback!” Sylva yelling. Swung his hand in the air, hoping to touch the figure that had just disappeared from his sight.

“Sylva, what are you doing?”

"He's back, he's back. Yeah, God, I can't believe he's back."