Your wish

“I’m surprised she didn’t kill him,” Melaine shook her head.

Cyrus, unlike Necroline, crawled away on his own. Although it is necessary to say for fairness that he was seriously injured and the wound inflicted by lightning remained with him for the rest of his life.

– What is this jutsu? Tatsumi asked as he approached Caroline.

He knew Melania and Caroline well. Necroline then specially introduced them.

“I don’t know,” Takasaki admitted honestly.

“Me too.” Caroline shook her head.

– And I, – Melaine looked down.

“It’s a Jutsu Blade,” the elf replied. “Almost no one knows him. This further proves my theory.

– Do you think that Necroline is the devil’s runaway daughter and the Devil’s bride?! Caroline raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I hope it’s not true,” Takasaki sighed.

***

It was midnight. The pale bloody face of the moon looked out the window. Rain lightly knocks on the glass, calming shattered nerves.

Necroline lay on her back in bed, staring up at the white ceiling. She was still in the hospital. This is the sixth day since that fight with Cyrus. There was an emptiness in my soul. Black and cruel. Two days ago, the girl secretly got out of the hospital through the window and, making her way to the laboratory, where Cyrus “rested” in a test tube. It is in test tubes that demons are cured. At parting, kissing the glass of the test tube where Cyrus’s lips were, Necroline hit the Jutsu-Blade, permanently killing the demon. She then returned to the hospital.

There was not a single thought in my head. The day after the battle in the arena, Necroline began training in secret.

They came to visit her every day. Tatsumi provided the girl with the best doctors. Melaine and Caroline sobbed side by side each time. They were worried, because Necroline was constantly silent due to a wound on her neck. Takasaki and Zander constantly brought fruits and flowers, wishing him a speedy recovery.

“I am not really me. That is, it is, of course, “I”, but not the “I” that should actually be. “I” is a completely different me, not the one I show. So “I” is not really me, and maybe not me at all, Necroline thought.

The cold wind outside the window tore off the autumn leaves. It was the same weather when Necroline first landed on Earth.

The girl shuddered, remembering the fear she had experienced.

She was the daughter of the Devil. This devil was a friend of the Devil himself. It was the two of them who planned the wedding of Necroline and Murakamura. Necroline was a very spoiled girl. She was trained in palace etiquette, but, alas, did not observe it at all. The girl was constantly rude, rude, capricious to others and behaved in the most unworthy way.

The girl knew about the wedding with Murakamura and treated it as if it were supposed to be so. She already felt like the High Queen in Hell. Murakamura at that time played with cars, and Necroline with dolls, in other words, they did not intersect. But one day everything changed.

Her own older sister Sakura turned out to be very envious. Once returning from a party, Necroline saw several corpses. She, of course, had already seen enough of them in Hell, but they were devils and witches she knew who served. Arriving at the house, the girl saw that her entire large family had been killed. Rivers of scarlet blood, people and non-humans with eyes wide open in horror…

Necroline screamed and ran outside, where she ran into Sakura. The native older sister was armed, but the worst thing was that blood flowed down the katana blade. Then Necroline realized who was to blame for the death of her family.

She was scared and she backed away, asking not to be killed… Sakura then threw out with contempt:

– I’ll meet you whenever you want. Then you will take revenge on me. I will find you myself. Until then, get lost.

The next moment everything changed. Necroline became a child of three and a half years with some kind parents. Six months later, Meline returned, who presented the amulet in the form of an ajar book. This is how Necroline was able to retain a small portion of her power.

Now Necroline felt that Sakura was somewhere nearby. Soon there will be a last fight, and she is still afraid of death. But on the other hand, the last thing Necroline would want is to endanger the lives of Meline, Caroline, Takasaki, Tatsumi, and Zander.

“I don’t want to die,” Necroline whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

Outside the window flashed blinding lightning. She illuminated the girl lying under the white sheet. Necroline stood up abruptly and, after a pause, pulled on her dress. Now the girl has more bandages – around her neck and on her left arm from the wrist to the elbow. Putting on her shoes, the girl ran out into the street, almost colliding with some man.

– Sorry!

“It’s okay,” the man smiled.

The girl looked at him in surprise. From the look, she immediately realized that the man was from the Shinigami clan, which translates as “Gods of Death.” It’s better not to have anything to do with the “Gods of Death”.

– Are you in a hurry somewhere? the man asked sympathetically, glaring at her.

– Sorry again.

Necroline rushed to Tatsumi’s palace. She knew what to do.

The man looked at her thoughtfully, then smiled and, shaking his head, said to no one in particular:

– They also say that the Devil’s bride does not exist.

***

Everyone was sitting in the living room. Tatsumi, Takasaki, Zander and Meline were playing push-up cards. Whoever loses, he does twenty push-ups. To Melania’s credit, she has never lost. Mostly lost Tatsumi and Zander. Tatsumi honestly performed his gambling duty, despite the fact that he is the Emperor. Caroline sat apart from everyone and looked out the window.

– It’s all because of me, – the girl quietly cried. “She entered this fight because of me. If I didn’t lose…