For I Am A Side Character - 68: The Near End of Book 1 - Part 2
As Soril was being chased by Jason in the middle of the day, one could expect that causing such a ruckus from the civilians walking in the streets could easily alert authorities that would attempt to stop them.
But from the speed of where Soril was moving, it was safe to assume that he has time before the authorities could locate where they were heading.
But as they continued making their way to the Iron bridge, Soril noticed that as they were getting closer, from just up ahead, he saw countless police cars parked just about the Iron bridge.
With yellow tape wrapped around to stop anyone from passing through, one could assume that an accident occurred in that very place.
“…What the.” as he stopped on a nearby rooftop, Jason was able to catch up to him, but before Jason could attack, Soril deactivated the demon’s scent on his hand and Jason soon lost interest.
As Jason landed on the same roof as he was, his lost of motivation simply puts him back in a lifeless state.
“…” There, Jason simply stood around with a mindless notion.
‘…What’s going on?’ asked Soril himself as he got a closer look at the sight of the crime scene.
But as he did, he saw that one body was being carried in a stretcher into an ambulance.
And from it surroundings, a fight’s was left all over. Blade marks from the streets and the railings could be scene, debris about to collapse on one another and a scent of blood scattered on one spot.
“…Hmm, did something happen there while I wasn’t here yet?” he asked himself this question yet again, but as he did, from his back, he could hear the soft mellow flaps of a bird’s wing landing down on the same roof as he was.
As he slowly turned around, he saw that an angel who he wa unfamiliar with showed herself to him.
“Oh my, its sad to see that I couldn’t even see a glimpse of your face for the first time. What a shame.” said the woman who had her wings out and about.
With her black ink hair similar to her black-inked feathered wings, paired with her pale face and her prominent black dress that showed her hour-glass like body. She was like a model that signified the dark night.
Yet with her beauty in display in front of Soril, Soril could feel some sort of intent from this Angel. Aside from a murderous intent, something else lingered in her gaze.
“…Who are you?” he asked he pointed his sword at her.
“Oh my, can’t you at least connect the dots? I’m quite surprised that God’s chosen tool would be this dull.” said the Angel.
“…I only know three angels…Atlanta, Gypsy…and whoever the Angel was who gave Jason his power.” said Soril as he turned to Jason who remained blackly standing.
“Ding ding ding! You’re correct, I am that angel.” she said as she showed such a proud smile.
“…”
“Hmm? I thought you would be more surprised? I mean I’m one of the characters in the story…shouldn’t that mean something for you?” she asked with a furrowed brow.
“…I don’t give a fuck about that. What you say has no meaning to me since you can’t prove shit.” said Soril as he did not believe the angel.
For all he knows, she’s a variable in this story just like Gypsy was… without a tinge of proof to back her role in this story, there’s nothing to consider.
“Hmm, that’s fair.” she said.
“Answer my question. What is a fallen angel doing here? In this place particularly?” he asked as he took a step closer to her.
“Fallen? Hmm, if you think the color of our wings signified our position in the heavens…well you’re right. Hahaha.” as the angel laughed, Soril started fell more and more furious and the angel could see it well.
“…”
“haha…well, I’m just here to tell you that just like what Gypsy has said, changes have been made. In the incident down there is just one of those things…” she said as she pointed down to where the gathered police cars were found.
“And look at Jason, he’s not acting out anymore. Do you know what that means?” she asked Soril.
“!?…that means the demon has been killed.” he said.
“Bingo! You’re right, so as a prize, I’ll give you a hint of where the actual problem lies.” she said as she had this devious smile on.
“…”
“The Red Door…they have Miles Miller.”
“…The Red Door…The Red Door!!?”
“Hmph! Are you that surprised to find that something out of the story’s plot got involved? Don’t be…the clues were already given to you, yet you didn’t even considered this at all.” said the Angel.
“…”
“You already knew that the Red Door is a cult that worships demons, how could you not realize this at all?” she asked mockingly.
“…Where are they taking them?” he asked as he was starting to get impatient. He didn’t bothered to take part in her skivvy attitude.
“Oh my, does this mean that you trust my words?” she asked.
“…tell me.” he said in an angered tone.
“What would you do if I told you?” she asked.
“I’ll do my damned role…so tell me.” he said.
“Hmph, loyal as ever…I can’t believe God got someone like you to help him. Its just laughable….but you’re all we got.” as the Angel said this sarcastically, she simply approached him forward and touched the temple of his head.
“!?”
In that moment of touch, Soril was shown vivid images of certain locations…locations filled with men in black suits, and a man wearing an all red suit, and with that man is Miles Miller…walking with a briefcase on hand.
“Hmm, this should suffice.” said the Angel.
“…” as Soril was given the information needed, he turned to Jason in question. What would he do now to involve Jason in such a fight.
“…You still have to bring him with you.” said the Angel.
“Do I have to?” he asked.
“Despite the changes of events, Jason is still an integral part of the story. For him to grow, you need to involve even in the changes of the story.” said the Angel.
“But look at him, he’s barely responding to us right now without the Demon’s scent.” he said.
“…You don’t need to let him use his sense of smell or his ability to use his birth skill. All you need is him. His character to help a person in need is all that requires for this event.”
“…Like that of a main character in a story…” said Soril as he realized.
“Exactly.” said the Angel.
“Its up to him whether or not he grows into something strong and grows to use his powers in the right moment. Don’t you realize that the world moves on Jason’s favor? He is the Hero of this world after all.” said the Angel as she had this smirk on her face.
This is what they call the plot armor for the main character of the story. The Angel knows that Jason, being the Hero of this world has the ability to simply do the right thing at the right time.
“…Then how do I wake him up?” asked Soril.
“Who knows, but I’m not going to help you any further.” said the Angel.
Seeing as how Soril was left to fix this, he turned to Jason once more and simply gave his thought.
‘…think Soril, you need to involve him in this change of events…no matter what. So what do you do? What do you do when a person who just got out of the hospital bed and is still hazy and unresponsive comes in front of you?’
Thinking hard…
Soril realized something.
‘Hmm, I’ve been in this same state before…but not exactly. Being unconscious is the same as it is…and as a experienced hunter. One thing to ignite their instinct is simply to show some form of threat.’
‘This is what happens every time I faint in the spar against brother Cecil…he told me to wake a chicken like me up is to overthrow every inch of my instincts with fear.’
‘…fear….I see.’
As Soril took his step to face Jason, he showed a glare to him that was filled with the tenacious will of a man willing to murder.
“!?”
And in reaction, Soril saw that Jason reacted.
‘…his finger moved. I guess a simple murder intent isn’t going to cut it, but it is effective.’
Seeing as how a simple glare wasn’t going to make Jason budge, he proceeded to bring out his sword.
[Ethereal Will of the Dark!]
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In the dark abyss of one’s own mind…
Jason…
In the midst of his lost mind, in the void of his own mind…
Floating in wonder…
A blue flame…scorching…hot…
Lost without purpose..
Why was he here…
He did not know…
And he doesn’t have the ambition to leave…he doesn’t know his ambition to leave…
It dark…but its also bright…
That was all the thought in his mind could process…
Nothing else…
Or so he believed…
“…” time seemed irrelevant in this void…he couldn’t tell how many hours has passed. It could be days or months or even years…but still, despite the uncertainty of this void, he didn’t care…
Or so he thought…
‘what is that?’
Somewhere beyond the abyss…he found the gaze of a pair of eyes simply pointed to his direction and no one else…
‘…what is that?’
And as he continued to wonder who those eyes belonged to, he found himself being dragged into the deeper parts of the abyss towards those eyes.
‘…What is going on?’
Soon, the blue flame was getting farther and farther away…until finally…he came in close proximity to the eye…
‘…’ he could not move…he could not talk…he could not think…all he knows in that moment was how fearful those eyes were…
In instinct, he knew what those eyes were…
The eyes of the deep abyss…
The eyes of no return…
If a person were to stare back at it, one should never blink for it showed fear…
It showed weakness…
And to it all…it showed the willingness to escape it.
‘…’ but he could only stare…and nothing more…
As he stood eye to eye against the eye of the abyss…his heart beated ever so fearful of its power…
His breathing started getting heavy, his eyes started finding a way to escape its contact, his hands started to sweat…and the pressure brought upon his gaze simply left him feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders…
He felt like he was about to die…
‘…no…’
…
‘…no.’
…
‘No!’
His mind screamed and his instinct ot survive kicked in.
And soon enough, he found himself awoke in the middle of the day…on top of a building roof.
And in front of him was the sight of a man in armor….pointing his sword straight at his neck.
His eyes…they felt familiar…they feel like they were stabbing him in all directions…
Fear… he feared this man in front of him…
He reminded him of the abyss..
“You’re awake…” said the man in a coarse voice.
His voice was unrecognizable, it must have been because of the helmet changing his tone.
“…W-who are you? Where am I!?” he asked as he stood confused and afraid.
“It doesn’t matter who I am…” as the man in armor said this, he handed him a sword.
“…What?” being a bit hesitant and confused, Jason did not accept the sword.
“…all that matters is that you help me.” said the man in armor.
“…?”