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Senna passed by empty interrogation rooms and entered into a large briefing room. There were some notes still on the podium, but it was only a schedule. She still used her small flashlight as she leafed through it.
“Hmm, there was a presentation on the case of the missing boy. This case is looked over by… Officer Roland. I just need to find his desk and get that useless idiot out of here before Captain Reeves comes flying in in a rage. The idiot will undoubtedly agree to something stupid as recompense.”
Senna mumbled to herself in annoyance before leaving the podium and heading towards the door of the room.
She abruptly stopped after the first step and her nose twitched.
“You can come out now, Mr. Fake Agent,” She spoke into the empty room and focused her torch onto the doorway.
From the doorway, the man who had previously been introduced as Agent Patterson entered the room. He didn’t so much as hesitate as he held two throwing blades between his fingers and flung them directly at Senna.
She casually slapped away the projectiles with the back of her hand, her brows raising slightly at the strength behind them.
“Despite your scent, you actually have some inner force. It must be so weak the stench of blood covered it up entirely.”
“You will regret taking me lightly, monster!”
The man growled as he used the brief moment Senna deflected the blades to close the distance between the two of them. He had drawn what looked like an ancient bronze gladius, but it gave off an especially sinister atmosphere.
Senna couldn’t tell whether it was a cursed item or some kind of artifact, but she felt it was likely the former. It didn’t matter to her in any case, as she merely caught the blade in her grasp and causing the man to come to an abrupt halt.
“…Weak”
The anger had drained from agent Agent Patterson’s eyes and was instead replaced with confusion. Before he could process his thoughts any further, Senna’s free hand shot forward and grabbed his neck.
One normally didn’t look at them, but her fingernails were actually a crimson red at the tip, an otherworldly trait of a fallen fae that was used to rip and tear apart flesh. They also spread the corruption of the fae and infected any wounds caused by them, creating a curse or miasma that was extremely difficult to dispel.
Thankfully, her nails were normally forcefully cut and painted with nail polish to hide this, but it didn’t change their nature.
Had they not been trimmed, they would have already pierced into his throat and created a fatal wound.
“-!”
Agent Patterson’s eyes widened in panic as his breathing had been completely cut off.
The malevolent gladius had been trapped, so with a well trained and highly skilled movement, he launched an open palm strike against the slender arm holding him in a vice-like grip. This wasn’t a simple attack either, but one which contained a significant amount of his inner force within it.
The windows in the room shook and threatened to break from the force behind the palm strike whilst the tables and chairs squeaked on the ground as they slid slightly, but Senna didn’t budge nor so much as raise an eyebrow at the attack.
“You don’t even realize your own weakness… pathetic.”
Senna gave Agent Patterson some heartless criticism as he continued to struggle with punches and kicks to no avail.
With a faint harrumph, she flung him across the room with no particular technique. Agent Patterson didn’t stop at the wall however and instead his body flew straight through it with a loud crashing noise.
The cursed gladius was dropped as his body went limp, to which Senna kicked it, to which it flew after the body whilst spinning.
Agent Mason had a grave foreboding as Thomas’ words. The latter simply smiled and exposed himself before the gun without trying to defend himself, teasing as if he knew the other party wouldn’t shoot or otherwise didn’t care if he did.
His danger senses were currently screaming in his head so loudly that his vision was swimming, the room behind Thomas going in and out of focus as it did so. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and his hands were shaken.
This danger sense was a type of supernatural sixth sense which he had learned to rely on. It detected danger and saved his life on more than one occasion.
As the two were having a stand off with neither party moving, the sound of crashing broke the silence.
The limp body of Agent Patterson flew through the wall of the room and fell onto the large table in the middle of the room, snapping it in two with a sound that definitely alerted whoever was downstairs.
Multiple wounds had opened up on the unconscious body and blood had begun to stain his body. After such a
Momentarily afterwards, a malevolent sword, a bronze gladius to be precise, flew through the opening of the wall with a frightening speed and brushed pass Thomas’ face so close it cut a few strands of hair and left a particularly stinging cut along the bridge of his nose.
Thomas’ expression changed into a much more forced smile at this, as even he had a bit of a fright from the weapon nearly hitting him.
“That was deliberate, wasn’t it? Are you finally cutting ties with me?” Thomas said as he turned and looked through the hole in the wall, or the holes through several consecutive walls and a collapsed office divider.
Senna, without a trace of dust on her, casually strolled through the opening without a sense of urgency.
“I just randomly kicked it. It is simply a coincidence.”
Thomas gave her a gaze that blatantly stated ‘bullshit’ before glancing at the blood stained limp man on the broken table.
“Is he dead?”
“No, he has at least a modicum of inner force, so this much won’t kill him. He won’t be moving for a while though.”
“You…” Agent Mason, whose heart was beating so fast it felt like it would rip itself out of his chest, shifted his gun between the two. “What have you done!?”
The bald man knew that he was currently in an extremely dire situation. The two in front of him were far more powerful than he was, and he was without any form of proper preparation against them. He felt like a rabbit that was trapped in a corner by two wolves without an escape.
Thomas shrugged helplessly and said, “I think my daughter was practicing her baseball throw. I mean, it clearly has the power, but the form appears to be a bit lacking.”
“…”
“…”
“I don’t know exactly what type of supernatural creature that girl is, but she is clearly a type of fae.”
“Oh? How very observant of you.”
“…You had best surrender. I don’t know what kind of glamor or other fae magic she cast to gain an advantage over my partner, but I have built a strong resistance to all kinds of illusion and mind altering spells.” Agent Mason took several deep breaths to calm his nerves and focus on escaping this situation.
“If she is why you are so confide-”
“Hold on, hold on!” Thomas waved his arms and laughed as he cut off the bald man in front of him. “I don’t mean to diminish your efforts, but you are wayyy off the mark. Senna is completely useless when it comes to fae magic. The only thing she can do is the most basic body strengthening.”
Agent Mason glanced at the fae girl whose expression was extremely malevolent while glaring at Thomas. He thought this may be a good opportunity to retreat, but his conscience wouldn’t allow him to simply abandon his unconscious partner.
Thomas, as if noticing something just now, tilted his head to the side in befuddlement.
“Come to think of it, why haven’t any of the police downstairs come up yet? There is no way that they couldn’t have heard the noise of walls breaking…”
Agent Mason also realized this at this moment and frowned, whilst Senna merely sighed in exasperation as if she knew what was coming.
“BASTARDS! YOU DARE!!”
A furious shout sounded through the building that was so loud the walls shook and Agent Mason winced in pain as his ears rung in the aftermath.
A man with sharp features that screamed ‘military general’ entered the room as if flying at mach 1 and charged at Thomas. He swung his longsword down on Thomas in a single fluid motion in such a manner it seemed impossible to avoid and he would be immediately cut down.
Despite the power and beauty behind the slash, Thomas was not cut down. He had summoned a spear from seemingly nowhere and used it to block the sword spiritual artifact empowered by spiritual qi.
It wasn’t just any weapon though, but Thomas’ soul weapon, a weapon made from his own soul and exclusive to him.
A faint silvery-white mist coated the surface of his skin and the two meter obsidian winged spear with dark gold embellishments that seemed to denote angels. Despite being called a spear though, the silvery-white spearhead was considerably over-sized and the base of it flared out before curving back down and wrapped around the shaft of the spear.
In his years in the realm of the living, he had reformed his body and mastered techniques to bring out some of his soul power even while being in a mortal body. It was nowhere near his peak strength in his pure soul form, but it allowed a substantial amount of power to be released.
“Yo, drug addict, you seem unhappy. Eh, I mean, who are you?”
Thomas joked around as Anthony Reeves’ sword was stopped less than an inch from his face, the lethal sword qi it emanated causing his skin to begin splitting even though contact hadn’t been made yet.
“Don’t joke with me! A pair of assholes playing dress up broke into my office and threw my stuff all over the ground, of course I’m fucking unhappy!”
Blue veins throbbed in the urban cultivators temples as he made a quick hand sign with one hand. Several golden sword images spun in the air around him before stabbing towards Thomas.
Thomas frantically broke his spear free and flicked it through the air. The original sword had it’s trajectory change and cut through the ground, whilst the golden flying swords were also deflected in quick unison. He even managed to spin it one more time and block a sharp kick aimed at his stomach, but was subsequently sent flying though the room.
Off in the corner, Senna simply stood and watched this exchange of blows as if she was just a spectator and it had nothing to do with her. In any event, Captain Reeves seemed intent on solely taking down Thomas.
Agent Mason was truly terrified of the cultivator though, who apparently worked in the police station, but also saw his chance to escape. He pulled out a small paper talisman and tore it in two. It then burned in a quiet blue flame before vanishing.
Agent Mason’s presence immediately became extremely ethereal and even his body began to blur into the surroundings. If one wasn’t looking directly at him and knowing he was there, it would be easy to not notice him.
Whilst flying through the air, Thomas deftly spun his body and landed horizontally on the wall with his feet. He then ran across the wall as if to make his way to the hole where Senna entered and make an escape, but Captain Reeves immediately saw through this.
“Don’t even think about it, Thomas! You have gone too far this time! I will arrest you or I will never sleep again until I do!”
Thomas flipped through the air and wielded his spear with a godly art form to once again block the police captain.
“Hey, should you be saying that? You may be a cultivator, but insomnia is still a really big problem for your health.”
Captain Reeves only got more pissed off the more Thomas talked. Even from an outsider’s perspective, it could only be seen as the latter mocking the former.
The two clashed time and again. Captain Reeves showed himself to have more brute power than Thomas, but his skill with a spear was near godly, able to block, deflect and counter attack as if he was in a large open field.
The sounds of steel clashing sounded, whilst blades swished and hummed through the air.
Captain Reeves not only used the advanced military sword techniques but even some more esoteric ones that channeled his qi into lightning and ravaged the room. His sword was like a shadow, constantly leaving mirage-like afterimages whilst other times multiplying, but nothing could breach Thomas’ defence.
If anything, Thomas’ casual praise of Captain Reeves’ mastery of the sword and his techniques indicated he was not even under any pressure.
He had more powerful special techniques, but his hands were tied as those would completely destroy the police station.
Everyone other than the two fighting had vanished at an unknown point earlier, but the two didn’t show any visible signs of noticing. Senna returned eventually though, with a small file held in one of her hands.
“Thomas, I have found the case file, we can leave now so stop playing around.”
“…Playing around?”
Captain Reeves snapped his head around and fiercely glared at Senna. Upon seeing the brown document folder in his hand, his expression darkened and he charged at the half fallen fae girl. He even used a complex movement secret art to enhance his speed even higher than when he was fighting Thomas.
Even if he couldn’t defeat the two monsters, he wasn’t about to let them blatantly steal whatever they wanted from the police.
“Hmph.”
Senna snorted and with her empty hand, struck out at the police captain with a palm strike that was as fast as lightning.
Captain Reeves barely managed to bring his sword in front of him to block the attack in time, but even that did little to stop the attack.
The palm continued unabated and slammed into his chest along with the sword. All the windows in the lunch room shattered and the mid Foundation Realm cultivator was sent flying like a cannonball. He shot out of the police station in a straight line and into the road outside, launching asphalt debris from the collision site.
“I thought that idiot focused on you because he valued his life. A complete fool.”
Thomas shrugged helplessly in response the Senna’s heartless words and escaped the building through the same window in Captain Reeves’ office that they entered from. Upon passing by his mahogany desk, the fae girl’s hand slammed down upon it and broke the table in two.
“Hey hey, are you mad?”
“This entire night has been irritating, not to mention, I am wearing this ridiculous outfit! Yes, I am angry! Why couldn’t you just knock him out and be done with it!? Do I have to do everything!?”
“It’s not like that at all, he’s actually very skilled, simply defending was the best I could do.”
“Do you expect me to believe that that was your full strength?”
“It’s not like I can use my strength freely, you know. I mimicked the cultivators’ meridian system to channel my soul force through my body, but the body itself doesn’t have the benefit of being strengthened by spiritual qi. If I channel too much soul force, it will break down and my body will collapse.”
“…”
“See, it’s not that I don’t want to bring out more strength, I just can’t. The pull of the afterlife is really strong, you know.”
“Then stop wasting your power.”
Upon heading home, Thomas was looking worse for wear. Unlike Senna, whose appearance was still immaculate, his black “burglar” outfit had lots of dust on it and had small tears and scorch marks on it from the battle.
Senna was one of the very few individuals who knew the truth behind Thomas’ origin and power. He was entirely incapable of restoring his strength in the world of the living, so every time he used his strength, he became a tiny bit weaker.
Of course, that only meant he had to return to the afterlife to restore himself. If he did however, he held no doubt in his mind that the catholic god and by extension all of Heaven, his greatest nemesis whom he had fought endless battles against over the past decade, would immediately act to reinforce the barrier between the realms of the living and the dead, preventing him from reentering.
It was unknown whether that would be able to prevent him, but it was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. Regathering his power to overcome that could take several centuries of time in the realm of the living.
What Senna did not know, was that the greatest draw on his strength was all the soul fragments he fed her to help her grow stronger and take a firmer grasp on her own mind and nature as a fae degenerating into sin.
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