After the Prom Night
“She’s somewhere close,” Antares mentioned to Xynth as he was steering their fancy SUV. Xynth sat beside him, with Rigel, the youngest, in the backseat.
“Remember her face?” Rigel asked Xynth.
“No,” said Xynth. “But we’ll spot her soon.”
“Damn it, the psychic should’ve been here to help us catch number fifteen, but once again Betelgeuse slipped away when we let our guard down!” Antares exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel.
“She won’t escape for long this time,” Xynth replied calmly. “Besides, I have no intention of catching that girl; I just want to confirm if the silver scar mark really exists on her body. Inhabiting a human female’s body is not something I’m willing to do. Betelgeuse must find another way out.”
“But what if she is indeed the fifteenth, and the only way out left for you is as Betelgeuse said?” Antares asked.
Xynth shot an irritated glance at Antares. “You seem pretty excited about the idea of a potential ruler of the universe living as a human female, huh? Imagine living for decades AS A HUMAN FEMALE, would you want that?!”
“Haha, just curious,” Antares chuckled. “But what’s it like being a human female? I heard they deal with menstruation and pregnancy—“
“Stop it, Antares!” Rigel interrupted, placing a hand on Antares’ shoulder. It was a familiar gesture between the two crown prince’s guards, always used to prevent Antares from riling up Xynth.
“It’s her, isn’t it?!” Antares exclaimed suddenly, spotting a woman walking unsteadily alone in the dark of the night. He felt relieved, knowing Xynth’s anger wouldn’t be directed at him upon seeing the appearance of the fifteenth.
“Yes, it seems to be her, Fortuna Ramaya,” replied Rigel, leaning forward for a better view.
“Why is she walking like that? Is she drunk?” Antares asked, slowing down their car. “And her outfit… why is she wearing something so tacky?! Even I, who’s not human, find her appearance appalling!”
“Her height is 158 centimeters,” Xynth muttered to himself, as if committing many details about the girl to memory. “She’s thin, with short and dry hair, and her skin seems unkempt. Now I’m even more convinced that Betelgeuse must be wrong. She’s just an amateur sorcerer!”
Antares struggled hard not to respond to Xynth’s words, and Rigel remained silent too. They both sensed Xynth’s denial and frustration.
“She must have some special abilities, right? Should we look for the silver mark on her body?” Xynth pondered aloud. “How can we spot the mark?”
Xynth rarely asked questions. Rigel understood that beneath his inquiries, he issued directives.
Both he and his mother shared the same characteristic traits. They were both wrathful, arrogant, and capricious. However, Rigel found it easier to deal with Xynth than his mother because if Xynth could still restrain his desire to kill, his mother couldn’t. She was the most terrifying woman Rigel had ever known.
“I’ll try to check from here,” said Rigel, lifting his index finger towards the woman outside, who was stumbling along the street.
He emitted a small blue ray from his finger, instantly illuminating the girl’s body as she faced away from them. A breeze blew her hair at the nape of her neck, and the three men in the car could see that there were no silver marks there.
“There’s nothing on her legs either,” Rigel continued, observing the woman’s calves that he had just illuminated with the light.
“Could the silver mark be on her thighs?” Antares asked, curious. This time, he blew wind under Fortuna’s dress, causing both Xynth and Rigel to scream in shock.
“What are you doing, you fool!” exclaimed Rigel, hitting Antares on the head. “Aren’t you ashamed to look at a girl’s intimate parts?”
“But it’s Xynth’s fifteenth body. We’ll see it plenty later anyway,” Antares replied innocently, causing Xynth’s eyes to instantly sparkle with anger towards him.
“If I have to become a girl, I’ll make sure you become one too!”
“I-I’m sorry, Xynth,” Antares said, suppressing his laughter. “But we really need to check everything, right? Who knows, maybe the silver mark is on her thighs or back, or chest, or that part—“
“Shut up!” Rigel yelled, refusing to imagine it. “The mark couldn’t possibly be in places like those. Who knows, it could be on the soles of her feet, palms, head, or face!”
Xynth moved backward as he saw Fori getting closer to him. Suddenly, her hand gripped Xynth’s arm tightly, and she glared at Xynth’s face. The man shuddered in horror.
“I’ve seen your silver eyes,” Fori hissed, looking up at Xynth with alcohol-scented breath. “You… you’re one of the satanic cult freaks who stole Sega’s body, aren’t you?!”
“S–satanic cult freaks?” Xynth asked confusedly. He saw the angry glare on Fori’s face, but suddenly, the girl grimaced, and her cheeks bulged as if she were struggling against something.
“W-Wait a moment,” Xynth suddenly exclaimed, realizing the situation. He was about to flee, but it was too late. Fori had already vomited the contents of her stomach, which had been churning since earlier, directly onto Xynth’s chest, staining the man’s pajamas.
“I will kill you, f*cking human!” Xynth hissed, his face filled with fury. The crown prince could hear Antares laughing hysterically inside the car, and he immediately sent a hard slap to Antares’ face from afar.
“Sega, what should I do?” Fori suddenly said to Xynth in a soft voice, lowering her head onto the man’s chest. “What should I do? They’re all so cruel to me, and you’re no longer protecting me. What do I do now?”
Xynth saw Fori lift her sad face and look at him with streaming tears. She sobbed uncontrollably on Xynth’s chest, now appearing extremely fragile.
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