Her brother was murdered before her eyes. The only person she felt comfortable and loved around. Yet the prison breaker walked into their ho to make her parents pay for putting him in jail.
It was an unpleasant sight. She quivered and cried, but no tears ca. Her brother’s blood trickled down her face, warm and murderous. She was only ten after all.
She couldn’t move or call out for help. But desperate to know if her brother lived, she approached the corpse, drenching her entire body in blood.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She knew her brother was gone, and if that was the case, she had to leave as well. Right by her leg lay the sa weapon that killed her brother.
She clung to it, ready to end it all, but her parents walked in.
She was a kid. She knew nothing, but the scene told everything. It wasn’t the truth, but it looked like a fact, and that wasn’t sothing even her parents could accept.
Her fingerprints were everywhere. In desperation, the mind tells lies and truths to make sense of what’s happening. The reasons why she’d kill her brother ca easily to her parents, so easily, in fact, that they couldn’t bear to watch the law treat her like a minor.
But in all that darkness, she was saved not by a god or her loved ones, but by those who wanted to exploit her rage for sothing bitter.
In the years that followed, many fell by her hands. Yet not once did she seek revenge on her parents, only on the man who began it all. Even so, deep within, she sought the warmth and care her brother had given her.
Even in this life, she still wanted that feeling. Eight years, and she still ached for it.
***
Victory was in the air. Halo had secured a perfect relationship with Jihriel, and now he just had to push further to cent what they had until it was solid to the core.
However, with the Northern Mist close by, he needed to train in case their assault started sooner than expected. After all, he was going to be the only Knight among them.
He’d been receiving Sin Fragnts from Kysa and Saint, but their kills only totaled a few hundred. He still needed two thousand more to reach Assassin.
But the mont he got to the training room, he stopped. Intense heat was radiating from inside, and yet he didn’t hear any movents.
He couldn’t tell if his senses were dulling or if she was just that clean with her movents. There before him was Delilah, dressed in black shorts and a black vest.
The mont she spotted Halo, she paused mid-action. She stared at him point-blank for a mont before turning to leave the room.
The coldness in her eyes was unmistakable, and it felt as though his presence disgusted her. But he’d also noticed warmth there since they first t. Even when she acted dismissive and detached, it didn’t feel genuine, as though she was being misunderstood.
Before she could leave the room, Halo spoke:
"It’s your Flaw’s doing, isn’t it?"
Delilah turned to him, confused.
"What do you an?"
Halo began preparing to train.
"Look at how you behave. What’s your Flaw? Detachnt? Apathy? Sothing along those lines, I’d guess."
Delilah frowned.
"What makes you think that?"
Halo shrugged.
"If that weren’t the case, you would’ve left already. It’s what makes people struggle to understand you. That’s why you stay alone."
Delilah was quiet for a while, watching Halo shadowboxing.
"It is Coldness. My Flaw is Coldness."
Halo stopped and turned to her, startled.
"Really? too."
Delilah began closing the gap between them.
"The way Flaws appear is shaped by past experiences and trauma. But you... with Coldness as your Flaw, you don’t seem like it at all. You remain calm and collected."
Halo forced a smile.
"Keeping a calm, reserved presence all the ti isn’t simple. But training under Fade of Bridle helped master it."
Delilah sat cross-legged on the floor, which confused Halo for a mont. He wasn’t done training yet.
"Really? Can you teach ?"
Halo giggled. The thought of teaching amused him.
"I am a very bad teacher, trust ."
Delilah didn’t look like Halo’s inexperience was going to stop her.
"My presence alone keeps people away. I can’t really converse with anyone. But I still want to be friends with the team."
Halo didn’t mind her. He didn’t care all that much, really. She was better as she was. But Delilah started laying her backstory on him.
"My older brother was killed before I could even understand what was happening. Sohow, I was blad. My parents were sure I was the one who did it."
Halo turned to see her eyes fixed on the floor, as though the re thought of her brother was enough to make her lose herself.
Halo was cold, not heartless. He joined her on the floor and let her speak.
"I wanted to die because I truly believed I was guilty. If I weren’t, my parents wouldn’t have believed I was. They fought in court to have killed, and I accepted it. I was only ten years old."
Halo watched her fidget with her fingers, nervously.
"One day, I slept. Next, I woke up in a bunker. I was distorted, but they still made obey. If they had killed , I would’ve been thankful. They chose not to.
"The bunker was an academy that trained assassins. That’s where I learned everything. My parents knew the truth, that their decision to falsely imprison soone led to my brother’s death. And even knowing that... they never tried to find ."
She clenched her fist tightly as they trembled.
"I didn’t care about my parents. I never did. The only person who was truly my family was my brother. So I did everything I could to avenge him... but—"
She stopped cold. The words clearly weren’t easy for her, but she didn’t know she was sitting before soone who’d lived through sothing similar.
Halo wished she could be free enough to spill her heart out, but their coldness clearly worked differently. Halo held no grudges; even being killed by his best friend didn’t sadden him. But Delilah’s coldness was different, she just pushed people away.
But, well, maybe just this ti.
"Hmmm... do you want to know?"
Delilah turned to him. She wanted to know, of course. Who wouldn’t?
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