HM & DF Chapter 5 Melusine’s Date (Patreon)

Saturday, Afternoon, Kouh Town

The sun climbed higher, bathing the streets of Kouh in a warm, golden haze. The air shimmered faintly, carrying the mingled scents of street food.

Issei and Melusine wandered side by side down the main avenue, past cafés and bookstores, their shadows stretching long and close. Their next stop came when Issei slowed in front of a game center tucked between two cozy cafés. The same one where he first met Melusine, outside the store with Matsuda and Motohama. From inside came the rapid clack of buttons, the cheerful bleeps of victory jingles, and laughter echoing over synthetic music.

Melusine paused at the threshold, golden eyes narrowing slightly at the riot of color and sound. “This… is rather loud.”

Issei grinned. “You’ll get used to it! It’s like a jungle, but with games and prizes.”

Her expression didn’t change, but the faintest quirk of her lips betrayed amusement. “A jungle, you say. That would explain the chaos.”

“Exactly! C’mon, Melu, you’ve gotta try this.” His excitement was infectious, a boyish energy that tugged her along despite herself.

Inside, the flashing lights bathed them in shifting hues. Issei guided her toward a claw machine filled with plush toys of every shape, dragons, cats, chibi idols, and monsters with goofy smiles.

Melusine tilted her head, studying it as though examining a foreign relic. “You are supposed to use the claw to… capture one of those?”

“Pretty much,” Issei said, slipping in a coin. “But it’s all rigged. It’s about luck, timing, and not losing your mind when it drops your prize at the last second.”

“So… a game of patience and calculation disguised as chance,” she murmured.

He blinked, grinning. “Uh… yeah. That’s exactly it. You make everything sound smarter.”

“I simply interpret it as presented.” She took hold of the joystick delicately, her movements precise. The claw descended, brushed against a plush dragon’s wing… and missed.

“Hmph.” Her frown was subtle, but her pride was clearly offended.

Issei chuckled. “Don’t worry, nobody gets it on the first try.”

“I will,” she replied calmly, with the conviction of someone announcing fate rather than confidence.

Two coins later, the claw dipped again—steady, sure—and this time, it lifted a small stuffed dragon by one wing. The prize wobbled dangerously, then dropped into the chute with a satisfying thunk.

Issei’s jaw dropped. “No way—you actually did it!”

Melusine blinked at the toy as if unsure how to react. “It appears I did.”

She bent to retrieve it, holding the plush in both hands, inspecting the stitching as though it were some strange new lifeform. “It’s… soft,” she said quietly.

“Usually people celebrate when they win,” Issei teased, scratching his cheek. “You know—‘Yes!’ or a fist pump.”

Melusine regarded him blankly. “That seems unnecessary.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun!”

He raised his arm dramatically. “Like this—‘YES!’”

After a beat, she mimicked him, raising her fist halfway. “…Yes.”

It was the most monotone celebration he’d ever heard. He tried to hold it in, failed completely, and burst out laughing.

Melusine blinked in confusion for half a second before a faint warmth softened her expression. “…You find joy in the strangest things,” She murmured, clutching the plush closer to her chest.

“Maybe,” Issei said between laughs, “but that’s what makes it fun.”

She looked at him then, really looked at the boy who had dragged her into this noisy, ridiculous place without hesitation. His grin was unguarded, honest, as bright as the sunlight outside. For someone so simple, he radiated a warmth she couldn’t quite define.

Without realizing it, she smiled. “You are… impossible.”

“And proud of it!” Issei said cheerfully. “Now come on, we’ve got a whole jungle left to conquer.”

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Melusine still held the small plush dragon in her hands like a trophy she didn’t quite know what to do with, her expression unreadable but her steps lighter than before.

Issei, walking beside her, leading her through various games, until he caught sight of the small photo booth. Its pastel-colored curtain fluttered invitingly, and the sign above it blinked in pink letters: “Print your memories!”

Issei’s grin widened. “Oh, perfect! Let’s do one of these next!”

Melusine followed his gaze and blinked slowly. “You willingly enter a confined box to take poorly lit pictures?”

“Yup!” he said, entirely unbothered. “But they print out right away, and you can doodle on them too! It’s fun.”

She gave him a long, skeptical look that could have frozen a lesser man. “…I see. A ritual of human vanity.”

Issei placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “Hey, it’s more like a rite of friendship! Every proper outing needs at least one photo booth pic.”

Her lips parted as if to retort, but she caught the enthusiasm in his face, that sincere spark that made even the silliest things sound meaningful. With a faint sigh that sounded far too regal for the setting, she relented. “Very well. If this is a custom, I will humor it.”

“Awesome!” Issei said, already pulling the curtain aside. “Ladies first!”

Melusine hesitated at the narrow opening, glancing inside like she was about to step into an ambush. The small space was barely big enough for two people, the faint hum of the camera machinery filling the silence. She sat stiffly, folding her hands neatly in her lap as Issei plopped down beside her, far too close for her comfort.

“…This is rather cramped,” She murmured, voice low.

“Yeah, they’re cozy like that.” He grinned, scooting a little closer. “Okay, smile!”

She turned her head, looking at him as if he’d just spoken in another language. “Do I… just—?”

“Like this!” He flashed an exaggerated grin, his eyes squinting and his cheeks puffing up in mock intensity.

Melusine frowned slightly, then attempted to imitate him. The result was somewhere between a dignified grimace and a confused pout.

The camera flashed.

Issei burst into laughter so genuine it filled the tiny booth. “That was perfect!”

“Was it?” She asked uncertainly, her brow creasing.

Before he could answer, another flash went off, catching his laughter and her bewilderment in one brilliant frame. The last picture caught her half-smiling, caught between amusement and embarrassment, as Issei leaned in, still grinning.

The printer whirred. A few seconds later, the photo strip slid out, still warm to the touch. Issei grabbed it, eyes lighting up. “Look at this! You actually smiled!”

Melusine took the strip delicately, studying it in silence. In the first photo, she looked tense, back straight and lips pursed. In the second, her posture had softened, her eyes flicking toward him. By the third, she was clearly smiling faintly.

“…I look ridiculous,” She murmured, though her tone lacked its usual sharpness.

“Nah,” Issei said softly, still grinning. “You look happy.”

Her golden eyes flicked to him, then back to the photos. The corner of her mouth twitched, almost involuntarily. “Perhaps… a little.”

He laughed again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m totally framing this.”

“You will not.”

“Oh, I will. Proof that the mighty Melusine du Lac can have fun.”

Her eyes narrowed in mock offense. “Careful, Issei Hyoudou. Even knights have their limits.”

He only grinned wider, and she found herself looking away, hiding the smallest smile behind her hand. The curtain swayed as they stepped out. She tucked the photo strip into her bag as if it were something fragile and something worth keeping.

Issei noticed but said nothing, only smiled, walking beside her. “Which game should we try next?” He asked brightly.

Melusine looked up at the drifting clouds, her fingers brushing the hidden photo once more. “…Surprise me.”

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The hum of life inside the arcade was a whirl of sound and color.

Melusine’s sharp golden eyes darted from one flashing screen to another, taking in the strange blend of technology. Children darted past, clutching paper tickets. Somewhere, an air-hockey puck clattered across its table, and the shrill cheer of a jackpot rang out from a distant machine.

Issei stood before another claw machine, his expression one of intense concentration. “Alright, this time for sure,” He muttered.

The claw descended, hovered, brushed the prize and missed completely.

He let out a theatrical groan, leaning his forehead against the glass. “Come on! That was so close!”

Melusine tilted her head, clutching her newly-won dragon plush delicately to her chest. “You seem far too invested in this.”

“Of course I am!” Issei said, straightening dramatically. “You can’t let the machines win, Melu! It’s a matter of pride!”

“Machines do not care about pride,” She said flatly.

“That’s what they want you to think!” He shot back, wagging a finger at her.

For a long second, she simply stared at him, expression cool and unamused. But when he turned back to the controls, muttering something about “showing this thing who’s boss,” her lips parted.

It was faint. Barely audible over the noise. But there—soft, airy, like the chiming of a bell—came a laugh.

Issei froze. His head turned immediately. “Wait… did you just laugh?”

“I did not,” She said, turning sharply away, the brim of her hat hiding the faint color blooming across her cheeks.

He leaned in a little. “You so did!”

“I exhaled,” she said firmly.

“Sure you did,” he teased.

Her golden eyes flicked back at him, sharp as twin blades. “You are insufferable.”

“Yeah, but at least I made you smile.”

Her glare softened just enough to betray him right. She looked away again, chin tilting up in that haughty way she did whenever she didn’t want to admit he was right. “…Barely.”

Issei’s grin widened. “I’ll take it.” He turned back to the claw machine for one final attempt, inserting his last coin. “Alright, this is it. Redemption arc, baby. This time… I’ll win!”

The claw dipped, trembled, and—by some miracle—snatched a small cartoon dragon keychain. It dropped it perfectly into the chute.

“Yes!” Issei whooped, punching the air triumphantly. “Ha! Take that, machine! Never doubt my power!”

A few nearby kids glanced at him oddly. Melusine simply sighed, though her smile lingered faintly behind her composed mask.

They stepped out of the arcade a few minutes later, the golden light of late afternoon washing over them. The sudden quiet was almost startling after the mechanical noise inside.

Issei proudly held up his hard-earned keychain, letting it gleam in the sunlight. “Totally worth the struggle.”

Melusine walked beside him, the stuffed dragon still pressed gently to her chest. “You risked your pride and coin for a trinket.”

“Yup,” he said cheerfully. “And I’d do it again.”

She glanced at him, an unreadable expression flickering in her eyes. “…You really are a strange human.”

He laughed. “Thanks, I get that a lot.”

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Aquarium

Issei and Melusine could be seen entering the glass dome of the Aquarium. Inside, the world glowed with a softer, dreamlike hue. Blue light rippled across the walls, cast by the massive tanks that surrounded them. Schools of fish drifted through the water, their movements calm and silent, painting their reflections over the glass and floor tiles alike.

Melusine walked ahead, her heels clicking lightly against the polished floor. She had removed her hat, letting her silver hair flow freely down her back. The faint humidity in the air made the strands shimmer as they caught the light from the tanks.

Issei followed a few steps behind, his hands tucked in his pockets, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You know,” he said quietly, his voice carrying faintly through the vast, echoing space, “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come today.”

Melusine didn’t turn, her gaze fixed on the luminous water beyond the glass. “Why not?”

“Well…” Issei rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at her silhouette framed against the slow drift of stingrays. “You always seem kinda distant. Like you’re watching everything from behind a wall.”

She was silent for a moment, the reflection of blue light shifting across her face. Then, softly, she said, “It’s… easier that way.”

He tilted his head. “Easier?”

“To watch. To listen.” Her tone was even, but something fragile lingered beneath the words. “To feel nothing.”

Issei frowned slightly. “That sounds… lonely.”

Melusine finally looked over her shoulder. The faint current of air from the tanks brushed strands of silver hair across her face. Her golden eyes, normally sharp and unreadable, softened under the glow of the aquarium lights. “…Perhaps.”

They stood like that for a while surrounded by the quiet rhythm of moving water and the faint hum of life around them. Children laughed distantly near another exhibit; the air smelled faintly of salt and glass cleaner.

Then Melusine turned fully, the reflection of blue waves rippling across her pale skin. “Issei,” she said, her voice steady now. “There’s something special about you.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… that’s not a bad thing, right?”

Her lips curved into a faint smile. “Not bad. Merely… curious.” She stepped closer, the air between them tightening as her gaze deepened. “I can feel it when I’m near you—a pulse deep within your soul. It sounds very powerful.”

Issei chuckled nervously. “You mean my… heart?”

She shook her head slowly, the movement graceful, deliberate. “No. Something dragonic.”

His expression froze. “…Dragonic? What do you mean?”

Melusine’s steps echoed softly as she closed the remaining distance between them. The blue light caught in her eyes until they glowed faintly, molten gold in an oceanic world. “It’s faint, but unmistakable. You carry the scent of a dragon, the same essence that lingers within me.”

He blinked, utterly confused. “Wait, wait, wait, what are you saying?”

She raised a hand and, with surprising gentleness, pressed a finger to his lips. The touch silenced him instantly.

“Sorry can’t tell you yet,” She whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “You’re not ready to know more. You must become stronger first… only then will I reveal the truth.”

Her eyes softened with something like pride—and maybe sorrow. “But remember this, Issei. You and I… are not so different.”

For a long moment, the world seemed to stop. The soft light of the tanks shimmered over them, tracing patterns across her skin like moving starlight. Her aura, faint but undeniable, shimmered around her like heat, it was subtle, powerful but very beautiful.

Issei stood frozen, her words echoing through him. ‘Not entirely human. Like her. Stronger. Truth.’ It was then that visions of his dream resurfaced, of various women and men in red armor and then the roar of anguish that caused him to shack.

His heart pounded, and for once, it wasn’t from embarrassment or excitement, it was something deeper, a desire inside him that wanted —no needed to know. He didn’t understand what she meant, but if there was a secret inside him, something that connected him to her then he wanted to uncover it.

He clenched his fists lightly, looking up at the soft glow of the ceiling lights that mimicked the evening sky. ‘I have to get stronger, huh? Alright then, I’ll get stronger. You can count on it, Melu.’

Melusine turned back toward the tanks, her face calm once again, as though she hadn’t just revealed something extraordinary. “You got quiet,” she said, her tone even but faintly amused.

Issei grinned, the determination in his eyes replacing the confusion. “Just thinking. About how I’m gonna get stronger so next time, you can tell me what’s going on.”

Her lips curved, a small, rare smile that reached her eyes. “A bold statement, Issei. I look forward to seeing if you can keep it.”

He placed a hand over his chest, grinning wider. “You’ll see. I never break a promise.”

Melusine regarded him in silence for a moment, the glow of the aquarium reflecting in her eyes. Then she looked back toward the water, her expression distant again—but this time, the wall between them didn’t feel quite so high.

“Then,” she said softly, “I shall hold you to it.”

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Kouh Park

The day had mellowed into a quiet, rose-colored dusk. The park was bathed in the warm hues of sunset, the sky fading from gold to deep lavender as the last light slipped through the cherry trees. The gentle murmur of the fountain filled the air, its falling water glimmering like glass in the fading glow.

Issei and Melusine sat side by side on a wooden bench near the fountain’s edge. The evening breeze carried the soft scent of flowers and water, stirring the petals that had fallen on the grass around them.

Issei leaned back with a satisfied sigh, hands laced behind his head as he gazed at the painted sky. “Man… this was fun. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in forever.”

Melusine sat beside him, her posture straight but her expression softer than usual. The faint reflection of the fountain lights shimmered in her golden eyes. “You’re… different from what I expected.”

He glanced at her, grinning. “Oh? You mean you expected me to be different?”

“No,” She said, pausing as a small, quiet laugh escaped her lips. “I expected you to be a bit more shallow because of your desire for women with big breasts.”

Issei flinched like he’d been struck by lightning. “Ouch. Okay, that’s fair. I, uh… might’ve given that impression.”

Melusine’s chuckle deepened, a low, graceful sound that made his embarrassment worth it. Her gaze softened, the golden sheen in her eyes warm in the twilight. “But you’re not. You’re genuine, Issei. You speak what you feel without a second thought. It’s… refreshing.”

He turned toward her, smiling sheepishly. “Guess that means I passed the test?”

Her lips curved faintly. “Don’t push your luck,” She said, but her tone carried no bite. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, the kind that caught the dying sunlight and made her seem almost ethereal.

The air between them stilled, filled only by the rhythm of the fountain and the whisper of wind through leaves. Cherry petals drifted lazily around them, and a few landed gently on Melusine’s dress, their pale pink contrasting the soft white fabric.

Without thinking, Issei leaned forward and brushed one away with his fingertips.

Melusine froze.

For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to stop. The breeze, the fountain, the birds—all of it faded into silence. His hand hovered there, inches from her chest, before he realized what he’d done.

“Ah—s-sorry!” He blurted, jerking his hand back so fast he almost hit himself. “I wasn’t—uh—I mean, there was a petal—!”

She blinked, her expression unreadable beneath the shadow of her hair. Then, slowly, she tilted her head, her tone light but sincere. “Thank you.”

Her voice was soft—gentler than he’d ever heard it. It caught him completely off guard.

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could speak, Melusine moved.

Graceful as falling water, she leaned in, her silver hair brushing against his cheek, her golden eyes half-lidded in the dim light. And then, softly, briefly, she kissed him.

It wasn’t long. Barely a whisper of warmth against his lips, but it left his entire body frozen.

When she pulled back, her expression was calm, though a faint pink still colored her cheeks. “A gift,” she murmured, voice almost too quiet to hear. “For the good time… and perhaps, for more dates.”

Issei just sat there, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, completely dazed. “W-wait, you—you just—”

Melusine placed her hat back on, her faint smile returning. “You speak too much after a kiss.”

He blinked rapidly, his face going redder by the second. “I—uh—right—yeah, I’ll—uh—shut up now.”

Her quiet laughter broke the tension like sunlight through clouds.

For a while, neither spoke. The fountain’s rhythm filled the silence, steady and soothing. Issei leaned back again, his heart still racing, while Melusine sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her smile hidden but unmistakably real.

As twilight deepened into evening, the two of them stayed there—side by side, caught between the fading warmth of day and the glow of new feelings neither could quite name.

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America, California, Yosemite National Park, Night

The wind howled through the towering redwoods as the Sasquatch moved swiftly, his enormous strides shaking loose pine needles and scattering leaves in his wake. His fur was dark and matted, but his movements were surprisingly careful, protective even, as he cradled Asia close to his chest like a fragile treasure.

Her small frame trembled not from fear, but confusion. The creature’s massive arms wrapped around her, shielding her from snapping branches and low-hanging vines. Every few steps, she caught glimpses of her three cherubs, tiny sparks of pink, gold, and blue—, darting anxiously between the trees.

“Ikaros, Tia, Luke…” She called softly, her voice faint beneath the sound of the forest.

The trio responded with urgent chirps, their halos flickering. They flew desperately around the creature, tugging at his fur, trying to free her. But no matter how they tried, the Sasquatch ignored them completely, his black eyes fixed forward.

Asia pressed her hands against his arm gently. “Please… where are you taking me?”

The Sasquatch only gave a low, rumbling growl—not one of threat, but of reassurance.

Asia blinked in surprise. Despite everything, she didn’t feel malice from him. His grip was firm but careful; his strides steady and deliberate. She stopped struggling, letting herself be carried deeper into the forest.

“I suppose… you’re not going to hurt me,” She whispered, her tone half-curious, half-trusting.

Her cherubs, still hovering near, chirped in uncertainty but followed closely.

The deeper they went, the darker and quieter the woods became. The natural light dimmed, replaced by a faint, silvery shimmer that rippled through the air ahead. Asia felt it before she saw it, the pressure, the distortion in the atmosphere, like walking through water.

Then the Sasquatch tightened his hold and stepped through.

A faint pulse of energy washed over her. The air shifted.

The forest on the other side was… different. The trees glowed faintly under ethereal lanterns hanging from branches. The smell of pine and wood smoke filled the air, mingling with something faintly metallic and magic.

And before her eyes, a hidden world unfolded.

Nestled in the clearing was a settlement that looked like something out of another time. Weathered wooden buildings lined dirt roads, their signs painted in rustic fonts: General Store, Apothecary, Saloon. Windmills creaked gently in the breeze. People moved through the streets, if they could be called just that.

Werewolves with coats of gray and black carried wounded Natives draped over their shoulders. Vampires in old-fashioned coats or dresses moved quickly, their pale faces set in grim determination as they helped clear debris. Witches in long skirts and tattered shawls muttered healing incantations, their hands glowing faintly. Even the Wendigos—ghastly and thin—helped gather herbs and water.

Asia’s green eyes widened in awe. “A… a town?” she breathed. “Hidden… inside the forest?”

The Sasquatch rumbled again. His enormous hands not releasing her, but allowing her to have a better view. Her cherubs immediately rushed to her side as they caught up, glowing anxiously. Asia placed a calming hand over them. “It’s alright,” she whispered. “He… he brought us here safely.”

Around them, the settlement buzzed with urgent voices. The wounded from the battle, the Natives and spirit companions alike—were carried into a large building that looked like an old-fashioned saloon turned makeshift infirmary. Inside, the glow of healing runes flickered as witch doctors and shamans chanted desperately over their patients.

Asia’s heart ached. Every instinct in her urged her to run forward, to help them—to use Twilight Healing. But when she tried to get down, the Sasquatch curled its heavy, clawed hand before her, gently stopping her.

She looked up, meeting his intelligent golden eyes. “Please,” she said softly, “I can heal them. Let me help.”

He hesitated, his low rumble vibrating through his chest, then slowly shook his head.

Asia’s shoulders sank. “Why not?” She whispered.

All around, the settlement’s inhabitants were gathering. The air carried grief, anger, and exhaustion. Several Natives stood near the central fire pit, their faces lined with sorrow and fury.

One, a middle-aged shaman with a bandaged arm, spoke in a weary voice. “They found us again. The government dogs, always sniffing, always hunting us down.”

Another, younger and filled with rage, slammed his fist into the dirt. “We only went to see the world beyond! Just to breathe without their walls around us and they responded with fire and bullets!”

A vampire woman hissed lowly, her crimson eyes gleaming with anger. “Same story every time. They call us monsters, abominations, threats to their world—yet they’re the ones who bring death to ours.”

A werewolf snarled in agreement. “They want control. They can’t stand that we exist beyond their reach.”

“Prejudice,” muttered a witch with ash-gray hair, grinding herbs between her palms. “Hatred. The cycle never ends.”

Asia listened in silence, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest. Every word struck her deeply.

“We’re the true people of this land,” One of the Natives said bitterly. “Before their machines, before their laws. But they call us dangerous.”

The crowd murmured in shared fury. The firelight cast harsh shadows across faces of fur, fang, and feather. The tension in the hidden town was already thick when the Sasquatch lumbered through the main street near the campfire, his heavy steps shaking the dirt road. The smell of blood and smoke still lingered in the air from the wounded that had been carried in earlier. Conversations halted as the towering creature approached, his fur glistening faintly under the lantern light.

Among the gathered crowd, a young vampire woman in a crimson dress turned toward him. Her pale skin seemed to glow faintly in the firelight, and her eyes, sharp and red, narrowed curiously. She placed a hand on her hip and smirked, fangs flashing slightly.

“Well, well… what’s that you’ve got there, big guy?” She asked teasingly, her tone light but edged with curiosity. “Did you pick something interesting during the attack.”

The Sasquatch grumbled something low and unintelligible, shaking his head. He held his massive arms protectively around whatever he carried.

That drew attention immediately.

The other inhabitants, Natives, beastmen, witches, and spirit creatures turned their gazes toward the commotion. Voices rose in suspicion. 

“What’s he hiding?” 

“Is he wounded?” 

“I think I see something yellow in there.”

A few more Sasquatches got closer, their glowing eyes flicking between their kin and the growing crowd. They exchanged a series of deep, guttural growls and rumbling sounds, an ancient tongue that vibrated through the air like rolling thunder.

“Grooowwl!” One of the older Bigfoots demanded to see in that strange, primal language.

The one carrying Asia shook his head violently, a protective growl rumbling deep from his chest. But his refusal only stirred more curiosity.

The vampire in red arched an eyebrow. “You’re hiding something from us now? That’s not like you, mountain friend.”

The murmurs spread like wildfire. Witches paused mid-chant, beastmen and werewolves raised their heads, and even the shamans tending to the wounded turned to look.

Finally, under the pressure of his kin, the Sasquatch released a frustrated rumble and slowly opened his massive arms.

Gasps and hisses filled the air.

There, in his shadow, stood a small, pale girl with golden hair and emerald eyes, dressed in a tattered cloak and clutching a worn satchel to her chest. The faint light of her cherubs, three tiny glowing orbs, floated nervously around her shoulders.

“An outsider!” Someone shouted.

“A human!” Cried another.

“Is she one of them!”

The crowd erupted.

Asia’s eyes widened as dozens of beings began moving toward her, some snarling, others reaching for her as panic and anger spread through the crowd.

“Wait!” She cried, but her voice was swallowed by the noise.

A werewolf lunged forward, teeth bared. “Kill her before she signals them! She’ll bring the government dogs here!”

But before anyone could touch her, the Sasquatch that had brought her here let out a roar that shook the entire settlement.

The ground trembled. The air quivered. Every creature froze as the massive guardian stepped between her and the crowd, his fur bristling and his glowing eyes locked in primal defiance. His enormous arms spread wide, blocking her from view.

“Grrruuuaaghhhhhh!” The sound was deafening and commanding.

Even the other Bigfoots hesitated, their instincts overriding their doubt.

Asia’s heart raced. She could feel the creature’s chest rumbling behind her like a living drum, each growl, a warning that promised violence if they took another step.

“No—please!” She shouted suddenly, forcing her way to the front. “Please, stop!”

Her voice, soft yet filled with emotion, carried through the silence that followed the roar. All eyes turned to her. Her small hands trembled, but her gaze was firm.

“I’m not here to bring trouble,” she said quickly. “I didn’t even know this place existed! I was just—just caught in your battle! I didn’t come to harm anyone!”

The crowd murmured uncertainly.

She took a breath, pressing her trembling hands to her chest. “I’m not with the government. I’m not with them at all. I… I came from Italy,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “I was a nun once. But even my own church hunts me now.”

That caused another stir. Several witches and shamans exchanged uneasy looks. “A nun?” someone whispered. “A member of the church just like those exorcists.”

“I know how that sounds,” Asia said quickly, her eyes wide and pleading. “But I swear to you, I mean no harm. I don’t care what happens to me, but please—let me help your wounded.” Her words were met with skeptical growls and angry murmurs.

Then, before the tension could rise again, the air shimmered around her.

Ikaros, Tia, and Luke, her three cherubs, shot forward in a flash of light, forming a protective triangle around their “mother.” Their halos glowed brighter, their small bodies trembling but brave as they chirped defiantly at the crowd.

The sight made everyone pause.

“What in the spirits’ name are those?” a beastman whispered.

“Spirit familiars?” A witch murmured.

“No… it’s something different.” Said a shaman, shielding his eyes slightly from their light.

The cherubs flared brighter, wings spread, their tiny voices chiming like bells. Even the most hardened monsters found themselves hesitating.

The Sasquatch turned toward his kin, growling in deep, guttural tones. The other Bigfoots replied in kind, their low voices rumbling like distant thunder. It was a strange, primal exchange of intent—an ancient language of growls, clicks, and roars that carried emotion more than words.

Asia could only watch, clutching her cross tightly, whispering a prayer under her breath.

Finally, after a long, tense moment, the leading Bigfoot, the largest among them, his fur streaked with silver, nodded once. He turned to the others, pounding a massive hand against his chest.

The other Bigfoots threw back their heads and roared together, the sound echoing across the hidden town like a declaration.

The other creatures froze. Even the vampires and werewolves lowered their weapons. Somehow, everyone understood.

The roars weren’t threats—they were commands. The Bigfoots were declaring something in their native tongue, a message that resonated in every heart present: “The blonde outsider is under our protection. Harm her, and you face us.”

The vampire in red let out a slow, low whistle. “Well,” she said, crossing her arms. “That’s… new.”

Asia blinked, overwhelmed. The Sasquatch behind her grunted softly and nudged her shoulder, as if to reassure her.

She smiled shakily, tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you…” she whispered.

The uneasy quiet that followed the Bigfoots’ declaration lingered over the town like a heavy mist. The crowd had dispersed, but the tension hadn’t. Eyes still followed Asia wherever she moved, some full of curiosity, others with open suspicion.

The Sasquatch that had brought her stood nearby, his hulking form like a silent mountain of muscle and fur. His black eyes never strayed far from her.

Asia, clutching her satchel tightly, bowed her head toward the gathered leaders of the settlement, Natives, witches, vampires, and spiritfolk alike. Her voice was soft, but it carried a determined strength. “Please… if I may ask again,” She began, her green eyes shimmering under the firelight. “Allow me to heal the injured. Those who fought… they need help.”

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

A werewolf barked bitterly, “You’ve got courage, human. We already let you stay, and now you want to touch our wounded?”

A witch with dark braids frowned deeply. “We have enough healers. Why should we trust your kind? Your faith has burned more of us than it’s ever saved.”

Asia flinched slightly but did not look away. “I understand,” she said softly. “Humans—especially the church—have wronged many. But I am no longer one of them. I was cast out for using my gift to heal those they called monsters.”

She pressed her hand to her chest. “Please… My Sacred Gear allows me to heal anyone, human, spirit, devils or beast. I don’t ask for trust, only the chance to help.”

The murmurs grew louder again, skeptical, angry, uncertain.

Then, from the edge of the gathering, the vampire in the red dress stepped forward. Her crimson eyes gleamed faintly beneath the lantern light, and her heels clicked against the dirt road as she approached. The air seemed to cool with her presence.

“Enough,” she said smoothly, her tone commanding without needing to shout. She stopped just a few feet from Asia, her gaze sharp and unreadable. “If she wants to heal the injured? Then we should just let her.”

Asia blinked in surprise. “You’ll… allow it?”

The vampire’s smile was thin and cold. “I’ll watch you,” she corrected. “If you try anything suspicious—if your light burns one of ours—I’ll tear your throat out myself, regardless of what the Sasquatch tribe says.”

That provoked an immediate reaction.

The Sasquatch who had brought Asia let out a furious roar that shook the nearby buildings. The ground trembled, and birds scattered from the treetops. He stepped forward, his massive hand curling into a fist the size of a boulder.

The vampire didn’t even flinch. Her eyes glowed brighter, her fangs glinting as she met the giant’s gaze. “Oh, don’t start growling at me, furball. We all know what happened the last time someone from the outside came here. I’m not risking another massacre because your kind got sentimental.”

The Sasquatch answered with a thunderous growl, the air vibrating with primal rage. The crowd tensed—some moving to intervene, others backing away in fear of another fight.

Asia quickly stepped between them, her small form dwarfed by both. “Please—stop!” she cried, raising her hands. “I mean no harm! If it helps, he can come with me. You can both watch me if it eases your fears!” Her voice trembled, but it carried sincerity that cut through the tension.

The vampire held the Sasquatch’s gaze for a long moment, then slowly exhaled and turned away. “Fine,” She said at last. “If the mountain wants to play guardian, let him.”

The Sasquatch grunted, still displeased, but resigned. He gave a final low growl that sounded like an ancient oath, then nodded once.

That was enough.

The rest of the settlement murmured among themselves before the eldest witch doctor raised her hand. “Fine, let her try,” the old woman said quietly. 

Asia bowed deeply. “Thank you. Truly.”

She clutched her cross and whispered a quick prayer, not for herself—but for the lives she hoped to save. Then, guided by the vampire and the Sasquatch, she entered the old saloon that had been converted into an infirmary.

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Saloon

Inside, the scent of blood, herbs, and burning incense filled the air. Tables had been pushed together to form makeshift beds. Shamans and witch doctors worked tirelessly, mixing potions and chanting under their breath as glowing runes hovered over the wounded.

When Asia stepped inside, the conversation died instantly.

All eyes turned toward her, the stranger, the human girl.

The vampire leaned against a support beam near the entrance, arms crossed. “Go on,” she said, voice smooth but watchful. “Let’s see what your so-called miracle can do.”

Asia knelt beside the first wounded man she saw—a Native shaman whose body was riddled with burns and bullet holes. His breathing was shallow; his spirit companion, a faint, flickering eagle of light, was fading beside him.

The witch doctors muttered among themselves. “He’s too far gone.” “His spirit’s breaking.” “Even our sigils can’t reach that deep.”

Asia pressed her hands together, closing her eyes. The cross around her neck shimmered faintly as her voice broke into quiet prayer. “Lord… lend me your light once more. Let this soul see dawn again.”

Her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing, awakened.

A golden radiance bloomed from her hands, soft and warm at first, then deepening to an ethereal white that filled the entire room. The light touched the wounded man, and his pain-wracked body began to relax. The burns faded, torn flesh knitting together with threads of divine light.

Gasps filled the room.

A witch doctor stepped forward, awe overtaking her skepticism. “That… that’s not elemental magic…”

But Asia didn’t stop there.

Her gaze fell upon another—a beastman who had lost his arm. His face was pale, his breathing weak. Asia crawled to him, tears stinging her eyes. “Hold on,” she whispered.

She placed her hands over his shoulder, and again, that soft light filled the air.

This time, it grew brighter—so bright that even the vampire squinted.

The entire room fell silent as, before their eyes, new flesh began to form where there had been none. Bone, muscle, sinew—reborn in glimmering gold.

The beastman let out a sharp gasp, his missing arm fully restored. He flexed his new fingers, trembling in disbelief.

“…By the spirits,” One witch doctor whispered. “She… she made it grow back.”

The vampire’s red eyes widened, the disbelief in her tone giving way to grudging admiration. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she murmured.

The Sasquatch standing nearby made a low sound, not a growl this time, but something softer, almost proud.

Asia wiped her brow, breathing heavily. “It’s alright now,” she whispered to the beastman. “You’re safe.”

Around her, every creature—witch, shaman, beast, and vampire—stared in stunned silence.

For the first time since the battle, hope flickered through the air.

And as the golden glow of her healing slowly dimmed, the settlement realized that the fragile, trembling human girl standing in their midst was no ordinary outsider. She was a miracle.

Finally done with all the commissions of the month. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes.This new story was commissioned by Dayfox, so do remember to thank him.