Kael's Chosen Girl

Last night's events still echo in my mind. That red-haired man felt so real, yet it was impossible for him to come and go as he pleased. Unless, he wasn't human. "Vaelora," I heard Saga call my name. I turned to him stiffly, "Y-yes?" "I've been calling you, Miss, but you only turned when I said your name." He replied. We were on our way to the office; Saga had picked me up this time. My security had suddenly become tighter than usual; I was sure this was Alaric's request. "Is something bothering you?" Saga asked. His eyes stared at me through the hanging rear-view mirror, occasionally. Clearly, something was bothering me. That red-haired man with red eyes haunted my thoughts. I felt like he had always been near me all this time, that feeling just came out of nowhere. "No, I'm just tired," I replied. I could hear his breathing from here, even though he was driving in front and I was sitting in the back. "Tonight, I have to make sure you get home safely," Saga said. "Alright

Since that day, I have often encountered Kael, and he frequently follows me, even unintentionally. He says he wants to make sure I am alright. Even though Saga is protecting me, he does not seem to care. What is the purpose of his actions? If my name is indeed written in the book related to him, why did he not explain it in detail from the beginning? During that time, I saw him as an ordinary human being. He even looked like a man who was unfamiliar with the world. Perhaps it was because he was hundreds of years old and couldn't adapt to modern advances? Kael followed me, and now we were sitting together in a café. "Aren't you hungry?" I asked Kael. It was lunchtime, and he seemed unable to stay away from me. It's my lunch break, and he seems unable to stay away from me. "I don't eat and drink like you greedy humans." Huh? His answer was really annoying. "Just do normal things. In my eyes, you're no different from me now." He furrowed his brow, staring at my d

I was injured when I stepped out of the ritual circle. My legs were bleeding from the iron bonds that had been forcibly broken. Kaelith looked worried, but he couldn’t step out of the circle; the ritual was almost over, and Kael was using his remaining strength to save me. “Kaelith, please, don’t do this,” I said to him, my tears now flowing uncontrollably. “If I leave here, you’ll be destroyed too; I can’t.” Kaelith’s voice sounded desperate. Red began to lose his form, as if his skin were peeling away piece by piece, vanishing like dust. I stepped closer as the ritual circle around me had vanished, whilst Kael’s remained. I tried to untie all the iron chains binding him, but it was in vain. They wouldn’t budge, as if locked so tightly. “Kael, please, we have to get out of here,” I said to him. Kael shook his head slowly; his hands were bound, yet he still managed to lift them to cup my cheeks. His cold hands touched my cheeks gently. My tears flowed again, as did K

For the past month, I haven’t dared to go into the archive room. It’s all because of what happened that night; it left me with a deep sense of trauma. I still think of Kaelith every night; that man has a caring side which, when I think back on it, is very sweet. Even though he knew I was his victim, he made sure I was all right. He tried to keep me away from Red even though he knew it would be in vain, to the point where he sacrificed himself for me, even though I was the one destined for that. But today I miss him terribly—his deep, seductive voice, his touch that was cool yet still felt soft, and his distinctive scent. I remember when he smiled in the café, looking pleased after trying the food I’d ordered for him. He seemed genuine, not at all frightening, and looked perfectly normal. Just like any decent man. Today I plucked up the courage to visit the archive room again, opening my family’s ancient book once more. The contents were still the same, yet something had

I waited for a while, but nothing happened. The ritual symbols on the floor didn’t light up like they did when Red performed the ritual in the building that night. What’s gone wrong? Which method should I try so I can perform the ritual just like I did then? Should I cut my hand and use blood to activate the ritual symbols? I’m wasting my time; Kaelith will never come back. I tried to erase the ritual symbols I’d drawn, but it turned out they’d become permanent. This is mad; even when I tried to wash them away with water, they wouldn’t fade. “Damn it, what if Mum or Alaric find out about this? What can I use to cover it up?” I searched the room for some old cloth, hoping to use it to cover up the ritual circle. I locked the archive room door again with the ancient book I’d brought in secretly; I had to take it to Vaeltharion Corp tomorrow. Perhaps there might be a clue from that fake Kael. After putting the ancient book away in my room, I returned the archive room key