Between The Light And The Darkness: Gachuti Blood

The tranquility that once inhabited the forest was once again shattered, only this time it was Gachuti who caused the disturbance.

"I'm half-demon."

His trembling voice was a prelude to what was to come, for in his eyes, small droplets formed and, in the same instant, tears streamed down his face without stopping.

"So just leave me alone..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a warm and comforting embrace enveloped him.

"Rosary?"

"You can cry."

"But the people of the village..."

"What matters is that Grandpa and I accept you."

Unable to bear it any longer, his hands faltered and his sword slipped to the ground. His knees were the next to go.

A few minutes later.

"Finally, he's asleep."

Rosary was playing with Gachuti's hair as he slept in her lap.

"Sleep as long as you want, Gachuti."

This moment was interrupted by a white wolf with red eyes and a flower symbol.

"Grandpa, you can come out."

Thijou came out from behind a tree, wearing his usual clothes and a smile of someone who had been caught.

"Oh, my granddaughter, you really like Gachuti?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I would like you to have this."

Thijou approached and handed Rosary two silver rings with a rose symbol.

"Wait, this is..."

"Yes, it's your parents' ring."

"But why?"

"This is what they would have wanted."

That night.

The full moon shone in all its splendor, illuminating a temple with a young man and an old man. The old man was kneeling, praying, while the young man watched.

"... Protect my grandchildren and my village, amen."

"Amen. Which God do you pray to, Thijou?"

"God Riflat, the god of today."

"What do you mean, the god of today?"

Thijou got up and walked out, stopping beside him, and put his hand on Gachuti's shoulder.

"It's simple. I believe that it's not just because someone was bad yesterday that they will be bad today."

"I think I understand."

Ten months later.

A large bowl was filled with blood that mixed with the drops from the ceiling, but a hooded man was kneeling in front of the bowl.

"... OD ONIÔMED o enroter, oicífircas omoc oproc uem esu, remert atenalp o áraf onroter eus O..."

Several bell tolls interrupted the rest of the man's sentence.

"This dream again, but the sound of bells???"

The whole scene dissolved into darkness as the moonlight illuminated Gachuti's face, who gradually woke up and was still confused by sleep.

"Bells, why bells? What does that mean? Wait... THE WARNING BELLS!!!"

On such a calm and serene night, with the moonlight making the summer leaves more beautiful than before, in normal situations, a beauty, but now, a simple detail.

"Come on, I have to be faster!"

On such a beautiful night, the sound of someone running disrupted this orchestra of nature. However, Gachuti continued in a frenzy, running towards the village gate, which was closed.

"Damn it, I'll have to..."

In a quick and focused movement, Gachuti's sword was drawn from its sheath and a cyan flame covered the blade. A cut was made in the chains of the gate that burned, but froze, and with a kick in the air, Gachuti managed to enter, but incredulous at what he saw.

"Slimes!?"