Balance

It was a slaughter.

Members of the Order laid broken, battered, too many dead as he walked among the bodies, seeking out any sparking auras of those fighting to be alive.

To stay alive.

Disappointment etched on the dark face as he spotted a light purple aura streaked with red and black.

A balanced aura.

He knew that aura.

He could hear the yelling of the owner of half of that aura.

The Sinner’s Balancer.

Heavy boots came to a stop before a pile of bodies. He shifted some aside, uncovering the young exorcist he was after.

Blood streaked her bruised face as two fingers felt a fluttering heartbeat.

“Rosette!” Chrono shouted among the din, neither of them spotted due to the fire and smoke.

The Balancer was almost tiny in his arms as Father Remington stood and walked out of the smoke, immediately spied by Chrono, who almost fell apart.

The demon knew she wasn’t dead because the Balance wasn’t broken.

“Take her from me.”