HDXD: Omni Harem System-Chapter 46: Black Wing Angel I

"How the hell did things get like this?"

The thought raced through Kiera’s mind, her breath ragged, her legs burning, her arms trembling from exhaustion as she carried her younger sister in her arms. Blood dripped down her left arm, warm and slick, but she couldn’t tell if it was hers or her sister’s anymore.

The darkness of the night pressed in around them, the great miasma mist thick with the scent of blood and death. Shadows moved within it...horrible, chittering figures, their insectoid limbs scraping against the ground, the gnashing of mandibles growing louder.

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She felt her sister twitch in her arms, her breathing shallow, faint whimpers escaping her lips. Nyla was unconscious, her body limp, both her legs missing below the knees, her arms reduced to bleeding stumps, as if something had bitten them clean off.

Kiera had tried, tried so damn hard to stop the bleeding, to keep her alive. But with each step she took, with each heartbeat hammering in her ears, she knew their chances of survival were dwindling.

A few days ago, they were just two young princesses of the Umbra Clan. Now, they were nothing more than food for their chasers.

"..aaaAAHHHH.... DAMMMIT... Whywhywhy!!...

She shouted out, given she had no other way of venting her frustration.

The Umbra Clan was born of war and necessity. Four hundred years ago, two broken beast clans found themselves bound together.

The Alpha Clan, a tribe of exiled werewolves, and the Mors Clan, an all-female race of Nekomata blessed by the Divine Spirit of Fertility.

The Nekomata, unable to bear the idea of their bloodline ending, forced the werewolves into servitude, their wombs disregarding the infertility curse placed upon the outcasts. And so, a new race was born...the Suicidal Nekowolves.

Stronger, faster, and more ruthless than their predecessors, they were the perfect blend of predator and beast.

But strength meant nothing in the face of the Bloom.

A month ago, a mysterious disease took root in their village.

It ravaged their people like wildfire, killing more than sixty percent of the population. It twisted their kin into monsters.

The werewolves went feral, losing themselves to bloodlust, while the Nekomata fell into an unnatural slumber, their bodies unmoving, their mind lost somewhere beyond reach.

Their mother, Kaguya Inazuma, the Matriarch of the Umbra Clan, fought to keep them together, but even she was heavily wounded. Their father, Asander Mewroar, had succumbed to the Bloom entirely, locked in a coma, yet was slowly dying.

And now, they were alone.

When the first wave of Superficials invaded the weakened village, they fought. Night after night, Kiera held a sword in her hand, spilling blood to protect what little remained of her people.

But tonight... tonight was different.

Tonight, the strongest of them came.

"Kiera, take your sister and run."

Her mother’s voice echoed in her mind, the memory still fresh, that final, desperate command as the monstrous army swarmed the village.

Antmen...

Flesh-eating, Type 1 Superficials, their dark purple chitinous bodies glistening beneath the neon green hues of Monster World night sky, as they poured into their home like an unending tide.

Kaguya had stood at the forefront, her body battered, her expression unreadable as she raised her claws and leaped into battle.

Kiera had hesitated.

But then she looked down at Nyla, her little sister barely holding onto life, and she knew what she had to do.

She ran.

And ran.

And ran.

And ran...but it wasn’t enough.

Her mother told her to find the nearest transport shrine, which would take her to Minerva village, where she could get help from the locals.

But even though she reached it, to her despair, she found the shrine in complete ruins, as it was destroyed.

As such, she had no choice but tan aimlessly wander with her sister. truly, all she could do was cry for help.

Futile as it is, she cried and cried and cried.

"SOMEONE HELP US.... PLEASE!!"

"...MY SISTER AT LEAST HER!!...

However, no one responded; hell, everyone was too busy fending for themselves.

And to make matters worse, Kiera was getting tired. Carrying her sister and running away from these Superficial’s really took a toll on her.

The enemies were catching up; no, they had already caught her.

Because in that next instance...

The Antmen burrowed beneath them, emerging from the ground in bursts of dirt and stone, cutting off every escape route. They screeched, their mandibles clacking hungrily, their dark, soulless eyes locking onto them like they were already meat.

Kiera skidded to a halt, her chest heaving as she realized they were surrounded.

"Nooo."

She whispered, shaking her head, clutching Nyla tighter.

This couldn’t be how they died.

She wondered, als though reality was one cold bitch.

Because right after, one lunged at Kiera.

She twisted away, barely dodging as its jaws snapped where her shoulder had been moments ago. She spun on her heel, claws extending from her fingers as she swiped at the next. Her strike landed, slicing through the creature’s exoskeleton, but before she could move, another leaped onto her from behind, knocking her to the ground, causing her to drop her sister.

And then it bit down, holding her down, as the creature fore her entire, left arm off.

Its mandibles clamped down on her arm, crunching through flesh and bone. Kiera howled in agony as blood sprayed across the dirt, her body convulsing in great agony. The pain was unbearable as her vision began to blur.

"aaaAAHHAAAAGGaaaAAaaa!!"

A deafening scream escaped her mouth, tears bursting out her eyes.

"No... no, no, no!"

She sobbed, trying to crawl towards her fallen sister, but her limbs were failing her. The Antmen soon swarmed closer, their bodies moving in eerie unison, their antennae twitching as they sensed her growing weakness.

’"...I-I... some.. help..

Her voice weak as the Antmen poison settled into her bloodstreams quickly.

Tears streaked her dirt-covered face.

Her breaths were shallow now, her body going cold as her life spilled onto the earth. Her fingers twitched, reaching for Nyla, but she knew deep down she wouldn’t make it.

This was it, really and truly, the situation spell death in the truest sense.

However, luck, fate, or whatever force was at work did not give up on them because, because in that moment, that’s when she saw it.

Or rather him.