Crimson Hair girl

I was nothing.

Just a rat in the shadows. A worthless ghost trailing behind them, watching. Always watching. 

From a distance, I saw the cycle repeat— over and over. 

A village standing.

A village burning.

Screams swallowed by the night. 

They looted. They pillaged. They killed.

Then they went home, arms full, stomachs full— while the world they left behind turned to ash.

 And I? I did nothing.

 I only followed. 

Not to fight. Not to stop them. But because I had nowhere else to go. 

By the time I finally realized it, countless years had already slipped through my fingers.

 Finally One night, during their raid on a small village— I messed up. 

In the chaos, I got swept up with the villagers, running for their lives. But I fell behind. And then— They saw me. The killers closed in, surrounding me like a pack of wolves. Rough hands grabbed my collar, yanking me into their circle. Six men. Towering over me like wolves closing in on a wounded animal.

A fist drove into my stomach. Pain exploded. I coughed. My vision blurred. My body trembled—but not from the cold. They studied me in silence. Their faces were unreadable, void of anger, void of hatred. Just blank. Then— I saw it.

 A single tear. 

Trailing down the cheek of one of them. Yet his face remained the same. Expressionless. Emotionless. Like the tear was meaningless. Like it was just… there.

 Seeing a smallest opening, I slipped through and ran—

 Ran with everything I had. Even though I knew… there was no escape.  I ran, even though I knew it was hopeless. Footsteps thundered behind me. Shadows closed in.

 Five. Six. More.

 Nowhere to go.

 I stopped. After coming this far after all this year’s of doing nothing… I accepted it. I accepted my defeat. That’s how pathetic I am… as a human. My breath slowed. My hands stopped shaking. I closed my eyes.

"I thought it was the end of what I'd been through all these years—a pathetic, tragic end."

But all of a sudden, everything went completely and unnaturally silent.

As i opened my eye.

Not a single scream. Not a single cry of pain. Yet, The bodies of those who had gathered around me just moments ago fell before me, one after another.

As if their deaths had been granted with a strange kindness—swift, silent, and absent of suffering.

Not out of cruelty, not out of mercy, but as if the one who took their lives wished to spare them from pain itself.

And when the last man before me collapsed, he too fell without a sound—peacefully, as if simply drifting into sleep.

 And then— her.

 Standing in the middle of it all.

 Bathing in their blood.

 Pale white skin, almost glowing under the moonlight.Long, flowing red hair, stained with streaks of crimson.Eyes—deep, sharp, glowing like dying embers.

   The wind howled, lifting her long red hair into the air. The blue moonlight bathed her in an eerie glow, highlighting the blood dripping from her fingertips.

Her crimson eyes met mine--not with bloodthirsty intent, but with something far more unfathomable.

Yet, she was the very being who had just wiped out countless lives in an instant.

And I… I was nothing more than a weak, insignificant human.

I stood there, trembling.

At the moment my pathetic mind and the weak body just keep telling me to run away

So like all this year's like I've been doing all along I ran I ran away again as if it's the only means to escape everything

I ran away from her.

 My heart pounded, my breath ragged, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

 Yet, as I glanced back—she wasn’t moving.

 She just stood there, staring.

 Her crimson eyes locked onto me, unblinking, unreadable.

 The world blurred around me as I pushed forward, my legs carrying me toward the open plains just outside that small town.

 A vast field of grass stretched before me, swaying gently in the wind.

 My strength gave out.

 I collapsed.

 Gasping for breath, I turned my head to the sky, my vision spinning.

 And when I looked up—

 She was already there right behind me

A girl with pale skin and long crimson hair that flows down her back, slightly messy yet effortlessly beautiful. 

She raised her hand toward me, but not with menace and then she smiled. Bright. Innocent. 

 Then, in a broken, childlike voice, she spoke:

 “My… name, Strixx.”

 Her head tilted slightly, as if searching for the right words.

 “Strixx is demon… but… no worry!”

 “Strixx is friend. . Strixx… likes human.”

She says with a reassuring smile.

 I could only stare. Frozen. Disoriented.

 This demon—the one who had just wiped out the very people who destroyed everything I loved 

In an instant, they were gone. No struggle, no screams, just silence.

And yet, standing before me now, she looked harmless.

 Like a child who didn’t understand what she had just done. 

I swallowed hard. My voice barely came out.

 “I heard demons are prideful, ruthless creatures… that they know nothing but violence, ruled only by power.”

 Strixx blinked, tilting her head again, as if confused by my words.

  I clenched my fists. The words tumbled out before I could stop them. 

“Hey  I want to know something.”

 Strixx perked up, tilting her head with a curious blink. “Hm? Human…you want something?… know from Strixx?”

 I hesitated, then took a step forward. My voice was unsteady, but my question was clear.

 “Tell me… how are you able to kill without any hesitation?”

 The wind howled. The blood beneath our feet began to soak into the earth.

 I continued.

 “The people you just killed… they were the ones who slaughtered my loved ones .For years, I followed them… clinging to my vengeance, waiting for a chance. But I couldn’t do a damn thing—just watch. And at some point… I didn’t even understand what I was doing anymore.

 and yet, in the end, I almost died by their hands.

 “But you… you killed them like it was nothing. How?

 Strixx stared at me, blinking slowly.

 Then, with a simple shrug, she said:

 “Strixx… knows little human language.”

 She placed a finger to her lips, thinking.

But Strixx knows.They ..not human.Strixx did not kill them.Strixx set them free.

 My breath caught. A chill ran down my spine. “What?” I whispered. “Not human? What do you mean?”

 But before I could finish, Strixx suddenly cut me off.

 Her head tilted, her crimson eyes wide with curiosity.

 “Vengeance…?”

 She said the word as if tasting it for the first time.

 Then, with pure, honest confusion—she asked: 

“Strixx… does not understand.

 What is vengeance?”