The city buzzed with its usual chaos, honking cars, chattering pedestrians, and the distant hum of life, until a deafening screech tore through the air. Tires squealed against asphalt, followed by a sickening crunch as a truck veered wildly off the road.
The sound of a vehicle crashing through plowed through a sidewalk, scattering debris and screams in it's wake and immidietly a crowd surged toward the wreckage, their voices overlapping in a frantic cacophony.
"What happened?!" A woman shrieked, clutching her purse as she stumbled closer.
"Oh my God, look at the truck, it's totaled!" A man shouted, pointing at the mangled vehicle now embedded into a storefront.
"There might be people hurt! Someone call an ambulance!" Another voice cried, trembling with panic.
Amid the chaos, whispers began to piece together the tragedy.
"The driver, he was swerving all over the place." A man in a delivery uniform said, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted the scene. "I saw him coming down the street, and then turning like he didn't even know where he was. He then just lost control and just...barreled right through. Smashed into everything, sidewalk, signs, all of it."
A woman, her hair frazzled from running over, clutched her phone to her chest and interrupted, her voice sharp with worry. "Wait, wait, hold on a second. Was anyone in its path? I mean, this is downtown, there's always people walking around here...Is everyone safe? Please tell me no one got hurt."
The delivery guy turned to her, his face paling as he shook his head slowly. "No, it's not that simple. I was right there, unloading boxes, and I saw it all go down. There were three people on that sidewalk, right in the line of fire."
"A high school kid and a girl about his age, maybe his friend or something. She had her earbuds in, didn't even see it coming. And then there was this little girl, couldn't have been more than ten or eleven, skipping along with a ribbon bouncing in her hair."
"They were just...There. Right where that truck was headed. No time to run, no warning, nothing."
The woman's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide. "Oh my God, no...don't tell me—"
"But listen..." The guy cut in, holding up a hand as if to steady the growing panic around him. "That boy, he did something unreal. I've never seen anything like it. The truck was maybe two seconds from flattening them all, and he just...reacted."
"He shoved the high school girl hard to the left, sent her tumbling into the grass, and then grabbed the little girl with his other arm and threw her out of the way...Both at the same time, like he didn't even think about it. It was so fast, I barely processed what I was seeing."
A ripple of relief washed through the crowd. "Thank God." An older man with a gray beard muttered, his voice gruff but shaky. "Those girls...They're okay, then? They made it?"
"The girls are alright." The delivery guy said simply, his tone flat as he stared at the ground.
"Thank goodness." The woman echoed, pressing a hand to her heart. "That's a miracle. That boy, he's a hero, isn't he? Saved them both."
But the delivery guy's expression shifted, his shoulders slumping as a heavy silence settled over him. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes. "Yeah, about that...The boy, he didn't get out of it. That truck hit him full, on."
"It caught him right after he pushed them, no chance to dodge and sent him flying, like a ragdoll. He landed over there, by the park, slammed into a tree and just...dropped."
The crowd erupted into gasps, a chorus of horror and disbelief spilling out.
"Oh my God, what?"
"You mean he he got hit? After all that?"
"What happened to him?" The older man demanded, stepping closer, his bushy brows knitting together. "Is he okay? Did anyone check on him?"
"Is he alright?" The woman added, her tone frantic now. "Someone's got to be over there with him, right? The ambulance is coming, I hear the sirens. He's got to be okay, doesn't he? He saved them!"
The delivery guy didn't respond right away. His eyes wandered, and he shoved his hands into his pockets, his gaze drifting across the street toward the park.
A smaller cluster of people had gathered there, their silhouettes dark against the green of the grass, circling something, or someoneon the ground.
"I don't know." He said finally, his voice low and rough. "I didn't see him get up. He hit that tree hard, too hard. They're over there with him now, but..." He trailed off, letting the unspoken hang heavy in the air.
Across the street, where the chaos of the crash faded into the quieter green of the park just as the delivery guy had described, the boy who looked to be in university had slammed into the gnarled trunk of an old oak tree, his body now slumped lifeless against its rough bark.
Even in death, he looked rather handsome with solid features, and long, messy black hair that framed his still face.
Beside him, a girl knelt in the dirt, her hands clutching desperately at his chest. Her sobs came in jagged, frantic bursts, tears streaming down her face as she pressed her forehead against his torn jacket.
"No, no, no! Please, wake up!...Y-You can't, you can't do this!" She wailed, her voice full of tears and breaking with every word.
It was the same girl his age that he'd saved, the one with the earbuds, who'd been shoved out of the truck's path just moments before and it was clear she wasn't just some random stranger. The way she clung to him, the way her fingers curled into his shirt like she could will him back to life, made it clear she was more, maybe a close friend, a companion, or even something deeper, a lover.
Her grief was a visceral thing, spilling out in messy, uncontrollable waves.
...But the thing was anyone would cry for a friend who'd sacrificed themselves so selflessly, and at first glance, the sight wasn't surprising.
It was heartbreaking, yes, but expected, a natural outpouring of sorrow for a hero lost too soon.
But what was surprising, what was extremely strange was the crowd that had gathered around them.
Dozens of people had trickled over from the crash site, drawn by the commotion, forming a loose semicircle around the tree...Yet, for some reason, their eyes weren't fixed on the boy, the one who'd given his life to save two others.
No, they weren't even glancing at his crumpled form. Instead, they stared, almost tranced, at the girl sobbing over him.
Their expressions also weren't ones of pity or concern like you would accept to give a victim of a accident.
No, instead they were dazed, awestruck, as if they were witnessing something divine. A few even fumbled for their phones, snapping photos of her, the soft click of camera shutters cutting through her cries.
It was bizarre, unnerving...The boy lay there, lifeless and ignored, while the girl, striking, yes, with long, vibrant pink hair tied in a twintail over her shoulders like silk, and piercing blue eyes shimmering with tears, became the sole focus of their attention.
Her features were delicate yet alluring: high cheekbones flushed with emotion, a smattering of freckles across her nose, and those eyes, so vivid they seemed to glow even through her grief.
Her full figure, particularly her bust, was pronounced, adding to a overwhelming sex appeal that radiated from her, almost like a succubus. She was stunning, the kind of beauty that could command attention on an ordinary day, but this wasn't ordinary.
This was a tragedy, and still, they gawked at her like she was an idol, a goddess descended into their midst.
...One or two people staring might've made sense.
She was gorgeous, after all, her presence magnetic even in despair.
But every single person in that growing crowd, men, women, young, old, did the same.
They'd arrive, take in the scene with a fleeting moment of shock at the boy's broken body, and then, almost instantly, their gazes would snap to her.
...But in reality it was only natural that they were looking at her.
Even in the middle of such a tragedy, with a boy's broken body lying lifeless at the base of the tree, it only made sense their gazes couldn't help but drift toward her.
Not because they were heartless, not because they ignored the sacrifice that had just taken place before their very eyes, but because she was who she was.
She wasn't just any university girl on the streets.
She was the daughter of Yelena Dimitrivitchz Heavensblade, 'the Blade Maiden of Void and Decay' and one of the Five Battle Angels, the legendary warriors who had saved this world from total annihilation.
That's why they looked at her like that, as if she were a living testament to a miracle etched into their collective memory.
Her beauty, her legacy, it transcended the human, hinting at something celestial.
But who were these battle angels, and how had they rescued humanity from extinction?
To grasp that, one need to rewind eighty years, to the days when the world teetered on the edge of oblivion and somehow survived in a miraculous turn of events...
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Hey guys, just to let you know this is a novel for people who love Milfs and Yanderes and will be full of romance, comedy, adventures and oyakadons...if you know what I mean.
But unlike my other stories if you've read them, it won't be focused on lemons scenes and will be more along the lines of a exciting harem romance with nurturing milfs, bat-shit crazy daughters, and a very overpowered and competent MC.
Now, if that's what you like, stick along for the ride and enjoy the story!