Aura

A beautiful, rusted voice raced across the ground, leaving the wind
twisting in its wake. “That’s my job.” Every face—even that of the vampire
in the cage, who seemed to forget the pain of his wounds—turned to the young
man in black astride his horse. Each face took on an expression of wonder.
With the sunlight spilling through gaps in the clouds for his backdrop,
this youth of a beauty rarely seen in the world glared down at them from his mount.

The instant they set eyes on his beauty, the men burned with envy, and
the women became slaves of desire. However, in the next instant, those
higher emotions were effortlessly blown away, and an ineffable terror took
hold of the dark recesses of their psyches. It was a terror instilled by the
unearthly aura of the Nobility.

The crowd parted, and D arrived at the stage without meeting so much
as a second’s delay.
Easily taking the spear from Fern and Lina, who’d both retained a
steady grip on it, he asked, “So, what do we do?”

“Oh,” Fern responded, his bonds of paralysis finally melted by D’s
voice. “I don’t know where the hell you’ve been up till now, but it sure is
nice to see that at least you didn’t run off with your tail between your legs.
This is just perfect. No matter how you slice it, you were gonna be out of a
job anyway. If you’re a Hunter, then act like one and give us a show before
you’re on your way. Right, Mayor?”

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