Angel Monarch

After the kissing incident, everyone got bored of Truth or Dare, so instead they sat back on the couch and played some video games.

Vicky, yet again, was unfamiliar with these types of games, so she never managed to win. Henry nearly let her once, but after giving him a chilling stare, he stopped holding back.

The games were nothing too exciting. They played a racing game, and a fighting one. They invented characters, all of which disregarded physical laws and moved in impossible ways.

To be honest, Vicky enjoyed these games a lot more than Truth or Dare. She laughed hard when everyone mocked and insulted each other playfully.

She found the friendly banter to be a new and exciting experience. They refrained from badmouthing her, though, which was kind of a bummer. She wanted them to treat her like they treat each other.

But Vicky also knew that they weren't close enough. She hoped in the future she could fully integrate herself, so she could have true friends of her age.

They continued to play for a few more hours, but eventually they all got tired, except for Vicky. She could've stayed awake, playing for days, but sadly her friends didn't have the same Evolved constitution. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Each of them took a quick shower. Everyone had spare clothes at Henry's home, except Vicky, who had to borrow some from Lydia.

The smaller girl's clothes didn't fit her well at all, but she was still grateful for her kindness. Lydia probably would've rather slept naked, giving away her only clothes, just so Vicky could wear it.

After showring they all went to Henry's bedroom. It was gigantic. The room's sizable bed easily held them all, yet barely took up space.

The bedroom had its own lounge area, with its own Holo-Screen and video game console. His wardrobe alone could be a bedroom on its own. His closets and chests overflowed with toys, many never used.

He also had a desk with its own Screen. Neat piles of papers, books, and notebooks were stacked atop one another.

The room was really tidy, everything in perfect order. It reflected Henry's personality to a great extent. It was the room of a kind, calm person who definitely had a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder when it came to keeping everything under his control.

They all crawled inside the bed, then with a voice command henry turned off the lights. Unlike how Vicky expected, they didn't go to sleep immediately after darkness consumed the room.

Instead, they began chatting with each other. They joked about teachers at school, made fun of each other. Vicky couldn't remember when she laughed so hard.

She wished the night stay endless however, everyone eventually quieted as they drifted into deep slumber.

Vicky laid next to Henry, and when she was sure he wouldn't notice, she gently hugged him from the side. A subtle smile touched her lips as sleep claimed her, and she entered the realm of dreams and nightmares.

…

Her dreams during the night were quite strange. She saw a young adult with white hair walking hand-in-hand with a tall, regal, golden-haired man. She saw only their backs, unaware of their identities.

The woman's hug ended their shared giggle, then both disappeared. With their disappearance, the dream changed too.

The second felt less dreamlike, more terrifying. She found herself in a dark room, alone. Her body trembled from the cold, fear and desperation consuming her.

In the darkness, her eyes only perceived one object. On the far wall, a lone wooden door stayed closed. Its outline shined with warm light.

Vicky stood up, and walked towards it, but every time she reached forward, the door moved away further. Again and again, the same result.

After a while, she found herself running, sprinting towards the door. Her desperation reached its peak, and she screamed her frustration.

Then she noticed movement in her peripheral vision. Deep within the darkness, a pair of human eyes stared out, scaring her. Vicky's dream dissolved before she could identify its owner. However, two words kept echoing in her head: "Wake Up!"

The third was a normal dream again. She again saw the white- haired woman; however, now she appeared much younger. Vicky saw everything from the front this time, so she easily recognized herself.

She seemed about fourteen. Her adolescent figure was already showing. She was taller, more beautiful, and her figure was perfect in her own eyes.

Just with one glance, she immediately grew excited by the idea of her future self's looks. In fact, she was so absorbed in herself; she didn't even see what her future self held in her hands.

A one-year-old baby with short brownish-gold hair and golden-hazel eyes. From just one look, Vicky somehow knew the baby's gender. It was a boy, a beautiful baby boy.

She felt a strange connection with the boy, but couldn't figure out why. Nothing else happened in the dream. Her future self continued to smile, and soon the dream fell apart, leaving the same two words behind: "Wake Up!"

That voice sounded familiar, yet its owner's identity eluded her. Still, it wasn't like she could end her dreams.

The fourth dream arrived, resembling a nightmare again, although it had a different tone.

Vicky stood in a city. Fire consumed the surrounding houses, or had already destroyed them completely. Screams echoed down the streets, mixed with sounds of fighting. A few explosions shook the ground, and in the middle of it all, Vicky heard chanting.

The language wasn't anything she knew, but it felt old, something from the world before the Last War, maybe even before the Age of Space.

The words' meaning evaded her, but she felt their intent, their emotion. Whoever was chanting, they were going to war. They sounded inhumane, rough, hellish. Vicky knew they were some other race, definitely not human.

The screams came towards her just as the sound of chanting intensified. People appeared on the street's end, running desperately from the voices.

They ran past Vicky, like she didn't even exist. Hundreds of human, wearing strange clothes. It was like a bedsheet wrapped around their bodies. They also wore sandals, which proved hard to run with.

A few men seemed like soldiers. They wore scaled shoulder and body armor, and a few even had helmets on. Some held short swords, others carried spears and shields, but all of them were running from the threat behind.

It took Vicky a few more seconds to finally lay eyes upon the creatures. They were monstrous beings between 2,5 and 3 meters. Behind them, a pair of gigantic bat-like wings spread, carrying them towards mayhem and slaughter with ease.

They wore hellish black heavy armor. From their helmets, horns protruded out, revealing their identity to Vicky. Their wicked weapons broke human bodies with ease, and they seemed to enjoy the sight of death, blood, and gore.

The demons casually chased after the humans while chanting. They weren't even running, like they enjoyed the chase and the sound of screams more than delivering death.

They were closing in where Vicky stood, when suddenly they stopped. Their chanting abruptly turned silent, and their entire demeanor changed. They turned towards the sky, a deep growl reverberating through the surroundings.

Vicky watched in awe as the dark sky above the city spilt open. A bright light shined from its depths and with it, thousands of angelic forms descended.

Their divine, white-feathered wings carried them gracefully towards the battleground below. They wore intricate golden armor and weapons burning with heavenly fire.

From all over the city, a different chanting rose, and with it, every single demon took flight. It didn't take long for the two forces to meet and deliver death to their foes.

Corpses rained down as the demons and angels fought. The sound of fighting within the city grew as well, since not every angel or demon died in the fall. Some only had broken wings, while others had more deadly wounds.

The fighting eventually reached the street where Vicky stood. The few surviving humans got caught in the fight, and that's when she realized the angels weren't their saviours at all.

They watched them die and even killed humans if they got in their divine way. Each angel was there with a single purpose, and that wasn't protecting, but the opposite… The wanted to eradicate demons and like true warriors, they did their best.

The angels outnumbered the demons heavily, and it seemed the lights from heaven brought strength to allies and weakened foes.

In the sky, less than a hundred demons still fought when something changed. Vicky smelt something strange in the air, a mix of blood, metal and sweat, the smells of war and fighting.

With curiosity and concern, she turned around. A few kilometers away, atop a hill's ridgeline, she saw a lone rider watching over the city.

He sat on a fiery horse, colored with blood. In his hand, a giant greatsword awaited the slaughter. His armor hid his face except his eyes, which held a deep satisfaction within its depths

The man's blood-red eyes scanned the city until it landed on Vicky. He turned his head for a moment, then raised his enormous greatsword, pointing it right at her.

"WAKE UP!" she heard the voice more clearly than ever, and she finally remembered who the voice belonged to… The Huntress…