Arlott

A human-demon hybrid wielding two spears and thirsting for vengeance against the Church and demons. Ostracized for this half-demon and half-human lineage, young Arlott joined the Demons in the Barren Lands but was betrayed by his demonic brothers during the battle. However, after being seriously injured, he was saved by a human named Mila. During their time together, Mila's innocence and sincerity gradually changed her view of humans. This did not last, however, as the Church of Light executed Mila for heresy. Arlott massacred every living soul in the Church before dumping Mila's body in the forest by the lake. ===Quo Vadis?=== What did the half-demon Arlott endure that turned him against the Church and demons? While grievously injured, Arlott met someone who redeemed his wandering, demonic heart, and gave him the only warmth and light he had ever known in his life... What is the story between them? Let’s unravel Arlott’s story together to find out more! This road was familiar to him.

The path divides into three distinct directions. To the south are the Drylands. To the north, Lumina City, the place he had left. Clusters of stars twinkled in the sky above him. A year before, he had laid down in the grass and observed these same stars. Everything became blurry. A cart stopped in front of him. Someone, or something, was trying to shake him out of his stupor. His eyes refused to focus. Was it a human or some demon? Never mind. Lying there, on death's doorstep, everything he had ever seen in this world began to converge into one.

The figure was human. Finally, it was clear. He tried to raise his hand and brush the strands of hair from their faces, but his hand was like an anvil and remained pinned to the ground.

He did not have a great affinity with humans, as his appearance often led to him being ridiculed. They denigrated his mother, saying that only a most filthy woman would sleep with a beast and give birth to someone like him. In truth, he had never known his mother and had no memories of her. His father was also unknown to him. For as long as he could remember, he had spent his life drifting from village to village within the borders of the Moniyan Empire. The villagers had descended into mass hysteria and chased him from his final resting place, forcing him into the predicament he is in now.

He headed south to the Drylands, where he was accepted into a small group of demons. Thus, he spent his childhood training with the other demons and fighting in their battles. Not once did he ask a question of any kind. He was alive and that was all that mattered.

He became a warrior, always searching for a place he could belong. Double spears were his weapon of choice. Combat becomes his only occupation, his reason for existing. When Alice arrived in the Drylands to recruit members for the demonic forces, he chose to enlist. It didn't take long for his bravery in battle to make him a captain. Under Alice's command, he successfully besieged Lumina City. Despite this, he once again found himself at death's door, this time because of the enchantment.

He remembered every inch of his body as if it were on fire. As the armed forces stormed the city, the sound of disheveled footsteps rang in his ears. With great effort, he turned his head in search of his companion and found that it was they who had pierced his body with a long pike.

He had been betrayed. First by humans, then by demons.

Exhausted to the point of collapse, he allowed himself to be bandaged by the human and thrown onto their cart. The flour stored on top of the cart assaulted his nostrils and caused a coughing fit. Blood from his wounds stained the area in which he lay.

For three days and three nights, he lost consciousness and lost consciousness. It was a young girl who saved him. A large birthmark spread across his face. He guessed her to be around 13 or 14, although he had no talent for guessing the ages of humans. All he knew was that she was a little weird, like him.

Seeing that he had regained consciousness, the young girl took a smoking baguette out of the oven. She tried to hand it to him, but he pushed it away and the wand fell to the ground. The girl picked up the bread, ate half of it and tried to give him the remaining half again.

With some effort, he lifted his heavy eyelids. On the girl's face, he saw a smile that he didn't really know what to think of.

He initially decided to leave, but the girl insisted that he stay until he was fully recovered. There was no room for him in Lumina City, and the half-eaten baguette was starting to look more and more tempting. He chose to stay at the girl's bakery.

And the girl's name was Mila.

His spears had been heavily damaged, but he nonetheless kept them at his side as he always had. At the slightest disturbance in the night, he would wake up with a start. One day, when Mila was going to put a blanket on him, he was surprised and pointed his spear at her. With the tip less than an inch from her throat, Mila only smiled. It was clear that she had no ill will towards him and he lowered his weapons. He looked a lot like a small child learning to be part of the human world.

During his time at the bakery, Arlott went from initially refusing to allow Mila to change her bandages, to becoming his apprentice of sorts. In addition to helping around the store by sweeping the store, moving heavy objects, and feeding the five cats and three dogs raised by Mila, Arlott also learned to read and write. Mila was a girl of great faith and he looked after the store whenever she attended church services.

He came to enjoy all this.

His pikes lay in the warehouse, gathering dust. In time, they would have started to rust... if not for the sudden attack on the business district by demons from the abyss. Hearing Mila's shrill cry, Arlott ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

Between a small child and a demon, she stood, trembling, her bread skin raised in her hand defiantly. After quickly eliminating the invading beasts before the knights arrived, Arlott took Mila back to the bakery. Once there, she took the necklace she always wore and placed it around Arlott's neck. He had to repair his pikes. He had to protect Mila.

As Mila placed the collar on Arlott, she declared that he was a good person, even if he wasn't exactly cheerful, and that the collar would keep him safe. She held out her finger as part of a small promise.

"Arlott, let's promise to protect as many people as possible."

At the sound of Mila's words, one of the spears began to emit a warm, bright light. It was then that Arlott finally understood why he had not been destroyed by the enchantment.

To him, however, a peaceful and happy life was like a mere grain of sand in an hourglass; impossible to grasp and forever out of reach. Somehow the Church found out about how Mila had harbored Arlott and she was accused of heresy. Several children who frequented the bakery ran to him sobbing and told him what had happened. By the time he arrived, all he found was her lifeless body. This wonderful girl, once so full of life, who had said goodbye to him this morning only with a smile on her lips, would never smile again.

In a state of fugue, he suddenly finds himself inside the Church, as if he had been transported there. Mila's cold, limp body was cradled in his arms; he had carried her all the way, and yet she felt light as a feather. As darkness spread across the sky, he gently placed Mila on the raised altar. Surely, in death, someone as pious as she deserved the kind of miracle she had planned in life.

Several knights held him back. He could see the disdain in their eyes as they looked at Mila's body, and he heard them begin to throw mocking and mocking remarks at her.

In an instant, he began to quiver with a rage unlike anything he had experienced since the moment he was betrayed by his fellow demons. In his hand, the pike he held trembled with fury. How much he wanted to free her, how much he wanted to ruin those who had hurt her.

Before he knew it, his pike was stained with the blood of the knights.

Red slowly enveloped his vision. He covered his right eye with one hand and held the two spears with the other. As if by divine providence, his weapons had found their target and buried themselves in the flesh of his enemies. Among the purple-red mist, he saw a white spot. Her.

As he picked up Mila and left the church, other knights blocked the way. Arlott did not remember how long he had fought, but when the last knight fell, his armor was covered in blood and his footprints left crimson imprints with every step he took. However, snuggled against his chest, Mila's body remained clean and stainless.

Back at the bakery, the flames in the oven had already been extinguished for a long time. The smell of the bread Mila had baked that morning still lingered in the air. Cats and dogs surrounded him, oblivious to what had happened. Because he was partially human, he had been betrayed by demons. Because he was a demon, Mila had been executed. Ultimately, he was neither a man nor a demon. He was nothing, for what he had most wanted to protect now lay dead and broken before him.

Once again he found himself on the same path. He stopped the cart where the road divided into three paths. To the north, Lumina City. To the south, the Arid Lands. The tides of destiny had carried him and led to these two places before. Today he would choose the third way and he would take Mila with him. It led to a forest with a lake far from the beaten track. One day, under a fruit tree in this forest, he and Mila had celebrated his birthday. They promised to make it an annual event.

This would be her eternal resting place, where no one would disturb her.

He lit a fire and sat leaning against his coffin, wiping his pikes. As he looked up at the stars above, he remembered something Mila had once said. On a clear night at the lake, the stars are especially bright and lead the way for lost and weary travelers, guiding them home.

If she woke up right now, she would definitely want to spend the whole night stargazing.

Starlight reflected off its spikes. He caressed the necklace she had given him and slowly began to open the coffin.

"Look, Mila. The stars are shining for you."

===The best day===

===Glow in the middle of the freezing night===