Deviant: No Longer Human

Her long black hair framed a face that was both sharp and delicate, with deep violet eyes that held within them the complexities of her duties and her lineage.

A subtle choker adorned her neck, complementing the elegance that her military role rarely allowed to surface.

The black sleeve tattoo that snaked up her left arm hinted at a depth of character, marking her as someone far removed from the rank and file.

As she stood there, the sunlight catching the edges of her silhouette, it was clear Amaya was no mere soldier; she was a Deviant with a story, different from rest of humanity.

"Hey, what is he up to now?" Aurora murmured, craning her neck to get a better view. She turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of Wang Xiao and Amaya standing in front of each other.

Suddenly, a sharp tap echoed through the room.

!?

Aurora watched in shock as Wang Xiao leaned in and tapped Amaya on the back, causing her to jump in surprise before he pulled her into an unexpected hug.

"I am really sorry about your brother," Wang Xiao\'s voice carrying feigned sadness echoed with sombreness.

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Amaya\'s eyes widened in disbelief as his hand slowly made its way to her back, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

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And then, without warning, his hand slipped into the back of her pants. Amaya\'s face flushed with embarrassment as a rush of warmth flooded through her skin. Before she could react, Wang Xiao\'s hand found its target – her fleshy butt.

He squeezed, a look of smug satisfaction flashing across his face as the place erupted in gasps of astonishment.

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The other soldiers immediately averted their gazes, feeling a cold chill run down their spines. Aurora\'s head slightly tilted as she noticed Wang Xiao\'s ominous smile, while Amaya stood there, her face flushed with a mix of rage and humiliation.

It was bad enough that he had killed her brother, but now he was rubbing her face in the humiliation.

Now, more than ever, she wanted to kill him.

Aurora\'s lips curled into a bitter smile as Wang Xiao released Amaya from the hug. With a boldness that defied belief, he reached directly into Amaya\'s cleavage, his hands boldly groping and massaging her breasts, his fingers cruelly pinching her nipples.

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The blatant act of humiliation left a sour taste in everyone\'s mouths.

"People die everyday, you should get used to working in thier absence," Wang Xiao remarked, his voice carrying weight as he turned away with a subtle smile, striding back towards Aurora.

He left behind a seething Amaya, her pale face frozen in shock, his words echoing in her mind like shattering glass.

Normally, those who survived hell and returned would forsake familial ties, long faded from memory.

But for Amaya, it was different; she and her brother were in it together, and now—

Tip... Tip... Tip...

As Wang Xiao ascended onto the dragon\'s back with Aurora and departed, a scene that drained color from John\'s face, tears cascading from Amaya\'s eyes.

The sight of Deviant weeping, an occurrence John never fathomed witnessing in his lifetime.

Yet now, witnessing Amaya\'s trembling form, silent sobs and cold body, he realized the Guardians chosen amongst the legion were not only the most powerful but also the cruelest, bringing even the deviants to thier knees.

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As the dragon soared into the sky, Aurora couldn\'t resist asking, "Why did you want to turn her into a free enemy?"

It was clear she didn\'t grasp Wang Xiao\'s methods.

Wasn\'t he just setting himself up for failure with moves like this?

"First, hold this," Wang Xiao instructed, his voice smooth as silk.

Seated directly behind her, he reached out and clasped her hand in his, causing a rush of unexpected warmth to flood through her.

Aurora\'s face froze in stunned surprise

"..."

"Now, we can talk," Wang Xiao whispered, guiding her hand to rest inside his pants where her fingers delicately wrapped around his little brother, anchoring it firmly in place.

"..."

After a stunned silence, Aurora, a shimmering beacon of patience in a world fraught with impatience, nonchalantly added, "Shall I stroke it as well?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm, not expecting Wang Xiao to nod in agreement.

"Yes, please do," Wang Xiao insisted, his voice smooth. "Your fingers are softer."

"Huh?" Aurora\'s voice came out as a mere whisper.

Her lips slid open, but no sound escaped as a wave of embarrassment swept over her.

Was he genuinely complimenting her?

Or was he just being plain creepy?

Rather than pondering this, Aurora decided to show her cooperative nature by taking action.

With deliberate care, she began to stroke his manhood as the dragon soared through the skies.

She made sure her touch was steady, simultaneously ensuring the winds wouldn\'t carry them away.

"Where are we heading?" Wang Xiao queried, his fingers wandering with a mind of their own, tracing the softness of her body, teasing the delicate skin of her waist and venturing further with a boldness that contrasted his casual tone.

Aurora, in an attempt to escape the ticklish sensation, contorted her neck, tilting and twisting her head, her voice laced with a mixture of discomfort and amusement as she awkwardly replied, "Transylvania."

"Hm? Why there?" Wang Xiao couldn\'t suppress his curiosity.

Aurora\'s voice took on a tone of solemnity, "That\'s the stronghold of Asmodeus. The time has come for you to lay claim to all that was his. Yet, you haven\'t been officially anointed as a guardian. Nowadays, they rely on passwords, and authorization is mandatory at the annual summits held at Mount Olympus to ensure you\'re fully acknowledged as Asmodeus\'s successor."

Wang Xiao nodded, his expression serious yet determined. "That\'s irrelevant. Official recognition or not, the influence has already begun to weave its magic."

"Hm?" Aurora\'s confusion was evident as she tilted her head, seeking clarity in his cryptic words.

"Before, did you see the fear and awe in those people\'s eyes? The way they pretended not to see anything, even when their team leader was molested in front of everyone, it was like an open circus," Wang Xiao\'s voice dripped with a melancholy that seemed out of place, yet profoundly sincere.

A silence fell between them, until Wang Xiao continued, "It could be her, you, or anyone else... In this world, where power dictates safety, no one is beyond reach. In times past, emperors wielded their might openly, under the sun. Now, the games of power are played behind closed doors, their machinations more insidious, yet no less dangerous."