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Part One: Memories

Rain. Today it was pouring non-stop. The children stayed at home, because it was not interesting and stupid to walk in such weather. However, even in spite of the downpour, on the road… An angel was walking. Although, any child who knows about such creatures in general will say that this is not an angel, but only a cheap and pathetic parody of him. At least her dark robe and mask did not speak of her spiritual purity. But clothing can't always describe a person's inner structure, after all… Nowadays, people often dress according to fashion rather than taste. However, the appearance of this person did not suit either the peak of fashion or the tastes of the local residents. But who cares about someone else's opinion now? After all, no one forbids wearing certain colors or things. The main thing is that you like it yourself.

The masked girl walked forward along the street, not caring at all that anyone would see her. Even if she is noticed, they will put it down to a figment of the imagination, no more. Drops beat on the metal of the gray wings, washing away all the excess dirt and leaving wet streaks. From a distance, if she were in white, it might really seem like an angel was walking. An angel who will quickly wring your neck and leave behind only a cold corpse. She might have been a real angel once, but now he's listed as one of the fallen. The outfit had been soaked through for a long time, but the creature did not even flinch once, as if it had nothing to do with the cold of the downpour. Or maybe the creature just likes this weather. Who knows?

She stopped for a moment when she noticed which house she was walking past. The mask turned slightly towards the windows, from which yellow light was streaming, and was immediately noticed by a child sitting on the windowsill next to his mother, who, unlike him, was looking somewhere inside the house. Changing the angle to the opposite position again, after a few seconds of heavy thought, the girl stepped on, no longer stopping along the way.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Kiss my sister for me. Goodbye. And God bless you."

It was said in a whisper from under the mask. The memories that she had before, that were erased and that are gradually returning, causing not only physical but also moral pain, filled the fighter's head, making it difficult to think about pressing problems and settling a worm of hatred and pain in her soul, devouring her in large pieces. But there is no place for emotions in war. Succumb to them and very quickly you will find yourself either someone else's doll, or fertilizing the soil with sprouts inside the heart. "But there's no time in a war, or maybe there are them… Or maybe us…" As it was sung in an old Russian song. You never know when you're going to get stabbed in the back. Lilith already knew what it was like, and she didn't want to repeat that bitter experience. Therefore, one of the iron feathers of the right wing separated from the frame and cut the girl on the arm. It worked almost instantly, as it became easier to think about the current tasks.The feather returned to its rightful place without even wiping the blood off, because the fast and noisy raindrops immediately washed away all traces of it, which, in general, was not necessary.

By the way, where is this person going in a black and white mask covering her entire face? She didn't even know. Her feet were leading her nowhere. And this "God knows where" turned out to be a checkpoint that was located near this small young village. The internal clock showed one and fifty-three minutes past midnight. Therefore, the main body of the military is asleep and it is better not to wake him up. At least I wouldn't want to get too much blood on my wings. She'll be enough for today anyway.

They were only fifty meters away from their destination. It would have been worth taking care of secrecy, which Lilith did.

Lilith. It's a beautiful name, isn't it? That's what a warrior thinks. But who is Lilith? She considers herself a person who, like the Chinese wall, protects and protects the bright one that this person once was, and the kind child who is now under her yoke and out of control, given the fact that he is silent. His silence played into Lilith's hands, actually. She believed that a life without cruelty to others would only kill the person inside her. Cruelty was supposed to administer justice, educate people, make them think and.. This "and" remained a secret for everyone. Even for the same child who didn't like this approach and judgment. It seemed to him that all problems could be solved with words and there was no need to kill. He was upset that Lilith very often ignored him and tried to crush him.

But that's all the lyrics. Lilith was currently hiding behind various obstacles, trying to shrink down better so that no one would notice her. Now she is already close to the wall enclosing the military unit. While the guys on the towers turned away, she quickly stuck her back to the concrete fence, hiding herself from anyone's gaze. The outstretched wings also smoothly and gently clung to the stove, trying not to make any sounds. Two small feathers at the base of both wings detached and slowly floated, like a shadow from foliage, across the surface, first of the fence, then the ground, and then the landing towers, approaching the patrolmen from behind. When they got there, they lunged at people with a sharp movement, cutting throats and causing bodies to fall, which did not have time to scream, as they choked on their own blood. The rain drowned out the noise of the fall and the gurgling of the soldier's throat, which was already replaced by a well-executed hologram controlled by a girl who had already jumped over the wall and disappeared behind the building again, listening to voices and human sounds. Two at the checkpoint, two more walking around the area… It is not difficult to remove them. His hands were already reaching into his pouch, pulling out two plates, the size of playing cards, with sharp edges and cutouts of two black elements. The pointed edges had been stripped away by a black coating of paint that glistened in the sun. She threw one of the "cards" with a shuriken in the direction where, presumably according to the voices, there were two nearest ones, and apparently she hit it accurately, as two muffled claps of bodies on the ground were immediately heard. Taking a chance, virgo appeared around the corner, glancing at the two troupes in the vicinity and at the checkpoint guards, who did not see all this mess. At the same time, two blades returned to the slots, slaughtering the people on the towers, clicking softly. Lilith quickly ran to the opposite corner, holding her breath, and checked the street. Clear. She darted like a shadow towards the tent. I listened. Silence. Nobody? It doesn't matter, it's not the right tent for her. The one you need is further away.

With a similar move, she eventually reached her destination, where she also found an officer sleeping at the table. Judging by the shoulder straps, it was either a lieutenant colonel or a major. Lilith no longer remembered how to distinguish officers by their shoulder straps, but there were still some echoes of memory.

The presence of this man here could put the whole operation at risk. Lilith did not want this, and therefore she was already ready for another murder, although she did not take anything out of her pouch. Approaching the table with a quiet step, she looked at a photograph from an open folder with documents and notes, on which the man was sleeping. It was… Her picture. She froze.

***

A white-skinned, brown-eyed girl of about sixteen looks at the camera. Dissatisfaction is clearly expressed on her face, restrained only by the understanding of what may then meet her after her actions.

"Come on, honey, make your face look simpler. We want to do it faster."

The girl clicked her tongue, rolled her eyes, and made a stony face. Right now, it was probably the only normal expression she could make. She didn't like all this demagoguery very much, not to mention that she hadn't liked being photographed for several years.

***

Lilith remembered that moment in the lab. It happened back when those wings weren't even a thing. The military came to take a report on the professor's work, so they had to take a photo of her as well. It was strange that they hadn't done it earlier.

There was a loud ringing in her ears and Lilith reflexively covered them with her hands, tilting her head down and groaning in pain. It seemed to her that her eardrums were being torn apart by the frequency of the sound and that her ears were already bleeding. But she was brought out of this state by a sharp pain in her back, which would be felt by people if they had not died when they were shot with a PM (Makarov pistol). It was not difficult to understand that the man sleeping on the papers had woken up, as well as to come to after the bullets. The girl's hands slowly dropped, and the mask abruptly, like a doll's head, turned towards the man. He fired again. The bird's body shook from the impact, but did not fall, as usually happens with people. This made the officer tense and he tried to get up to run out of the ward and call for help, but he did not have time. A gray machete cut off his head before he managed to jump up. Blood splashed onto the papers and the table, splattering everything around, but the nightingale was not bothered by this, unlike the tramp of several pairs of boots rapidly approaching the tent. This was like a signal for her that it was time to finish and get out of here. Therefore, when the fugitives found themselves in the tent, there was nothing on the table connected with the one who killed one of their military leaders, as well as the killer herself.

Lilith jumped over the fence again and pressed herself against it, listening to the siren, voices and the stamping of feet. They did not understand who it was. Only now did they notice that there was no one on the towers. The girl even smiled.

However, it was dangerous to stand here, considering that she could easily be found here. She needed to hide somewhere until the morning, and Lilith had little idea where she could do that. Although there was one place. The forest nearby, where no normal person who could hear police warnings would go. Rumor has it that no one ever returned from there, which is why the place was fenced off with barbed wire. But these tales still do not stop the desire of local teenagers to go on a picnic in this forest. Maybe no one would follow Lilith there? It is worth a try. As the saying goes: no risk, no champagne. And Lilith really likes to drink a little. And besides, life is boring without adventures, especially when nothing kills you.

Stepping forward a little, she spread her iron wings, lifted them slightly, squatted and, pushing off, jerked her wings sharply towards the ground.

Rain. A beautiful natural phenomenon. Especially when you fly under these drops, covering your head with a hood and listening to music in headphones at full volume.

In the office with light-colored walls, an old telephone rang, standing on a white table covered with a multitude of papers and documents. The man sitting at this table and reading his notes from the folder "Case No. 13" took the device in his hand and put it to his ear, listening to what and who was saying to him.

Is this Professor Aristarkh Vissarionovich? - came from the receiver.

The same one. With whom do I have the honor of speaking? - the old man in a white robe, which is usually worn only by doctors or some kind of experimental scientists, responded dryly.

Lieutenant Colonel German Pankratovich is calling you. I am calling about the case of object "thirteen", which from today is transferred to my command, in connection with the death of a major who was supposed to receive a copy of the documents on the case from you the other day.

The major died? That's odd. Let me ask, did he die a natural death or…?

He was found last night at the table with his head cut off. Judging by some evidence, all the data on the object that the major got from you was stolen after the murder.

Doesn't look like her. Although if there's little time to react to remain undetected, she can finish the job with a quick and quiet murder, and then just as quietly disappear. But even that's rare. If it's the one he's thinking about, of course.

Hmm, interesting. - The professor expressed his opinion.

Aristarkh Vissarionovich, we need you to come here and confirm the identity of the refugee. And if it is she… - The lieutenant colonel made a dramatic pause and finished the sentence. - Then we will have to confiscate everything that is in any way connected to the object and break the contract with you. Therefore, if you want to find the object and continue working with us, you better pray that this same object does not turn out to be the killer of our comrades.

Such words were rude and impudent for the professor. But besides that, they were a sign that we should prepare for the worst.

I understand you, comrade warrant officer. When can I come?

As soon as possible, so that we both don't fall under attack from the authorities.

Then wait for dinner.

The man hung up and exhaled. The major's death put the work at risk, like a destroyed shield. And the officer had just warned about a possible outcome of events that ruined all of Aristarkh Vissarionovich's plans.

Varessa! - The owner of the office suddenly called.

The door opened and a girl of about nineteen years old entered the room, fair-haired, with luxurious, wavy, chestnut-colored hair, a small, neat nose, bright, black from lipstick, bow-shaped lips, well-defined house-shaped eyebrows, narrow but expressive blue eyes; her lush, slender figure was hidden by the dark fabric of a kimono, which is usually worn in eastern countries, and only a low neckline slightly revealed a view of her lush chest; behind her back were folded spider legs made of metal. They were also black, like everything else about this beauty.

I was called to the unit. It seems she showed up earlier than I expected. I'm going there now, and you save the files on her and make a copy of the files with data and records. And there is a chance that your hunt will begin earlier than we planned. So be prepared. We may have guests, so your task is to find yourself a shelter and a new place to work. When you're done with the documents… Burn and destroy them.

The girl landed softly, although she was flying quite fast. The wings immediately rose above her head, as if creating some kind of umbrella, while the girl looked at the dark forest ahead. It was still dry in it, which was even to the lady's advantage. She boldly stepped forward, hiding between the trees. But she stopped again. frozen in place for a couple of moments.

***

A girl of about twelve years old is walking through the forest, trying to get out of it. Somewhere a little further a dog is jumping - an East European shepherd. They did not get lost by accident. On the contrary, they went deep on purpose to try to get into at least one adventure in their entire lives. The girl, laughing, made her way through the bushes and tree branches, sometimes adjusting the hood on her head.

***

The documents that the girl had been holding in her hands fell to the ground. A moment later, Lilith fell after them, groaning in pain again and clutching her head with her hands. She fell, groaned and rolled on the ground, as if trying to escape from the pain that was tearing her eardrums. And to her joy, this torment soon ended, although it was still difficult for her to get up.

A dog. She had a dog. Zeus. That was the name of her boy. He was her very first and best friend, loyal and loving her like an older sister.

A sob was heard from under the mask. Her soul ached and screamed. How she hated that bastard who had ruined her life! She wanted to return to the forgotten past, to go up to her mother and sister and hug them as tightly as she had never hugged them! And she would run to them now, but… Something… Holds her. She can't even get up to do anything.

The face under the mask was flushed, like when she was still naturally alive. The eyes, which had been gray and dull before, from the lack of any moisture in them, suddenly became wet, brighter and redder. A green, emerald-like iris became visible in them, although before it was brown. The face, always pale as a corpse, became bloodshot and at least a little bit of life in this cold creature became visible.

The body slowly turned over on its side, sometimes shuddering from sobs, and, hugging itself with its arms, curled up into a fetal position. Whining and quiet sobbing could be heard from the corpse. These emotions were real and it was a pity that releasing them into the void would not help in any way.

But no matter how quiet Lilith tried to be, three guys still heard her, which would have caused not only suspicion but also fear in an ordinary person. Well, how would you feel about the trio: all three in masks, one in an orange hoodie, another with a camera and a yellow, even slightly greenish, jacket, both in jeans, and the last one was in a sweatshirt, a hood and with two axes. What would you feel if you saw them? I don’t think anyone would approach them to ask how to get out of the forest.

The first to hear the whining was the one in the orange hoodie and black mask with a red sad smiley. He also stopped the other two, hinting with his silence that they should listen. The one in the jacket immediately slowly took out his camera, preparing it for filming, and the third unsheathed one of the axes on his belt. After exchanging glances, they quietly headed towards the place where the sounds were coming from, like a "Bermuda Triangle".

The first thing they noticed was a glint of metal, and then a creature covering itself with an angel's wing and sobbing like a living person. The creature was somewhat similar in appearance to Judy the Angel, but had big differences from her.

Masky started filming.

Lilith remembered her original goal and safety precautions. She hoped that she had calmed down before anyone had time to notice or hear her. Turning over on her back again and folding her wings on her sides into a kind of cocoon, the girl took off the mask from her face, wiped away the tears, and returned it back. Then she got up from the ground, went to the folder, picked it up and checked the condition of the document. It seemed normal. At least, nothing prevented her from reading it. However, while she had time, she could do this. Maybe she would remember or learn something else about herself.

Signal. The computer picked up the signal. Filming. Someone was watching her. Pretending that nothing had been noticed, Lilith pulled the angular hood over her head, simultaneously pressing on something in her ear. The wings hid her in a cocoon and she was able to take out three kunai knives from her pouch, hiding them against the background of her gloves and bracers. The camera, which was in someone's hands, gave out interference, while Lilith was able to see who was watching her. There were three of them. Unfortunately, the computer was unable to identify their identities directly, but it was able to find some other information about two of them.

Masky:

Name:

Timothy

Surname:

Wright

Information:

Previously treated in a psychiatric hospital for split personality. According to documents, he is listed as a healthy normal person, however, after some time, the police several cases of murder, sentencing to imprisonment, as it turned out, suffering from split personality to this day, Timothy Wright. Often seen with his accomplice nicknamed "Hoodie".

It wasn't hard to guess who this "Hoodie" was. It wasn't hard to hear Brian Thomas cocking the trigger to fire either. The finger twitched just when it was supposed to, just like the bullet, fired at the right time. Nothing prevented it from hitting the target - the head of the young lady. However… She fell to the ground, bifurcated by something that flew like a shadow and crashed into a tree, flying past "Hoodie's" mask. This something turned out to be a card, released by the precise movement of the girl, who finally turned to them and showed herself in all her glory.

***********

Honestly? I already have the third part written out in my notebook, but I can't publish the first one. What kind of Murphy's Law is this, huh?

So, in the prologue I wrote that I would make an art of the character. I did it on paper. I think this is the only work that I like myself. This is the first time. But unfortunately, I don't have the opportunity to either color it or redraw it into real art. And I've been thinking about making a soundtrack for the character for a long time, but I have no ear for music (╥﹏╥). How bad it is when your ear is in your ligaments and you only hear someone else's voice.

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