Chapter 112 - I WILL PROTECT YOU

We all have a past. We all made choices that maybe were not the best one. None of us are completely innocent.

-Unknown-

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"No!" Amaro said fiercely. "There is no more chance for you. I will find another protector for Kairi Tarsa and you can continue with your training."

Amaro's words were like a cup of hot water splashed over Damon's head. There was no way he would agree with that.

There was something inside him that strongly resisted what he had just heard. Something inside his head screamed that no one could separate him and Tarsa. Not Amaro, nor any Kairi.

The desire to protect Tarsa shook him to the core.

Damon didn't accept the decision and without realizing it, he had snarled very dangerously and viciously at Amaro, as if to challenge him to repeat the same sentence again.

The look in Damon's eyes was so dangerous, it was as if he could devour his interlocutor mercilessly and kill him savagely.

Something horrible had just woken up behind the eyes of the protector. Something evil and not to be taken lightly.

Not many people knew about this, but Amaro was one of the few who knew what really happened to him, the dark side inside Damon's body.

The thing that Kairi Xierra had been trying to suppress, so it would never resurface. However, what Amaro said seemed to provoke the beast within Damon, waking up that thing. The dark side of the protector, which should not exist and must be destroyed…

"DAMON!" Amaro rebuked loudly to awaken the protector from his darkest, deepest, and greatest desire Damon had, which rummaged in his head right now.

The snap proved to be quite successful, Damon was slowly able to regain his own consciousness and made the dark shadow behind his savage eyes disappear.

"I didn't take that order," Damon said with determination. He refused to look Amaro in his eyes and rose to his feet, preparing to leave the room.

"Don't you dare turn your back on me," growled Amaro. He was trying to overcome his shock and anger at Damon's behavior, which he thought had gone too far. "What we discussed here is still not finished."

Damon gripped the door handle, faintly, the beast within the man was again visible, reflected through his eyes.

There was such a strong urge to tear Amaro's body and make the man howl in pain, leaving his body covered in blood and making him beg for forgiveness for his life.

All of that sounded fun, but in the next second, the realization hit Damon very quickly.

His breath hitched and he looked confused by the excitement he had just felt. He felt so excited just at the thought of brutally hurting Amaro. Does it make sense and reasonable enough to have that kind of thought?

All these thoughts made Damon a little anxious.

"What do you want?" Finally, after wrestling with his own dark side, Damon turned his body and faced Amaro. "I will fulfill all your wishes as long as you take back your stupid order to leave Tarsa."

Amaro squinted his eyes, he stared at Damon intently, as if he was looking for the vicious beast within the protector he saw earlier.

However, he couldn't see it, and now all he could see was a man full of anger.

Damon was serious with his words when he said he didn't want to leave Tarsa.

"Answer me," Amaro said in a low voice. "Why do you want Tarsa? What do you want from that girl? You should know, you have failed time and time again in your task to protect the Kairi. It's only right that you step down from your position as her guard."

"Don't call her 'that girl', she is a Kairi." Damon clenched his fists at his sides. So tight that his knuckles turned white. "I will not abandon her and I will not fail to protect her." Damon walked two steps until the two of them were face to face. "Even if there will be death later on, then it will be my death."

No one would take Damon's position, and he wouldn't let anyone get close to Tarsa.

"I hope what you say is true." Amaro clenched his jaw, trying to be as calm as possible. "Because I don't want to hear of another Kairi dying anytime soon, especially when that Kairi died at the hands of the same protector."

Amaro's last words were like a dull dagger stabbed into Damon's chest.

He would be a dark note for these protectors in Duvessa, if something bad happened to Tarsa, how a protector failed to save a Kairi's life twice.

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Tarsa felt her chest tighten and her breath hitched. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but one thing she could hear amidst the darkness trying to drown her out was the voice of a woman speaking in a strange language in a humming tone.

Who's she? What's wrong with her?

Tarsa tried to open her heavy eyes, but it was difficult for her, and the exhaustion that engulfed her made Tarsa give up and let the sound of the humming tone lead her into the darkness that was waiting for her.

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Damon walked towards the room, where Tarsa was resting, but again Raphael stopped him. The man stood in front of the door of the Kairi's room.

"You are not allowed to go inside," he said firmly, but Damon brushed his hand away and opened the door to Tarsa's room.

At this point, Raphael let him in, because he could see through the protector's eyes that nothing could stand in his way.

He also didn't want to cause a commotion in front of the Kairi's room.

After passing through the door, Damon closed and locked it, before he walked to the bed, where Tarsa was lying, then knelt on the edge of the bed, holding her hand.

"I will protect you even if my life is at stake."

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Slowly, Tarsa opened her eyes. She furrowed her brows as the sunlight hit her face and felt her hands go numb.

She couldn't remember what happened the last time, but she did remember how the pain hit her hard and rendered her breathless.

Slowly, Tarsa intended to sit down and see where she was now, because this room wasn't her own bedroom, yet it looked familiar.

Only, when Tarsa was about to move her hand, she couldn't, because something heavy was holding her back.

It was only when she turned her head that she could see the heavy 'something' that restrained her from moving, was Damon.

The man fell asleep beside her bed, holding her hand tightly. As if she didn't want to let Tarsa go.

For a teenager who had never been so close to a man, of course, seeing these sights made Tarsa's heart beat fast. She swallowed hard and tried not to move so as not to wake Damon.

Things would be awkward if Damon woke up and found himself hugging Tarsa's arm. Although she was sure that this man did not do it on purpose.

Tarsa then leaned back on her pillow and moved her body, looking for a more comfortable position for herself to see Damon directly.

Very carefully, Tarsa moved her body to see Damon's face. Now that their faces were so close, the girl could see how gorgeous this man's features were, with his thin lips and thick eyebrows.

Even Tarsa was sure that her eyebrows weren't that pretty.

At this point, Tarsa would argue with anyone who said Damon wasn't good-looking. Even Tarsa was sure that she could look at Damon's face all day and not get bored.

Staring at Damon's sleeping face was a far cry from looking at his face when he was fully awake, because at that time, this man had a very serious facial expression.

However, when Damon fell asleep, he looked like an innocent little boy, so pure and sweet. All his cold and malicious aura disappeared just like that and this made Tarsa feel very happy, to find this man was not much different from other men.

Just because Damon was a member of Duvessa and has such great supernatural powers, it turned out that there was a side inside him that still looked like a normal human.

Tarsa was happy to see Damon, who was fast asleep.

Then, from staring at it, another desire arises from Tarsa who wanted to do things even further.

When the thought first crossed Tarsa's mind, she could tell that her face had turned red with embarrassment.

How could she think so boldly like that? Where did she throw her manner and courtesy?

Well, she threw all of those through the window when she reached out her hand carefully and slowly, to touch Damon's black, slightly curly hair.

Tarsa thought Damon's hair would feel so rough and stiff, just like his personality, but it turned out that this man's hair felt so smooth and soft to the touch of her fingers.