Note: Translating a different series now ~ !
Raines year 139, The city of Light; Celephais…
The flames of a lone candle swaying illuminated a desolate cellar, a lone person was holding onto their bleeding shoulder as blood kept flowing between their fingers; In front of them was the gleaming sharp fangs of hungry Demons whom cased him down there.
Approaching the boy, Menes Attar, many different shadowy shapes that cornered him against the cold cellar walls, a pale slender Devil, A Night Demon with black wings, a Brutal Zugu Dwarf, and A huge frogman with ugly tentacles. All slowly pressing forward, their saliva dripping from their maws and fangs. One of the demons knocked their Hatchet on the stone floor with impatience and a low growl.
“W-What is i-it..?”
Menes asked as his voice trembled and tears pooling in his eyes. He pressed as far as he could against the cold cellar brick walls, cursing at his fate.
“W-What do you w-want from me?!”
As if his scream was the signal from a cook that their meal was ready, all the creatures pounced towards him at once with delight. Then.. There was the sound of a bones breaking and meat splattering, Menes’s sight was filled with white. His final thoughts..
‘So this is what Death is..I’m glad there is no pain.. Maybe they split my head open, or tore my head off from my body…’
But eventually the light faded from his eyes and he regained his sight.
“.. That…?”
Still alive..?
Menes’s hand was still stuck out in front of him when he opened his eyes, the situation not registering in his mind, but on both sides of him; The monsters were slammed into the walls violently. That strange white light had came from a magic formation that was on the cellar floor, drawn with chalk. A pentagram star that was emitting a fading light with someone standing in the center.
Menes never noticed someone coming in, but it was a girl wearing a strange outfit that he had never seen before, possible from a foreign country? She had shiny hair that fluttered with some strange wind. Her arms stretched out to her side. She reminded Menes of a ceramic doll.
Beautiful..
Even thought just seconds ago, his life was in danger. He still was stunned from her beauty, but he finally shook free from his shock. He realized what happened. This girl whom’s hand were spread out to both sides, with seemingly weak limbs, had physically killed the demons with her bare hands… Saving his life.
The complete oddities of the situation didn’t stop there, the girls’s arms where open. Literately. The skin around her forearms on both arms were unnaturally split open like they were made of mechanical parts, weapons on unknown origins entered Menes’s sight, awing him. In her world, they were called…
Machine Guns.
That wasn’t all. With compact missile launchers with a total of six barrels on each side readied themselves out of a opening on the back side of her shoulders; directly aimed at the demons she swatted away. Different weapons deploy from different parts, stunning Menes.
Cursing, she positioned herself to protect Menes.
“Confirmed enemies and Protection target. Matador System Type F, Calculating… Shifting to combat ‘Hunter Stance’, Mission Starting!!”
After she issued her strange battle cry whilst aiming a unnatural amount of strange weapons out of her limbs, she spoke to Menes.
“Are you my Owner??”
“…. Huh?”