The Story of Yeling Mah Pt. III

Always a Monster

"Elimination Op Code: EQUINOX, commencing."

I stood at the top of a building, the wind causing my Contingency Initiative robes to dance. From my mask, I was able to make out the two elimination targets.

Brandon and Stacey.

"Eliminate them, Tidalflame. Bring back a proof of kill from both corpses for me." Matt spoke to me through the coms.

I gritted my teeth manically.

"Yes, sir."

I blasted into the air, landing on the ground, waiting for them, lurking, stalking my prey. The two were holding hands, walking down the path.

I had managed to track their location, from a mental illness server Lewis had infiltrated.

It was easy to catch these two. After all, the girl, Stacey, always mentioned her boyfriend in the chats.

Lewis had scanned the messages, and every time he read them, he got more and more mad. Stacey was always mentioning Brandon, talking about how grateful she was for having him in her life. You know. All that sweet talk. But for Lewis, who was an incel, it was the most triggering thing ever.

I had asked Lewis why it was triggering for him, to the point where he wanted to take over the Elimination Op himself. His answer was this.

"There are many people in this server who struggle to find their match. They struggle. And for reasons no NORMAL person would ever understand. This bitch has the audacity to post these things in our faces. It is beyond triggering, Yeling."

"But that isn't her intention though."

"That's what all the normies think. How would they understand? Huh? To be so unattractive, that no amount of personality can ever offset it. We've all tried. We've given it our all. NO ONE wants us. So the next time you try to preach your nonsense, think twice. Especially when one of us has an evo."

Lewis had analyzed me that day, giving me a once over.

"Surely you. Yeling. No offence, but your facial deformities. I expected you would understand."

I clenched my fists, as I stepped out of the shadows, causing Brandon to put distance between me and his girlfriend.

Lewis' voice rung in my head.

What it's like to be unloved. If you aren't at all bothered at that, something is terribly wrong with you.

Brandon and Stacey tried to turn a corner, but I followed them. I had to minimize the damage to the surroundings. This was one of the constraints of this contract.

Only the targets could be destroyed.

In theory, a single Devil's Comet would have eliminated them both. The proof of kill would be their ashes. But...

After hearing what Lewis had said to me.

My sadist side wanted to enjoy this.

"What do you want, you creep?!" Stacey shouted at me.

I tilted my head, through my mask. I guess I did look like a creep. What with the robes, and the mask covering my face.

Brandon powered up.

"Come and try, you weirdo. You try anything to my girl, and I'll send half of your body across the country."

Brandon had an evo that was capable of creating portals, a lot like Flint. I didn't know his or Stacey's deal. I didn't care.

But ever since Lewis had told me those things that day, it had, in truth bothered me.

You're going to be alone forever. While everybody else will have someone who loves them. And you'll be scorned. No matter what you do, try to love, try to reject that need, you'll be seen in a negative light. So tell me, Yeling. What's there to NOT be bothered by? What is there?

I slowly raised my hand.

If I couldn't have someone to love me.

Then neither can you.

Brandon shouted at Stacey to run, as I unleashed a sinister overwhelming blast of my Inverse Tsunami Release, as Brandon tried to redirect the flame. But my flames were too much for a measly portal, and soon, his arms began to crack, burn, and blacken. Causing him a great deal of pain.

"BRANDON!" Stacey screamed, but Brandon stumbled back, urging her to run.

I continued the stream of hellfire, walking calmly forward.

"YOU CREEP! YOU INCEL! YOU LOSER!" Stacey screamed at me, as she brought her hands up, throwing several bone spiked projectiles at me.

I turned to her direction.

Level 2 Intangibility

My body turned into a ghostly blue wisp of flame, the projectiles passing right through me, as the charred corpse of Brandon hit the ground. Stacey could only stare at him in horror and disbelief.

I took one step, in my Intangible form. And another.

My footsteps, leading to blue ripples of flames across the ground, melting it, as no matter what Stacey did, all her attacks were passing through me.

"STAY AWAY!" Stacey screamed, dialling her phone. But I waved my hand, as blue flame left my arm and whipped the device out of her hands, along with leaving behind several burns on her arms.

Stacey fell to the ground, her hands now charcoal as I approached her, kneeling down.

"Why... how can you do this to someone and not feel anything?" She sobbed.

I slowly took off my mask, revealing my ruined face.

"And how can people like you exist... when people like me are destined to be forever unloved? How can you flaunt your... riches. Your... blessings. In front of those who are denied it?"

Stacey stared at my right side and screamed in terror, as she tried to get away, but I glared at her, a woosh of Hinokami flame surrounding her and keeping the target from escaping.

"My name is Yeling Mah. I am the Tidalflame, the Devil's Flames. I will make this world a better place. By destroying people like you."

I reached out my hand and grabbed her face as she tried to struggle, but I was already burning, her whole body turning black and set ablaze in a blue flame.

Stacey was dying, but she gave me one last hateful look.

"Your problems are your own. It isn't my fault you look so ugly. It's my win. I can join my boyfriend in the afterlife."

I glared at her, my flames becoming even more violent, and my voice, now demonic.

There is no afterlife, I've looked hell in the eye. There is no heaven. Only hell. And that is where you will be joining him. Burning for all eternity.

Stacey let loose a final screech as she was reduced to ash. I stood up, staring at the night sky, picking up the remains of both corpses and heading back to rendezvous for Flint to pick me up.

"I am forever alone. But as long as I'm not the only one... and those who are blessed have been thoroughly killed off for the new utopia. For when The Great Akuma rises. Everything will be okay."

The Celestial Dragon

"Yeling! Look at all the lights! It's so pretty!" Shia pointed at the numerous lights all around us. We were in the festive district of China.

I had just awoken from my dream, remembering my Equinox Elimination Contract, my head still groggy.

Shen frowned at me.

"You seem rather down, Mah Ye Ling. For someone who is returning back to his home country."

"Ah nah. I'm fine." I lied.

Shen didn't look convinced. Inoko was peering out too.

"Wow... it's really amazing. We don't have this in Arii."

"Really? Me neither here in Yon." Shia said, as she took out her phone and began taking pictures.

"Join in! Gather around everyone!"

Shen reacted right away.

"A photo graph! What's more honourable than honouring the Rain God Shenlong through a double immortalization!"

Shen grabbed me and Inoko and bunched us all up in front of Shia.

I managed a smile, when suddenly, my mind flashed, to that day. What I said.

How can you flaunt your... riches. Your... blessings. In front of those who are denied it?

My smile wavered. Thankfully, no one noticed, as I sat back down in the carriage.

The red and lights of the district brought back hazy memories from my childhood, before my family moved to New Ulysses.

We stopped, as several passengers on the carriage got off.

"We take forty minute break! Forty minute!" The old man said to us in broken English.

We got off, as before any of us could react, Shia grabbed Inoko by the arm.

"Look! Those dresses! They'll look so cute on you, Inoko!"

Inoko stared at Shia.

"Me... cute?"

"Of course!"

Inoko was promptly dragged by Shia, separating her from Shen and I as we made our way around the town.

We continued walking, as an old lady started calling out to us in Mandarin.

I couldn't understand what she was talking about.

"I don't... speak the language, sorry." I said, as the lady bowed, but suddenly, Shen stepped forward, saying something in Mandarin and responding promptly.

The lady's ears perked up, turning red.

"Shen... you didn't just flirt with that old lady did you."

Shen raised an eyebrow.

"Now why would I do that? I just gained another follower is all."

Shen crossed his arms.

"The better question is, why, Mah Ye Ling, a man who is familiar with Chinese culture, unfamiliar with Mandarin, the capital language of China?"

"I don't speak Mandarin. I speak Canan. It was the language I grew up in, since my family were Cananites."

"What is Canan?"

I rolled my eyes.

"It was a language of an old native tribe. Before it was taken over by China. I'm a rare breed of Chinese who speaks Canan, and just Canan. But over the years, due to the massive proportion of China and the Cananites, we became so part of the larger country that our significance was practically non existent. Which is why whenever ask me for my ethnicity, I just respond with I'm Chinese."

"You mortals are quite an interesting species."

It sure felt shitty that me, despite looking Chinese, had to have a translator, but I got to experience a number of things in this town that I had forgotten.

The lights. The lanterns. The dragon dances.

I raised my eyebrows, to witness several young children run around, holding a paper mache of a dragon...

Shen gasped, putting his hands to his mouth.

"That is... me!"

Eventually, we regrouped with Shia and Inoko, and I took them around to some places and restaurants. I introduced them to a numerous of Sichuan dishes.

I watched in horror as Shia devoured an entire bowl of Sichuan noodle soup without breaking a single sweat.

"How the..." I was at a loss for words.

Shia smiled innocently.

"I love spicy food! Back in Yon, we used to add many sorts of hot pepper in our ramen."

Inoko was still eyeing her bowl.

"What's the matter, too spicy for you?" I teased, as her face flushed red.

"No. Such a thing does not intimidate me."

"Then why are you waiting?"

Inoko gave me a death glare, as I zipped it right away.

Eventually, Inoko gave in and tried a bite. She passed out instantly, and Shia had to finish it for her.

I laughed along with Shen. But I stopped myself.

It was like every happy moment I was having was being ruined. By that one thought in the back on my mind.

I knew full well what it was.

It was Tidalflame.

Eventually, we got back on the coach, as I stared at the beautiful lights of the district.

"China is really pretty." Shia said, perching her arms on the side.

"Yeah."

"Hey... Yeling. Maybe some time, when the curse is broken, we can go again sometime. The four of us. What do you think?"

"I don't mind."

"And then... maybe after that. We can explore other places. More and more. We can keep exploring. Together."

I looked at her, and her eyes were shining.

"I guess you're pretty happy huh. Considering you've never gone out before."

Shia nodded.

"I spent most of my life indoors. Always studying and always worrying. My sensei used to show me pictures and postcards of him on vacation, and I always thought to myself, what if I could do that too, with him. But instead, I got something better. I get to do it with you guys!"

I smiled.

"I'm glad you're finding joy on this adventure."

Shia grabbed my arm and pointed at the sky.

"Oh my god! Look, Yeling! Fireworks! Inoko! Shen! Look!"

We all gathered at the end, as did the passengers, as we looked at the brilliants lights in the sky.

The image of Yuyan appeared in my mind.

Go and live your life Yeling. It's okay. I will cleanse this world for you. And as you heal, my reasons to destroy you will eventually disappear. And you can enjoy utopia with Shia and Shen and Inoko and countless people who love you. You've suffered enough.

"Yuyan..." I muttered, as I continued gazing at the night sky, the incredible fireworks, then at my friends. Their happy faces. My heart felt warm.

I felt like I didn't deserve this.

And I knew for a fact, that if someone else was in my shoes, and I was still Tidalflame, I would have ever incentive to burn that person alive.

There were people out there suffering.

People suffering because of me. People suffering for other reasons.

Yet I was being so happy.

Did I deserve this happiness?

"Yeling! Yeling! Hold the camera for me!"

I took Shia's phone, and positioned it, as Shia made a peace sign. Shen bellowed a laugh, as he grabbed the two girls and smiled a large dragon smile at the camera.

I was happy.

I was so very happy.

Tidalflame would never have been in this situation. I never imagined I would be in this situation, not once in my life.

If I had gone back and time and knew that things would turn around...

Would my reasons to bring back The Great Akuma still exist?

Eventually, we reached our hostel, and Inoko volunteered to grab our bags and belongings with her Berserker strength, obviously shocking the elderly man.

I was about to leave, but suddenly, Shia grabbed my arm.

"Oh no you don't. We don't need another repeat of what happened last time. Where are you going now?"

"Uh. I'm gonna go see some more stuff before I head to bed."

"Then let me come."

Against my wishes, Shia followed me around. It felt like I was babysitting a little kid, what with her constantly clinging onto me like that, those big round eyes and baby face. But it wasn't a bad thing.

"Hey... Yeling... do you think if I find my ideal man, I could take him here?"

"What?"

She was definitely asking the wrong guy for relationship advice.

Shia blushed.

"I don't know. I guess since you're Chinese yourself. I kind of figured I could ask you."

"You said man. You're not still thinking about your sensei, are you."

"No."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You know, when you lie, you have a habit of fiddling with your sleeves."

Shia gave me a nervous smile.

"Ahhh.... maybe a little."

I was going to tell her to move on, but I felt like that advice was applicable to me too. I'd just be a hypocrite.

Tidalflame was my past.

But every time a memory resurfaced of something I did, it would impact me so hard. This trip was an example of that. I should have been enjoying my time with friends, but all I could think of was that one Elimination Op, when Lewis had thrown that curveball in my face that changed my entire perspective on love.

There were just some people in the world who just could never be loved.

Was it their fault that their mindset would wander to that?

And for a time, because of my face, Lewis, being the self proclaimed "realist" he was, pointed that out with brutal honesty.

No woman would love me because of my burnt right side. My horrific trauma from killing my own family. All that baggage.

No person wanted that.

And because of that, my mindset was so violently skewed, that the very thought of someone mentioning relationships made me mad. Very mad.

Not just mad...

But jealous.

Since I was jealous, that only fuelled into my hatred, and with that hatred, I wielded it like a weapon. A burning ball of negativity that I would use to kill thousands of people as the Tidalflame. As Yeling Mah, the Chinese Terrorist.

"Uhhh, Yeling? Hello?"

Shia was waving at me, as I realized I had gone silent. Walking forward and lost in my thoughts.

"Did Alciel hit you in the head too hard or something?"

"Well, he did hit me in the head multiple times in our fight."

"Really? I was just joking. We need to get that checked out!" Shia ran in front of me and put her hands on my chest, her big round eyes were full of worry.

But I only looked at her with no emotion, shrugging it off.

"I'm fine. What were you trying to say?"

Shia pointed at an old man, who was sitting on the ground.

"Uhh... usually those guys are bad news."

"No. Not this one. Do you see that thing around his neck?"

"What is that?"

"It's an artifact. The second one, to be precise."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Wait what? That easy? We just need to heckle an old man for his necklace and we can move on? That was fast."

Before I could reign her in, Shia ran off and went up to the old man, crouching before him.

"That stupid kid!" I growled, as I ran after her.

The old man looked really really old. His beard was greying and his face was covered in wrinkles.

The artifact was old. But it looked like a gem, with a ton of crusty shit all over it. I was guessing it was old rock and stuff. And...

Not other things.

The old man smiled at Shia.

"Shia Megumi of Yon, and her colleague, Yeling Mah of New Ulysses."

I blinked.

Okay.

How the hell did this old geezer know where we were from.

"How did you know where we were from?" Shia asked.

The old man smiled.

"You are here for this, yes?"

The man put his hand on the artifact.

"Yeah... how much do we need to pay for it?" Shia asked.

The old man removed his hand.

"There is no charge. At least, of human currency."

I summoned Shen's power on standby as a backup.

"Do we need to fight you?" I asked, cautiously.

"Yeling!" Shia gasped at me.

The old man laughed.

"My dear Yeling, there is no reason to fight. You would surely lose."

I hesitated.

I didn't like the way this guy was talking. Was that a threat? A bluff? I didn't want to take any chances, but suddenly the man gave me a warm smile.

"After all, my little brother Shenlong always had a very big head."

My jaw dropped, as did Shia.

"Shen has a big brother?!"

I shoved Shia out of the way and approached The Great Celestial dragon.

"Is that you... Lord Tianlong?!"

Tian nodded.

"My child. You seek this artifact, but do you truly have what it takes to earn it?"

"I need it. We need it. Shia is cursed. This artifact is one of the things that will lead us to the cure."

Tian shuffled on his little carpet.

"Need. Want. Truly, one must know, why such artifacts exist, yes? What a mortal wants."

I grimaced, but Shia put a hand on my elbow, attempting to calm me down.

"Tianlong, what do we need to do to earn the artifact?"

"Little girl. The answer to that is simple. After all, I am the God of Divinity. You must show to me that you deserve my approval."

"By being divine? Like... drinking holy water?" I asked. Shia rolled her eyes.

Tian let loose a chuckle. When he laughed, it sort of reminded me of Shen.

"No... spiritual peace. Your first artifact was obtained from the Demon Lord Alciel in Arii, correct?"

"Yes."

At this point, I wasn't gonna question how the hell he knew these things.

He was Tianlong. The Great Celestial Dragon. The God of Divinity. The elder brother of The Great Storm Dragon Shenlong.

I might as well have just assumed he knew it.

Tian's eyes flashed, as suddenly, I found myself in a different realm.

A divine realm.

I instinctively leapt back, holding out my arms.

Rain God Shenlong

Level 1 Hinokami Stage Two: Cobalt Assimilation

I transformed, my body ablaze, my hair sticking up and glowing blue as two rainwater swords manifested, roaring with the fierce flames of Hinokami. But Tian only gave me a look of amusement, as suddenly, he raised his hand.

"Put away your blades, Ah Ling".

I hesitated, exiting my form, as Tian turned off the divine realm, returning us in China.

"Your battle with Demon Lord Alciel's army, evolved you all in a number of ways. Shia, you unlocked the path of a summoner. Can you believe a little schoolgirl like you, who spent her entire life studying. Would become a sorcerer?"

Shia stared at Tian.

"N- No..."

Tian turned to me.

"Inoko, fought hard, toe to toe, with Taurus. And my little brother, despite losing almost all of his power, fought head to head with Azoth. And you, Yeling Mah. Discovered a new way to channel Shenlong's power. Your first artifact, was a test of one's strength. One's strength to evolve physically, by pushing past your natural limitations and becoming more."

Tian then raised his shrivelled hand, little white light particles shimmering.

"But I... an old celestial dragon... am beyond the times. I have lived eons. I see growth, not just in strength, but in the soul. That is correct. Each artifact will challenge a part of you. This is why your old Squad Member, Lewis Greer, placed that curse on Shia. He knew about the true nature of these artifacts. The journey to get them. And they are not easy. Neither is my test. Because it isn't physical strength that I was to see improve in you. But something more."

Tian put a finger against my chest.

"Your soul. You. There is more to strength than power, Yeling. Shia. Divinity and ascension can only be achieved through epiphany."

I gritted my teeth.

"What do we need to do, then?"

Tian smiled at the both of us.

"That will be up to you to decide. For when you feel ready, come for me. At my shrine. And summon the ritual. My little brother will know this ritual. I wish you all the best of luck."

I blinked, and before I knew it, the old man was gone.

A test of the soul.

Oh boy.

I didn't like where this was going.

I turned to Shia, who looked pale.

"Hey, you good?"

Shia nodded.

"I... Yeah. Yes, I am. Let's head back and tell the others."

We went back to the hostel to receive another curveball.

"Wha- What happened here..." Shia muttered, as we went in. The place was covered in scratch marks and slashes.

I heard panting in the living room, as the two of us rushed in, and to our horror, we found Inoko and Shen in the corner.

Inoko turned to us, her face in a panicked and shocked expression.

"Yeling... Shia... Shen... Shen's..."

Shen coughed out blood, as he regarded us. His hair was white, and his skin was completely wrinkled.

"S... Something is wrong... I'm... sorry..."

Berserker

"So it's just a cold?!" I growled, grabbing an old man version of Shen and shaking him back and forth. Inoko and Shia stared at the two of us in sheer disbelief at how stupid this situation was.

"Ah yes. I may have contracted it while we were in that battle with Demon Lord Alciel. When I battled Azoth. It might be because I was no longer at full power, did his chill catch me."

"And a cold makes you vomit blood�?!"

"What? This is not blood."

"It's red, you idiot!"

Shen wiped his nose.

"It is my snot. Dragon blood is golden in colour."

I thought back to how I fought Kanghui, recalling the golden blood that erupted from his body when I used that two sword Rain Style technique.

"Okay. Well. Let's get you better then. What do we need to do."

"The Great Shenlong does not need a cure. I can battle this illness myself."

"We need you when we do get the second artifact. And if you're sick, there's no telling what kind of repercussions that will have."

Shen sat up.

"You have the second artifact? You know where it is?"

"Yes. It's under the possession of your big brother, Tian."

"TIANLONG?!" Shen choked on his tea.

"Elder brother is here?!"

Shia nodded.

"Yes Shen. And I'm sure he would disapprove seeing his mighty brother stricken ill with a cold!"

Shen looked at us, his eyes wide.

"Get me a cure this instant! By my name, the God of Rain! I demand it!"

"Well, what is the cure?" I asked.

Shen fumbled with his things.

"You need to slay a certain monster. Monsters... Their scales will make the foundation of the tea that can cure my cold. But be wary, it takes much to influence the health of a Storm Dragon such as I."

"Whatever. Just give me the map, and mark it down. We'll head out and get you your cure."

Shen marked it down and handed me the map.

"Alright. Inoko, Shia, let's go-"

"No!" Shen yelped.

I turned to the dragon.

"What?!"

"One of you must stay and watch me."

"Heh...." I muttered, but Shia stepped forward and took his hand.

"I'll watch over Shen. You and Inoko go and find the scales to make the cure."

"Oh, Lady Shia. You truly are a remarkable mortal. Now please attend to me with a new batch of tea. A new set of blankets of different temperatures and moistures. And also a new dressing gown."

Shia's eye twitched with annoyance, as I grabbed Inoko and bolted for the door before Shia could lob any more responsibilities on us.

We continued walking down the trail, into the forests, when suddenly, Inoko stopped.

"Hey. Yeling. I have to take care of something. Wait for me."

"Huh? Take care of something? What are you gonna-"

Inoko was already gone, as I ran after her.