Hal stood from the ground where he had fallen and looked in direction of the laughing figure that now strut confidently out of the hole he had just broken through.

In her right hand was the white cosmic Armament that had been spinning above her when she was unconscious. The lethality of her approach screamed danger but as Hal watched her approach and {Regeneration} began to mend the wounds her blast of light had inflicted on him, he could only think of one thing;

'Why'

Why was she doing this?.

If it was ever told to him that such a day would come he would have laughed at such a ridiculous statement but by all evidence, it had come.

It did not take long before the laughing Melinda stood before him. Hal had not bother to run knowing full well he could not outrun her.

Instead he Activated an array to protect the mansion from prying eyes through squirming runes. This was after all a private affair.

"I expected instant flight. I have to admit, I'm disappointed" Melinda said in that same Alien voice while she observed the array with a slightly interested look.

"Who are you?"

Hal asked and though the question should have seemed strange and absurd (it should after all have been clear who she was) 'Melinda' gave another disdainful smile,

"What? You don't believe I'm her?"

"No i don't and now I'm just curious who you are and what you are doing in my Woman's body"

Hal said while he summoned Executioner and his eyes became blood red.

The display only made 'Melinda' chuckle while she continued to stare him down while she twirled the Armament in her hand slowly.

'I knew there was something about her Bloodline that was remiss' Grimoire suddenly piped

'Oh so you're finally going to talk?' Hal said in a snide tone while 'Melinda' began to move closer

'Don't be so touchy, i needed to completely analyze the situation and provide you with the feedback I'm providing right now'

Grimoire said in a soothing voice

'And the analysis?' Hal said in a bid to keep his calm

'You're right, it's not Melinda at least she's not the one controlling her body'

Grimiore reported

'Then what is?' He asked

'A will. A primeval inheritance will' Grimoire said and Hal paused,

'Wait, that's...'

'Yes, it's a little similar to the singing lullaby in your soul world as well as how you instinctively know things about your bloodline'

Grimoire said in a slow and gentle voice

At that time 'Melinda' had finally made it to Hal and swung her Armament at him, Hal raised Executioner to intercept the strike...

*Clang*

...The force of it sent him sliding backwards and once he stopped he looked up into the calm face of his opponent who's Golden eyes locked unto him with that ever present disdain.

Hal stayed in the same place and made no move or showed any intention to make the first attack, he was not sizing her up. It was clear she was not merely a Mid stage Cosmic Armament cultivator anymore.

The Primeval will that had taken control of her body was obviously also making use of Bloodline strength and while it seemed quite far from being divine there still remained something that made it all clear that all was not as it seemed.

This 'Will' was obviously the reason Grimoire had warned against trying to make contact with Melinda's bloodline with his in hope of releasing the suppression.

He could see now that it was not really a backlash with the bloodline that would have killed him, it was a backlash with this 'Primeval will-. One that was composed of Holy light as opposed to the Devil bloodline's nefarious Darkness.

However, A lot of things still did not add up, one of which was what a Primeval inheritance will was doing in a Unique bloodline.

One thing he was sure about though, even if he had no idea how he would survive someone who hated him so much and superseded the strength of anyone he had ever faced, he would not harm her.

Primeval Will or not, the body belonged to Melinda and he could not bring himself to attack it with intent to destroy.

The one in control of Melinda's body had obviously picked up on this as she smirked,

"Oh? You don't want to attack her. Could it be that the Spawn of the Devil actually...cares for someone other than himself"

Hal said nothing but at that time Myra's voice sounded from his Soul space,

'It's her. I can't believe it'

Hal wanted to ask who Myra was referring to as she obviously knew the true identity of his opponent but he wasn't able to concentrate as 'Melinda' was back on the attack.

*CLANG*

Their blades connected as Hal released the red fogs to aid in keeping her attacks at bay. Black fogs also came out and joined the first.

When 'Melinda' saw the Black fog and the change of Hal's Sclera to black, the expression she gave was one of such genuine hatred that Hal almost smacked himself in the face for not having thought of this already...

"It's not really me you hate is it?" He asked while he successfully pushed her back

'Melinda' sneered,

"Never thought that bitch would have a son"

She said while she spun and made to attack his ribcage, the Red fogs made to block the attack but the Golden veins on the Armament shone and it's blade passed through it easily. Hal twisted his body just in time to be hit by the flat of it instead of it's sharp edge...

*Bam*

*Crack*

... Some of his ribs were broken but he knew it would have been worse had it been the edge.

"Hahahaha. I don't believe it. She finally has a devil spawn and he is actually taking punishment rather than killing someone else. This is incredible. I'm still going to gut you though"

-puh-

Hal spat out blood and wiped the trail on the side of his lips,

"Anyone ever tell you? You talk too much"

Her face blanked at the nonchalant comment, she gritted her teeth and went after him again.

Their battle continued with spins, feints and pointed jabs. Hal continued to defend while she continued to make lacerations and cuts on his body some of which healed almost immediately while others took their sweet time and wracked his body with pain.

-Puchi-

He spurt out blood of much larger volume this time.

'You can't keep defending. At this rate, you'll die. You need to attack' Grimoire berated

'Shut up. Attacking her will only hurt Melinda. That 'Primeval will' will be unaffected. It's not even truly animate.

'From what I can gather it's reacting to it's originator's deep hatred for my Bloodline. Injuring Melinda would most likely stop the battle but the only one who will suffer is her.

So what I need from you now is how else this can end without me attacking'

Grimoire was silent for a while before,

'There's only one way. Melinda herself must stop it and that's only assuming she's not in support of this attack. This will is but a sliver of a Primeval's true power. It's mild but more than enough to end you should this continue.'

'She will stop it' was all Hal said as he ignored everything else Grimoire had brought to consideration.

Melinda was his most trusted. Their meeting had not been planned but it had happened. He had not actively sought her out but they had met all the same...

...and when she bought him, she did it to save him despite her hatred of men.

He could not explain it but he would rather kill himself than hurt her. And so...

While he did not know for sure what was going on in her head, he could only hold on to the hope that he was not the only one who felt this way.