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#1 Nice Middle

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Posted 13 October 2013 - 05:42 PM

Okay. Visitors doesn't matter anymore. It was stolen from a French guy who also wrote it for this fellow comrades in a Pokémon forum. But it was just so epic - probably the most epic tale I'd ever read at that time.

I copy-pasted it and rewrote in English, converting details and members' names to FES', then added my own touch.

BUT.

I am now back with my own fiction, that I intend to turn into a novel, fully imagined and written alone. 100% legit!

My apologies to y'all (especially Pie for punching him, and Fish and Mikki cuz I bothered them as they checked each chapter before it was published here).

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Part 1

Could you imagine ...

A thin, short boy, with long dusky black hair, and a dismal, yet scornful look on his face?

That is Kathrono.

Now, can you imagine an entity that is, as strange as it sounds, just a mere concoction of pure sorrow and hatred?

That is also Kathrono.

But more than anything, Kathrono is the heir. And of all the questions and wonders that such a statement could bring up, many shall be answered in this tale.


Kathrono - Kath's the name for intimate friends, or so he wishes - is kind of an unique being.

Nobody loves him. Nobody considers it'd be wise to show consideration for this youngster. He doesn't even know the reason why.

He never knew his parents. The persons who took care of him since its birth were afraid of him. And his teachers and classmates didn't even seem to notice his existence. Slightly frustrated by the world's behavior, he decided to not care about people anymore and live his own little life alone. He often wanders in streets and doesn't pay much attention to thick crowds, but if he ever happened to bump into someone while he's lost in his lonely thoughts, then that'd person would hit him in angriness then walk away, grunting.
Every time he tried to cuddle a pet, he ended up scratched, bitten, or beaten by its owner.

No one loves Kathrono.

But Kathrono loves a girl.

Her name is Hillary.

He finally decided to propose to her by that sunny day. He waited for her to appear in the main building's main hall - the place in which students came in and went out and where bleakness met boredom until the chosen one suddenly walked in. Her long blonde hair - most of it divided in tendrils of various lenght - flapped to her back on each and every step she was making.
Sweet, sweet sight, being able to watch that pretty blue-eyed lady approach her friends and go blah blah blah with them. Girly talk isn't interesting unless it's spoken by a bewitching female teenager!
She talked and talked again, and kept talking till her hand was grabbed by someone behind her.

"Hillary... I love you."

She turned around to face the person and amazingly, she immediately fell for what they call 'love at first sight'.

Three months later, his goal was attained since a few weeks already - they were a true couple.

One day when they weren't together, he sat down on the green hill overlooking the city and started playing with little sparks of light emerging from his fingers as he thought about her pretty face.

He didn't know how or why, but he was able to create and make use of light. It was his little secret.

But that day, a grey-haired young man suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed his wrists. Kath blenched and tried to struggle.

"You must stop doing this," said the man.

"Why?" Kathrono asked, softly confused.

"Because this world will be destroyed if you keep using this talent."

"Why?"

"You must stop. This is my last warning", he said before walking away.

Aside from this mysterious folk, Hillary was the only one who dared - and liked - talking to him, as they have shared many conversations together for months now. That brought up a feeling he never came across before. A very enjoyable feeling, by the way. He wondered; how did it happen? Because he has faced a human being in the eyes and shot straight with honest words, which led to opening the gate to her heart? Would that work with other men and women as well?

Hillary put a hand on his shoulder, which took him off his thoughts.

They smiled to each other and exchanged a kiss on the lips.

"See you at the usual meeting place", she said with a wink.

The meeting place was a two meters and a half high granite wall used as a fence to delimit two rival gangster sites of the city. The whole city feared these two dangerous organizations, but no one ever gave a damn about the granite wall - even the gangs didn't bother with it for some reason.

The two young lovers liked to sit down next to each other on this wall, discussing while staring at what's happening in one side or another.

Yet that day, Hillary did something unusual. Especially from her.

"What are you doing?" Kath asked her as he saw she suddenly crossed her fingers and closed her eyes.

She didn't answer right away.

Kath spoke again, "I'm not sure that I like what you're doing right now, Hillary."

"Why? What's wrong with believing in Her?"

Kathrono turned around and faced his knees while his beloved comrade kept intertwining her fingers.

"It feels fake. What proves you that she exists?"

"Because it's Her salvation who brought this world to prosperity."

The boy looked away.

"If I were God, I'd turn myself into a giant and flatten the whole mankind under my foot's pressure, so that all those bitches can pay for what they've done to me. Ignoring me is a sin."

"Hey, play it cool mate", she said with an edgy look on her face. "You're starting to speak nonsense, and I don't even know what you're talking about."

Play it cool? That was actually nonsense, given the circumstances. Kath went completely upset as soon as he vainly tried to think of some utterance that would make her hear reason, and stood up above her before grabbing her crossed hands. She looked up to face him.

"I'm wasn't done with the prayer."

"I don't care -"

Kathrono suddenly felt a thwack on his nose.

She smacked him. In the face.

"I thought you were a nice guy. But it just seems like you're only a crazy hater. Bye."

He didn't retain her - he couldn't. He was too shocked.


To be continued.
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#2 Nice Middle

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Posted 13 October 2013 - 05:42 PM

Part 2


He wasn't even on the verge of tears. All that remained was shock and confusion - and especially, more and more hatred towards the world.

Kathrono suddenly felt an usually painful heartbeat that almost made him faint. So he swiftly put his hand on the area his heart was located, and just after he did, glimmering light appeared there, passing through the spaces between his fingers.
What the hell is going on? he thought, until he realized a grey-haired man was standing behind him. But he wasn't the same than the previous one.

"The reason why your two souls are discordant, is because you already belong to someone else."

Kath's ability to speak was prevented by the lacerating pain, but he could think straight at least. If he were belonging to anyone on Kliszer, then why did nobody - with the exception of Hillary and those two gray-haired men - ever cared to be somewhat friendly to him?

"If you seek attention, then you just gotta grow up. Tell me if you are resolved to make that change, for I take interest in you after that. The object of all desires cannot be found in such lack of personality."

The light made itself brighter.

"That glimpse of light that visibly gets out of this unique heart of yours... Make sure it appears fairly often in order for it to reach its paroxysm soon enough. That way, the protagonist can rise up."

"Wait...!" Kathrono looked up at him... but he was gone already.

Thirteen minutes later, he managed to get back home as the pain in his chest diminished as time went. Nonsense, nonsense everywhere. After thirteen years of existence, he only began to realize the plethora of nonsense that was actually filling this planet.
He had to relax and enter in a 'peace of mind' state, in order to clear his own mind, which was full of recently heard terms that he considered as 'nonsense'. Especially the notions of "Goddess" and "protagonist". Protagonist this, protagonist that, blah blah blah...

Kathrono decided to take a shower first, though. And just like everytime he took one, he grabbed his portable mirror to contemplate the black brand under his left nipple. He wasn't aware when he got it from though, and nobody at the orphanage seemed to give a damn about it. It seemed to illustrate a human being intertwining their fingers with pretty long black angels wings emerging from their back.

"I feel so bruised." he said as he left the bathroom before falling asleep on his room's couch.

The next day, he went to Kliszerstohl's high school as usual. But just like the previous one, this day wouldn't be an ordinary day.
Before he could even think of Hillary in any way, he saw a throng of students who went to the school's natural park to assist to some ruction, and intrigued by this, Kathrono decided to follow the bandwagon.

Once there, he noticed three guys standing in the middle of a crowd. The first one was a tall, brown-haired adolescent who - as strange as it sounds - was sucking a very uncommon food; a 'mustard stick'.
The second one, standing next to the first one as they faced the third, possessed a pretty long blonde hair fixed upward with hair gel. He was also holding a skate-board under his arm.
The last one seemed to be an Average Joe, but larger and taller than the other two.

"What is the meaning of this, Ernest?" said the large student, pointing his gross finger at the brown-haired one. "Did you seriously dare coming back here, as if nothing happened at all? Everyone in this school is aware of your reputation of assassin."

"Like I care?" replied the so named Ernest.

"Nobody likes you here. Your sin has led you to end up all alone against the world. Go die in a hole."

"I'm just about to kill you."

"You would kill after having been judged for murder? Dude, you're a desperate social case."

And so on - until the cantankerous student was suddenly killed without further ado. His eyes went white and blood literally burst out from his chest as he fell down backwards. By the time their fellow comrades had realized that he just died, this Ernest guy had already put his sword back away in the sheath that his blonde-haired friend held in his free hand.
Now that was odd. That was the first time Kathrono assisted to a murder. He saw the scene very accurately but Ernest acted fastly enough to not allow him to notice where the blade came from. Such speed in action was... pure insanity.

Screams arose from the crowd.

"He killed him!!"

"Call the police!"

Other students screamed in panic and horror, running away and creating confusion in the park, while the two mysterious guys remained there, staring at the corpse.

"Why did you kill him?" asked Kathrono.

Ernest and his friend both turned around to face the teenager. The one with the skate-board widened his eyes.

"Look at this, Ernew. Here comes the protagonist," he said with a smirk.



To be continued.
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#3 kirant

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Posted 13 October 2013 - 10:29 PM

Interesting. I feel a bit lost when reading it though.

There seems to be way too much happening at once. A tip I've always heard about fiction is to introduce your fictional elements slowly as to allow the reader to get adjusted to the new world. If it's just our world, you can pretty much drop straight in, but if you've got magic, swords at school, etc, you need the additional time to explain what's going on.

I'm guessing the author is planning to do an in media res type of thing and explain as we get in, but my mind was going in circles trying to remember what the city was, what this kid was doing, and more. It could be a translation issue to some degree.

A major thing I think about here is the pacing. I know there are some terrific short story writers out there, but there isn't much room here for me to really care about what is happening to the characters yet. It was a terrific starting point right up until the meeting with Hilary. At that point, it seemed to want to gloss over detail after detail before so we can get to the heart of the matter.

I'd almost say you could dedicate, if you're going with a novette to novella length:
- The same introduction
- About 400 words to introduce Hilary. Maybe follow Kathrono around to school and watch him swoon over her.
- About 200-300 words introducing us to Kathrono's life. Where does he live? What does he do in his spare time?
- About 800 words to have Kathrono propose. This is a fairly major event in the story (at least early) and would give us a chance to see how he thinks.
- About 1000 words for the "three months later" event. It's a good point to start introducing us to this element of magic
- About 700 words for that exchange at the wall.

That'd be about 3200 words. It looks to fit in about 5 chapters, so that would land 15000 words, right near the edge of the "novette" category.

At least, that's kind of the length I'd go for. The story has a bit of a suspense element to it, but might need a bit of work just to pad it out to make if feel more natural.

If you're familiar with baseball, I'd recommend reading The Art of Fielding. It's a well paced book for the first 400 pages. Light and accessible (like I'm one to talk though. I tend to put everything in a litany of detail).

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Posted 14 October 2013 - 12:38 AM

Aw sweet! I'm glad to see that you're still writing (or perhaps now starting to write, I guess).

Beyond what Kirant said (he was completely correct, by the way- I felt like the story jumped WAY too fast from the proposal to the meeting to the magic to the religion to the breakup, without a break in between parts or any explanation, kind of like this sentence), I noticed some unclear or incorrect wording at times. This is understandable, as English isn't your first language, but it could be a problem at times. For example:

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"Assisted" here would mean that he helped kill the student. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but it didn't seem like he took a part in the killing from the rest of the text. Maybe "This was the first time Kathrono witnessed a murder." would work better? At any rate, I could help you word some parts differently to make it more understandable/grammatically correct, if you wanted.

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Posted 15 October 2013 - 04:29 PM

@kirant:

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It could be a translation issue to some degree.


...Translation? Dude, nothing here was translated. The French version doesn't even exist yet.

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It looks to fit in about 5 chapters


What are you talking about? The story as a whole? It's gonna be way more than five chapters. Though, as I don't have enough time and motivation in my week-ends, it'll be divided into "parts".

Also, I apologize for making such a terrific opening to the universe. @.@ Yet, every text and part of Gods'n'Chains that will be posted here are only gonna be WIPs.

@Fish

Yes, that's the word I was thinking about actually. Just didn't remember it as I wrote the scene.

Thanks for reading.

In the meantime, have this bit of glossary to clear up a few things:

- The planet they live in is called Kliszer, the city he lives in is called Kliszerstohl.

- Kathrono is the only one who can use magic, as he can create light. However, his thoughts about this mysterious personal feature don't go farther than "I like it", "it's beautiful", primitive thoughts etc. Also, he doesn't know where he got this talent from and nobody in this rational world would know more about it.

- I ADMIT that I've rushed a lot of things, especially the reason why light suddenly appeared while making a mess inside his heart.

- The introduction and use of a sword is clearly exclusive to that one character at the moment and is considered as a pure wonder by Kathrono and fellas.

- As more chapters come, this universe won't be as rational as it was before the beginning of the story.
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#6 kirant

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Posted 15 October 2013 - 06:00 PM

QUOTE (Nice Middle @ Oct 15 2013, 09:29 AM)
...Translation? Dude, nothing here was translated. The French version doesn't even exist yet.

Well, that rules that out then.

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What are you talking about? The story as a whole? It's gonna be way more than five chapters. Though, as I don't have enough time and motivation in my week-ends, it'll be divided into "parts".

Well, I think the suggestion may be to expand much further than you have into each part then. Novels are generally considered 40-50k+ words. Rushing to get into the action makes the reader play catch up right from the start and works with that generally get sidelined by readers very quick.

As an analog: have you ever tried jumping into a game which infodumps you at the start? It's not fun. Extra Credits once did a video about how Skyrim's opening kind of did that and lost quite a few people with random terms like "Jarl" and "Stormcloaks" with implicit assumption than the viewer would understand. Very similar principles are rooted in writing fiction.

Be informative and revealing without being direct something I've heard. Don't have a "staring in the mirror" scene (well, most of the time. The single fictional writing I have on here I have such a scene...but for completely different reasons) or a chapter purely stating "The world is [x]. The city is [y].", but give us details as we go along...just enough so we don't get lost and ask "what is that?". Maybe something along the lines of "Kathrono backed off from his chair at the sight of Hilary. She had her oak coloured hair (I'm assuming a random shade of brown - another issue there) in 7 braids. As always." That gives us three pieces of information without stating any in a boring manner: 1) Kathrono is either shy or scared of Hilary (an arbitrary trait I gave him for example's sake). 2) Hilary has light brown hair. 3) Hilary has some form of consistency in her life. She keeps the same intricate detail in her hair every day. Maybe 4 if you think being that observant enough to catch that is a trait worth noting.

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Also, I apologize for making such a terrific opening to the universe. @.@

...Buh? You might want to re-read that. Apologizing for something good makes little sense.

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Glossary

I think by fact that we needed a glossary to identify the world was Kliszer would reflect increased need on a proper introduction. No need for the explanation on magic. I fully assume that is suppose to be part of the suspense and is one of the leading questions throughout the tale ("What is this magic? Why does this stuff happen when Kathrono uses it?").

I really think you've probably got something interesting and would be something to read in my spare time. Just spend some time fleshing out our world so we understand what's going on before proceeding into the guts.

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- The introduction and use of a sword is clearly exclusive to that one character at the moment and is considered as a pure wonder by Kathrono and fellas.

Unfortunately, the concept of a sword being locked to a single character or that it is purely his skill isn't really labelled to me. What I got was that he had a sword and that his use of it defied common convention in speed. It wasn't described whether he had a sword before, so I don't know if he was just carrying it around or if it materialized out of nowhere. I don't know, in a fictional world, whether there is legal carry laws. Even a single sentence to portray Kathrono's mindset may fix that may help (ex - "Where did that sword come from? And, even more concerning, how did he get that sword?").

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Posted 27 October 2013 - 06:22 PM

Protagonist! thought Kathrono.

"He a friend of yours?" asked the swordsman, tilting his head.

"Not yet, Ernew, not yet."

"But you certainly do seem to know him, Sylvestre."

"I do, indeed."

Ernest stared at his friend, Sylvestre stared back. Kath was in a bind now. Facing a young man who was wielding a katana of unknown provenance and who just killed a student in front of everyone, and another young man carrying a skate-board who seemed related to all these stories and stuff mentioning a protagonist was really nothing but a through-and-through blue situation.

Kathrono was just about to question them when officers from the local force suddenly swarmed through towards their location, pointing their guns at the three students. A blonde-haired young woman, who seemed to lead them, stepped forward but stopped at a reasonable distance - just in case, for her to not receive a hazardous slash coming from a katana. A corpse lied there on the ground, and of the three boys surrounding it, only one of them was unknown to her - but the identity of the murderer was no mystery for her. But the official protocol required a slight confirmation, since she couldn't accuse without proof as well.

"I am Lieutenant Séréna, officer from the Knights of the Cerulean Deity - the local force that rules over Kliszer. The responsible of the crime that just happened here shall now raise his hand without further ado."

Sylvestre had only six hundredths of a second to think of a solution before Ernest would raise his damn hand. Even though he was a simple student within the school, he was also an undercover agent within the said knights, and couldn't allow themselves to get in a troublesome relationship with their current leaders just because Ernest had messed up. Six ****ing hundredths of a second were way enough for him though.

"Lieutenant! It's about time you arrived," he screamed. "Here's the boy who's related to the mysterious dissident conqueror fella we're looking for!"

"Really?" asked Séréna. "Seize him this instant!"

That just threw Ernest. He was going to be brought back to the headquarters by the force and scolded at, for a reason that he was ignoring, everyone was suddenly reporting their attention on the petty boy. Weird, real weird.

There was no need to say it twice for Kathrono to understand what was going on. He turned around to face the knights - Flash! he thought, and a mighty sparkle of light blinded the soldiers, who dropped their guns to rub their eyes. Feeling kinda proud of the way he handled them, he remained static for a few seconds - that was enough for someone to dangerously approach him from behind.

"You can feel honored to taste Vivace's sharpness," said the murderer, getting his blade off its sheath.

"Do not kill him!" screamed Séréna.

The boy was too destabilized to try to dodge - but Ernest didn't slice him. He had stopped his move as his sword was just about to cut his target in two. Only two centimeters were separating the katana's edge from his skull.

"Why did you stop all of the sudden?" asked Syl.

"It - the katana - won't hit him", stated Ernest. "It just can't, for whatever reason."

Kath seized this opportunity to move. He tried to kick the assassin in the crotch but Ernest dodged - he then pushed him aside and ran towards the park's fence, but suddenly stopped as the other young adult caught his arm.

"You stay here," uttered Sylvestre.

"**** you," said Kath as an answer before bitting the blonde-haired guy's wrist roughly. He put so much strength at it that Syl had to kick him out himself to avoid the rip-off of his hand.

As the knights had recovered their sight and then made a global stampede in order to pursue the boy, Sylvestre screamed, "don't follow him!" as Kathrono flew. He cupped his bloody wrist, originally covered by the sleeve of his jacket, to hide the black brand that was on it.

"Wise decision", said the lead woman. "Retreat for now."

Half a hour later, Ernest and Sylvestre were standing right in front of her in the Deity's headquarters' lobby. She was actually glaring at them and tapping foot, but it's not like they were really caring about her.

"One of you freely took a youngster's life away, and the other let him act as he wished while he was not authorized to. And on top of that, you both contributed to the failure of the capture of a dangerous individual!"

No reaction.

"Plus, if you, Ernest, hadn't damn well interrupted your attack, he'd probably be in our hands now!"

"Shut your damn mouth and let me enjoy my meal," he replied as he licked another stick made of mustard.

"You just killed a boy! Why aren't you even feeling guilty?!"

No reaction once again. Ernest kept sucking and staring. Mischief could almost be read on his face, and Séréna had a feeling he would burst out laughing out of amusement, if he didn't have any ethics.

"Anyway," Séréna said, "your positions are to be reconsidered real soon."

"Why's that?" asked Sylvestre who suddenly seemed intrigued.

"That's merely because Sylvestre Dorel, a eighteen years old student who was chose to be the cardinal's personal assistant because of his exceptional knowledge and skill, and Ernest Caldwell, a seventeen years old assassin who was hired here to pay his debt to the society, have both been considered as outworn by the cardinal himself, to the benefit of a new recruit who is even younger."

"Haha!" This situation seemed to amuse Sylvestre a lot. "What's that gonna be now? Sixteen? Fifteen?"

"Thirteen," replied the lieutenant.

"This is actually Kathrono's age. How awkward."

Sylvestre wondered how come the cardinal happened to make such a choice, and if such decisions were to be taken again in the nigh future.

"The said recruit is actually to be a Lieutenant, too. Which means, they're gonna be your superior."

Syl smiled as one of his interrogations was just solved. That was just so much to bear for one day, but who knows - maybe that would turn out to be a lot of fun in the end.

"I'll find the boy," he said before walking away.

"Aren't you keen to meet the new lieutenant first?" asked Séréna, tilting her head.

"We shall meet eventually, I suppose!" answered Sylvestre as he went outside. He wasn't sure if he had to give Kathrono the answers the boy was asking for so soon, but he'd decide afterwards.

Séréna watched him go.

"Ernest."

The assassin looked back at her.

"Follow me. I shall introduce you to her."

She led him into their unity's refectory, where the knights were having their own meal. A young, blonde girl was standing up there, looking at the men. She didn't seem to notice the assassin's presence.

"Ernest," said Séréna, "let me introduce you to lieutenant Camélia. Lieutenant, let me introduce you to-"

She wasn't hearing her. It looked like she was suddenly irritated by something or someone. With lightning speed, she loaded up her gun and fired. A knight fell dead to the floor.

Ernest widened his eyes. It was all like "what the ****" in his mind right then. She did shot him without a motive. Every soldier in there began feeling frightened. Even Séréna shivered a little. They didn't know why. Perhaps because of the might contained in her gaze. So much strenght.

"Listen now, you bunch of dogs. Name's Camélia, I'm the new superior here. In order to seize the chosen boy, you shall need a fine, professionnal cooperation. If you want me to give you my cooperation, you shall learn to give me yours. Today's lesson will be to kneeling down before me and ask for my , like pitiful dogs."

They all nodded, not sure about what else they could have done then.

"You shall be the first to show them the example", she said as she then pointed her gun up Ernest's back.

He was actually surprised, but nobody around could guess since his quite usual destabilizing glance had not been wiped away. He was not impressed. The young girl adressed him a mischevious grin.

"I'm so thrilled now!" she muttered nastily.

Meanwhile, Kathrono was on his way home, walking carefully in order to not be caught by the force. He passed through the least common streets to not be seen, turned left at an intersection, briefly looked behind him to be sure that he wasn't followed - until he bumped into someone. He didn't look up and was about to run, but the person blocked the way.

"Hey, are you the one who bullies my girlfriend?"

Kath looked up and noticed they were just a young man. A thug. And behind that thug, were standing more dangerous-looking thugs. And on top of that, Hillary was there, glancing archly at the young boy.

"Yeah, it's him!" she said.

Kathrono felt his blood freezing up.


To be continued.
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Posted 03 November 2013 - 01:55 PM

The Knights of the Cerulean Deity were the religious organization that was founded twenty years ago by the cardinal from that time to keep a perpetual grip on the handle of judiciary justice all over Kliszer. Actually, that role was also filled by another local force, called Toxus, that was way older than the Deity. But the cardinal was the supreme ruler of the planet, the lord and master of every human being. He so decided that, as Toxus' methods to preserve peace were just too brutal, justice would be done following the rightful says of the Goddess. However, Toxus' leader, whose true identity was kept secret but who was also known as Lord Supreme, disagreed with such principles, which is why their organization and the Cerulean Deity were rivals. The parting of the criminal cases had always been complicated since then. That was the kliszerish system in a nutshell.


"Oh, by the way, I'm taking this."


Camélia swiftly grabbed the sheathed katana and took it off Ernest's waistband. The guy glared up at her. She was amused and would have liked to make any sign to remind him about the gun stuck over him, but they both knew it wasn't necessary anyway.


"Why aren't you taking it back?" asked Séréna.


"Heh, I ain't crazy. She's shoving a gun up my back. Don't wanna get shot."


"Sounds like a thorny situation."


"It is."


Camélia felt a little irritated that these two allowed themselves to speak on their own, just like if she wasn't there to shot their heads mindlessly.


Ernest slowly stooped his right knee until it hit the floor. Séréna clapped a hand over her own mouth - witnessing the young assassin made powerless by a young girl so easily was really a special sight. The rest of the knights was speechless as they were watching some kind of duel between the two most dreadful officers within the Deity. Even though Ernest was temporarily bound, which was good news for them, just one move of them would suffice for them to receive a bullet all of a sudden.


Camélia frowned eyebrows smoothly. "Why glaring at me so fiercely? I've heard about you, Ernest Caldwell." She poked his chin to make him face her more properly, even though that only made his gaze more repulsive than it already was. But all Camélia really felt like doing right then was kissing his cold lips out of joy from seeing his reaction. "You really are irkful when you get to face situations like this sans katana."


He finally decided to put his second knee down. Camélia giggled at that and patted his head gently.


"That's how it has to be done, even if I'd have preferred more rapidity in action to be frank," she told the soldiers before yawning. "One who does not do as I say shall be chastened... just like this!"


Before anyone could even try to stop her, she shot another knight, whose corpse fell on the floor as life was taken away from him.


"Why?!" asked Séréna.


"So is the view of justice that the cardinal asked me to spread. In order to bring this world to its golden age and to be here to make it last forever, it must be made sure that our men have the potential to bear the weight of it on their shoulders. The two knights I shot today haven't been killed by random choice, you know. They just weren't qualified."


"Lies! Lies!" Séréna screamed out of rage.


"Dismissed." The new lieutenant crushed the second one with the tone of her voice.


The knights, along with her, quickly left the refectory, pretending to be in a hurry. Ernest remained there, knees on the floor, and Camélia sat on a seat, stroking the blade.


"You can stand up, now."


"About time, too."


"Lucky you're interesting me. I would have shot one of those bastards if they dared answering me that way."


"That's so laudable from you!" he said with a frank admiration. "You deserve I'd kiss you."


"Please. I'd prefer to wait for the time I'll snatch it on my own."


Ernest shrugged, Camélia spoke again.


"That cardinal guy told me all about ya, sweet boy. We all know about your addiction to seeing blood flow outta your victims' corpses."


"Indeed, I find pleasure in murders. So?"


"I wonder why it's so..."


"One who earned the title of assassin can be considered as a professionnal, you know. However, an assassin does not kill because he is being asked to, or forced to. If I had to teach you my ways, I'd tell you I just chasten those who irritate me, or who don't do the things I want them to do, or this, or that. They're merely getting killed because I desire their death. It's like an accomplishment, you see?"


"That's so laudable!" said Camélia. "Can I give you a kiss?"


"**** off. I'm leaving this place now. Bye."


"See you tomorrow, sweetie!" Camélia waved at him cheerfully.


Ernest went back to the lobby as he intended to leave. But he made a stop there and intertwined his fingers, closing his eyes.


"Oh my Goddess, please hear my prayers. I adress my apologies to you for my late misbehavior. I also adress my thanks to you for offering me the chance of meeting more and more singular persons out there who have the potential to please my nostrils with their uncommonnally exceptional quality of blood. I promise not to be ungrateful and I swear my greed will unleash a thankful howl as soon as it it sated."


He seemed to ignore that Camélia was spying on him just then, peeking over the hallway from behind a statue.


"The question is, when will it be sated? I'm just ****in' dying to know the answer to this question!" they both murmured to themselves merrily before each of them left, taking a different direction.



Kathrono didn't feel like dealing with this shit and stepped back swiftly but bumped into someone once again. Two other thugs were blocking the way, and he realized he was completely surrounded. Hillary walked up next to her new boyfriend and smiled at him gently.


"The name's Mephisto," said the beloved thug. A tall guy with a metis skin and short black hair. "My girlfriend here told me you bullied her. That's just not nice, dude. She's a kind little girl who hasn't asked anything but to be left in peace. So, as she asked the Goddess how to react, she's been told that you had to be chastened. Accordingly, you're gonna get a fine treatment, delivered by our mighty hands - oh wait, no. It will be delivered by the Goddess herself!"


"Shut up."


Mephisto raised an eyebrow and grinned from ear to ear as he noticed the boy's suddenly resolved glance. Shoot straight! Kathrono told himself, clenching his fists.


"I'll kill you all in any case. I'm just sick of this planet and its residents!"


"Play it cool, Kath," threw Hillary. "You deserve to be given a little treatment for making me suffer," she said before wrapping her arms around her new boyfriend's waist and kissing his lips yearningly. Kath spat on the ground out of disgust.


"Please handle the young man here", said Mephisto to his fellow thugs when the kisses stopped.


Five thugs stepped onward.


One of them charged at him swiftly and reached his fist out, preparing to hit him hardly. They were in immediate contact now! Kath felt it instantly -- the adrenaline! So much adrenaline right then! Dodge! Tackle! And the final blow - all of this resulted into the destruction of the assaulter's backbone after he received an aerial kick there.


"I guess that wasn't too bad," said the boy as he looked around, nodding.


He wasn't realizing what he was truly doing. He was actually having too much fun . Yeah, that was right! For the first time of his whole life, he was having real fun!


"The boy's on fire, it seems!" shouted Mephisto as he clapped his hands in satisfaction.


Kathrono ran towards the next one and drew a sword made of solidified light to slice him in. He then created another one at full speed and used them both to attack two other opponents in a vertical fashion, cutting each one's body in two perfect halves. The last one came around swiftly - Kathrono retracted his blades and reached his hand out toward his enemy's forehead - they both stopped moving all of a sudden - the thug being intimidated by what he had seen, and Kathrono... well...


"What the hell?" he shaked his fingers repeatedly in hope to see the light appear as it usually does, but this time it didn't show up. His blood ran even colder than before - and his opponents suddenly grinning weren't really helping his case.


"I don't know how you've been doing this actually, but it's a good thing that you can't anymore. It would have made me feel sad to kill someone with such a talent!" snickered Mephisto. "Enough sweet talk! KILL HIM!"


Three boys jumped on him and put him down on the ground. The first one held his arms, the second one kicked him away continually and the third one pinched his two temples.


I need a savior! I need a hero!! Kath shouted internally.


"This hurts, doesn't it? IT DOES, RIGHT? I'm so mean I'll have ya get a cardiac arrest from too much adrenaline, but first I want to hear ya moan to death before I actually kill ye'!"


Kath was just about to pass out for good when all of a sudden, a shadowy silhouette arose on top of them all of a sudden and killed the baddies with a mere whirl of his foot before landing onto of the corpses.


"Enter the savior," said the newcomer.


Kath stood up quickly and rubbed his temples slowly, chugging and moaning painfully. Sylvestre looked at him while his division of knights took care of him, then stared at Mephisto and the others.


"We just happened to witness how you hooligans attempted murder on an individual protected by the force. Accordingly, you will get a fine punishment, delivered by our elitist hands - oh wait, no. It'll be delivered by God himself!" Syl said as he put his skate-board down on the floor.


"Hillary. Run," ordered Mephisto. "We'll tear you to shreds, you fake worshipper!", he shouted, coming at the agent whilst his girlfriend headed for the hills.


He was soon joined by a huge, obese man at his service, and the two thugs headed towards the blonde-haired guy. Sylvestre jumped, drawing his skate-board, which incitated the others to do the same as well, wearing butterfly knifes.


"We'll have the boy, whatever it takes."


"Is it really gonna happen? I think not!" Sylvestre literally cut fatty's arm off with the sharp-edged side of his skateboard.


Whilst his fellow henchman fell down in pain, Mephisto dodged Syl's immediate follow-up attack under the wire and the two of them landed on the ground shortly after that.


"Fetch!" snickered Sylvestre, disappointed that he missed.


A knight approached them.


"Sylvestre, the boy is nowhere to be found."


"Watcha mean?" the leader of the division crossed his arms while he kept on facing Mephisto as he spoke to the knight. "He was there one minute ago. Did he slip outta your watch?"


"Looks that way, Sylvestre. Please forgive me."


"It's alright, I guess. Couldn't have gone far, if you ask me."


"This is true."


Mephisto smirked. "Why is the Deity protecting this wimp?"


"I'm not really aware of this detail, and if I were, I wouldn't tell you anyway." That was a lie of course. He, of all people, knew the truth. "But I got business to deal with concerning him. And, trust it, I always get it done. I need to deal with you, too. You're good. You're precious. Not as important as the wimp though, but you're a fine matter. And I always get what I want. I like to think of it as an accomplishment, you know? Anyway, let's get down to it."


"Your blood will flow if you try to resist," stated Mephisto.


"That's my line," answered the skate-board guy. "Ready to get your ticket for your single trip to hell?" he added as he held his hair up, glancing at the brigand with his handsome, yet newly mysterious eyes.


Mephisto freaked the hell out as he saw his eyes. It felt like he saw the devil!


"Hillary!"


Kathrono had followed her all the way to the north of the city, stopping her course in a dead end. His temples still hurt him.


"Step aside, Kathrono. I must go home."


She did just one step and the look on Kathrono's face was sufficient for her to understand he wouldn't let her pass. They charged at one another - she was the first to hit the other - she thumped him hardly in the stomach, and he had to bend over holding it in pain. It obviously wasn't the same as the time she smacked him in the face.


"You *****!" yelled Kathrono, waving his fist. "You know violence is a sin, right?"


"I thought you didn't give a shit about religion."


"I don't. But I read about it in a book at the orphanage. Also, badmouth is a sin too. I'm just saying this for you, ya know. I still consider this as nonsense, nonsense, nonsense."


****ing nonsense, did he think as he couldn't refrain himself from it.


"I just pretended to give it up, while really trying to, for Mephisto to acknowledge me. I was cheating on you, Kathrono. So I guess the Goddess has abandoned me since long ago for all these sins."


Kathrono gripped her arm violently.


"If you survive after today, you'll realize how much you've been a *****. And if you don't ever realize anything of the sort, that means you already are a big *****. In any case, I'll punish you harder than what you tried to make them do to me. Attempting to murder such a fine boy like me is injustice, and I wanna purge this world of such disgusting processes, which means I have to kill the ones who . Plain and simple. That's something I consider very important to do. It's like some kind of accomplishment, you understand?"


"Sounds like a big fat waste of time to me. Knock it off, would you? You ****ing brat. You make me sick."


"If you insist." He then placed his full force in his two wrists and lifted her up before carrying the final strike to her; a magnificent, well-settled german suplex. She apparently passed out from the hit, and her skull started bleeding as it hit the floor painfully.


Kath tried one last time to materialize light. In vain. As he wondered what to do then, asking himself internally if he now had to live a runaway life, Sylvestre and the Knights of the Cerulean Deity arrived just behind him. The blonde-haired guy first kneeled down over Hillary and seemed to examinate her, then smiled up at the boy.


"I apologize for making the knights attempt to capture you in the school's park earlier. I just intended to keep my friend out of trouble. But you probably don't know what it is to have friends, I guess."


Kathrono simply stood there facing him, their hairs blowing in the breeze. Syl reached out his hand towards him - the agent's smile having been wiped away then.


"Follow me, Kathrono. No harm will be done to you if you accept to come with us," said Sylvestre.


"Why would I do that?"


"Because you must prepare. Prepare to accept your true identity, prepare to join the man you belong to, and to fight your fate, and thus, because you are the protagonist. The main character of a certain epic tale which will mark a significant rebirth to this universe's fate. Your name and your brand have been given to you in order to justify that fact."


Nonsense just appeared out of nowhere once again. Kathrono simply stared at him. "You're pulling my leg here, aren't you? This is a joke, right?"


Sylvestre burst out laughing as he heard that.


"Of course it is. What did you expect," concluded the blonde-haired guy with a more-than-ever confident look on his face while knocking out the young boy by delivering a fine kick into his chin. "Away with him!" he ordered to his men.


"Yes sir!"


As they abducted the unconscious boy and took him away, Syl stayed up there, clenching his fist against his chest and closing his eyes.


"Oh God, by all means, please let us hear your divination real soon. Fate seems to have caught us in its vortex faster than it would have been preferable to. If you don't let your sheeps hear your oracle soon enough, we'll be in a tight spot before the others can expect it..."



To be continued.
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Posted 12 December 2013 - 07:15 PM

"I'm home."

Ernest Caldwell went back home straight after work. His apartment was partially paid by the Deity itself as it accepted to hire him and give him a place where to live, since his parents weren't there to take care of him anymore. As soon as he locked the door behind him, he noticed his girlfriend waiting for him on the livingroom's couch. The name's Sarah Merchand, a seventeen years old girl who met him in their younger years, when they both were in the same elementary school. But as of that day, she was currently studying in the highest university out there in Kliszerstohl. The girl possessed a light brown skin, long tied black hair and was slightly shorter than him - taller than Camélia but perhaps as tall as Séréna.

"Greetings." She smiled up at him.

"Hiya." He walked up to her and gave her a huggle.

"There's blood on your shirt," she said as she took his jacket off.

"Yes, I've had to deal with a boorish fella at school today. Just to wipe another muck away from the planet's surface. Which led me to trouble with them cops, you know, the 'knights'. Pretty interesting day whatsoever."

"They give you a chance to redeem yourself, and yet again you get to kill more and more people. Oh, life hazards."

"Life hazards? No hazard here, Sarah. Murders and destructions still keep my blood going."

"Please stop, Ernest."

"Once I became a killer, I couldn't step backwards. And thus, since the day you stabbed me in the back."

"I beg you to not mention that incident... Please don't..."

"I killed you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and murmured some words to her ear. The reminiscence of such a memory couldn't help but hurt her, and Ernest, of all people, could totally understand her pain it was his very fault if she underwent through that murder. He forced her to sit down, along with him. The woeful look on her face disappeared all of the sudden as he put his hand in hers.

"How was your day?" he asked gently.

"Boring. I had no classes today so I spent the whole day studying. What about you?"

Ernest looked at her quietly, sucking a mustard stick. "As I have told you, this was a kinda pretty interesting day. But always comes the time when I get to think of our personal issue."

"Huh...? What do you mean?"

"It's hard enough to not think about it when I'm outside, so, now that you're facing me, princess..."

"Oh come on, my prince, don't think about that! You got a plethora of years before you must actually consider attaching some importance to the problem."

"A plethora of years?" reteirated Ernest, staring at her.

"Yes! So please, be cheerful. Do it for me..."

"Plenty of years... Yeah... Yes, of course!" he said, clapping hands in a brightening exclamation.

"See? Ain't no fun in worthless worries." she stated as she gently gave him a kiss on the forehead after pushing his brown strands aside.

Ernest faked a smile and tried to convince himself that he had indeed a lot of time to think about it... but he knew he wouldn't be able to put the matter on hold. He hesitated to say it in front of her though.
However, as he gave it some afterthought, he agreed that he could as well tell her, because seeing as how he demanded for her to always tell the truth, he might do so as well.

"No. To be honest, doing it that way doesn't please me."

They sighed together. Their optimism had just faded away right then.

"I want to sleep," he added right after the latest sentence.

"Don't you desire to eat something first? I can make dinner-"

"No. I want to sleep. Right here. Right now." he was in such a mediocre mood that he didn't even feel like bothering to undress himself.

Sarah smiled briefly and stood up, heading to the bedroom to fetch blankets and pillows from there before stuffing the couch with it. She then undressed herself partly and joined her boyfriend under the coverlets, snuggling into his neck and closing her eyes as they put their hands in each other's.

Ernest was the first to fall into the dreams realm. He looked around and saw that the entire background of the place he was standing in was white and empty. But yet he already felt a presence.

Sylvestre appeared straight in front of him and adressed a smile toward him. Ernest was not sure how to feel about this and if giving him his smile back would be the nicest thing to do, given the oddness of the situation. Next to his pal, a flow of dark purple-ish smoke seemed to gather off the floor and began to adopt the form of a human being. The newcomer had a violet typical punk hair, along with a medium-sized black strand, and wore dark shades as well as a shirt divided into two halfs that had the two previously mentioned colors on each half. "Kliszer's finest" was also written on it. Ernest knew that one guy and furrowed eyebrows as he glanced at him. The man with the shades shrugged and smirked softly, as if he wasn't impressed.

As Sylvestre and that other guy were seemingly about to begin to act and move within the realm, they were mysteriously wiped away as a bright smoke went through them and made them blurrier and blurrier before they completely disappeared from the assassin's sight.

His hand was now held by his girlfriend's. She smiled at him as he turned his head to face her. But...

Now that was odd.

Sarah was clearly talking to him, but her voice was inaudible, and even though he felt his own lips were moving on their own, he couldn't hear himself either.

Suddenly a gray-haired man, whom Kath already met in the past, appeared at a distance behind the girl and walked up to them, clamping his hand over her shoulder. Right this instant, some kind of lights started to glow out from the places their hearts were located, and they - or at least, he, from what he knew - had trouble not to lose self balance.

"You belong to me." His voice could surprisingly be heard.

Sarah's eyes began glowing as well, so much that Ernest couldn't look at her anymore, however he could watch her body raise and fall. The lights made themselves more intense, accentuating the ache and increasing the pressure inside their chests and legs.

A whack sound was heard. And Ernest woke up. Panting real sof, he took a look at his watch. 5:00 AM? It was pretty damn early, he thought.

He wasn't sleepy anymore but didn't want to slip off the couch either. He began stroking his girlfriend's hair and smiled softly as she woke up too. She blushed and let herself get snatched by his attraction while the man's hand ceased cuddling with her hair to find comfort onto her naked breasts. And so on-

The hostilities that were ongoing on that couch stopped later in the morning. Leaving his lover fall back into Morphee's arms, he stood up and dozed off for a few seconds while his brain was trying whether to take a shower immediately or to go outside and give the guy he saw in his dream a phone call.

As he grabbed his cell phone, it ringed as its screen turned itself on automatically. The name "Jake" was written in bigger letters above the number.

Irritated that he had been beaten to the punch this time, the assassin answered the call with a "No. Get bent." before hanging up the phone.

Or at least he thought he did. As he looked back at his phone, he realized the communication was still ongoing. It's not that he actually did not hang up - he just couldn't.

Well hidden somewhere inside the huge city, Jake the hacker held the power to manipulate any sort of electronic devices and machines within Kliszerthol, and make their actions become dependant of his only will, never regarding how much of a distance was separating those machines from his laptop. He, Sylvestre and Ernest knew each other since 6xth year in high school.

"Oh, dude, c'mon."

A grave, cynical voice was heard. Ernest turned on the video chat which allowed him to face the purple-haired punk, staring at his black shades and at his inexhaustible smirk. "Morning, Jake."

On the other hand, Jake's eyebrows furrowed in delight from the sight of his old pal's tousled hair.

"What business do you have with me all of a sudden?" asked Ernest, glaring down at him.

"I had a dream, yo."

"Cool beans, I suppose. What of it?" he kind of had a bad feeling about this.

"We both were inside the dream. It looked like we ended up coexisting in a realm of red rubble and red corpses. Everything was tainted of human blood. An enticing vision if I say so myself."

Ernest was immediately seduced by the description and put his gloom away to lick his upper lip, somewhat aroused as he imagined the mentioned realm. "I bet you were enjoying this as much as I would have. Please keep talking." he put his phone on the table briefly and took his shirt off then grabbed his phone back and went outside the apartment.

"I agree that it was wonderful, but y'know..."

"Yes?"

"When I say it was the two of us, it was, like, the two of us."

"So what?"

"So that would mean neither Cody nor Sarah would exist there."

"No way. I'd rather have Sarah there than you." he quit the building and headed to the cornfield located a mile away from the avenue.

"How nice of you, Ernest. But actually, we weren't really alone."

"Eh?"

Jake shrugged with a conceited smile. "Indeed. We were there, but we were like petrified. All we could do was raising our gazes up and staring back at the mighty, shining entity that was looking down on us from the top of the highest pillar remaining. She was glowing a pure white, so much that it almost hurt to try to discern her eyes."

Ecthléia, thought Ernest. The Goddess herself. At first, Jake's dream sounded pleasant, but now it just seemed like a stupid mess.

Jake pushed his shades backwards a little as they softly began sliding down his nose. "So what's up on your end?"

"Well..." An assassin - a real one - had the duty of destroying any proof that could become detrimental to them later in their lifetime. And a student's blood on his shirt belonged to that kinda category of proofs.

"...I met one hell of a girl yesterday!" he said as he burned down the remainings of his cloth.


...Now that was it for Kathrono. Concealed inside an office inside the Cerulean Deity's headquarters, he spent the whole time lying down over a couch, bored and staring at anywho who was having their way there. He wondered why things had decided to dash forward so fast for him, and especially why all that stuff was happening to him, instead of any other Average Joe that was peacefully living out there. According to most of his captors' sayings, he was "chosen". But that was pure nonsense. Whatever could happen to him - no, to anybody in the world, it was still the same never-ending story.

Nonsense. Nonsense everywhere.

That day, he received an uncommon visit - the cardinal himself, along with the blonde guy who had kidnapped him, and one of the two gray-haired men he had met a little while ago - it was the first one this time. But he looked different. The man now had white hair, and wore a monocle on the left eye. His clothing was also more formal. Sylvestre's was too, as he had traded his casual outfit for a black suit and a fine green necktie.

The cardinal was also a blonde-haired man, yet with a softer and longer hair, probably at his thirties, and very handsome actually. He was wearing the same kind of suit than Sylvestre, but with a red necktie instead.

Here they were, standing up before the boy, apparently summing him up from mere gazes. The cardinal's perpetual smile was very troubling as well.

Sylvestre whispered at his ear, "Kathrono has no more faith into anyone nor anything. It seems like daily frustration has led him to that shape of mind."

The cardinal nodded, still giving Kath an interested gaze.

Sylvestre raised his indexfinger to grab Kathrono's attention, then pointed at the white-haired man. "Chester is an avatar of the Goddess, as in, she created an entity that is partially the same than her to keep a physical divine lawman up on the ground. Since he's gonna spend much time with you henceforth, keep that in mind."

The white-haired man bowed down smiling, in a manner to politely greet the young lad. Although Kath was only really feeling like telling him to **** off as he didn't feel the envy to deal with any more nonsense.

...Wait, hold on a second, he thought. If that man really was an avatar of the Goddess, would that mean that Hillary and the others had a correct belief since the very beginning? Was that supposed to mean that since her existence had just been proven, he'd have to have faith in her as well?

No, that was impossible. Just some jive spoken by a silly guy in order to supplement the already high degree of nonsence in this twisted world.

"What business do I have with him?" asked Kath with a yawn.

Chester snickered gently at so much honesty, but suddenly raised a hand above his head and violently poleaxed it on Kathrono, gripping his chest with force. A ray of light then appeared over the place his black brand was situated, before turning into a huge halo of glowing energy that pressed onto the captive's chest.

Kathrono's eyes glowed all of the sudden as he cried out loud from pain, while the avatar gently smiled at the sight of him.

Sylvestre actually stressed out. Chester was attacking his brand. That wasn't a good thing. If it were to disappear, Kathrono would be linked to Ecthléia once again, just like he was before Cody erased his memory. He had to prevent this from happening, but couldn't - he could not permit himself to lose the cardinal's confidence.

"I think that'll be enough for now, Chester," uttered the cardinal suddenly.

"Right, sir." The divine entity released the boy who fell down unconscious on the couch. "He will wake up real soon, but he has been weakened. No worries, he is not damaged."

Sylvestre discreetly glared at Chester as he and the cardinal left the room quietly, discussing of how to handle Kath soon. This time he had been lucky. But at least it was a proof that it was time for him and the others to act real soon. But strangely, Cody hadn't contacted them yet.

How odd.


"PLEASE NO!"

A knight kneeled down and adopted a begging position in front of the loaded-up gun that Camélia had drawed half a second ago, pointing it at him.

"I didn't mean to say it like that! I-I swear! From now on, I will do as you say without recriminating..."

The teenager seemingly hesitated as she was caught off guard at that, but simply smashed him down with a mere stare and withdrew her weapon. "Fine. Get back to work NOW."

The man stood up and rolled away immediately, Camélia watching him go. Séréna, who was standing by the room's corner alongside Ernest, was somewhat intrigued by Camélia's mere behavior at all times. She sighed, though it wasn't a sigh of letdown, nor a sigh or relief. Just a sigh.

"That knight was capable enough to turn the fate upside down just before he was about to get shot. Which is actually amazing, since Camélia's rapidity of action till now can clearly be described like a deadly arrow would be. Deadly."

"No. Camélia isn't fast enough."

Séréna tilted her head, looking at her subordinate. "You think she wasn't?"

"Well, when I intend to kill someone, I do it right before they can even beg. You don't wanna know how many were cut by Vivace up to now." As his superior was about to speak, he added: "When it was in my hands, that is. This katana wasn't always mine. Actually, I ain't even even sure I am allowed to say it's mine."

A few minutes later, Camélia had sent the rest of the squad to rest, outside the room. She then walked up to the two fellows she was treating as guest stars.

Séréna slowly stepped backwards, feigning a smile. Yet the other lieutenant didn't seem to even bother about her - actually, she looked like she wasn't really noticing her presence.

The teenager then wrapped her arms around the assassin's neck and raised herself up gently, reaching for his cheek and began to kiss him shamelessly.

Ernest folded his arms, simply gazing at her back while she was in the process of subduing him with her doubty, nasty methods.

Séréna was like petrified at the sight of this. Ernest didn't seem mad at all, but who knew what he was thinking right then? Who could tell how deep dark his thoughts were, who could tell what schemes he was imagining for her future chastisement? "I-I think I will leave the two of you alone, with your permission, lieutenant Camélia."

Between two licks, Camélia immediately stopped and raised an overwhelming voice. "No. You're gonna stay here until I actually do allow you to leave. You don't wanna know what'll happen the next time you decide something on your own," she added before snuggling even more mischievously into the assassin's neck.

What the hell is going on? thought Séréna while that kind of line was usually pronounced by Ernest, yet with a more vulgar tone.



"Wait, what?"

"I'm telling you. They both called me in the morning."

Jake and Sylvestre were having a phone conversation then, as the blonde-haired undercover agent hid inside the HQ's empty kitchens to not be heard.

"What should we tell Ernest?" asked Jake.

"I have no clue yet, but, after all - is it really our role to babysit him if I might say so?"

Jake snickered softly. Syl's behavior was confusing sometimes. It felt weird that he was now complaining about the assassin's presence within their business, while on the other hand, he seemed to actually enjoy having his friend by his side before. "Actually," said the hacker, "it's not like we... well it's not like you are left with much choice, since-"

"Yes, I know. Cody is our God. We belong to his will and we must do as he says."

They both rubbed their black brands tactfully - Sylvestre's one was located on his left wrist, while Jake's was clearly visible on his neck. Also, they weren't aware that meanwhile, young Kathrono was also holding on to his own brand, slowly falling ill.

Sylvestre coughed. "Don't you worry. Ernew is no match for us. Heck, we might even use him for our own benefits."

"That's for sure." Jake grinned from ear to ear, keen to see what was gonna happen real soon. "Gotta hang up. Later."

"Later."

Sylvestre hung the phone up and put it away inside his pocket, then walked out of the kitchens and climbed down the stairs, heading to Camélia's office.

As he entered inside, he noticed that only a few men were still there, as well as Ernest who could be seen sitting at a table and back to the other fellows. Neither Séréna and Camélia were around.

Syl approached him slowly and saw the assassin seemingly crafting something over the table. Materials and various garbage were laid on it as well, along with a tiny jar containing all things mustard, kept there for Ernest's snacks. The cardinal's henchman firmly laid his elbow onto his friend's shoulder, thus troubling his focus.

"Whatcha up to... Ernew?"

Ernest leaned into the back of his chair and took a deep breath, then seized a mustard-flavored lollipop and stuffed its tip inside his mouth. "I wouldn't really like telling you everything that's on my mind at the moment, but I think I'm somewhat disturbed from the fact that the katana couldn't hit the boy. Even though I already have a clue about the explanation. So, since I have a feeling Vivace is gonna be returning to its owner real soon, I thought I might as well create my own weapon. A weapon that would feel more like me." As he had nothing to add to this, he grabbed another mustard-based product off from the pile of aliments.

"Well, speaking about its owner..."

Sylvestre coughed and adopted a pretty serious look, then whispered at his friend's ear.

The assassin listened closely, and as his pal finished talking, he raised a finger at his chin. "He did?"

Syl didn't answer the question and simply left by the door he came in, leaving Ernest alone with his piqued curiosity.

"So it's just as I thought. Two years after he murdered my father, that guy finally comes back into the light, out of the blue..."

While questions whirled inside his head, he unconsciously rubbed his cheek, still wet from Camélia's assault earlier.


Sylvestre went downstairs heading to the headquarters' exit, and met a knight there, a young man whom he had gone to school with in their young years.

"Hi Sylvestre!" waved the officer at his acquaintance, smirking.

"Out of my way."

"Hu-uh. Hold on now. I heard you have caught the chosen boy yesterday. Nice job, but I have also heard that the cardinal is about to dump you for a lassie!" he accompanied his sentence's end with a snigger.

"..." Sylvestre tilted his head looking behind his old mate, then stared back at him swiftly with an alarmed look on his face. "WATCH OUT!"

Before his brain even had the time to receive and analyse the data contained in Sylvestre's sudden speech, the knight was instantly murdered. As he was hit in the face, his skull was crushed backwards against the wall, thereby releasing a puddle of blood which splashed around in the hallway.

Syl lowered his foot - the shoe was slightly soiled in blood and tiny wall rubbles.

"We are a world apart from each other. The Deity does not need a weakling and a chatterbox like you."


"Someone, help me!"

Knights who had heard the scream rushed in to the piece where Kathrono was kept. Lieutenant Séréna - who was sent by his side under the cardinal's order - was there as well, bending above the couch, cupping the boy's forehead.

"He's getting a fever!"


To be continued.
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#10 Nice Middle

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Posted 18 December 2013 - 07:27 PM

06:15 PM. The night was falling down, and the moon raising up just as slowly.

Kathrono was wrapped up in hot blankets, still laid on his couch, while Séréna was studying about some reports on the desk. She was the one in charge of watching over him, but she felt something like... pity for him. It could have been the other way around. But ultimately, he was the one chosen by the Goddess herself, and so he had to endure all this, because she wanted it to be that way.

Sylvestre Dorel knocked on the door and didn't even bother waiting her signal to enter. He headed to Kathrono's couch and clamped a hand over him.

"...What are you up to?" asked Séréna.

"What else do you think I'm doing? The cardinal asked me to bring the chosen one to him. That's all."

Séréna knew he was clearly lying. She drawed her revolver and fired twice, but missed. To counter, Sylvestre quickly jumped over the table and assaulted her without delay, scattering all the stuff disposed on the table and desk as his feet were whirlwinding into the air in a fierce fashion - disturbed within the fire of the ongoing action, she wasted a bullet as she accidentally shot up at the ceiling, then immediately jumped backwards, rejoicing her desk to regain balance.

"I won't let you kidnap Kathrono! AH!" She bended down quickly as Syl threw his skate-board straight in her direction. As she dodged, it embedded itself hardly into the wall. "You nearly killed me!!" she yelled at him.

The blonde shrugged. "It's nothing personal. But if you get in my way, I'll kill you, chick. And I'd rather not."

He then grabbed Kathrono's sleeve, but Séréna shot again with her revolver - the infiltrated agent dodged as well - she prepared herself to fire her fifth bullet while a beeping sound began to be heard next to her. As she realized that, the beep's rythm adopted an insane haste, then one of the lockers situated next to her desk burst out dangerously.

Luckily, she didn't get caught in the detonation, and right then, both her cell phone and Sylvestre's ringed simultaneously. It may be important, she'd worry about the explosion's origin later. It was somewhat awkward when they rummaged through their clothes and pockets to find their devices, but immediately answered the calls.

"It's about time!" said Sylvestre.

"Yes? No. Hm? I'm somewhat tied up at the moment," said Séréna, "so... Wha-?"

"Aw, dude, chill out," answered Jake to Sylvestre.

"What are you saying?!" yelled Séréna at her interlocutor.

A whole new explosion popped outside, fiercely making the floor beneath their feet shake up and down. Screams were heard from outside.

"Hey?! Respond! Respond...!" screamed Séréna before realizing hanging up the phone would be the better thing to do.

"Come over here, Syl, and bring that lieutenant gal with you," uttered Jake. "Things are gonna be fun."

The blonde guy lowered his phone, then walked past the woman and grinned at her. "We have been summoned."

Séréna swallowed nervously. Being very close to him now, she pointed her weapon up Sylvestre's neck and fired, though she missed as he tilted his head a few milimeters away on the left.

"Now that your colt is fully discharged, please follow me."

She had a very bad feeling about this...



The clock ringed, inscribing 06:30 PM. It was that time of the day. The one time for Camélia's squad to stop all kind of activity and to quit work until the next day, given that they weren't the ones in charge of the nightwatch nor of the outdoor patrols.

Ernest had finished crafting his new shotgun, which was a bit shorter than a common rifle. His initials were inscribed on it as well. He wrapped it around the same belt that carried Vivace's sheath. Stuffing a mustard stick between his teeth, he was about to leave when Camélia spoke up.

"Nobody's leaving this place."

"What?" asked a knight.

"No way! I had an appointment..." said another.

"I said you still have work to do over here. I'm the one to decide of who leaves and who doesn't."

Ernest glared real softly at her. "You can't ****ing hold us captives of your will like that."

"You wanna expostulate? How cute." Loading her gun up cutely, she almost failed to notice that the assassin was attacking her already. Gasping, she tried to shoot but he had already kicked her weapon up and outta her grasp, then he attempted making her stumble by hitting her hip with the katana's hilt - in vain, as she dodged swiftly, but a masculine hand grabbed her head violently and slammed her against the floor. Ernest's foot on her chest kept her down and away from moving.

"Is that what the cardinal dared ditching Syl for? You're not even able to keep up against the rapidity of movement of a civilian!" He sheathed back his katana then swiftly turned around to glance at the knights. "Guys. **** off. It's your right to go, and I don't want to have y'all see this."

"Nobody's leaving this place!" yelled Camélia with an unusually distressed tone. "If one of you dares making a step, I'll kill them!"

The brown-haired young adult grabbed her wrist and raised her up with just that one grasp, making her dangle above the floor and squeak painfully as he pulled on her arm harshly. Trying to kick him in the crotch, she missed, thus the mere attempt sufficed to make Ernest feel the need to put her back into her place, kicking her in the tummy just once, as hard as he could, even though it looked like he wasn't really putting an effort into it. The sight of Camélia spitting blood scared the hell out of the knights, who slowly stepped back then headed for the hills like cowards.

The two of them were alone by now. Even though Camélia's blood was that of an exceptional quality, the guy didn't want to smell it, given the fact that it was hers - the blood of a mediocre, dirty, selfish female asshole who was disgusting him.

"You... bastard! How dare you hitting a girl?!" yelled the blonde, nearly crying.

Ernest stared down at her angrily then hit her tummy with his hard foot one more time, making her suffer even more. "I have murdered my girlfriend because she used to toy with my feelings as if I was nothing but a dog. I feel so guilty now. However..."

Another kick into the tummy, followed by another, and another, and so on, swiftly. Camélia was almost about to choke herself as the blood was flowing up inside her mouth at an insane speed, while the pain of her arm was killing her as well, and her stomach slowly in the process of being compressed like a pile of filth.

"--However, as I was saying, I never had, and never will have remorse killing tiny sluts like you who think they can make the whole world bow down to them just because they know how to wield and use a weapon!!"

She was harshly thrown as far as he could throw her, a few meters away, which resulted into her skull violently slamming against the floor. She didn't feel she was bleeding. She didn't feel the pain. She didn't even feel her own body. All she could do was hearing the dull footsteps of doom, making themselves dangerously more and more audible as fate was coming her way.

"Rest in peace, slut." was the last words she heard before her heart was pierced by the one saber that brings all things to an end.


Séréna and Sylvestre had joined Jake in a hallway of the headquarters, and the hacker stood up before a big metallic door, which was apparently hit from inside, and complains could be heard as well.

As Séréna realized what was inside that room, Syl passed his fingers through her hair and whispered, "Yes, some of your fellow knights are trapped inside, and they'll die if you don't let me take Kathrono. So you know what to do now."

"Yes... That room was used to torture civilians when we were ruled by a dictator... Or more accurately... That's were the 'leftovers' were thrown after the torture to be burned!" She had to stop this crazyness at once. She couldn't trade either Kath or her companions. She imediatedly drawed a second revolver from her pocket all of the sudden, then fired behind her without even turning around.

Shot into the head - the bullet had pierced his brain and left a huge hole on his forehead, circled of blood -, Sylvestre Dorel stumbled backwards and fell dead on the floor. He seemingly had not realized what had happened to him before he died, as his pupils kept staring right into Jake's when he was falling.

As she was about to take care of Jake without delay, her blood freezed in no time as she heard a scary snicker from behind her. Turning around, she saw her victim in perfect health, standing back to the opposite wall, smiling at her, yet the hole was still there, slowly disappearing though.

Then she realized the metallic door was where it's at. Then she saw the horror. Jake clapping his hands together. Weeping and screams behind the door along with a sound of combustion. Then nothing.

"N-No... No..." Séréna shivered, nearly crying as she seemingly ended up being the survivor of such bloody barbarity.

The hacker looked harshly at her. "Well if you're not satisfied with the way things are, I'll kill your family too, and do not think their death will be smoochier than those whiners'."

"Stop being an ass now, Jake." Syl snickered sans trueness. "Killing more citizens than necessary, whether they supported the Goddess or not, has gone against Cody's will and principles. I think it would have been sufficient already to keep them locked inside that room until we obtained what we came to get. Half of that should be covered by Ernew. As for what remains..."

Séréna's prayer for the dead was unscrupulously interrupted as Sylvestre shamelessly clamped his hand over her face, robbing her of her abilities to see, speak and smell. Paralysed by embarrassment, she blushed deeply as she felt his finger's warmth over her nose and lips.

"She'll help us," he concluded before stroking her shoulder courteously. "Jake. We're off. But I still don't have faith in you."

The purple-haired guy was ready to give a cynical reply, when a voice suddenly resounded into the three people's heads.

Rendez-vous at that place where Kathrono was converted.

Jake nodded then walked outside whistling. Sylvestre sighed in relief and dragged Séréna away, who was really confused at the time. All of the sudden the surrounding atmosphere seemed different to her, and she heard a few strange words inside her head. "Kathrono was converted" was all she had heard, and that was real odd.

But more importantly, she had quit the office room to prevent Kathrono's abduction... though she ended up as the one being kidnapped.


After standing up and making sure he was in a good enough shape to move, Kathrono went outside his jail and headed straight before him, not knowing where to go but he knew what to do at least. Actually, did he?

That was nonsense. A whole load of cries and deafening explosions were popping up and down as he was trying to sleep, but now that he had decided to settle that mess by himself, the whole noise had been wiped away. He was now standing in an outdoor yard between his containment room and a much bigger building, probably one of the main headquarters of the whole organization.

However, as he passed a hand into his hair and before he could even wonder about what to do then, a bang was heard from the building and the detonation devastated nearly everything on its path.

The chosen boy had trouble not to stumble from the blast he was facing, but after it was all over, an entirely different sight was offered to him. Rubble, corpses, and flames everywhere. Suddenly a clatter-ish sound, slicing through the air, was heard. A danger of unknown origin and consistency was coming to him from up there. Kathrono quickly folded his arms in front of his face, scared of the item's scathing speed as its metallic tip landed on the ground, embedding itself into it after a few loopings in the air.

Reopening his eyes, he saw the very familiar sword that nearly took his life away a few hours ago. He blinked dully. Scanning the horizon, he happened to notice a manly silhouette crushed down by another within the distant, yet intensive fog brought along by the detonation, after a short duel between those two. The smell of blood slowly spread out as the fog wiped itself away, letting the remaining person appear clearly to Kath's eyes.

Ernest Caldwell was that one person, standing silently up the newborn rubble hill, inhaling the ambient air, giving a whirl at spotting another rare blood scent. And he found one. Only one. Kathrono's forearm began bleeding as a sharp pebble had brushed against it after the explosion.

The two boys faced themselves.

"Man," said Kath to initiate the conversation, "what's all the commotion now?"

Ernest's eye flickered briefly as he shrugged. "No worries, it's none of your business, which should make you happy this once, since you don't seem particularly glad to have been driven left and right every second lately."

"Indeed, but I ain't thankful to you anyway, because you're troubling my slumber. Now if you may have the courtesy to stop trolling this place and making everything blow up, not only will I be grateful, but you'd make me even happier, even though it wouldn't last long."

"That's impossible," said Ernest as he declined his request.

"No, it's not."

"I'm telling ya, it really is."

"No no, I can ensure to you, it is not."

"......." Ernest rolled his eyes then stared down at him. "Dude, you're lame."

"I just ****ing want to have a decent nap." He then remembered that according to the student that Ernest had killed at their school earlier, the assassin had murdered his own girlfriend in the past, hence why he had so many connections with the justice now. "Given the way you behave, it's no wonder why you'll never have any other girlfriend!"

Ernest winced briefly after he heard that. "And given the way you behave, it's no wonder why yours has patheticly ditched you for a hooligan." Not to mention that he had been the one to personnally kill her afterwards, thought the assassin. He then turned around and walked away, heading to his main target while carrying his brand new shotgun over his shoulder.

Kath gasped angrily. Pumped up like a rabid animal, he grabbed the blade's hilt and pulled it out from the ground then rushed straight toward the killer, maintaining a fine grasp over his weapon, ready to jump over him and then to aim and cut his head off. Ernest Caldwell had signed his own death warrant. And nobody would ever see him alive again.

The assassin slowly tilted his head to look behind him and immediately spotted the assault. The way Kathrono held the katana sure was familiar - so at least it helped resolve all his doubts and clues about the reason why he didn't manage to hit him with the blade in their school's park. "Vain initiative," he advised calmly as he raised his free fist and placed it in the gap between his throat and Vivace's edge.

It suddenly stopped in mid-air as it was about to slash him down, which made Kathrono stagger sharply then land on his feet while adopting a despised look on his face. "What the ****! This is nonsense!" He attempted to carry his blow out as much as he could, but nothing could do.

Ernest shrugged emptily then glared down at him. "Keep it with you, kiddo. If you do, you shall have your answers real soon." He reached his fist out towards an exit staircase and unfolded his fingers. "Leave this place already."

Kath held Vivace tighter than he already was, henceforth feeling a curious warmth and smelling a sweet aroma as he stroked its edge. That was eery, but he somewhat had the feeling that it confirmed the assassin's words - even though it was pretty odd.

Ernest headed to a different staircase and began climbing it up, hauling his shotgun lazily, Kathrono silently watching him go.

The boy looked one more time at Vivace, then a voice resounded inside his head.

Join me.

"Beg your pardon?" asked Kath as he looked around trying to spot the person who spoke.

Join me.

Kathrono heard it again. But this one time, he realized he didn't really need to try to analyze these words. He had a katana and a brand that would most likely guide him.



A mile or two away from his location, a teenager's corpse was lying in a dark office full of rubble from the past explosions, her light blonde hair coming out slowly onto her face.

But unexpectedly, it seemed like fate decided to spare her stained honour just this once, her body raising up into the air, glowing as she was slowly brought back to life...


To be continued.
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#11 Nice Middle

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Posted 04 January 2014 - 02:24 PM

Chapter 7A

8:00 PM.

Séréna had followed Sylvestre and Jake outside, not turning back to see how much the huge buildings that compounded her headquarters were messed up thanks to the late explosions. It seemed like Jake was behind most of those, but she assumed the HQs would be safe now that they were outside.

After Sylvestre put his hand over her face, she realized a black brand of unknown origin had been printed on her cheek. Jake had the same one on his neck. What could that mean? Of all that evening's wonders, one was confirmed for sure - Sylvestre Dorel was a traitor.

"Where are you taking me?" she interrogated slowly. As Syl turned around to face her and reply, she quickly added: "No, my true question would be, why doing all this?"

"Why not?" both Sylvestre and Jake replied with the same monotone voice.

"Well you know? You might get arrested for killing people or infiltrating the force to get confidential information? Are you of relation to Toxus?"

Sylvestre giggled like a kid. "Being arrested? No way. We can't be arrested. We are the demons of this world. Free and clear of all restrictions! The law can't attack us, nor does the Goddess. Well, actually, if they dare trying..." He smirked so widely that the lieutenant could discern the letters d, e, a, t and h plainly written on his upper lip. A thrilling vision, sans doubt.

"The demons of this world?"

"Demons, devils, whatever, use whatever word you think fits best. For my part, I think it's time for a little hymn!" he said as some kind of groovy, electronic music began playing from the cell phone stuffed inside his pocket.

"Wait!" yelled Séréna as low as she could. "You're gonna wake up the citizens!" she said as she watched him jumping impressively high and land on the heap of rooftops within the street, beginning to sing.

When you face them in the middle of the night,
don't be fooled by the fact their skins aren't red,
they truly are the devils, the vanguards of Kliszer,
so don't be tricked by their lack of horns or fangs!

Ha, ha! No horns! added Jake.

Sylvestre paused and stared. Jake stared back. Sylvestre turned up the music again.

Those who decide about your right to die or to live,
to wilt or to bloom are none other than them,
they really are the devils, the hangsmen of Kliszer,
so don't be tricked by their lack of horns or fangs!

Ha, ha! No fangs!

They go "bang", they go "crash!"

And most of the time, they go "boom"!

Just as Jake ended pronouncing these words, a house by the street's end burst out into flames.

"Damn it, Jake!" yelled Sylvestre, pissed off by the hacker's behavior.

"Sorry!"

They're immortal entities,
and after a few decades by their side,
you may end up believing to be able
to expect the most unexpected!
until the day when suddenly-

suddenly, BOOM!

"Argh! Jake!"

"Yeah, forgive me."

And, as they were about to be singing again, a shining, golden magical gate appeared all of the sudden in front of them. Sylvestre landed down next to his two fellow companions and smirked, thus intriguing Séréna even more. Though she didn't have the time to think it more as he pushed her inside. She closed her eyes then, and as she re-opened them, she and her fellow branded were now standing inside a huge, majestic, enlightened room, adorned with golden and silver pillars and candles fixed to the walls.


"Good evening, my dear guests." Someone spoke from behind their position, and Syl swiftly turned around, waving cheerfully.

"Evening, Cody!"

Séréna faced the new person as well, and tears immediately spilled from her eyes once again as she imagined Cody's hair color was the same as the blood that flowed down when her deceased comrades passed away a few hours ago, which made Sylvestre sigh.

Cody possessed a magnificent messy red hair and was wearing a green-and-white outfit that looked half like a casual outfit and half like a knight's armor. His beautiful eyes were as green as Ernest Caldwell's.

Jake the hacker waved cynically. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, aren't you supposed to be dead, you shithead?"

"What's with you now?" Cody added a sufficient smile and a shrug to his answer, not sure about what Jake's point was.

The punk walked over to him to shake his hand, but just as suddenly, his brand began hurting him deep inside, and he kneeled down on the floor. Cody raised his two indexfingers, and Jake's arms went up in the air, maintaining their position as if they were bound by invisible shackles and chains. Jake winced silently through the ache, his smirk not going away.

"Did you really think I'd not catch sight of your misdeed? I'm okay with blackmail, but not with free murders."

"Nice initiative!" said Syl. "That'll teach him respect!"

But the blonde-haired agent's brand began aching this instant as well, as Cody stretched one of his fists out toward him.

"Ack-! Ah! Go easy on me, Cody! Ouch! I-I mean, please do!" he squeaked as he felt invisible, yet hard onslaughts hitting most parts of his body, making him roll on the floor in pain.

"You hit Kathrono." smiled the red-haired man.

"Indeed, and I feel guilty now, so please stoOoOoOop!" Sylvestre began laughing as the hits adopted a faster haste.

"Wh-what's happening to them?" interrogated Séréna, somewhat concerned about what was happening in front of her.

"I use the brands that link them to me to punish them. Properly speaking, they're seals."

Seals? thought the woman. So this person is able to use seals? "So... What is your goal exactly?" she asked indecisively.

"Me?" Cody laughed loudly and in an intimidating fashion, then laid his beautiful gaze upon the blonde-haired lieutenant. Sylvestre and Jake grinned from ear to ear as well. "I desire to conquer the world. I want to dominate Kliszer."

"What?! That's... impossible!"

"Trust me, it is. I am a free individual, that's why I can, and I want to. Nobody dares rising up against the law, because they're scared of incarceration and death penalty. Nor do they dare taking a different path than our society's, since they fear to be rejected or discriminated, just because they live their own way. I am one of the very few who are courageous enough to make up their own mind - although I grant the extreme degree of that, as well."

"Weaklings," said Syl.

"Weaklings everywhere," added Jake as they both nodded in discomfiture.

Séréna coughed weakly. "But then... What business do you have with me and Kath--"

"What business do you have with me?" resounded a male voice coming from the room's entrance.

"Why, good evening, Kathrono," Cody called out as his gaze wandered to the boy.

The two of them stepped towards each other until they were a few centimeters close, then gripped one another's hair as fast as lightning, going nose-to-nose and eyes-to-eyes. Cody's easygoing smirk was contrasting with Kath's usual glare as well. The boy was still holding Vivace tightly.

"Who am I?" interrogated Kathrono with a serious tone.

"Let me help you to try and remember," snickered Cody as he kissed his lips out of the blue.

Kathrono nearly choked, letting himself be attracted by the warmth of the red-haired man's lips. But was he doing it by choice?

To be continued.
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