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"What are you guys talking about?"
 
"What are you guys talking about?"
 
==New Chapter (Aaron)==
 
It's been two months since I had become Sakura's caretaker.
 
 
"Uncle Aaron! Look at what I found!"
 
 
Sakura ran up to me with a seashell in her hand.
 
 
"So pretty!"
 
 
I knelt down in front of her and took the shell.
 
 
 
"Whoa, nice find! I found one myself too, actually."
 
 
Sakura bounced up and down on the sand.
 
 
"Can I see? I want to see!"
 
 
I fished out a beautiful purple glowing shell which made rainbow colors in the sunlight. Sakura's eyes shone, as she leaned in to see.
 
 
 
"Wooooow! It's so pretty..."
 
 
Sakura then looked back at her seashell, and made a disappointed look, as if she realized I had just one upped her.
 
 
 
"Do you want it?" I asked.
 
 
Sakura gave me puppy dog eyes, as I chuckled, placing the seashell in her hands.
 
 
 
"But I didn't give you anything in return."
 
 
"Nope. You don't have to."
 
 
"Is this an offering? I thought you said demanding offerings is selfish."
 
 
I shook my head.
 
 
 
"Nope. This is different. This is what we mortals call a gift. To give something precious from one person to another without expecting anything in return. This is something we do for people we care about and want to see happy."
 
 
 
I put a hand on Sakura's head.
 
 
"I wanna see you happy."
 
 
 
Sakura's face bubbled.
 
 
"I see! Then... then..."
 
 
 
The reincarnated child goddess threw her arms around my waist.
 
 
"I want to see you happy too, Uncle Aaron!"
 
 
 
I smiled, as Sakura pulled away.
 
 
"I want to play in the water!"
 
 
"Saki-chan! Don't run too far away from us!" Tokiko said, as she took her hand.
 
 
 
I sighed, leaning back, and created a hand sign.
 
 
''Constructum: Gunsmith's Table''
 
 
 
A small bench opened up before me, as pieces of equipment appeared on the surface.
 
 
"Working hard, I see." Absalom rumbled, as he sat next to me on the sand.
 
 
"Well. This next mission Master Jun has assigned me is going to be a huge handful. He himself told me to get ready. Hence why I went back to the Sanctum to learn the Constructum spell."
 
 
Absalom watched as Tokiko and Sakura played in the water, splashing at each other and laughing.
 
 
 
"What is Avara to you, Aaron?"
 
 
I scratched my head.
 
 
"I'm kind of her caretaker. But I guess... seeing her as a daughter feels weird. Considering I'm eighteen. But, I'm the one responsible for raising her right. So maybe a big brother? Why do you ask?"
 
 
 
Absalom sipped from his beer.
 
 
"Because Sakura has left an impact on you. You've become mellowed out."
 
 
"Don't say that. You're gonna make me feel old."
 
 
"It isn't a bad thing. I like this version of you more."
 
 
"Why, is it because I grief you less nowadays when I'm busy taking care of Saki?"
 
 
"No. It just seems that since caring for her, a more genuine side of you has emerged. The personality you had before seemed rather... forced."
 
 
"What do you mean?"
 
 
"It seems to me, that the personality you had before seemed... grafted. With a hint of guilt. Anyway, it isn't my right to say. I am an Auxiliary and you are an Outer. Oh, Tokiko is calling out to me, it was a nice chat, Aaron."
 
 
 
Absalom waved at me, as he met up with his daughter.
 
 
I stared at the pieces of equipment on the table. I picked up a stock and opened it up, tweaking with the internals.
 
 
 
My personality...
 
 
Was the effect of the influence Jessie Lane had on me. A troublemaker.
 
 
But did Absalom have a point? Maybe the way I was acting, was it more out of guilt? Was the Aaron Hope before just a front?
 
 
 
I looked out at the horizon.
 
 
When Sakura wanted to go out, I had taken her to the beach. Jessie always liked going to the beach.
 
 
I couldn't tell if this was out of the fact that I had never gotten over her death, but yes. It seemed almost like Jessie's personality had been forced upon my old self.
 
 
 
Who was I really?
 
 
I put together my new weapon, which took up the entire Gunsmith bench. A homing missile launcher, with the mechanism provided by Master Jun, and the concept coming from my wild imagination.
 
 
I called it the Apex Launcher. I had a missile launcher configuration equipped on my Ironsight Sniper, but that was mostly a quick swap utility in case I didn't have the time to summon anything else through my Convocatio spell. But the Ironsight Missile Configuration had limits, made obvious when I fought Bishamonten. Just redirecting it off course was enough to destroy the surroundings.
 
 
And when damage is put out on the surroundings, that meant inefficiency.
 
 
 
Enemies adapt. They change. And if you can't keep up, you'll be left in the dust.
 
 
But that's the thing about technology. Technology has the potential to keep up with a changing world. Because the crux of tech is to be able to adapt and evolve.
 
 
Two months may not have been a lot of time, but my arsenal had changed quite a bit since my battle against the Inner Shadow.
 
 
 
That battle I had against Bishamonten, when I returned to the barracks, a lot of the Auxiliary Shadows and even the Outer Shadows of Jun congratulated me, but I honestly just didn't feel like accepting anything.
 
 
Will and Nora.
 
 
They were killed by a goddess who was raised under ''his'' influence.
 
 
 
It was all his fault that my two most precious friends in the world were slaughtered so gruesomely.
 
 
And I knew the right thing would be to raise this reincarnated Avara so she wouldn't grow up to be that same wretched goddess who had ruined and changed my life that day.
 
 
But to know that I would still be serving Bishamonten, posthumous, would forever haunt me.
 
 
 
Even if this was something that was right...
 
 
Bisha had the last laugh, getting me to take on his burden like this.
 
 
 
Tokiko and the others waved me goodbye, as Absalom hopped into his family van.
 
 
"You..." My voice trailed away, as I stared at the Oni Emperor, who waved at me like he was a happy family dad.
 
 
It was hard to believe that this pudgy man in the loud Hawaiian shirt had a true form resembling a demonic giant.
 
 
 
"Come, Aaron. I'll give you a lift."
 
 
"Ah. Nah. No thanks." I muttered.
 
 
 
Sakura gripped my sleeve, as the two of us walked down the path. The cherry blossoms, which I named after her, were blooming.
 
 
"Eep!" Sakura yelped, as she stumbled on a rock. I caught her before she could fall face first onto the cement and cry like last time.
 
 
 
Nobody wanted to deal with that again.
 
 
 
"Whoa there. Are you hurt, Saki?"
 
 
Sakura glared at the rock.
 
 
"Insolent pebble! You dare stand in the way of-"
 
 
Sakura stopped herself, glancing at me.
 
 
"Sorry." She made a moping face, as I sighed, kneeling in front of her.
 
 
 
"Saki. Remember what we talked about."
 
 
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. A good goddess is a humble one. But that rock almost made me fall! If this sidewalk was perfectly smooth I wouldn't have to-"
 
 
"Sakura Hope." I said, sternly, as Sakura's face suddenly went rigid.
 
 
"Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... I..."
 
 
 
Sakura looked down in shame, as tears ran down her face.
 
 
"I'm trying really, as best as I can... Uncle Aaron. I'm trying my best. I really am. But Lord Bisha... Who I am... It's hard."
 
 
I pulled out a tissue from the pocket of my hoodie and patted her cheeks.
 
 
"I know."
 
 
Saki was wiped her eyes with her sleeve, as I looked down at the rock on the ground, picking it up.
 
 
 
The thing was so jagged.
 
 
Honestly, probably one of the most asymmetric pieces of rock I had ever seen.
 
 
Then I turned back to Saki, who was still sniffling.
 
 
 
She may have been a kid.
 
 
But she was still a goddess.
 
 
A reincarnation of the Goddess Avara, the Goddess of Fertility.
 
 
In all of her past incarnations, they were apparently the same, according to mythological folklore.
 
 
 
The Fertility Goddess who only strove for the best in a woman's ability to conceive, and a man's ability to mate.
 
 
And a child's ability to follow their parent's instruction, to one day do the same.
 
 
Yes.
 
 
Absolute incel like creepy 5Chan shit.
 
 
But the underlying philosophy behind Avara's thinking, was what drove her to seek such ideals.
 
 
 
Perfection.
 
 
Tradition.
 
 
And if there were outcasts and outliers in the world she existed in, she couldn't tolerate it.
 
 
Meaning she couldn't tolerate the orphans.
 
 
She couldn't tolerate those who were not of the old style, or the old ways.
 
 
She couldn't tolerate men or women who chose not to marry, and she couldn't tolerate those who didn't live their life through the guidance of another.
 
 
 
I had done my best to make sure Saki wouldn't walk in her predecessor's footsteps, but no matter how much I tried to drill in her head that to look at the world's imperfections in a negative light were bad...
 
 
Saki began smoothing out the folds on her little dress, making sure not a single fleck of dust was on it.
 
 
It was in her godly nature to reject impurities in this world.
 
 
 
"Uncle Aaron... are you angry at me..." Saki whimpered, clutching her hands like she had just been caught red handed stealing cookies from the Outer Shadow pantry again.
 
 
I turned to the sea side and chucked the rock, as it skipped.
 
 
"No. This was just a stern reminder, is all."
 
 
 
I patted Saki's head.
 
 
"You're doing a good job. Keep it up."
 
 
Saki smiled, as she took my hand. We continued walking. The wind causing her dress and my coat to ruffle.
 
 
I looked at Saki again.
 
 
As much as I hated all of her past incarnations, there was no denying it. Maybe during the first few weeks, when I considered just driving her to child services and running away (hey, don't blame me, my past with Avara is a good enough excuse)... but now...
 
 
 
All those times I would wake up early (which never happened before), just to cook her breakfast.
 
 
And all the times I would have to blow-dry her hair after she had finished taking a bath.
 
 
To all the times where I would teach her schoolwork since sending her to a public and private school would be too risky.
 
 
Taking her out on walks and trips such as this one.
 
 
Learning to cook dishes so I could see her happy and full.
 
 
And tucking her in bed every night.
 
 
 
I guess she had really grown on me. To the point where I no longer cared about her forcing my surname on hers, and calling herself Sakura Hope. Which I obviously was against at first.
 
 
Now, it's become so much of a norm that I had accepted it.
 
 
Both her name and my role as her caretaker.
 
 
 
Of course, I say that now...
 
 
But there were still parts of her that I found insufferable.
 
 
"I want another hot chocolate offering!"
 
 
"Absolutely not."
 
 
"Why not?!" Saki whined.
 
 
"You had one this morning. Too much sugar is bad for you!"
 
 
"I'm a goddess. I don't get sick!"
 
 
"Oh yeah? Then explain to me how you immediately came back home sneezing and coughing after running outside in your nightgown."
 
 
Saki pouted.
 
 
"I want an offering. I may be different from my predecessor, but I still am entitled to offerings from mortals! And I want one now! PLEEEASSEEE!"
 
 
 
I grumbled under my breath, as I made my way to the nearest coffee shop. Saki skipped along.
 
 
"Yay! Uncle Aaron is giving me an offering!"
 
 
 
I went up to the cashier, who regarded me with dead expressionless eyes but the most forced, artificial smile ever. An obvious victim to capitalism gone wrong.
 
 
I feel you, bud. At least you had the honour to be part of an offering to the goddess.
 
 
Sakura Hope. The world's first divine cookie enthusiast.
 
 
"Decaf regular... uh..."
 
 
I narrowed my eyes.
 
 
Cookie Crushed Cream?
 
 
Moose Flavoured Cookies?
 
 
That didn't sound right.
 
 
And didn't she mention something about truffle?
 
 
Dammit. If only Sigurd was here. Unfortunately, I had spent my loyalty points on enrolling her to University so she could live out life as a college girl, and experience the University life. It was my gift to her after everything she had done. Now, she was too busy studying and acing Computer Science (which I found funny, because... well she was a robot, LOL) to join in on my trips outside of missions.
 
 
 
If I asked Saki what the order was again, while the two of us were in front of the cashier, she would be embarrassed. And cry.
 
 
And that was the last thing I needed.
 
 
 
"Buck, what the hell was Saki's order again?" I whispered, fiercely into my earring.
 
 
Buck's robotic voice resonated in my mind.
 
 
''Mocha Cookie Crumble Creme Frappuccino. With truffle flakes.''
 
 
"Thank god, you're a lifesaver, dude."
 
 
''My existence is to serve, Master Hope. Even if my calling has reduced to remembering Lady Sakura's orders.''
 
 
"You didn't have to say it like that...." I grumbled, as I repeated the order to the cashier, and handed to Saki.
 
 
 
"Your offering, my Lady." I said, playfully, as Saki took the cup with her tiny hands and sipped on the drink.
 
 
"Yummy! Thank you Uncle Aaron!"
 
 
I smiled.
 
 
So she's finally developed a habit of thanking people.
 
 
I was proud of her.
 

Revision as of 03:25, 26 April 2022

Empire

My name is Mah Ye Ling.

Last son of the Mah Clan.

The thirteenth holder of the Hinokami Dogma Bargain, and the second Hinokami to ever unlock Stage Four.

And to my little sister, the strongest person in the world.


But Hakah...

In truth, I am not the amazing big brother you envisioned me to be.

Every time I came home, I would always force that sickly smile on my face to make sure you wouldn't have to worry.

In truth, I am not okay.


I've always deceived you in an attempt to protect you from what I was really feeling, because if the one person you had in this world crumbled, so would you.

And so, I lied.


I lied that I was fine.

I lied that I was having fun in school.

I lied that I enjoyed being in New Ulysses.

And I lied about having good friends.


That smile that you saw every day when I came home to take you out to New Ulysses and show you around the shops in the mall...

That smile was all fake.


And I guess that night, when my flames went out of control, you saw for yourself, just how not okay I was. And I thought you had died.

So I don't blame you for having such warped views on the world, for being so broken.

It's okay.

You're not the bad person in this story, you're not the villain.

The real villain is me for letting you become like this...


I sat in front of an unconscious Marcela Greene. One of the last survivors of Squad Four.

"Still comatose?" I asked.

Rui slowly removed a damp cloth off of her forehead.

"Not so much as that. I think... Marcela has lost the will to live."


I clenched my fist.

She had lost Lewis. Matt was comatose. And Maika was dead.

She basically had no one.


And now we learned that there was a whole group of guys even stronger than Danny.


That man with the guns... he worked for Hakah. He had to be. When Floki assessed Marcela, it showed she was under a mind fog spell, something that only Susanoo users could use. Meaning it was Hakah who abducted her to do whatever messed up stuff she wanted her to do.

When I arrived to save Marcela, Hakah was speaking to the man, and when I fought him, Floki had told me that the man was already drained from battle.

Yet I still couldn't put him down with Stage Four.


Meaning this man... surpassed Danny by levels of power.


I closed my eyes, as I slowly got up.

As long as Hakah was around in this world, more people would just end up getting hurt. She was clearly twisted now. There was no one to blame but myself, so in the end, it would have to be me to either put her down for good or somehow save her from herself.

But...


I looked at my hand. The red tattoos that decorated it momentarily flashed blue. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination, nor did I care anymore.


Goh goh! I'm scared! What is happening! It's hot... it hurts! MAMA! BABA! Goh goh is burning! Goh goh is burning!!!


I choked back a sob, my chest welled up in pain.

What kind of big brother would do that to the little sister who admired him so much?


"Yeling, this... this isn't your fault. Your sister chose this path of destruction." Rui tried to reassure me.

"Yet it was me who influenced her. When I was Tidalflame, she watched me, almost as if she were my biggest fan. Every Elimination Operation I took part in, she watched it all. Seeing me kill people made her happy. I understand you're trying to make me feel better, Rui, but..."


I sighed. I didn't know what else to say.


"What are you going to do now?" Rui asked.

"I don't know."

Rui gave me an empathic expression.

"Maybe you should take a few steps back to collect yourself. This has to be a huge shock to you. I don't need my evo to see that. If you try to do anything now, you'll make rash decisions and it'll become worse. Maybe just take it easy, okay?"


I nodded, as I left the med-bay and walked out of the hideout.

I had told Shia, Inoko, and Shen that I wasn't feeling well. They decided to give me space.


The sun was setting and it was making nice colours in the sky.

If Hakah was around, I would have grabbed her wrist and ran after the sunset, with her trailing behind.

She would have laughed wildly, telling me to slow down as she would lie on the grass and appreciate the view. Or sit on the bench next to me.


The clouds had turned purple and orange. Her favourite colours.

Looking at the clouds used to give me peace of mind, but now looking at them reminded me of Susanoo.

Goh goh is supposed to be stronger than me. Because he is my hero. The hero I love who always protects me and loves me. Tidalflame being weaker than me and the rest of the Inner Shadows is not right. I couldn't accept that. So I made Yuyan destroy Contingency Initiative and Taras Pax to make you stronger by force. And now you are Stage Four just like me.


These Inner Shadows... it had to be an organization. And the way Hakah phrased it, it seemed like she was part of something bigger. "Rest of the Inner Shadows" made me believe there were more powerhouses who shared similar strength to her. And if that was true, and they had bad intentions...

Did I have the strength to stop them?


"Heya!"

I jumped in fright.

"What the-"

I spun around, to see a familiar five foot one high schooler... well. Ex-high schooler, with her hands behind her back.


"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Shia said, as she sat next to me.

"How's Inoko and Shen?" I asked.

"Are you seriously thinking about them instead of yourself?" Shia replied.

"What else is there to think about, Shia. My little sister is on the loose and I don't have the strength to stop her. There's so much shit piled up on my plate and I'm overwhelmed. Rui tells me to take a break, so that's what I'll do I guess."

"Lie down on your stomach for me."

"Ummm... why?"

"Just do it."


I lay on the grass, my back exposed.

"Listen. This better not be a prank."

"I'm not going to do anything perverted, Old Man Yeling. You're not my type anyway."

"So you came all this way to insult me? What gives?"


Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed on my back, and a rush of relief surged through me.

"What are you-"

"I'm easing out the stress in your joints. And knots in your back that have developed. You're tense everywhere. I learned these massage techniques from when I wanted to impress Sensei."

"Ah."

"It's working, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"Yeling... you know, from the first day I met you, you've always been the same."

"How so?"

"You always beat yourself up, thinking the solution to all problems it to load it all on yourself. And by doing so, you think all the pain will go to you and not to the people around you, right?"

"Ah... now that you phrase it like that..."


Shia stood in front of me.

"I hate that about you."

My heart suddenly hurt.

"Wha- what? Where is this coming from?"


Shia pointed at my chest.

"Do you think we're okay with you taking all the burden on yourself? Do you think by being the only one suffering that we'll all magically be okay with it? The more you hurt yourself, the more we get hurt too. Maybe you never realized it. When I saw you get taken by the Dogma that day. What that Tidalflame persona said to you and how you took it to heart. And when you came back, missing an eye and a finger..."

Shia's voice broke.

"You would throw your own life for another's sake. I can't be friends with someone like that..."

"What do you want me to do then, Shia? There is no way I can just let you guys go into the fray-"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I want to help you, and be by your side. Even if I am just fodder, I can stay alive. And I want you to do the same. I had so many adventurers planned for us. But none of that would be worth anything if you died today! All because you gave in to what life threw at you!"


Shia held out her pinky.

"That pinky promise you made. Are you really going to break it?"


A gasp escaped me.

She remembered.


Shia's teeth were clenched, and it looked like she was trying her best not to cry.

Had I been putting her through this much... this entire time?


"Let me share your pain. Please, Yeling. As your friend."

The tension left my body.

I wanted to say some words of gratitude...

But I didn't know what to say.


I never had someone care this much about me before.

At least not in a twisted way.


"Shi-"

I stopped. Floki was going crazy.

"What the-"

"DODGE! YELING!" Shia suddenly shouted, as her body sparked with green electricity, pushing the two of us away.


An arrow was embedded on the grass from where I stood.

"What the-"

Shia and I spun around, to see a woman standing in the distance. She looked like a hunter. From the way she was dressed, a black sports bra with straps and black leggings, with hunter boots, paired with a animal hide shoulder plate, she seemed to be highly agile.

"Floki, Status Scan."


A magical circle appeared in front of my golden cybernetic eye implant, as the woman's figure became more accentuated.

She looked...

Intimidating.

I could barely see her face from within her black hood, and her mouth was covered by a grey strap. But the way she was standing boasted confidence and composure.

Like an assassin.


"Yeling!" Shia shouted, as she summoned a storm of swords, which chased after the woman.

But the lady simply took out dozens of arrows from her quiver, and black and blue energy wreathed over it.


"Thirteenth Hinokami Yeling Mah. My master seeks you." The woman said, as she fired a massive storm of black arrows, completely disintegrating Shia's swords, and swarming at the two of us.

"Shit!" I shouted, as I held out my hand. My body burst into a violent red flame.


Level 1 Hinokami Stage Two: Inverse Monsoon Release

A massive burst of flame fought back against the arrows, as the woman narrowed her eyes.


"You're holding back against a superior opponent. Your arrogance has deluded you."

"What?" I gasped, as suddenly, the woman appeared in front of me in a black and blue blur. Her cold expressionless green eyes, glinting with murderous intent.

I couldn't even register her movements. She was too fast.

I never encountered someone like this since...


Since Danny.


Level 2 Intangibility

I turned into a red wisp, but the woman didn't attack. As if she knew I would do that.

She made me waste my stamina on an unnecessary action.

The huntress spun around and created a black portal, absorbing the hailstorm of spears and swords Shia was throwing her way. Those reflexes... couldn't have been human.


"Run, Yeling! I think she's after you!" Shia shouted.

I blasted backwards, but the assassin was coming after me with that same ridiculous speed.


I had to go Stage Four. I had no choice.

But to transform took time, and time was something I just didn't have. Not against someone this fast.

I was wrong.

She wasn't anything like Danny.

She was...


Far worse.


The woman disappeared into a black blur again, as I spun around, frantically trying to find her. It was like she just blinked out of the face of the Earth.


"Get away from him!" Shia shouted, as a massive green golem appeared, Rainwater and Shen's power towering over the assassin. The golem smashed its fist into the ground, but the woman dodged.

The assassin leapt into the air, crossing her legs and drew her bow, which began to vibrate viciously.


Shia gave me an opening. I had to use it.


"RAAAAAAH!" I roared.

Level 1 Hinokami Stage Four - Cobalt Phoenix Assimilation


I transformed into my demonic angelic form, as I blasted to her location.

She couldn't do anything now.

Caught between Shia's golem rampage, and between a Stage Four bull rush.

If she was trying to capture me, she couldn't kill me.

But if she didn't aim her bow at me, she would risk being hit.


"Go, SHIA!" I yelled, as Shia summoned a massive blade.

"TATSU!" I roared, as the hybrid longsword katana appeared in my hand.

Rain Style Kenjutsu Form 1: DEVIL SURFACE SLASH


I swung the katana, delivering Shen's Kenjutsu style, combined over the countless warriors who challenged him in the millennia that he had lived in seclusion.

There was no way...

But...


The woman was unfazed.

And suddenly, her body shifted, turning and flipping until her legs wrapped around the sides of my head.


"Wha-?!"

The lady spun midair, as my Surface Slash went haywire, slashing and severing a nearby mountain in half.

"Yeling!" Shia yelled, as her sword was moments away from decapitating the lady, but the huntress had used the spin and moment to position her arrow which had now fully charged.


The woman let loose, as a massive black blast of darkness smashed into Shia's golem and knocking her out unconscious.

"SHIA!" I screamed, as the woman continued spinning and slamming me into the ground with the same momentum I had used to charge her with, but added with her flips and the arrow's attack.

I coughed out blood as everything went blurry.


The woman stood above me, slowly taking off her hood and her mask, revealing a beautiful face, and choppy, medium length hair, giving me tomboy vibes.

Her makeup made her deadpan face look even scarier.


"Master Hal seeks you."

I tried to get to my feet, but the woman stomped her boot on my chest, knocking the wind out of me.

"Don't resist."

"Screw you, bitch!" I snapped.

"I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary. Or your younger sister will be upset. Neither one of us possesses the strength to stand to her."


I stopped resisting.

"What did you just say...?"


The woman regarded Shia, who had fallen unconscious, lying on the destroyed and burnt grass.

"Your companion is unconscious. She will be fine after recovery." The huntress said, as she tapped on a weird module on her thigh.

Blue holographic lights appeared before me, as a man wearing a hunter suit and a hood approached me. He looked less intimidating as the lady, but he still set off danger radars. And not to mention the fact that he also had a bow and arrow.

Either he was the one who taught her to wield the bow, or he was taught by her. Or they were colleagues.

All possibilities seemed equally bad.


"Twilight, knock out Yeling. The mission is complete. The Shadows will escort us to Master's throneroom."

"Sounds good Lena- Er. I mean. Vicki."

Fake Lena raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to call you that. Bad habits."

"You will address me as Onyx. It goes without saying that Lena was very lenient on you when she was still alive. I'm not against you serving as my Auxiliary, but understand that I am not your Lena Soni."

"I... understand." Twilight looked down.


Onyx regarded me with those same cold eyes.

I felt like curling up into a ball and dying. I never felt so terrified in my life.


This girl... was even stronger than Danny. And Danny was the biggest threat I had ever faced in my entire life. For five entire years, he haunted me because of how overwhelmingly powerful he was.

And just like that, this girl had eclipsed him in power.


But then it hit me.

What Hakah had said...


Was this girl one of her allies? She knew Hakah.

She was part of that organization full of those so called Inner Shadows Hakah had mentioned. She had to be. There was no other reason why she was so powerful.


"What do you want... what do you want from me?"

Onyx knelt down in front of me, as Twilight jabbed my neck with a syringe. Things started to get dream-like. As Onyx's voice began to double.


"Under normal circumstances, I would never let someone know my name. Nor my codename. But these are no normal circumstances. Master Hal seeks you to join us. Your power is valuable, not just to our Legion. But to his greatness against her."

"Who is... her..."


I was losing consciousness and strength, as I slumped over, falling into Twilight's arms. Twilight carried me like a sack of potatoes, as shadows began swarming us.

The same ones who had attacked the village that day and served Hakah.


By the time I gained consciousness, I found myself in a massive throneroom, kneeling on the ground and surrounded by two people. The whole place looked like a church, golden lights coming through the mosaic windows and casting a bunch of colors.


I groggily turned my head to see Twilight, who was tending to me.

Shadows were all around, but now that I was conscious, they looked... different than the ones I had encountered. They sported golden celestial armor over their dark misty bodies.


"Where-"

Twilight put a hand to my mouth.

"Shh. Don't speak in Lord Hal's throneroom. Only talk when he lets you." He whispered.

"But you're talking right now." I whispered back.

"Shit!" Twilight replied.

Smooth.


Onyx glared at the two of us, shutting us both up.

"That rule only applies in the presence of Lord Hal."

We were in the middle of the throneroom, and up the tall steps was an empty throne. The whole place was populated, lined from the sides, with hordes of Shadows.

But it wasn't just shadows. I narrowed my eyes, realizing that the horde was split in factions. Shadows, and unusual beings with horns and wings. They looked almost like harpies.


A Shadow hovered to Vicki's position.

Has he come... the Eldest.

"Yes. I have retrieved the last son of the Mah Bloodline."


I knelt awkwardly with Vicki and Twilight.

"Harriet... I don't know about this." Twilight mumbled.

"The mission was tasked to us by Lord Hal, Coleton."

"But Yeling?! We're basically begging to piss her off!"

"This is none of our concern." Vicki brushed him aside.

Twilight fidgeted nervously.

"It will be... I guarantee you it will be. She's not gonna forgive us, it's practically a declaration of war."


I was about to raise my hand, but my wrist was still chained down.

"What are you guys talking about?"