Chapter 644: Combination of Symbols
‘I want to be a strategist, person of great wit and foresight into politics,’ wished the princess, ‘-I want my face and hair to stay the sa. As for my gender, it doesn’t matter, man or woman, I don’t care. The loss of said useless organs doesn’t an anything to . I want my abilities to be stronger than the average human.’ Brightly shaped flower petals enshrouded the face-less figure, the bud closed to blossom into a man/lady of a high degree of class.
“Alright people, let’s head on ho,” commanded Igna.
“Aweso you say?” a vortex headed by an annoyed-faced Miira swallowed the fallen heroes and the princess,”-return to your world, Saniata and Draconis have made a ss of the place.” A relatively weak domain claid as his own, the king of demons returned to the world of Totrya. Purple marred with a soft orange blaze had glazed the horizon. “-What’s this?” he inquired, the always opened window blew refreshing gusts.
“Totrya is absorbing the conquested world,” said she, “-once the curse reaches correct conditions, we assimilate the realm and bypass the ruling god’s authority. Currently, we stand at a three count, that’s the fourth. Each conquest brings us souls and freshly riped dead.”
“So nonchalant with the explanation,” said Igna, “-what about the people?”
“They live unbeknownst to what lays outside where they stand. Of course, the stronger of said people rejoin the elental guardians of Totrya. The lightning humanoid of prior was a chosen hero from another dinsion, he died without achieving much. Fate brought him to us, we kindled his talents to a behemoth of a fighter.”
“I suppose we’re reaching an end to this tale of gods and humans?”
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“Not really,” she sighed, “-as we stand now, regardless of the king’s strength, the mont we fall, it’s over. Our grounds stand on weak pillars. Totrya doesn’t stand a chance if either god or demons attack.”
“The idea of hiding in our dinsion was Kronos’s idea?”
“Yeah, he’s made us invisible for quite a while. I had hoped our founder to acquire the symbol of power and create an alternate world, similar like you’ve created. The Shadow realm’s undeniably a work of art. Kronos’s sickle and Nike’s wings serve as power and catalyst. I dare say, regardless of a greater being’s power, the barriers of the guardians are one unbreachable. Why wait till you were killed to act out?”
“Doubt, confusion, and self-pity,” he said, “-I was plagued by the voices of people I allowed to die. My family, my friends, they all parted one after the other. I managed to move on with this new life, not forget my past, but embrace who I was and the gifts I was given. Taking on curses for my own was a way to justify the limitless flow of energy, a way to break myself, to give a reason to complain. In a way, I was weak, I played soone who I wasn’t.”
“What about now?” she asked.
“After Leko and Alicia’s death, I know for certain, my heart still aches deeply. A pain and suffering I can put towards another goal. Our world is far from ideal, the place is a wasteland of the darkest emotions humanly conjurable, a place I call ho.”
“My lord,” said Vesper, “-allow to say one thing. The death elent is stronger than ever.”
“No, I refuse to think so,” he caressed the symbol, “-no way, I don’t believe it.”
“Reason why,” she gave a friendly smile, “-the excess power and double-strength after death are being used to fortify the Shadow Realm. A powerful elent isn’t enough to be a strong deity, the latter needs a stronger dinsion/realm to call ho. A storage place for the abilities to grow and evolve. As a result, all painstaking spells with feedback had none to face apart from thineself. They tore you apart. Wielders of the Death elent are never ant to have their own dominion, the second strongest entity is there for a reason, to keep the order of things. However, the Shadow Realm has changed the order of things, the elent is free to evolve without ever disrupting the elder worlds. The Sickle of Ti and Wings of Fortune are the best combination of symbols to harness, protect, and boost the Reaper’s scythe. I wonder if Lord death had a similar idea?”
“My ntor,” he chuckled, “-the tea-loving gentleman. I never knew he had such a plan envisioned. Then again, I never asked why he bestowed the symbols.”
“And here, I’ll leave thee with this, the Nevermore gate has evolved to a higher level. The Death gate was elapsed by one unnad and unknown, it will be present in due ti. Farewell, for now, my king,” she bowed and a circle swallowed him tenderly.
“Till next ti,” the scenery swapped for the sa ceiling.
‘I’m ho,’ he thought, ‘-the brightly lit sky, the date shows 29th of September. I was gone for quite a while,’ off the bed and into white-slippers, ‘-a higher-ranked gate, I know what she ant, it’s the full release of the Shadow realm. I didn’t pay attention before, my death always resulted in being twice as strong, the backlash perhaps made weary. If what she said is true, the symbols of power are fueling my world, a place of relative tranquility. Wait until I claim Totrya as part of my realm.’
*Knock, knock,* “-I told you,’ Small feet chopped against the wooden floor, “-pops ain’t going to be there,” said Draconis with hands around his head, “-the old geezer ran off to another woman.”
“No, pops isn’t like that,” said Saniata, “-he’s a good man.”
“Shut up,” gasped Vanesa from the hallway, “-I hate walking...” her head horizontally peeped into the suite as did her hair in 90 degrees to the floor, “-food and rest, I need them...”
“Shut up sloth,” fired they simultaneously *Woosh,* the balcony slid, a flash of dirty green locks slapped their visages.
“POOOPS!” her pale complexion and dark-circled eyes glowed midair into a hug, “-welco back,” said she in a quick slither on his shoulder, “-I missed you.”
“Good morning, Vanesa,” he reached and picked her by the shoulders, “-I missed you too,” he kindly caressed her gloomy cheeks, “-the leap from across the room is very impressive.”
“Oh,” she bashfully gave the ‘-shush’ with her tiny index, “-I used up my energy to greet pops.”
“How admirable of you,” focused on her, thought of the other two narrowly escaped his mind, “-POOPS!” they speared him through the balcony, “-NICE TO SEE YOU,” scread Draconis.
“Yahoo!” exclaid Saniata straddling his chest, “-WE’RE ON A MAGIC CARPET.”
“I’m not showing you the world,” he murmured, *Blood-Arts: Partial Transformation -Fallen wings.* “A mid-air reunion seems fitting, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” said Saniata, “-where have you been?”
“On a long trip,” he said, ‘-is that?’ the outline of a chopper appeared out the corner, ‘-the damned Gaso Group,’ *flap,* he bolted inside.
“Everyone, run,” *snap,* a portal swallowed the children to the Shadow Realm, “-we’ll go shopping later, stay put for now,” feeble hands stretched for help to no avail, ‘-here’s how we die,’ coughed Draconis dramatically, ‘-rest in peace us.’
The stairs trembled, “-Aceline,” he slid to the kitchen’s entrance.
“Welco back,” said she in a skimpy outfit covered by a white apron, “-I’ve readied dinner, would you like so?”
“What are you?” he facepald, “-cosplaying a wife?”
“Shut it!” she glared, “-tis what éclair recomnded.”
He worriedly threw across, “-where’s he right now?”
“At the red-light district,” said she.
“God damn it,” he sighed, “-whatever, go get dressed.” The chops grew annoyingly close, “-soone from the Gaso Group has co to visit. Let’s not dilly-dally,” the initial frenzy cald, the crystalized white-pupils bled to a redden glow, ‘-ti to play politics,’ he dawned the lenses. The chopper landed without much of a hassle, the rotors stopped and the door slid. A lady dressed in an old customary styled outfit exited with the help of a bodyguard. Her blackish-grey hair was tied and supported by pins, the makeup was heavy and indicative of her heritage, the flower-crest spoke volus, ‘-the Gaso group is here. What happened in four days?’
The feline-like glare befell one of a devil. He made no moves, not even a simple nod or smile. A hand-fan blossod to cover her expression. Bodyguards led her to walk to the lift, “-Good morning,” said she.
“I’d kindly refute the good about the morning,” said he rather coldly, “-madam, tis customary to send news before visiting a stranger.”
“Is that so,” her fetching glance murderously turned to the side and watched, “-I was told to co without an invitation. Perhaps Lord Amsey is a bit preoccupied with the festival.”
“None the matter,” he courteously allowed her in, the gesture subconsciously triggered the guards to lunge forward, “-no,” interjected Igna, “-my ho is a place of quiet, I have children. Guns and humps of muscles aren’t invited. If you are concerned with her safety, perhaps we may take a stroll across the roof and watch as the wind ruins the lady’s well-catered hair.” Her face spoke loudly of the discomfort, the fan did imdiately hid the unbecoming expression, “-it should be fine,” said she, “-wait here, we’ll be just a mont.”
And so, they descended to the lobby directly after the entrance, “-I’m quite intrigued why Lady Shino Pierre Gaso would make the trip to my humble abode.” Leather couches made strong impressions.
“Humble is an understatent,” said she, “-a lone-manor atop the peak of the town’s most sought-after land. My sincerest condolences for lady Alicia’s untily departure, her fate sadly interlocked to her best friend.”
“I wouldn’t worry much, her death will be avenged, that much I’ve promised myself.”
“I see,” she suspiciously scanned his deanor, “-about my visit,” the fan snap shut, “-it’s about the festival,” he nodded for the continuation, “-the hype has been extraordinary. Ansoft and Apexi have joined to bring the event to an all-ti success; world-renowned nas have landed, everyone’s excited. I tell you; the announcent drew people from all around the continent,” the excitent was true, that much he sensed, “-your butler, éclair, recently sent my secretary a letter for a potential modeling deal, I know, I should have sent my secretary to do the negotiations... I’m honestly curious about Aceline and Kinless starting a band,” she smirked, “-would you entertain the idea of joining my agency, Leina?”
“And where did?”
“On the Arcanum,” she scrolled to show a video, “-Aceline’s return, featuring Kinless.” The video had over a million hits, “-everyone’s talking about the Idols return. Tis the perfect ti for a grand entrance, the fans want it more than anything,” the idol entered with a tray of drinks, “-lady Gaso,” she said.
“Long ti no see,” she replied.
“The decision is in her hands,” said Igna, “-the band is centered around Aceline, her death was a ploy to seal her away from the corrupt land of Alphia. A native of Hidros and bearer of the Vampiric blood...”
“I understand,” she kindly took the teacup, “-an immortal idol is unfair in its own way.”
“Lady Gaso, as leader of our band, I’ll kindly refuse the offer to join your agency. Lord Amsey has already asked for our assistance.”
“-No way we’ll betray a close comrade,” interjected Igna. “-ldorino sure has an interesting history with my uncle,” the brows accusingly layered on the stuffed expression, “-watchmaking went wrong.”
“Definitely his nephew,” she stood, “-I’ve discussed what was needed.”
A few minutes later, the helicopter escaped into the blue sky, “-why was she here?” wondered the idol.
“To put pressure,” he smirked, “-sothing must have happened when I was away. Tis the only reason I can think of; the offer was a spur-of-the-mont decision. No papers and no contract, not even a notice, very unprofessional.”
‘We ought to stand on edge. What plan does she have, Apexi’s in danger, the aura didn’t inspire confidence.’
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