Cloaked In Black

Chapter 1: My reasons for Leaving

By ShadisticArchdevil

Blade's POV

So you think Blade Masters are friendly and noble? Think again…

I suppose you want to know why I am here telling you these stories. I am currently atop their graves, those who were ungrateful for my help. Allow me to explain from the beginning.

It was when we were still a group. I have long passed that time. I don't care about their worthless bodies any more.

I was in my first battle with the so-called Elgang. They helped get over the past, involving Seris, who still to this day shouldn't have sacrificed herself for me. Anyways, we were running through missions left and right, leveling up, gaining new abilities, and the higher we got, the better skills we earned. I remember when it was time to choose our fate, and by fate I mean advancement. There were 3 different ways for each of us. I was very fond of my Nasod Arm at the time, considering how I was one of their subjects. I went with Sword Taker, focusing primarily on using my blade skills instead of raging with my arm in control.

The Elgang consisted of me, Elsword, Aisha, Rena, Eve, Chung, and Ara. My thoughts on each were different. Elsword was a very easy going boy who had a big mouth, but he was the most outgoing, which set him apart from the others. Aisha, while not as outgoing, still loved to chatter away with us, and the hitting of Elsword. Rena resembled Seris, which was terrible at helping me forget my past. I tried, but she can't stop. Eve, the ancient Nasod Queen, is, how do I put this? I don't like her very much, mainly because of how she and her race treated me. They try to tell me she's ancient, but that's complete bullroar. Chung was probably the nicest one, as he didn't talk much, nor did he do much. He'd take out our orders, and that was that. Ara, well, I don't know her well enough.

They each took their respective classes, Magic Knight, Battle Magician, Combat Ranger, Code Electra, Tactical Trooper, and Little Hsien. I, along with Ara, chose the light path, or so that was what it was called. From now on, I don't think I'm light anymore. Everyone else took a neutral, mainly cause I'm pretty sure they didn't want to help too much or too little.

It was then it started. The teasing. The ignoring. The pain. The suffering. I'd be the one to initiate battle tactics and strategies, and no matter how hard I tried, I'd always end up being laughed at. Let me give you an example of this:

"Okay, so we are headed to the Altera Plains. There we will encounter the Fire and Water Nasod guardians; Ignis and Leviathan. Ignis will not stop trying to burn us, and Leviathan will use an attack similar to a Blizzard."

"Hah, you're the only one getting burned, both literally and not literally."

"Good one Elsword"

They all laughed and I sighed. We left for the Plains and I was the only one following my battle strategy. Of course, I made it through with no damage, but everyone else was burned or shivering. I warned them, but they never learn from their mistakes, now do they?

Every day would be the same routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, shower, get spied on, get made fun of, go training, get beaten up, get insulted, and go home. There was not one day, not even my birthday, that was different. In fact, I remember Rena's birthday very clearly:

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY COMBAT RANGER!"

"Oh you guys~ But you don't even know my birthday!"

"Eve managed to find it in her databases, and we wouldn't want for you to be celebrating it alone."

"-giggle- Oh joy~"

That was her reaction. Now let's switch things up, here's my birthday.

"Good Morning Raven!"

"Good Morning…"

"Is something wrong?"

I coughed and looked at the calendar.

"Nothing…"

I was expecting some sort of surprise, but indeed, nobody remembered, no one at all. Even that day was the same slave routine. Nobody remembered, nobody bothered to ask anything. Then it came the day. After weeks of struggle for power, we had all finally hit second advancement. I finally regained complete control over my Arm and also refined my Blade skills. Everyone had upgraded their moves and such. Example, Elsword could now shoot Runes instead of Fireballs. Rena could kick faster and stronger. Aisha could bend Time and Space. Chung had finished his Destroyer, Ara learned more Spear moves, and Eve got more moves that utilize El Energy.

After countless hours of arguing, all of us finally went into a free for all sparring room. Given that I had fatal skills, I could take them down. The only bad news I noticed was how they all ganged up on me. I first noticed when I was fighting Elsword. We were transported into Hope Bride and Rena and Aisha charged their mana. I readied my blade and pointed at Elsword, who smirked and readied his blade. It was a frantic race around each other, but I managed to swipe Elsword and lunge at his chest. He stumbled back, long enough for me to grab him into a long combo of moves. I was about to finish him when a large force hit my back. It was Chung's destroyer and he began to hit me hard. I saw the Mark of Commander above my head and ran. They cornered me, and I began to panic. 6 against 1. I was tossed around, as if I were a ball at a kindergarten picnic. They played catch until I fell, defeated. The worst part being that they stopped after I was down. Ever since then, my rage built up inside me, and I vowed that one day it's fury would be unleashed.

Day Nine of Being a Blade Master

9:00 PM

Heroes of Elrios' House

"Elsword, grab me some tea, will you please?"

"Get it yourself, you fatass lazy as hell, son of a bitch, no good, worthless, Blade Master"

"Fine, see if I give a damn about your name calling. In fact no one here does."

"Good, now leave me alone"

I walked into the kitchen once more and sighed, pulling out a cup from the cupboard and pouring hot water into it. I grabbed a teabag and lightly dipped it in. After grabbing some sugar and milk, I sat down and began to drink it. Suddenly, Elsword ran in and tipped my glass onto my shirt and ran away laughing. So much for good tea. I growled and got up to see why. I saw the whole group laughing at me, even the emotionless Battle Seraph.

"What the hell Elsword?!"

"You deserve it, cunt"

"Fine, I'm going to bed"

"Good riddance! Go die with your deceased fiancé, why don't you? All you do is be Emo like a baby and not talk to anyone!"

"Don't you DARE bring up my dear, sweet Seris. And I don't talk to anyone because this happens!"

On that remark that left everyone speechless, I took my leave and headed up the stairs. Ohoho, he had no idea what I had planned for that night. After everyone was asleep I grabbed my backpack filled with my belongings and blade and went downstairs. I slowly creaked open the door to Elsword's bedroom. He was fast asleep.

Perfect.

I grabbed my Blade and held it at his throat. Oh no, I wouldn't kill him yet, no no, that's for later. I put my hand over his mouth and he woke up, eyes piercing mine.

"Rae-Rae-Rae-"

"Shush, or I'll slit your throat. You are going to shut up, and I'm leaving, understand?"

He nodded and I pulled my blade away, only to punch him very hard with my Nasod arm and scratch his ear, tearing bits of it off. I hit him once more, dis-locating his jaw and fracturing his temple by kicking him in the head. He screamed and that was my cue to run. I ran out and away as fast I could. All the lights immediately turned on and I pulled my black hood over my coat.

All I had left them with was a note.

I'll be back

It was all I needed to say. And it was true, one day I will return to this household. Maybe in happiness, maybe in anger, or maybe even in forgiveness, who knows?

My Blade in hand, and my backpack on my back, I headed for Sander. There was the legendary Sword Wielder, and legend says he trains anyone who is willing to sacrifice their life. If I ever got that strong, I would punish all of them one day. It was time to set forth a new foot in the world.

I'll be back one day, and you'll regret everything you said to me…