[A/N EDIT Around a year after I started this fanfic]:
Hello people who have bothered to open this old story! Honestly, it has been a year since I started this and story and about 9 months(?) since I have ended it. So before you read it what I have noobishly wrote, please just consider a couple of things on why I wrote things this way and that...

1- I started writing right after the first part of Nightmare Circus was released. NAGC had released it in steps and so Rufus' jobs were, as well, given out one by one. And so at the time, I did not know that in the end, it was Rufus who blasted the Ringmaster that was only shown in the final part of the Nightmare Circus.

2- At the time, information on Rufus was little to none. Honestly, I only worked around the one fact that Lass and Rufus were related. Nothing else. So I had to assume Rufus was the hybrid instead of Lass because I was so used to Lass being the human. By the time it was told Lass was the hybrid, it was too late to change the script. So in this story, Rufus is the hybrid.

Thank you for your patience and enjoy the story.

The whole trip back to Serdin castle was ghastly to everyone. Why?

They had gone against the Ringmaster of the Nightmare Circus of which Lass used to perform in.

Though that wasn't the reason the air was heavy around the group.

It seemed that something had annoyed Lass, making him leak out his killing aura. And none of the members of the Grand Chase dared to ask him, in fear they might step on a land mine as it might concern of the boy's past. He was quite sensitive when it concerned his background. At a young age, he went through many ordeals and suffered quite enough. He did not want to open back those memories ever again.

"... Damn it..." Lass mumbled as he mercilessly shot down a sparrow flying over head with one of his ninja knives he hides in his garments. It was obvious to all that he was in no condition to talk to until he cooled down. Lass silently cursed again, remembering what had happened in the Nightmare Circus.

The blue flames engulfed the tent with no mercy. He was weak with no strength in him anymore after receiving a deathly fatal hit. He landed on the floor harshly as large clumps his skin was scraped off, but his spirit to fight still burned in him. Jin had already rallied the members out of the place. Arme was one of the last few who came out. She nudged the boy to wake up, calling out his name to keep him from falling unconscious. Ryan was there beside her, ordering her to get out whilst he carried Lass.

Jin escorted Arme out, Ryan heaved the young boy on to his shoulder. But without warning, Lass slid off him and with every ounce of his energy, dashed towards the Ringmaster. His vision was at disarray but his focus on the main target did not falter. Ryan's calls for him to withdraw from the battle did not reach to his ears at all. He heard the blurry, blasted cackles of the demon that he desired to silence so much. And now was the chance to finally grasped the revenge he lusted for all these years. But all that disappeared at the very last second, when a gunshot rattled the air.

The Ringmaster breathed no more afterward. The boy, outraged to find that he did not murder this vile creature himself, roared in anger as he pinpointed the origin of the bullet. And up at the center stage, he stood there, speechless.

There, stood the silhouette of man, having guns in his hands, one of which had smoke floating away from its barrel that aimed the Ringmaster and bloodshot vermilion eyes. Without a care of the situation around him, he slicked towards the corpse of the demon. The blue flames which still burned around the skull remained. Closer to the illuminating source, the shadows unveiled the being's true form. Brunette curly hair and unwavering crimson eyes. His skin was utterly pale and he held a sinful smug as he reached out the blue flames of the deceased and grasped it in his hands. Though, Lass retained his stance, petrified. Not to the fact, this person had absorbed the Ringmaster's demonic powers. But..

'... Why... Why does he have the same face.. As me...'

Lass shot down yet another flying creature above him as he remembered that face. It pissed him off already that he didn't kill the Ringmaster, but to have a person who shared the same face as him did it instead had him feeling berserk already. Even worse, it was only him who saw that being. Ryan had chased him to forcefully drag him out of the place, but that man had already disappeared.

'Why the hell does he look like me? Why did he kill the Ringmaster when it's MY revenge? Why did he-'

"Lass!" The low voice of Siegheart rang in his ears, startling him. He felt pissed off as he was caught off guard but there was no chance for him to go try to kill of the immortal. Lass had realized he walked off a cliff of the Gorge of Oath.

Usually, he'd recoil back to the edge of the cliff and escaped the fate of falling down. But the situation was different this time. The fact he was completely worn out did not help him at all. Maybe this was retribution for everything that happened in his life. Being part of the band of demons they called the Nightmare Circus. Being the terror of the land they called Kaze'aze. He couldn't recall anymore as he succumbed to the darkness that called for him. The wind had rushed against him as he heard the faint calls of his friends. It was in the midst of the free fall did he finally drift into unconscious