"... What?" Asked Jaune, who had a look of pure confusion plastered on his face directed towards the taller blonde across from him.
"They are to be your Imperatores." Replied Lucifer.
"No I heard that, just, you know, what is that?"
The fallen angel let out a sigh. "Your Commanders. The swords that shall cut down your enemies at a moment's notice. They are your sword, your shield, and your armor. They shall protect you with their lives. If it helps you comprehend, compare them to the four horsemen. Death, Pestilence, War, and Conquest. Your young friend, Ruby Rose, would be the equivalent of Death. Pyrrha Nikos would be War. Lie Ren will be Pestilence. Nora Valkyrie is to be Conquest." The cool voice of Lucifer replied tiredly. Really, this kid couldn't just get it, could he?
The child of prophesy sighed, leaning back on his hands against the flesh coated floor of Limbo. He was still nude, his symbols being shown to all the eyes that coated this disgusting place. "But why? Why do they have to be a part of this?"
"Would you rather I kill them and save you the trouble later?" A slight tilt of the head to make it seem like he was serious, a small frown to appear confused, and the slight ascension of a single fine eyebrow to finish off the sincere look. It got the desired effects, as Jaune's blue eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.
"No! If it saves them then… Fine," He sighed, "But it isn't my choice. Its theirs." The most powerful of God's creations laughed and shook his head, blonde hair swishing in front of his face as he gave the boy a condescending grin.
"No, it isn't. It's all yours. Their lives are no longer theirs. In fact, their lives were never theirs. They were destined to be your Imperatores long before they were born. Your destiny is to be their leader; their God. This is, and always has been, your decision." He saw the way the young man's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the way sweat formed around his eyebrows and slowly rolled down the side of his face. He reveled in the fact he had such power over the creature.
"... K-Keep them alive…" His voice finally croaked out, causing Lucifer to give a pleased smirk.
"Don't fret, boy. They will thank you soon enough." A snap of the fingers and the four newly appointed Imperatores fell out of individual portals. "You will be taking them on a training mission once you finish Genesis. I'm thinking… Yes, you will fight in one of their largest cities, New York, against some of my own abominable creations. You will be given only what I give you and nothing more. You'll have to survive for seventy-two hours." The smirk on his face turned sadistic. "And I won't stop the humans from interfering."
Jaune gulped once more and looked over at the four of his friends. The fallen angel hummed and looked over at them, quirking his lips slightly. "Come to think of it, they are quite filthy, aren't they? Very well, I shall take and bathe them, and explain their situation while I'm at it." His unwilling apprentice opened his mouth to speak, but with a wave of his hand the boy's mouth shut. "No, I'll do it. You sit here and read. I expect you to be finished by the time we are finished here."
The sound of wind rushing and, faster than a hummingbird could flap its wings, Lucifer and the four Imperatores were nowhere to be seen, leaving Jaune alone to read the history of everything his life was becoming.
The dark angel watched as the youngest of the Imperatores woke up. She started with a quiet, high pitched groan that dragged on for an unnecessary amount of time. Then she rubbed her eyes for a few moments before realizing what had happened. Her eyes popped open (a comedic sight, if he were honest with himself) and she sat up in a blur of rose petals, oddly enough.
He simply stared down her as she had her mini-panic attack, waiting patiently for her to calm down and think rationally about the situation. Like her semblance, it happened faster than he expected. He nodded approvingly and, once her silver eyes met his white ones, slowly held out a hand as to not freak her out again. "Come now, Imperator. You are to be cleaned and prepped with your proper equipment for your training."
The response he received was an elegant "Huh?" Which caused him to sigh. "Humans, so simple minded. You are the Imperator of Death, Ruby Rose, and your soul belongs to Jaune. It always has."
"... Eh?" This will definitely be an infuriating explanation, now wouldn't it?
With a deep, resigned sigh, Lucifer pulled the red themed girl up off her feet and, with a snap of his fingers, dressed her in her previous clothes. He looked them over with a judging frown and shook his head. "This won't do. Imperatores must look imposing, not… That." So, with a wave of his hand, a chair slid into the room and under Ruby, causing her legs to give out and fall on the chair. She blinked and looked around frantically.
"What's going on dang it?! Imperator? My soul belongs to Jaune? Come to think of it, who even are you?!" He ignored all her questions and forced her to stay in the chair, his eyes glowing slightly as he changed the fabric of her clothes, removing and adding articles in nanoseconds.
Within moments he had revised her outfit and nodded appreciatively. "Much better." Her outfit, for the most part, stayed the same, but on her shoulders sat impressive silver colored pauldrons that spiked out from her arm. Her corset appeared the same, if a bit shinier and a little more rigid, but was changed from cloth to metal. Her legs bore silvery greaves, and replacing her combat boots were sabatons with a sharpened point. Her red hood was, of course, still there.
Ignoring the fact that she was currently freaking out even harder at having been undressed and redressed in a matter of less than a second, he commanded, "Pull up your hood, Imperator of Death." He added a little bit of magic to convince her to do so. Thus she did, as he knew she would, and he smirked at the sight. It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing outfit, but as time went on he would outfit her and the rest with more impressive armor. "Good. Now," A snap, and the outfit disappeared. "We must wash you."
"Wait wait wait!" She shouted, her eyes wide and frantic as she covered herself as best as possible. A futile effort, to be sure, since seeing her naked was the same as seeing a dog without his collar. He shook his head, clicking his tongue quietly. Ah, right, he should have focused on explaining rather than designing a new outfit. "What the heck is going on?!" He blew air out of nearly closed lips and nodded.
"You are dead. Your friends are dead. Your soul belongs to Jaune Arc and his belongs to me. You are to be his Commander of Death, or Imperator, and he is your leader, your master. Your God. You will be the sword he uses to cut down his enemies. Blah blah blah, I am not explaining this again. Ask your master for the details." Ruby's eyes widened exponentially through the swift and brutal explanation, but he cared not. With a swipe of his hand, a pail of water appeared in front of her along with two small creatures. Armed with soap and a sponge, they began cleaning her legs, even as she struggled against Lucifer's telekinetic powers.
"Cease your struggling, you're making it difficult on my imps." She attempted to open her mouth but, like with Jaune, he kept it closed. He shook his head with another sigh. Kids weren't his forte.
After a few minutes, the small demons cleaned up the teenager and disappeared with the pail. Lucifer nodded and made her clothes appear back on her, a low gleam in his eyes. "Now, show me your scythe. I want to see you use it." The hooded girl looked at him like he was crazy, but he just waved his hand impatiently. "Do I have to remind you who owns you?"
She bit down on her cheek and glared haughtily at him, causing him to crack an amused smirk. He whispered a few words and pointed at her, causing her to shriek in pain and fall to her knees. She writhed in pain for a few agonizing moments before he stopped the spell. "Do it. Or else I'll make you feel the pain of millions rather than dozens."
That got the desired effect, as Ruby's face paled and she hastily, and clumsily, stood up. She reached back and unsheathed her weapon, clicking a button to extend it fully. The fallen angel gazed upon it with distant interest. "This is it? It isn't nearly as impressive as I had imagined."
He could tell she held back a biting remark, and she commented something different. "She is one of the most impressive weapons on Remnant."
"On Remnant, yes. But everywhere else? That's not even the equivalent of a kiddie toy." He walked up and laid his palm on the gleaming blade. Ruby tried pulling it away from him, but he used his abilities to keep it in place. A white glow emitted from his eyes once again and covered the blade in the same light. A moment later, the light disappeared, and what was left was… The same weapon, but with an upside down star in a circle on the blade.
"... What did you do?" She asked cautiously. Well, at least she was learning to not be a brat to him. Cookie points for her.
"Once you activate the sigil on the blade, your scythe shall transform into a weapon that can kill almost anything. Save myself, my nemesis, and his mysterious counterpart, of course." She looked at the carved picture warily.
"Why would I want to kill anything?"
"It isn't about what you want. It's about what you will."
"I won't." She glared at him once more. Sigh, she was doing so well too. Cookie points subtracted.
"You will." He glared back, his white eyes narrowing slightly. She gulped and looked away, causing him to nod. No one, not even the strongest willed of humans, could fight off his own will without the assistance of God. Luckily, these insolent humans didn't even know God except for Jaune, and wouldn't until their loyalty was assured.
"Now, you will stay in this room until I have finished with War, Pestilence, and Conquest. I will come get you when I am done." The red girl was about to say something, but he left far too quickly for her to speak.
Ruby sighed and looked around with a downcast face, her scythe gripped tightly in her quaking hands. "What's happening to all of us…?"
It took two agonizing hours to get the other three Imperatores ready, much to Lucifer's ire. Followed by the four unwilling new agents of apocalypse, each adorning similar outfits to their previous ones but altered very slightly and just enough to make them into imposing Commanders.
Pyrrha's armor was more conservative, covering up more of her body, but keeping the same Spartan scheme. Lie Ren had steel arm guards and greaves, and he had a leather strap strung from his shoulder to his hip. Nora's outfit was the most changed, perhaps, as it covered her chest in chain-mail and her arms in iron gauntlets. Her skirt was replaced with actual pants, as well, which she vehemently protested.
Not that he cared, of course. Their pathetic human preferences were entirely irrelevant to his goals. The very idea of clothes, in fact, were irrelevant to him outside of intimidation factors or simple coverage. Why wear some fanciful article if it hardly covered anything? The very idea was so alien, so primitive, to the ancient being.
He shook his head, his gaze falling on the person of his particular interest; Jaune Arc. He smirked slightly at seeing how far the boy got in a couple hours, feeling rather pleased with the development but also wary. The Antichrist determined the fate of humanity - whether it be keeping them alive or destroying them. It wouldn't do to have his apprentice change sides to become a follower of his Father, after all.
"Jaune," His voice caused the younger blonde's head to snap up in his direction. "We've returned. And I see you're long since done with Genesis, yes?" Jaune idly nodded, his eyes straying to his four friends. Lucifer rolled his eyes and, with a signature snap of his fingers, dressed Jaune in armor that resembled his previous ones, but covering more parts of his body. He replaced the small red waist cape with a long, flowing red cape, with intricate sigils on it for protective purposes. "Stand, then. Once I give you your materials, I expect you to to not come back until I deem your progress sufficient."
"Didn't you say 72 hours though…?" Jaune croaked, his face paling slightly. The fallen angel smirked and shrugged his shoulders lightly, imitating human behavior he'd seen before.
"I did. But I changed it very slightly to whenever I please. Problem?" He growled lowly at the end, getting the desired effect by the boy's hasty head shakes. "Good." A pale white hand waved and an intricately curved sword stabbed into the ground in front of Lucifer. He grabbed the hilt and held it towards Jaune, his white eyes staring into sky blue. "Take this. You'll have to learn how to use this on the go."
"But… What about Crocea Mors?" He raised an eyebrow, staring at the curved blade in apprehension.
Lucifer sighed and shook his head, "Your sword is, frankly, utterly useless. I shall fix it up whilst you're away. Now take the damn sword before I stab it into your sternum." Jaune sighed and grabbed it, studying it idly.
"What kind of sword is this? It much skinnier than my sword." The oldest being rolled his eyes and pointed at it.
"That's a Shashka. It's a much more elegant sword than your brutish longsword. Worry not, I'll make Yellow Death much more elegant than any human weapon." Jaune nodded, staring at the intricate designs on the hilt. "Now, begone." Lucifer snapped his fingers and the group of five disappeared.
"Now… Where the hell did I put that book?" He mused to himself in the newfound silence.
Jaune and the rest of his team, old and new, were forced to cover their eyes from the intense glare of bright lights coming from towering buildings, far larger than most buildings in Vale could ever hope to be. Rubbing his eyes, Jaune looked around in curiosity and slight apprehension. Here they were, in a world so similar yet so different than their own, surrounded by hundreds of people in just a small area.
He heard people shouting, cars honking, and loud advertisements coming from the bright screens on the sides and fronts of buildings. Off in a nearby alley he could even swear he heard some kind of moaning. He looked over at his friends, his… Imperatores, as Lucifer called them, and sucked on his teeth lightly. "Is everyone alright?"
"As good as you can get after getting out of Hell, I guess." Ren replied, his voice slightly hoarse. Jaune nodded, smiling apologetically at him. The blond looked over at his partner, his original partner, and slowly took a step over towards her.
"Are… Are you alright, Pyrrha?" The champion stared him right in the eyes, her mouth moving but no words coming forth, until she decided to just embrace him in a crushing hug. Jaune, shocked, slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and rubbed her back soothingly at hearing her muffled sobs. He frowned and looked at the other three, all of which looked at them in sympathy. "Shhh… It's okay…" He ignored the looks some passerby gave them, and focused on tending to his partner.
"I-I'm…" Her croaky voice broke the sobs, "Okay…" She took a deep, shaky breath, and pulled back as she wiped the remaining tears off her cheeks. "Sorry… I just," The redhead cleared her voice, "Ugh, I just missed you." She finished it with a smile towards him, and he couldn't help but return it with a wide one of his own.
But that didn't last, as it fell into a frown. "You're not mad? That I," He took a second and scratched the back of his neck, "That I made you all into my… My slaves?" They all looked at each other, then at him, before shaking their heads.
"You didn't do that, fearless leader! It was all that stupid bird wing guy's fault," She crossed her arms, pouting at the thought of him getting rid of her skirt. Ren nodded, a sigh escaping his lips with his eyes closed.
"Nora's right. Don't blame yourself, you had no choice in the matter."
"Yeah! Plus, it's better than it was you than some other creepy guy he might've put us with," Jaune smiled at Ruby, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, before he looked over at Pyrrha.
She simply smiled and shook her head, and Jaune couldn't help but realize why she wasn't mad. He blushed before coughing into his hand, quickly, and admirably, recovering his composure. "Well, alright! Besides, I won't be using you guys like slaves anyway, so it's kinda like I'm just a leader for a larger team, right?" He nodded to his own question, before looking around. "This place is kinda weird. It's a lot different than Remnant."
Ruby hummed, looking towards the large screen in the center building, "Yeah, but it's kinda cool! Imagine all the cool stuff that could be here? Oh! Or all the weapons they use against the Grimm!" Jaune chuckled, shrugging lightly.
"I don't think they have Grimm here, Rubes. The Bible didn't mention them one bit, so-"
"The Bible?" Ren's curious voice interrupted Jaune, causing the blond to stumble over his words until he recovered.
"Uh, yeah. The book Lucifer had me read, so I could understand the history of the universe, him, God, and all that," explained Jaune, catching the attention of the other three teens.
"Okay… So who is God? I know of multiple gods from Remnant, but I've never heard of the bible before," Were it not a serious topic, Jaune would be impressed with how much Ren was actually speaking.
"God is… Well, he created everything, but besides that? Your guess is as good as mine. Lucifer says he's a tyrannical power hungry guy, but I'm pretty sure I sensed more than a little bias in his tone."
Ren nodded, Ruby and Pyrrha hummed, and Nora seemed to be staring off in her own little world behind him. "Anyways, we should probably move. I'm pretty sure if we stay here any longer we'll be attacked by some gigantic ugly monster or something."
He looked around, confused by their newfound silence. Noticing they were all doing what Nora was doing before, he ended up sighing, "There's a gigantic ugly monster right behind me, isn't there?" At their nods, he hummed. "Great," Turning around, he craned his neck to look up at the humongous sized beast before him. His mouth suddenly became dry and his face pale, before quickly coming back to his senses with a terrified scream. This seemed to draw everyone in the area's attention, and hundreds of horrified screams broke the silence.
The demon roared, his voice far louder than even the combined sounds of many, and charged towards Jaune and his group, its vicious spiked hands moving in to crush them under its weight. Jaune held his sword before him with his eyes screwed shut, but only opened them as he heard a loud crash in front of him. He saw two cars, surrounded in black light, struggling against the large hands. Taking a deep breath, he nodded towards Pyrrha before exhaling. "Okay, you ugly jerk… Nora, distract it! Ruby, Ren, attack its legs, make sure it can't get anywhere! Pyrrha and I will focus on keeping it in this area!" Everyone nodded, Nora going so far as to shout her approval as she pulled out her grenade launcher.
He heard the crack of said launcher and saw a pink explosion slam into the red demon's face. A blur of red and green went past him and encircling the legs. Cuts by the dozens appeared on the calves and thighs, and Jaune couldn't help but grin widely at the effectiveness of the team.
Until he got dazed by a shot to the back of the head, that is. He gasped in pain and rubbed it gingerly, a grimace overtaking the grin previously there. He turned around and was met with the terrified face of a police officer, and Jaune felt a twinge of annoyance. His hand twitched towards the shashka on his belt, but he kept his hand at bay. He was not going to attack another human, he refused. "Woah, calm down! I'm on your side he-" He fell back on his rear as another shot slammed into his chest plate, the air in his lungs escaping.
The shotgun the man's partner was holding was lifted up and thrown away, a scowling Pyrrha coming into view. Were it not for the raging monster behind him, only being kept at bay from the combined might of three of the strongest hunters-in-training from Beacon, then the scene of a disappointed Pyrrha and two terrified grown men would have made him chuckle.
"Stop, we're not here to hurt you. But we will if you keep hurting us," The tone Pyrrha used reminded him heavily of their training days, but Jaune shook those thoughts away and stood up, a cough wracking his body.
"Y-Yeah," Damnit, his voice just had to squeak, didn't it?" We're not here to hurt anyone, just exterminate some… Pests," He nodded, satisfied that he didn't give the truth away.
"Pests?! That there is a demon! Sent from Hell to kill us all!" Shotgun cop yelled out, and Jaune felt his lips form into a tight line. His coverup wasn't as perfect as he'd thought… Opening his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by a low growl that shook his very core. Jaune's mouth and face was suddenly covered in red liquid as both cops' were suddenly torn up into chunks of blood and gore as two horrifying rodent like demons came out through their chest cavities.
The blonde emptied his bowels on the asphalt, his eyes stinging with tears and blood at seeing such a gruesome sight. He looked up in time to be attacked by one of the two creatures, one of its razor sharp claws coming close to gouging out his eye. It managed to cut his cheek before his shashka was shoved deep into its neck. He touched his cheek with a light wince and frowned slightly. How had it managed to cut right through his aura?
He looked over to see Pyrrha taking out the other rat then over at Nora, Ren, and Ruby still taking on the five story demon. He thought back to the history lessons Lucifer taught him, about angels and demons, and wracked his brain for a reason. "Ohhh man, this is so stupid…" He mumbled to himself as he started running towards the ongoing fight. "Nora, I need you to stop grabbing its attention! I need to try something! Ruby, Ren, back away!" The ginger looked over at him in disappointment before backing away with her partner and Ruby. They all kept their weapons trained on the beast.
With a gulp and another comment about how stupid this was, he ran forward with his sword's tip facing it. The blond shouted, but he got swatted away before he even got close. He felt cuts open up on his side and a few bones crack, the damage becoming even worse upon slamming into a wall. He groaned and slowly sat up, hissing in pain at his right arm pressed against the bricks. "Yeah… Demons ignore aura, that's good," He grunted and slowly stood up, his eyes scrunched closed from the pain.
"Jaune!" He heard Ruby and Pyrrha hollar his name, and he waved off their concerns with his left arm. He looked towards the demon, and was both thankful and offended that it didn't see him as much a threat and instead insisted on destroying buildings around it.
"I'm fine! The thing ignores aura, same with other demons!" He limped over to them, his right leg dragging behind his left. "We'll have to watch each other's backs. Means we never go anywhere alone, we always bring at least on person with us," Everyone nodded and Jaune looked over at the giant, a scowl on his face, "As for that? I don't think we can take it out, even together. We don't have the firepower or ability to take out something that might as well be an ancient Grimm."
"Well… I have something that could help," The determined voice of Ruby interrupted him, and he looked over at her with raised eyebrows.
"Ruby, I don't think your eyes-"
"No, not my eyes," She raised Crescent Rose and faced the side of the blade towards the blond, and his blue eyes roamed the sigil with a tight lipped frown. "This. Lucifer put it on, said I could use it to kill anything besides him and two other people."
Jaune sighed through his nose and looked at the other three, noticing their perplexed looks at the sigil. "You three didn't get anything similar?" They shook their head and, with a hum, Jaune looked back at the short redhead. "... Fine, but only use it when we give you an opening, alright? I don't want us taking any unnecessary risks just because you have some trump-all card. We do this together, or we don't do it at all."
Ruby and the rest smiled, giving each other thumbs up. Pyrrha placed a hand on his shoulder to show her support, and the boy sighed quietly. He could only hope he didn't doom his friends…
Yang Xiao Long groaned as she sat up in her bed, her right stump itching like crazy. With an aggravated grunt, she ignored the itchiness and stood up from her spot. Stretching to work out all the kinks in her bones, she yawned loud enough that it shook Zwei from his own slumber.
"Hehe, sorry pal," She gave an apologetic grin towards him, and he yipped back with a small tilt of his head. Yang scratched behind his ears before opening the door to her room and stepping out into the cold hallway. She rubbed her right shoulder with a slight shiver and scowled, her eyes set firmly on the child-locked thermostat. "You need to change this thermostat old man! It's as cold as Atlas in here!" She heard her father grumble from downstairs but ignored it.
The blonde walked down the steps and towards the kitchen, her hand busy putting her hair into an easy to deal with ponytail. "Why haven't you made breakfast yet? I'm starving!" She opened the fridge and looked through its contents, making an unsatisfied grunt when she was met with nothing but milk and some leftover pizza from two nights ago. "We should probably also make a trip to the grocery store, yeesh…" Standing up with the milk carton and closing the fridge, she turned around. A hand clamped over her mouth and she dropped the milk in surprise, and her lilac eyes were met with glowing white orbs, short curly brown hair, and… A pair of white feathered wings…
Her fist shot up in an attempt to uppercut the intruder, but he easily caught it and bent it behind her back, causing her to shout in his hand in pain. "Calm down, Yang Xiao Long. I am not here to harm you or your father."
She struggled against his hold, his fiery fury doing nothing to budge the strange man. Her muffled shouts went ignored as he brought her into the kitchen. She kicked her legs in an effort to escape the superhuman hold, her eyes glowing a dark burning red in pure anger. Her heel slammed into his shin, and she smirked slightly while she waited for him to loosen the grip from the pain, but she slowly lost that smirk when he made no outward expressions of his pain or discomfort.
She was suddenly sat down besides her dad, Taiyang Xiao Long, who wasn't even moving anything besides his head. The blonde tried to move, to do something, but found that she couldn't, as though there were some unknown force acting upon her to keep her still. "What the heck is going on?!" She screamed, her red eyes blazing even hotter. She glared heatedly into the eyes of the unknown man, whom stared back unflinchingly.
"Peace at mind, Yang Xiao Long. I mean you no harm, nor your father, I am simply the messenger of our holy Father," The man's monotonous voice was surely meant to placate her burning anger, but it only made it worse. "If I wanted you both hurt or killed, I surely would have done that by now, no?"
"Who knows? You could want something before killing us!" She protested, but he simply shook his head with a sigh. Condescending bastard…
"Incorrect, Yang Xiao Long. I already know all there is to know about you, I've no need to ask you for any answers."
"Tell her who you are already," The calm voice of Taiyang broke their staring contest, and the one armed girl looked at him in disbelief. "We already talked, I trust him."
The man sighed but nodded, "Very well. Greetings, Yang Xiao Long, I am an angel of God," Yang stared at him, her entire expression covered in speculation, confusion, slight anger, and loss.
"You may call me Michael."
Heyyyyy, long time no see! Yeah, been a long time since I updated this story. Pushing on two months, nearly.
I have excuses though, namely I enlisted in the Army and am planned to ship to basic on July 24th, 2017, and the entire process took a long time. School, robotics, and military training took up a lot of time as well, but I'm back with this chapter.
This chapter went through numerous revisions over the past month or so, and I wrote at least 20k words for this one alone. At first I wanted Jaune to become super edgy and slowly become corrupted, then I realized that was way too fast and wasn't realistic in the slightest. So then I had him be super rebellious, but, well, Lucifer would've killed him for it. I then decided they'd go to Russia. In winter. For 30 days of night.
But that's a lot of freakin' work that would have to be done for little to no character gain, so I just decided with 'Nah fuck that m8'.
Then I made it where Yang came in as the edgy, angsty teen we all thought she'd be, then Volume 4 wrecked that idea, so I scrapped it. I ultimately decided to go with this, so I hope you all enjoy it. What's gonna happen with Yang is probably very predictable, but eh, it's gon be gud.
(Little side note I need to add in here: All chapters will be around 5,000 words in length. I won't push it to 10k like I try to do with Of Metal and Magic.)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Updates should be more frequent since Christmas break is coming up, but that could very well mean the opposite. Fingers crossed I actually get to write though!
Until next time.