Hmmm, I have a small dilemma.
I've run out of new OCs to put into my author's notes (I'm only using important figures. Kojiro doesn't count. He barely counts as an OC, in my book. He was made purely so that he could die) and I don't want to reuse OCs since this is only the eleventh chapter.
Juggernaut: Hey, Storyteller.
What the- What are you doing here? You're not a figment of my imagination, you're actually real!
Juggernaut: You're point?
You're my real friend (shocking, I know) and only products of my imagination have shown up here so far! YOU'RE BLATANTLY DISREGARDING THE SANCTITY OF MY MIND!
Juggernaut: Sanctity? What sanctity? You're mind is so jacked up that there's no place that's safe!
There is no safe haven for mere mortals such as you! Well, since you're already here, I guess you can stay.
Juggernaut: Not like you could make me leave.
Anonymous Reviews
... You have one guess as to how many I got.
Dr. Bob brought a very important point to me where many readers may have misunderstood what I wrote. Last chapter, Kojiro said that he was the Tenth Knight, the weakest of the ranked Knights. This means that only ten of the many Knights are ranked, and out of those ten he is the weakest. This does NOT mean that there are only ten Knights.
And for the record, I can make you leave here. I can summon Bios and have him do… things to you.
Juggernaut: What kind of "things"?
Horrible… unspeakable… terrible things. (shivers and hugs self) find a happy place, find a happy place…
Juggernaut: … WOW! He must have done something really bad.
(Huddled in the corner, curled up into a ball while gently rocking myself back and forth while whimpering in fear, eyes glazed over and seeing something beyond sight.) … The innocence… the purity…
Juggernaut: … Okay. Well, now would be a good time to tell you people that we're putting together a Legend of Zelda story as co-authors.
(Ignores him and giggles vacantly, gently singing) … We're a bitter rivalry. With a shotgun *ka-boom*Barney's on the floor-
Juggernaut: (glances over) -_-' Okay, seriously, you're starting to scare me.
-no more purple dinosaur!
Juggernaut: Let's just start the chapter…
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Chapter 11: Unlikely Saviors
"I can understand being able to hold your own against me since you have that armor, and I can even understand you managing to cut some bandages with your mystic arte," Nazo babbled, anger smoldering in his eyes like a raging inferno as he spoke so fast Robert could barely understand what he said. "But what I can't understand-" Nazo breathed hitched up as rage filled his being like a fever, "-IS HOW YOU MANAGED TO MAKE ME FEEL PAIN!"
Robert flinched as Nazo's outrage caused the alien presence in his mind to shift. Nazo leaned in and put his face right in front of Robert's nose. "You don't deserve to die. Allowing you to go to the afterlife is too much of a blessing!"
Robert's thoughts were whirling. There was no body, so that meant that the bandages that Nazo "wore" were actually the person. But cutting those sheets of linen didn't cause him pain, since it sounded like cutting the bandages and causing him pain were completely unrelated from what little he had gathered from the Lord's babbling. How was he supposed to kill this guy?
"Don't worry," Nazo cooed, seeing Robert's thoughts begin to scramble. He gently reached out and caressed Robert's face, as if trying to soothe him. "Your body will be fine. IT'S YOUR SOUL I'M GOING TO DESTROY!"
Malice, pure and unadulterated malice: that is what poured out of Nazo's soul into Robert's. It consumed the joys of life that Robert had experienced. It swamped the happy memories of bygone days. It devoured the sadness and regrets that had plagued Robert's life. Nothing was spared. Nothing stopped the pain that flowed freely throughout Robert's body. No, pain was too gentle a word, as was agony, and anguish. Nothing could describe the sheer horror of one's soul being torn apart, piece by tiny piece. A scream ripped out of Robert's throat as his very essence was torn to pieces and his soul was drowned in the torrent of pure hatred. "SOUL REND!"
"You've gone too far this time, Nazo," someone said in a voice full of vibrant life, his voice piercing through the veil of agony. The sound of tearing linen filled the air and Robert gasped for breath as the excruciating pain and anguish faded into emptiness as Nazo's presence left his mind. Linen bandages fell onto Robert. Dully, he realized that they were once Nazo. He struggled to lift his head to see his savior.
Standing over him was a man with jade eyes, dancing with life. He wore armor made of bones that covered his entire body except his forearms. His hand had yellowish claws extending from it about six inches. Robert glanced at the pile of bandages and saw the ones that had covered Nazo's head. Five cuts all the way across the lengths of the bandages were visible, effectively destroying the man that wasn't inside.
Bios sneered down at the dazed mercenary. "Be very happy I was ordered to stop Nazo's activities as soon as possible. That's the only reason you still have a soul." He snarled at him. Bios then gave a sharp kick to Robert's temple and the mercenary blacked out.
They were fighting for their lives. Minions to the right, Minions to the left, Minions to the front, and Minions to the back; There was no escape except victory. Everyone had made their way towards the weaker area, but there were still too many. The Minions never stayed down when they should, while the mercenaries and scholars fell with wounds that were actually lesser than those of their opponents.
Presea panted heavily as she cleaved another Bio-Doulo in half and bashed it in the face so the head couldn't try to bite her in the leg. She barely had any time to relax before another came to take its place. Lloyd wasn't faring much better. He could easily keep out of the way of the attacks thrown at him, but the Minion's tendency to keep fighting was taking its toll on his stamina. Kratos had retreated to the center so he might help wounded with his own healing spells, though his strength was fading fast. Raine had her hands more than full, barely able to summon the energy necessary to manipulate mana to formulate some of the most basic healing artes. Their supply of gels had long been exhausted. Genis panted with the strain to cast one final spell, but he knew it was futile. Colette nearly collapsed from the strain of casting Judgment repeatedly in an attempt to slay as many of the beasts as she could. Sylvia had cast herself out long ago and passed out from the strain of rapid-fire spells in such numbers. Thomas was on his last legs, the sheer coldness of his weapon doing more damage than the actual sword strokes. Sylpher was trying not to move and praying that nobody would step on him.
No matter how many spells were cast, no matter how many times they swung their weapons, there were always more. Only half of the original group of researchers and mercenaries was there, and exhaustion and fatigue was making easy prey out of the rest. Victory, the only escape, was unachievable.
The Minions were relentless. They thought nothing of it as their comrades were slaughtered. They feasted upon the fallen, consuming the dead even as the last breath of those who were dying left their lips.
Suddenly, a voice cried out amidst the tumult and chaos of battle. "New Moon!"
That was when everything changed.
Bios calmly glared at the ground a few feet away. "I know you're still here, Nazo. Just because I kept you from killing the whelp by slicing your head to ribbons doesn't mean I even caused the equivalent of a pinch in the level of pain that you felt." Silence answered the necromancer. "And just because I damaged your vessel to the point that it's unusable doesn't mean that you can't manifest yourself in a physical appearance. Show yourself, now!"
In response to the necromancer's demands, dust began to gather at the spot where Bios glared. Every speck that was spread across the room merged to a single point, making a rather large pile. Slowly, the pile molded itself into the shape of a man. As the transmutation finished, the figure raised its hand and wiped away some of the dust on the right side of its face. A violet eye was revealed, it gaze unflinching and unwavering. Hair that was an indescribably deep red fell into this eye, framing it beautifully.
"What the hell, Bios." Nazo growled, glaring at the Third Lord. "Why did you prevent that creature's death?"
Bios tilted his head curiously. "What do you mean, 'creature'? I'm fairly certain he is a human and has a gender. Male, I believe it is."
"Don't you dare try to classify that as anything! It shouldn't be alive. It should have died years ago, but it didn't. Because of that, it doesn't deserve to be acknowledged as something that should be alive!" Nazo barked.
Bios smiled wickedly. "You figured it out then."
"…"
Bios laughed. "I don't need you to tell me, and neither do I need your uncanny ability to search someone's soul to figure out that you know." Bios crossed his arms and looked away while closing his eyes. "The Master found out about your recent actions amongst the seals, however. And he was not happy. King Feral and I were sent over here to, and I quote, 'end that cotton-brained leper's moronic schemes and drag his diseased carcass back to him.' I chose to confront you myself, and Feral was left to deal with the Minions you commandeered."
Nazo chuckled. "And you figured if you arrived a little too late and gathered a few Cinder Crystals while you're at it, Xeralisk wouldn't mind at all." Bios's smirk widened. "Nothing's stopping you, you know."
"Bribes won't work, Nazo." Bios sighed, looking the man in the eye. "I owe myself to Xeralisk, through and through. I'm not like you, one of the rare few able to act against him."
"I never said I would go free. I was merely telling you that you may pass without interference from me."
Bios raised his eyebrows, but pulled out a bag and walked past Nazo. As Bios walked past Nazo, he stopped before leaning over and whispering something into Nazo's ear, or where it would be on a normal being. Nazo's eyes widened and he turned to face the necromancer. "He knows nothing of this?"
Bios shook his head.
"Then what is to keep me from telling Master Xeralisk about this to return to his favor?"
Bios smiled in response. He had been waiting for that question. "I believe Xeralisk may delve a little more into your past should he discover that you have no body. It was clever, using bandages to pose as a leper before him, but I can feel both disease and bodies. I've been on to you from the beginning."
Nazo's glare smoldered. "I will keep silent."
"Excellent."
The mana from the creature that carried Kratos back to the Aurion family swamped the air. Those unused to the sensation of the choking mana froze at its touch. The Minions' reaction was rather different.
Every single Bio-Doulo and every single Bio-Soldier turned away from the exhausted mercenaries and scholars as they massed towards the source of the mana signature. Every single one of the fighters fell to the ground in relief, some gulping down as much water as they could while others just tried to feel their legs again.
Presea breathed deeply and forced herself back to her feet, using her axe as a crutch. She had to make sure her children were alright. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kratos do the same, as well as Lloyd and Colette. Slowly, they all made their way to where Sylpher's stretcher lay, Sylvia passed out next to it and Genis and Raine guarding it, though they couldn't do much in the condition they were in. Thomas crawled over as well, every fiber of himself screaming in protest at the movement.
"What the hell is that thing doing here?" Lloyd panted.
"This mana is the same as the person who brought Kratos, correct?" Raine asked.
"Yeah, but I don't understand why it's here. What's going on? I can't really see much since if I so much as twitch my entire body howls in pain." Sylpher asked.
Sylvia groaned as she groggily sat up. "We dead yet?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand.
"Nope," her brother answered.
"The mana signature of that strange man, if he can be called that, showed up and all the Minions are going after it," Thomas said, collapsed on the ground and breathing loudly.
Sylvia looked around. Suddenly her eyes widened in horror and she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. "Look," she said, shakily raising her hand to point at the scene that had earned her attention. Thomas groaned as he forced himself to sit back up and look to where she pointed while Sylpher muttered something about how he would love to if his back wasn't broken.
Blood sprayed everywhere, creating a small cyclone of red around the scene. The creature could be seen amidst the mob of the creatures, all of them trying to attack the demonic warrior.
His scythe flashed from one side to the other, bisecting, beheading, disemboweling, and slaughtering Minions everywhere it cut. Not a single one of the Bio-Doulos could get anywhere near the whirlwind of death, and even the armor of the Bio-Soldiers was sliced apart like tissue paper.
The man himself looked beyond menacing. His eyes were full of malice and rage. His expression spoke volumes of his hatred and anger. Every swing delivered a killing blow, every attack met its mark. Not a single scratch was landed upon the beast within the hurricane of blood and gore and metal and death.
The assault was beautiful in the same way that a bolt of lightning was beautiful. It struck fast and hard and its attacks were lethal and without remorse, and at the same time it inspired awe and fear in the hearts of those witnessing it. Surrounding the creature and his weapon was an aura of rage and hatred, inspiring meekness in even the boldest amongst them, as well as an aura of sadness, adding to the mysterious allure of the obvious danger he posed.
The monsters were dwindling at three times the rate that they consumed the researchers and mercenaries. Soon, the only thing that was left of the beasts was a field of ashes. The creature stood there amongst the remains of those he had slain.
Slowly, his body began to shake uncontrollably and the man held his hand to his face. He tentatively stepped down from his perch atop the highest pile and looked around. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. Slowly, he began to relax and after a deep breath, he was calm. "Full Moon," said in a monotone voice.
The black and brown clothing of the man instantly altered itself. It inverted perfectly, the pitch-black becoming snow-white and the odd brown becoming an azure hue that rivaled that of the skies. His skin and hair did the same, reverting from a sickening blackish-green and the same odd brown as his clothes to a healthy peach tone and a bright sky-blue. Even the blade of his scythe changed, the black void beginning to softly shine in a pure-white light. He began to calmly walk towards them, the mercenaries and scholars quickly making a path, gazing in awe at the warrior that had saved them.
"What is he?" Thomas asked.
"Okay, I get the feeling I'm missing something that is freaking awesome. Am I missing something freaking awesome?" Sylpher asked.
"I've never seen something so horrific and beautiful at the same time," Colette gasped.
"I'm being ignored, which translates to a 'yes'. I don't care how much it hurts, someone prop me up so I can see!"
"Even his mana signature did a major U-turn. Something's not right with that guy." Genis mused aloud.
"Dammit, people, I'm missing all the good stuff! Aunt Raine, just hurry up and heal me so I can see what the hell is going on!"
"That is the man from Avalon. He was with Nazo." Kratos noted.
"Yeah, he was the one with the book." Sylvia said.
"Fine, you know what? I don't want to know. It's not like this will probably be the coolest thing I'll ever see."
"Shut up, Sylpher. By the time you spoke up, it had already happened." Thomas barked.
"Well, you should have said that in the first place, instead of-"
Sylvia shushed the two before an argument could be started.
Bios quickly gather handful after handful of the strange gems that had once bordered the effigy of the Death-Demon. "If I may ask, why were you destroying the seals on the Death-Demons without permission?"
"I knew that no harm would come of it and it would only benefit our cause."
"Premature awakening can benefit our cause?"
Nazo snorted. "Xeralisk knows as well as I that the gods did more than just put a seal on them. They put a fail-safe spell and made it so only another Death-Demon can awaken a Death-Demon. The seals are more just to prevent anyone from tampering with the beasts."
Nazo stood up, hefting his bag full of Cinder Crystals. "There we go. I'm finished here. Feral's merely relaying his message and once that's done then we have no further business here."
"I have a request." Nazo stated.
"You aren't in a position to be making bargains with the Master, Nazo." Bios reminded.
"If I am allowed forty-eight hours of reprieve from being judged by Xeralisk, I will accept double the punishment that he determines is fit." Nazo said, not a hint of fear showing in his voice.
Bios balked at Nazo. Xeralisk's punishments were harsh and many would call them unnecessarily cruel. "You're insane, you know that? And that's coming from me, so you're clearly out of your bodiless mind."
"Go see if he will accept those terms." Nazo commanded.
Tense silence pervaded the two for a moment. Bios shook his head. "My comrade, I now have a newfound respect for you. If you ever have any hare-brained suicide missions that you need done, come right to me, cause I'm sure it would be a lot of fun!" a sick smile spread over Bios's features. With that, he opened a portal and left to talk to Xeralisk.
The man stopped in front of them. He looked at them all, an almost-bored expression on his face. Kratos froze up when their eyes made contact, but the moment lasted only for an instant and the former Seraph soon relaxed.
"You are the Aurions and Sages, correct?" he asked. Everyone nodded in response. "I am Feral MoonScythe, Second King of the Unborn. I have a message from our master."
Feral paused, glancing at all of their faces, examining each one, his scrutiny seeming to give him more knowledge about them than just their appearances.
"What is it?" Lloyd finally prompted after a moment's silence.
Feral ignored him and finished his examination of the party. After a few minutes, he turned his gaze to nothing in particular. "Fate's control over the future is more fragile than Fate would like to believe. Next time, don't count on Fate and our master's plans to coincide. Leave Triet now, or not even Fate will be able to save you," He announced after what seemed like an eternity.
"That's just vague enough for us to ignore," Sylpher grumbled. "I still wish I knew what had happened just now."
"If you're an Unborn, then why did you just save us?" Raine asked.
Feral didn't change his expression at all. He didn't even bother to look at the one who addressed him. "Those were my orders. Everything is my orders. My duty has been fulfilled, and now I am to bid you all farewell." Feral turned to leave.
"Wait!" Lloyd shouted. Feral paused. "What exactly are you? Before, you were savage and demonic, there was no way you could be human. How is it that you're so calm now?"
Feral turned his head slightly to look back. "You ask me what I am, but you already know the answer. I am Unborn." With that cryptic answer, he continued to walk away.
"I didn't even see the freak and I know he's a weirdo." Sylpher said from his stretcher. "Now can someone please fix my back so I can move?"
Nazo waited for the inevitable conversation with Feral. He didn't need to turn to see the man walk up to him, Feral's mere presence was enough for Nazo to know he was there. He knew Feral wasn't angry. He couldn't be angry, not in the Full Moon.
"Why didn't you wait?" Feral asked.
"I grew tired of it. You were able to escape, Feral, but I am still trapped. Remember that."
"The time is not right."
"I merely saved Xeralisk a little time. Now he doesn't have to go around and break all the seals."
"That does not change your impatience."
Nazo spun around, rage in his eyes. "I'm sick and tired of that skeleton controlling my existence! I'm tired of having to hide my identity, I'm tired of having to having to play the pawn for a spirit of Death that is trying to achieve what cannot happen, and I'm tired of having to stare at you!
"You were once alive! You once could feel all of the emotions at once, both positive and negative! Now you spend all of your days hunkered in a shell of apathy, shrouded in uncaring, bathed in your lack of feeling. If you had any emotion at all, anyone would think you were wallowing in self-pity!" Nazo roared. "Don't you miss those days when you could feel? Don't you miss those days when you were whole?"
Nazo turned back around, glaring at the stone wall and crossing his arms. "I forgot, you can't feel anything. You're just a hollow shell of a man." Contempt dripped from his voice as he spoke those words. "Well, while you may be incapable of longing for those bygone days, I do. I remember what it was like to have skin." Nazo shivered as he gently rubbed his arms up and down. "I remember what it was like to be alive; to walk around on my own and eat and sleep and feel the wind on my face and smell the scent of the air. I miss it so much…" Nazo trailed off, his voice wavering.
He quickly gathered himself, though his voice still wobbled slightly as he spoke. "I'm tired of these blades in my arms and legs, tainting my physical body and making it a living hell while imprisoning me in that world of darkness. My only respite is manifesting myself through a medium, and that is far from enough to satisfy the yearning in my heart, to quell the need to escape the living nightmare of my own creation.
"I'm tired of it all, Feral. I don't want any of it anymore. Would it be that you could kill me, I would beg for you to do so."
Feral stood silently, listening to the man rant. When he finished, Feral closed his eyes. "Master Xeralisk has granted the reprieve. If you do not return in time, then the punishment will be triple." Feral summoned a portal and walked through, leaving the man made of dust to comfort himself in isolation.
A stifled sniffle escaped Nazo as he gently hugged his borrowed body. "But most of all, I want to see my son again. I want to hear his voice, to see his face. I don't want to see these lies and empty illusions that torment me even now." A tear melted into the dust that made Nazo's face as he tried to contain himself. He took a deep breath and straightened, shaking his head. "It's no use. No matter how much I may mourn and yearn, it will not change the past. I bear these burdens so that he might not. I must never forget that."
A groan sounded from behind him and Nazo turned to Robert, who was beginning to stir. His expression went from mournful to hateful in a heartbeat. "To feel nothing for eternity is worse than even the Evitagen." Nazo growled. "How numb this body is, when even pain cannot be felt by conventional means." Nazo turned to fully face the stirring form of Robert, venom dripping from the ferocious glare that burned from his violet eye. "The only way for me to experience the twisting, burning sensation is for the power of the attack to travel along my spiritual link to my body. Not many can actually manage to do that."
Nazo narrowed his eye at Robert, the desire to kill evident. "Our business is far from finished, my dear Robert." And with that, the eye and hair vanished, the possessed dust scattering itself across the stone floor once more.
"Our business is far from finished…"
At least, that's what Robert thought he heard as he left the mind-numbing embrace of unconsciousness. He struggled to open his eyes. Confusion painted his face as he realized he was covered in blood – fresh blood – and that there was a pile of bandages on top of him.
Then it all hit him and he bolted upright. Max's death, the fight with Nazo, the aftermath of his mystic arte, the strange man that saved him from the bodiless freak of nature; the memory of all of it returned in the blink of an eye.
He looked around frantically, searching for his bone-wearing benefactor. He already knew of Nazo's fate, though something told him that Nazo wasn't quite dead.
He turned around when he couldn't find the strange man and he could tell that he had missed a lot. Several things were missing. One, the gigantic horde of monster creatures Nazo had summoned; Two, about half of the scholars and their escorts were gone without a trace; and Three, everyone was out of breath, either sitting down or sprawled out on the ground.
He sheathed his weapon, which was also coated in blood, and started jogging to see what happened, when a thought struck him. He slowed and finally stopped, staring into space as his thoughts consumed him.
That man in the armor had seemed familiar, somehow. It was a vague feeling, but it was there nonetheless. Writing it off as merely a strange sense of déjà vu, Robert started to go back to the others. But still the thought bugged him.
As he walked, he received more than a few horrified stares at his condition. Thanks to his armor and the lack of attacks from the Minions, he was completely unharmed. But the blood soaking him from head to toe created a rather intimidating figure, especially since he bore no wounds of his own. He sat down amongst the Regeneration group, all attention on him as soon as he walked up, with the exception of Sylpher and Raine, who was performing some healing magic on Sylpher, though the boy looked fine.
"You could at least clean the blood off of yourself before you show up," Genis sighed.
Robert laughed at that. "As if I have anything that could clean it all off with! It'll take at least three washings to get the blood out of my armor so it doesn't clot up and hinder my movement. Not to mention I'll probably need to get a new trench coat."
"I assume that none of the blood is yours," Kratos said.
"Nope," Robert answered, patting his chest to indicate the armor, now riddled with several new cuts and nicks, "Nazo couldn't get through my armor, though he did manage to land a few hits." Robert gestured to Sylpher. "What happened to him?"
"He suffered a spinal injury doing our fight against those Knights that appeared just before Nazo rushed off with you quickly following. I'm trying to heal him right now," Raine answered, doing her best to repair the injury without causing more damage.
Robert winced in sympathy. "That's got to suck."
"It does," Sylpher sighed, "On top of not being able to move without a ton of pain, I missed something really cool. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with that Feral dude who came over and gave us a really vague warning."
"I see. Well, I can tell you all that Nazo's been taken care of." Robert assured.
"So you managed to kill him?" Colette asked, trying her best to ignore the stench of blood that cloaked the mercenary.
Robert fell silent as he looked at the ground. "I didn't. If I told you what happened, none of you would believe me."
"I doubt it can top a person who can radically alter their personality and mana signature on a moment's notice and is capable of easily slaughtering several thousand Minions," Thomas said, folding his arms.
"That reminds me, what happened over here? I'll tell you my story after you all fill me in."
"Fair enough"
Robert blinked. "I have a feeling that Feral is not the type of person you want to piss off," he said.
"I've got a feeling that he's the type of person you can't piss off," Sylpher responded. During their story of everything that happened since Robert ran off chasing after Nazo, Raine had finished healing him and he was now standing, making sure he could still move his body the way he could before Kojiro broke his back.
"Now, what about Nazo's death wouldn't we believe? And if you didn't kill him, then who did?" Raine asked.
Robert sighed, closing his eyes and preparing himself for the laughter that was sure to follow. "A man with jade eyes wearing armor made out of human bones did."
Everyone was silent, so Robert continued on to his disturbing discovery. "Also, I'm not entirely sure Nazo is dead. I couldn't land a single hit on the guy, since he fought like a ballet dancer with weapons on his body, and I finally got frustrated enough to use my mystic arte.
"When it was over, I assumed he was dead, since my arte blew a hole in his chest about twice the size of my head. I turned around, and was about to go and join the massacre of everyone, euphoria flowing through my body at the thought of being able to kill so many, both Minion and non-Minion, to my shame." Robert ducked his head as he said that. No one was surprised. He wasn't in the best shape –mentally - when he ran off, and judging by the amount of blood on him, his mental state hadn't improved by the time he reached Nazo.
"I heard a noise behind me and turned around only to be pinned by Nazo. Like I said, I blew a hole in his chest, and he was still alive. But the most disturbing part-" Robert shuddered, "-was that he didn't have a body. He wasn't covered by bandages, he was bandages.
"After that, Nazo started to do something to me. I'm not entirely sure what, since I could barely understand what he said and I was in a bit of a shock. I think it was something about 'destroying my soul'. All I know for sure is that he entered my mind and started doing something that hurt like nothing I've ever experienced. Not even getting swallowed whole by a dragon could compare to it. Before Nazo could finish doing whatever it was he was doing, the man I mentioned before showed up and sliced Nazo's head into pieces, causing the rest of the linen to collapse on top of me. The same man then knocked me out, and I woke up a few minutes ago."
Everyone was dumbstruck. Thomas was the first to speak up as he clears his throat. "Well, that beats the heck out of Feral, that's for sure."
"I'm curious as to why Bios saved Robert, though. Or why Feral came and killed all of the Minions. They're all Unborn, so that means that they're on the same side. Why did they get in each other's way?" Kratos wondered aloud.
"Wait, who's Bios? And what are the Unborn? I let this stuff lie before because it had nothing to do with me. Now, it does, so I would like an explanation," Robert demanded more than requested.
"Of course," Lloyd said, "After everything that's happened, it wouldn't be right to leave you in the dark."
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Juggernaut: So, let me get this straight, you found a marathon of toddler's shows like Barney far more traumatizing and painful than- (pulls out a copy of chapter 7 ending AN)… Do I even want to know how you came up with that?
It was far more civil and humane than what he did to me! I still can't look at a "D" and not remember the horrific scenes! (makes writing rather difficult. I hope you appreciate this even more now)
Juggernaut: and… why am I friends with you again?
I ask myself that same question every hour. I'm still working on an answer. I'm a little stuck though, since I can't figure out what the square root of a cheeseburger is.
Juggernaut: (fake laughs) Wha?
Everything.(starts actually laughing)
(after calming down) You know, I didn't write the first half of this chapter.
Juggernaut: What, did Nazo do that?
No, the story did. I was merely the medium through which the inspirational thoughts flowed through to push the keys so that the electrical signal could be sent to the computer and be stored as a compilation of zeros and ones to form letters and symbols in a coherent manner that provides entertainment to those who see and receive the meanings placed by humanity upon the words that were formed by those letters and symbols.
Juggernaut: … uhhh, HUH?
It's one of those instances where the story basically wrote itself.
Juggernaut: and you couldn't have just said that why?
It's fun messing with you.
Review for me, and I might be able to get another update up even faster than this one!