I woke up and for a moment I swore to myself nothing had happened, and nothing had changed, yet as I felt the weight of time pounding on my undead body, I felt it. My heart ripped in two and my soul crumbled away into dust. I rolled myself up in the large snow-white bed and covered my head: I did not want to remember. My body froze and burned and, maybe, I'm not sure but for a moment, I felt it. I felt it growing in my chest. I remembered what it was, but I did not want it again. I did not want it. I shook my head as I clutched the bedsheets and repressed the dead memories resurfacing. I smashed my fists into the blanket but all it did was create a soft thud. I held back my roar creaking from the back of my throat. I coughed hoarsely as I spewed the dust that was once my soul, but it was something deeper than that: something incredibly filled with misery—with an intense repulsion of life. "Why do I feel this?" I thought to myself as my bones enlarged and my coughing continued. I tossed myself from each corner of the bed as to rid myself of this black liquid stuck inside of me. I want it out. I want my memories gone.

I couldn't hold back any more and I roared. The beds and drawers shook. The chandelier overhead swung. I did not understand what was happening at the time. How could I? How would anyone? Everything was coming back to me and I did not want it too. I had forgotten them, repressed them, so I did not have to deal with them. My head was painted red. I coughed black blood that spattered out and onto the bed. Heavy black tears sullied my bones. I had to escape from this feeling. But I couldn't, and I didn't know how to.

With all the strength in my body and more, I tore apart my cloak and cried on top of the bed bare-boned. "Nazerick" I repeated to myself with a disgruntled voice. Still coughing and still hurt, I rolled onto my back with a low gleam in my eyes: something eminently unmonstrous emerged. Something untapped within broke free and was let loose to run rampant. Thought was not my only governing capability. It too took control over my character. It too borrowed its parasitic self in my heart. It too released the reservoir kept sealed away. I was not myself. I never was until this moment.

I stared at the ceiling, pristine and ornamented with small intricate details. I laughed to myself maniacally as I observed and fell in love with the depiction of fortitude and strength etched. Hatred scampered across my heart, jealousy tied itself around my leg, love pulled my body forward, disgust clenched my fists, and I as I turned to the mirror situated by the drawer across from me, tremendous blue flames nascent.

That voice, I heard it once more. "Ya, is em sad anu asirsnos ateforp euq lat sah odicerc. Yum neib ateforp, yum neib, y se rop ose euq et yod le alutit [Seraphic Daemon]"

Inherently I understood that in a sense I had gained something. But it was something more real than simply stated. This all felt something more tangible. Than simply what that signifies. I was unsure of what I was. Undead? Yes, but what was I? It did not matter. It did not seem significant, but it did, and it changed me.

I stood up and witnessed the black liquid spattered across the bed. My cloak shredded and flung into a mess. I was naked.

I looked at the liquid with revulsion and apprehension, I touched it: it burned. In a matter of seconds, the liquid disappeared, and I was left there wondering if any of it was real yet I looked back at the mirror and then the blue flames flickered.

I walked to the door and almost opened, but I turned back to the bed and witnessed the cloak rebuild itself into a delicate and pristine suit. Its dark luster rippled away and white took its place. I went back, and it snatched at my bones. It felt snug as if it was tailor-made to my body.

"Ah, self-repair," I muttered to myself. I had forgotten some of the properties the cloak was imbibed with. A rare lapse in my memory as I patted the suit I remembered creating this part as a "fun" aspect to an otherwise roleplaying experience. My thought at the time was what if death wore a white suit? It was, to say the least, irony at its finest.

Walked to the door and knocked.

The same butler opened the door and his eyes shimmered with a kindles softness.

"Is it time yet?"

He shook his head. "There is still quite some left, please continue resting to your desire."

I chuckled at his response. "These old bones of mine are restless. Take me to the meeting."

"I'm afraid I'm prohibited from doing so. And King Momonga, if you don't mind listening to my humble opinion, it would be rude to interrupt them."

"Let them consider me what they want. I am not bound by their expectations."

He looked at me with veneration.

"If that is what you desire." He said.

After some time walking, we arrived at the meeting.

"Thank you."

He nodded and opened the door, and I heard a voice from the other side.

"This is an outsider, you wish to trust him and the people above for no particular reason? We don't know what his aim is and we don't know how strong their forces are. They have defeated The Sentient! The guard to this city! They are dangerous—"

After noticing my present, the lion-faced knight stopped talking and they looked at me. Some with curiosity while others looked on with awe.

"Please take a seat." Said Dikastís.

I sat at the end of the table and looked at all of them.

"Please continue General Hyger." Dikastís waved her hand and then smiled at me.

"This is an outsider. I understand your concern with adapting to this world yet, I am worried about danger too. But I want to be cautious with whom we align ourselves. King Momonga, pardon my directness, but you understand my logic. If some strange being resembling an unknown form, well wouldn't you fear it?"

I took some time to think about my words.

"I agree. I would be cautious and try to learn about them the most I can. But, General Hyger, I can simply propose an exchange of confidants so that we may begin to slowly trust each other. I do not wish to fight you and you do not wish to fight me, this similarity between is what I want to secure."

Hyger shook his head and said, "I concede the floor. Knight Vidi, what is your take?"

"This is a troubling situation. There are many pros and cons to it and with my nature, I believe we should propose a treatise."

"I second that vote. My time spent with this man and his fellow subordinates has lead me to believe it is in our best interest to secure him as an ally. His subordinate's ingenuity with technology is astonishing as to defeat The Sentient with materials of this world." I turned my head and there he was. That talking lizard.

"Senior Knight Okarith, don't you think you are little biased? Your nature is to promote friendly interactions between sentient beings."

"And that is why I feel strongly about this Frelbrit. I am old enough to judge a character when his aura is malicious. And this noble one's aura is not in the slightest tinged with negative energy. Especially now. I had my reservation before but witnessing this noble one once more I Can assure you we can trust him."

"Senior, it is still unwise to do so—"

"Unwise? Maybe, but you're misdirecting your point Frelbrit."

"Senior Knight Okarith you are becoming too heated." Said Dikastís coolly.

"My apologies, Dikastís."

"I want to say few words." I stood up.

"We have so many differences between us that it is troubling to trust the other. I understand your fears: you want to protect your livelihood and integrity; so, do I. I came here personally to acknowledge your domain so that we may cooperate. War, is not the sole problem, Fear and Distrust accompany it. Have your reservations about me! You are entitled to think. But think about this, what is worse, losing your livelihood or risking it to promote peace?"

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