It was almost quiet in the infirmary; that was the way Agnus liked it. Unless he was performing a surgery, he wanted no one to scream. The screaming was only tolerable in Fortuna Castle. He began to think, it had been quite a long time since he had been in there since the bitch Mary Ann had blown it up and destroyed it.
"…Nero's body is probably rotting." He spoke quietly to Kyrie, who was playing her piano, "…I haven't gone to Fortuna Castle in a very long time. I haven't been able to keep his body fresh. I've been too busy keeping you in line…" Kyrie's fingers stopped gliding across the ivory as she stared at him. He gave a shrug of the shoulder, "It probably smells in there now." He spoke as he returned to his desk work. Kyrie returned to her piano, knowing that he was only talking to spite her. She had hope; still, she still believed that a ghost was watching over her. She still believed that the Lady was going to get her out of here.
As soon as the thoughts entered her head, the infirmary door opened up, and the sound of clacking heels approached. Kyrie noticed how Agnus' face became rather angry. She was almost thrilled to see this Lady cause such a reaction in him. She was rubber, and he was glue. Or so she saw it that way.
Lady looked around the infirmary, neither Agnus nor Choirgirl were in sight, she looked behind the double doors, closed. She wondered if that was where they were. It had to be. She could hear the piano playing a sad melody. She didn't have the time though, she saw Gloria, sitting up in her bed, staring straight at her, as though surprised that she would show her face in here since Credo had dragged her out last time.
"I need to speak with Credo." She told her, "Can you tell me where he is?"
"…I don't care where he is." Gloria replied, "I could care less about him."
Lady was taken aback by this sudden behavior, "Please…I need to talk with him, it's urgent."
"If she says she doesn't know, she doesn't know, now I'd prefer that you left, instead of standing around and pestering my patients." Agnus said, entering from behind the double doors, glaring at Lady.
Kyrie walked in after him, a white hood over her head; she was turning her head a little bit away from Lady, who spoke, "Kyrie…where is your brother? Will you show me where he is? I need to speak with him."
"And what do you need to speak with him about that's so…urgent?"
"A rat. A huge rat in my room."
"Such is a symptom of the dead." Agnus said with a small smirk.
Kyrie glared at Agnus, she wished she was wearing Lady's boots; she would do anything to drive those heels into his toes. She looked at Lady and tore a map of Headquarters off the wall.
"You little-!"
"But Dr. Dei…she doesn't know any better, remember?" Lady cooed tauntingly, ignoring Agnus' glare. Kyrie pointed out the directions to Credo's room. Lady nodded in understanding.
As Kyrie looked at her, Lady saw it.
The dark bruise surrounding Kyrie's eye.
Anger boiled in her veins, she turned to Agnus, she began to yell.
"What have you done to her? Why did you do that? What did she do? Was it because of me? If it's because of me, THEN SWING YOUR FISTS AT ME!" She screamed before storming off, slamming the door as loudly as she yelled.
Gloria looked at the door, then back to Agnus, who had his arms crossed, and was staring at the floor. Kyrie was already back in the music room, playing her piano.
She wondered, an almost horrifying sensation overflowing her, why the lady accused Agnus of hitting her. Why he would be her first suspect. She looked at Agnus, and she saw it. The wicked smile as he approached her.
"You look tired." He mumbled into her ear. "You should get some rest."
"…What…have you done to her?" She gasped.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Gloria." He said, adjusting her bed, so that she would be lying down. "Your health is improving. How's your leg?"
"…Quite frankly…if I could move it, I'd be kicking your ass right about now." Gloria whispered angrily.
Lady had followed the directions Kyrie had given, finding Credo's room was easy, but it was figuring out which door to use that had her baffled for a moment. The map showed, if she recalled correctly, that one door led to an office, the other led to a bedroom. She couldn't remember which was which, but she dove in anyways.
It was the door to the office. Credo was sitting at his desk, staring hopelessly at his hands, he didn't even look up at Lady as she entered. "Your…Holiness?" she spoke quietly, "Your Holiness, I need to speak with you."
Credo gave a small look at her, then back down at his hands, "It's you." He breathed, his words were heavy, layered with shame as he spoke, "I didn't expect you to come here."
"Your Holiness, I need—"
"These hands…twice now…twice now they've shed the blood of my own family…I struck her. I hurt her. I thought revenge was supposed to be…sweet, but this…this tastes like bile, building up in my throat…I hate it. And I would do anything to take it all back."
Lady looked at Credo in horror, but she didn't speak, she couldn't speak.
"This job…it's destroyed me…no…I've destroyed myself. My own selfishness is what had destroyed us. I took Gloria from her. My own desires came before her, and I dumped her on the closest person I could see. My father…he always said that I had no responsibility. I think…he's right. I don't deserve this job.
"My father…I hated him. What more is there to say? He was always so caught up in his work, he always yelled at me when it came to my training as a knight. He knew I didn't want to become one, but he forced me in anyways. I skipped so many sessions. The house I lived in was not a home to me. And…to be honest…I hated my sister back then, too. She was always his favorite. He spoiled her. And…there was the orphan boy he cared about so much too, but when it came to me, he'd only raise his voice.
"One night…I was fed up with him. I had already made arrangements at a friend's house, I was ready to move in. He stopped me in the kitchen, demanded where I was going, I told him I was leaving, told him I was going to quit my training…told him…I was sick of his shit and that…I hated him.
"…To this day…I can still feel that slap across my face. I still smell my mother burning dinner, I can still hear Kyrie sobbing in fear. His face was so angry, but even so, he moved out of my way, he let me go, he told me…that I was no son of his. I didn't even look back at my house. I just left.
"…A few days later, just a few days later…my father was reported missing. At first…I didn't give a damn. I hoped he was dead. But then…I began to worry, so I went home, to be there for my mother and sister. Not too long after…the Order…they uncovered my father's mutilated body. I told them that a demon killed him, but I know the truth. He was…possessed by a demon…and I…I had to kill him…in order to save my family.
"I murdered my father, but…it was in defense. He had been turned into a monster. I never told anyone. Just that I killed the demon. They believed it killed my father as well. I went back to training, I wouldn't let anyone take my sister. I took care of her, because I knew that if anything, my father would have wanted me to. That was also why I continued training as a knight. Because I know he wanted me to. Because his words echoed in my head, and I wanted to be known…to be known as Cecil Eleison's son…even though…it still kills me to hear that.
"His shadow…was always so threatening. It hovered over me and kept me in the darkness. I tried to escape it so many times, but it was as though…fate had always dragged me into the darkness of my father's shadow. I followed in his footsteps, even though his shoes were too big for me. They were too big…I'd trip. But I'd always get back up and keep walking…Now look where I am…The Vicar of Sparda. And I'm only…twenty-four. I've surpassed him, but it's been at…such a cost. She hates me…they both hate me…I've become…alone, secluded in this bedroom. What good is luxury when you have no one to share it with?"
Lady was still silent, petrified by the words Credo had spoken. Soon, she saw herself. She saw a man, maybe a little over thirty or forty, his bald head was bleeding, the scars on his face were pulsing, he stared at her, he stared at her, begging her. Don't do this.
One eye was red.
The other was green.
There was a gun in her hand, aimed right at him; her finger was sweating as it rested on the trigger. Her heart had stopped beating as she stared at him with cold eyes. She did not flinch. Not even once. Not even once as she pulled the trigger. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again until there was only the sounds of dry shots echoing in her ear.
Her hands stung, they trembled.
Her face was dripping with tears.
His head was dripping with blood.
Lady didn't even think about what she was doing. She lunged forward, she grabbed Credo's face, and pulled him into a long, warm kiss. She felt his arms wrap around her back.
"It doesn't change anything…" She mumbled, pulling away, "It doesn't relieve any sins, it only adds to the pile…"
"I'm…a horrible person. I've always been a horrible person, I've lived my life on a lie, I ran away from the truth, and tried to replace him, I thought that…stepping into his shoes would help me cope, but I know that it changes nothing. But even so…thank you."
"What did I do?"
"…I never told anyone what happened to my father. I've finally confessed, I feel the weight….has been lifted…if even a little bit. And I know…that you probably didn't want to get wrapped up…in any of this, but…I just…I just…"
"You just needed to tell someone." Lady finished. "You just wanted to say it…"
Credo released Lady, he stared at the floor, "You should just…go now."
"Yes, Your Holiness…" Lady said, leaving the office. She stumbled into her room; she lay down on the bed that belonged to the Ghost of Fortuna.
She didn't even consider what she wanted to say to Credo. She curled up in the sheets, she fell asleep. She had been awake since midnight, after all.
Credo stared at the floor, he felt filthy for kissing the strange woman, but felt clean for his confession. Yet still…it pained him…that the last true memory of his father, were those words, that angry face, and the dim lights in the streets as Credo walked alone, never once looking back.
Its things like these that remind me of the days when Nero was still wandering the Purgatory world with me. It's one particular thing that always stood out for me. It started when Nero was still beginning to accept that he was dead.
There was a visitor to his room, she stood there in the middle, tears were falling from Kyrie's face, Nero watched her, I watched him. She began to speak in a sad voice.
"I never…I never told you…I never once told you, Nero…how much…you truly meant to me. How much I…I loved you." She fell to her knees, "Nero…I loved you…I'm sorry! Because now…now I know, that it means nothing anymore! It doesn't matter how many times I say it, because you won't hear me!"
She was all kinds of devastated, she was torn apart by his disappearance, by the horrible truth that he wasn't ever coming back. I felt for her. But Nero….he stood there, he didn't make a move, though he usually would, he'd try to yell at people. But this time…he stood very still.
"…I never…I never thought it was true." He said, a few hours later, "I always thought that…it was one-sided. That I had feelings for her, but she only wanted to be my friend. To hear her speak those words, Vergil…to hear her say those three words…I've never felt better. I only wish…that I could signal to her…that I did hear her."
It was a "dead thing", really. We wander around the land of the living, and we hear confessions we never expected. It happened to me.
A SHAMEFUL EXPERIENCE
I saw a grown Dante cry.
Like a child.
Over me.
It was one of those moments where he found himself staring at the mirror. He stared at his reflection for a long while; he clenched the sink below the mirror. He hung his head, he began to tremble, he covered his face, and he bawled. He fell to his knees, he continued crying. That whole time…those long minutes, I stood there, I watched him. I waited. For him to stop.
I demanded for him to stop.
I begged him to stop.
We always try to make the living stop.
It was around eleven when Agnus suddenly left the infirmary, Kyrie was left alone in the music room, staring at the piano keys, she was wondering what was happening between the Lady and her brother. She wanted to see Dante again; she wanted to see him one last time before he died. She wanted to tell him how she felt, how grateful she was that he risked his life for hers, how terrible she felt for causing his capture.
She wondered if anything would return to normal. If she would ever escape this white, blinding prison and be set free. If anyone was coming to help her at all. She continued to stare at the piano keys; she lightly tapped on one, making a small tone that gave an echo in the small room.
There were several loud bangs on the door that caused her to jump. She stood and opened the door just a small crack. On the other side of the door was a knight, staring at her, smiling. "Dr. Dei wants your help. He needs you to deliver something for him."
Kyrie nodded and grabbed her violin case, she left the room and looked for the doctor, but he was nowhere in sight, she looked back at the knight, who shrugged, "He's in his room. Do you need a map? I can show you where his room is." She took a step back, she looked at him nervously, he smiled and took a piece of paper and a pen, he began to draw a map to his room. "You go down here to the great hall, there's a door to your left. You'll come across an elevator, you ride it all the way to the top. Down the hall at the end is his room. Okay?"
Kyrie stared at the map, she trembled as it was handed to her, her hands were shaking as she grabbed the paper, the knight smiled still, he told her that there was nothing to be afraid of. That the doctor only needed her to deliver something for him, that was all. He would not harm her, he just wanted her to do a job for him.
She clutched her violin case handle tightly, she looked at the knight, who had already left the infirmary, she stared at the paper. She looked around, the assistant doctor was treating a patient when he looked right over at her. "Get going." He said sternly, "The last thing you'll want to do is keep Agnus waiting, he's bound to throw a fit if you're not on time. He's not going to bite you, so get going."
She looked over to Gloria, who was sleeping peacefully, Kyrie knew that there was no way out of this, Agnus wanted her. In his room. She clung to her violin case and turned to leave the room. She looked at the map, though it was poorly drawn and hard to read, but she was sure that she knew where to go.
She saw the dark elevator, the metal creaked as she walked inside, she pulled the lever, and the elevator moved in a very jerky motion. She staggered a little bit and held on to the walls to keep her balance. Her heart was racing, she opened the violin case to make sure that the gun was still in there. She was probably going to need it.
The elevator came to a stop with a sudden jerk that knocked Kyrie to the ground, she was struggling to get up when the metal gate opened, and Aaron White helped her to her feet. She looked at him in shock, he was looking rather tired, "The elevator takes a while to get used to. It's really old, but Dr. Dei says it's better than going up stairs."
She looked at him, asking what he was doing up here, why he was in Agnus' room, what he was up to, if anything. He didn't speak another word as he entered the elevator and pulled the lever. Though Kyrie couldn't help but notice that he was hiding his hands behind his back for some odd reason. She turned and looked down the dark hallway, the door to Agnus' room. She gulped, but continued on walking.
She opened the door slowly, to be greeted with an angry outburst, "What is it this time? What do you need now?" She looked around the circular room and found Agnus at a desk, facing away from her, he had a screwdriver in his hand, he dropped it as he banged his fists on the desk, "DAMN IT WHAT DO YOU WANT?" he screamed, Kyrie backed away as he turned around and stood up, "YOU! What have you been doing? SNEAKING IN? SNEAKING OUT? I heard you, you little rat! What were you doing? What?"
Kyrie fell down as he hovered over her, she shook her head, he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her to her feet. He grabbed her shoulders, he shook her, "If it wasn't you, then who was it? Who left this room? Couldn't have been so long since they left, who was it?"
She knew it would be a good idea to tell him the truth, but she knew that she had to protect Aaron. He had helped her out too many times to just rat him out like this. She took her hands and she covered her head.
"He had a hood on?"
Kyrie nodded, hiding her face from him, her heart was beating so fast, she was sure that she was going to vomit it out any second now. And she preferred to not be facing Agnus if that was to happen. She silently whimpered, crying as she tried to hide her face. Agnus put her down, he grimaced and walked back to his desk, "Damn rat…I'll find him…You stay there, I'm not done with these repairs yet. BUT DON'T YOU TOUCH ANYTHING!" He screamed, Kyrie figured no one could hear him all the way up here.
She looked around, she saw his large bed, it was made up very nicely, on his nightstand, she saw some pictures. None of them were turned down. She sat down on his bed, Agnus looked over to her, but looked back, apparently she was welcome there. She looked at the pictures, she couldn't deny it either, this woman was Agnus' wife, but she was almost identical to Lady.
Was she his daughter?
Either way…this woman…was Kalina Ann. Her mother's sister. Her aunt.
She was beautiful. No wonder Agnus fancied her so much. And it was no wonder that he and Lady hated each other, he reminded her of his wife, and she hated him. That would be the perfect setting for a feud.
She looked away from the picture and across the bed, where there was a hutch, a large hutch. On the middle shelf, Kyrie saw something. Something that caught her eye. She stood up, and she walked over to the hutch, she looked at the object, she was about to put her hand on the glass.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING!" Agnus screamed, Kyrie backed away, he marched up to her and shoved a large black case into her arms, she held it by its handle, she kept her head down. "I want you to deliver this to room twelve-oh-four, you hear me?" Kyrie nodded, and left the room, she could feel his eyes on her.
She left the room, trembling. She waited for the elevator to come back up, she pulled the lever, the elevator shook her down, she began to sob. She knew what she saw in that hutch. There was no doubt about what Agnus had done. None at all.
In that hutch was her father's cane.
After they found his body, they never recovered his cane.
Because Agnus held it as a trophy.
She sulked all the way to room 1204, she looked so miserable as she walked, but no one noticed, she made her way to the room, and knocked solemnly on the door.
"Who is it?" Replied a quiet, yet somehow familiar voice, the door opened a pinch, the eye looked around, and the door opened. "Oh, the delivery girl." He smiled, looking down at her.
Kyrie gasped, she recognized the man, she remembered him, when she first returned to Headquarters, the man who was yelling at Credo, the one who was arrested. His light brown hair was matted and all over his face, he wasn't even fully dressed.
"Nice shiner," he commented, looking at her black eye, "Heard your mean older brother gave it to you. What an asshole, right?" Kyrie stared at him in horror and wonder, "Oh…pardon me, miss. I never introduced myself, I am Supreme General Acario. Or…I was Supreme General…before that bastard took me off. Got out of prison, now, I'm just waiting for my time to come. Now…do what you were told, and give me my sword, delivery girl."
He reached out to grab the black case, but Kyrie pulled away, glaring at him, He sneered at her and grabbed the handle on the end of the case and gave a hard tug, pulling her forward, but she still fought against him, tugging and pulling, until finally Kyrie's hands slipped and she fell forward. Acario smiled, he opened his case as Kyrie stood, he was holding his sword up to the sky, he looked at her.
"I heard what that devil man did to you. By…tomorrow I believe, He'll be dead," he pointed his sword to Kyrie's throat, "May I have the honor of cutting off his head for you?" he began to smile wickedly, Kyrie scowled, she pushed the sword away from her neck, and stormed away. She could hear him laughing, even after he slammed his door shut.
Kyrie didn't even return to the infirmary, she figured Agnus would understand. She walked into her room, shutting the door and opening her violin case. She looked at the old, handwritten journal she had snagged on the day Dante was captured. She hadn't looked at it yet, because of the nightmares she knew it would bring, but this was important, and she needed to know.
She flipped through the pages, looking around at the words, searching, finding in the lines the truth to her father's disappearance.
JOURNAL ENTRY #18
I think the time has come. Cecil's been looking rather sulky.
It seems his son walked out on him a few nights ago.
I knew that brat wasn't worth anything. And yet he acts so miserable.
Sad. Pathetic, really.
I'll put him out of his misery.
JOURNAL ENTRY #19
Wrung his neck.
Brought him to Fortuna Castle.
Body parts, sewn to his own dead body.
Then, the Ceremony.
And it was a success!
…But I locked him up for the night.
I kept him in Fortuna Castle.
His screaming would alert everyone.
He only screams the name of his wife.
JOURNAL ENTRY #20
Tore out the vocal chords, can't have him screaming.
Then, it began, I tested his obedience, and it was successful.
He went straight for that knight I brought down there, didn't even flinch.
Tore him apart completely, ripped out his ribcage.
Now…all I need…
Tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow it can all fall into place.
Kyrie closed the book and took a deep breath. She needed water, she was half choking on all the words she had read. It was true. It was all true, she didn't even want to read on from there. There was only thing she knew she had to do: She had to tell Credo. She stood, putting the journal back in her violin case, and left the room. She headed for His Holiness' room, she knew that it might end up being a bad idea, but she was willing to try.
Credo was looking through the drawers of his desk, finding some things he would have never expected to find, old files on himself, on his father. He looked at them, he sighed, and brushed them away. He propped his elbow on the desk and rested his hand on his palm, looking over at the portraits of the past Vicars. He noticed the one before Sanctus, a noble looking man with long black hair as he stared up at the sky.
Vicar Solemnis. Died of illness. That was what the plaque below said. Died of illness. But there was something strange about it. Credo stood up and looked at the portrait, at the plaque. There was something scratched on there, it looked like someone had attempted to remove it.
Credo saw it, he had to squint his eyes, but there was no doubt about it.
Vicar Solemnis. Died of poison.
Solemnis…there was something about that name that sounded oddly familiar. Solemnis. Credo turned back to the desk and began to look through the files under "S". Digging, searching.
Kyrie hadn't returned from her delivery, but it was good for Agnus as he broke two capsules into Gloria's soup before he gave it to her. Two this time, instead of one. "…This had better work this time." He mumbled, "Never worked so hard just to kill a fucking woman. Stubborn bitch."
Lady heard something in her room, her eyes flew open, there was a syringe filled with a green fluid on her nightstand, next to it was a note: use it wisely. She grabbed the syringe and looked at it; gently she set it back down, not exactly understanding what it was supposed to do. She looked down her bed, the white Order uniform was hanging off the end.
She stood up and yawned, scratching her head and trying to smooth out her messy hair. She took the uniform and opened the boy's closet. She hung the suit back up, looking at the closet; she noticed something poking out from the top shelf of the closet. She reached out for it, and grabbed it, it felt like a scrapbook, especially when it slipped from her hands and fell on her face.
Lady gave a small groan as she clutched her nose, nothing was bleeding. She looked at the scrap book in slight anger. She saw that it was very incomplete, no pictures were set in the plastic, they were just sitting in the book, waiting to be placed. Now that it had fallen to the ground, the pictures were all scattered. There weren't many.
One picture stood out most. Lady kneeled down and picked the photograph up; she stared at it in awe. The man in the picture looked horribly tired, his black hair was messy, parted at the bangs, there was a wry smile on his face, but aside from this, the man looked almost identical to Dante.
Lady flipped the photograph over, looking at the name written down on the back.
Ezekiel Solemnis.
Credo pulled up the files, Solemnis, he looked at the file of the deceased Vicar, Elias Solemnis. He was in rule for a while until he suddenly fell ill and died. He was currently fostering his grandson, Ezekiel when it happened, his son and daughter in law had died in a car accident. When he died, Ezekiel was under the care of the Order.
FILE #1
When Elias Solemnis was ill, he was trusted to the Captain of the Holy Knights,
Solomon Sanctus. The Supreme General. He never got along with Solemnis's grandson, Ezekiel, even though he tried to be friendly.
Every day, Solemnis got worse and worse, Sanctus looked horrible himself.
Ezekiel would yell every time Sanctus came in the room. He didn't want his help.
Eventually, Solemnis died, Sanctus was given his position.
But Ezekiel refused to move out of the room. He destroyed the room and even the plaque of his grandfather.
He screamed about Sanctus poisoning his grandfather, but Sanctus claimed he was innocent.
Ezekiel was eventually taken away, believed to be scarred by trauma.
Credo looked at the plaque on Solemnis' portrait. He looked back at the file, he shook his head, refusing to believe that Sanctus would poison anyone. But then again, perhaps it was true. If Ezekiel was young enough, Sanctus could have easily manipulated the people into thinking he was too young and naïve and traumatized to accept his grandfather simply passing away.
Credo froze. He stared at the file, his hands began to tremble. He took in a deep breath. His heart began to sink as he began to realize what he had done. He recalled that Agnus was very close to Sanctus. How close was that? What was the possibility that Agnus had a few tricks up his sleeve like Sanctus had? What was the possibility?
The door to his room opened, and Credo let out a yelp and slammed the file closed, looking over to his door to see who had entered. To his surprise, it was exactly who he had wanted to see.
Kyrie was looking pale when she entered, save for the black eye. Credo stood up from his chair and walked over to her, she was about to show him the journal when he grabbed her and the book slipped from her fingers. He held on to her shoulders. She closed her eyes and winced. Credo released her, his hand brushed across her cheek.
"Kyrie…" He mumbled, "I want to ask you something. Why did you smash to picture of Sanctus I had on my desk?" Kyrie looked at him, she sighed and looked away. Credo shook his head, "Sorry…I just…I guess there are times when I still expect to hear your voice. Still…I want to know…Agnus…is he…treating you properly? Has he…raised his voice? Or, threatened to harm you…?" Credo gulped, he leaned closely to Kyrie and whispered nervously, "Has…has he…touched you?"
Kyrie stared at the floor. A feeling of relief blanketed over her and wrapped her tightly. However, the fear of losing Credo also held on to her. She backed away and looked at the book on the ground. She wondered what would happen if she did, in fact, tell Credo what had happened. Would he release Dante? Even though he had his broken arm? What would he do?
"Kyrie? Why aren't you answering me? You need to tell me what's going on! Tell me what he's done to you! …He's been lying, this whole time…hasn't he? Kyrie! I know you can understand me, please, I'm begging you. I need to know what he's been doing to you."
Kyrie picked up the book, slowly she nodded to Credo. His eyes went wide. "Yes…to everything?" he stammered, "He…he's…" Kyrie looked at him, right in the eyes, and she nodded again. "Kyrie…The man…in the prison room…he said that…he said that…Agnus…was the one in Fortuna Castle…is that…true?"
Kyrie stood there, still as a statue. She did not nod, she did not shake her head. She took her index finger, and put it up to her lips. Credo's heart began to race. He couldn't find anything to say. He stared at her, feeling so pathetic. Horrible for ever believing a word Agnus had said. "Kyrie…" He mumbled, "…I've been a terrible person. I…I don't even know how to ask you for your forgiveness."
Kyrie shook her head. She turned around, Credo watched as she wearily climbed into his bed. He followed after her, He brushed her face with his hands. "I'm so…so…sorry, Kyrie. I shouldn't have been so…I bet you hate me now, don't you? I wouldn't blame you. I deserve no pity for what I've done…"
Credo began to think quickly. If the Red Assassin was telling the truth…then that would mean that Agnus had followed after him to keep Credo from listening to him. To trick him into thinking it was all a lie. That would mean that if Credo was to visit the Red Assassin now, he'd have to avoid Agnus catching him in the act. He walked out of his room and walked down the halls as casually as possible, he watched everyone, even Aaron White as he eyed him. He peeked into the infirmary, Agnus was nowhere in sight. Credo proceeded over to the prison room, where he checked once again to make sure no one was around to watch him.
He opened the door a little bit, when he heard a woman's voice. It was Lady. Credo paused and listened.
"That bastard hurt her. I saw it on her face. He doesn't deserve to live."
"That's a little harsh, Lady."
"Don't deny it. Look at what he's done to you! You can't honestly tell me that you don't want him dead, too."
"Trust me, I do. I'd love more than anything to maim him, but really, he's got an army behind him, we couldn't kill the leader without the rest of them trying to stop us."
"Quiet kills aren't exactly my type of job, same goes for you for what you did to that last one."
"…I was really frustrated, I had been trying to go for a quiet kill even though I was told to make a scene, it's like I was cursed so that I had to make a scene."
"…So, what should we do? Kill him now?"
"No…we have to wait for the others to get here."
"If they ever get here! They've been in the damn forest for too long!"
"Maybe they got caught up in something."
"What if it's too late? In…thirty or so hours, it will be too damn late, we have to act now!"
Credo shut the door. He left to his room, he sat at his desk.
…Everyone was against him.
…If only Credo had stayed a few seconds longer.
THE LAST WORDS
"Before Agnus pulls off the coup de' état and kills Credo."