I don't have anything interesting to say here…except that some more people might get mad at me for the end of this (longer than usual) chapter.

Effrego Cuspis

-Edwardian Leo-Davis Private Academy, Tom and Kaz's Room-

"Mercy broke up with me!" Faust's fuzzy purple head was poking out from underneath his arm, looking as mournful as his owner with his X-d out eyes.

"Kaz…oh, dude…" Tom didn't know what to say. He could only stand in the doorway with an expression halfway between embarrassment and distress. He felt suddenly useless as Kaz stared at him with liquid chocolate eyes that brimmed with tears; he wasn't one for bedside comfort-talk, he could barely write a greeting card.

Finally, he pulled himself together and said in a low voice, "Kaz, it'll be okay. Just…don't think about it. It'll be—."

"Oh, yeah, you can say that!" Kaz shouted, swinging himself off his bed and sending a flurry of papers into the air as his feet thudded onto the floor, "You've had plenty of on-and-off girls! Every other week there's a new one hanging off you!"

"Hey!" Tom flushed red, stung by the insult.

"Don't you have any idea what this feels like to me!?" Kaz kept ranting as though Tom hadn't said anything, "Mercy was the only girl who ever looked twice at me! And now she dumped me because…because…" He trailed off and squeezed his eyes shut, hunching his shaking shoulders as though warding off something painful, "I can't do anything right…"

"Kaz…?" Tom ventured but his best friend shook his head.

"I…I wanna be alone…" Kaz brushed past him, rubbing salty tears from his eyes as he went. The front door to the room shut softly and Tom was left alone in his friend's messy bedroom. He cast a blue-eyed gaze around at it, trying to find something to distract himself. His wandering eyes found a pair of pink-tinted glasses lying forgotten on the desk. Tom's brow furrowed.

Kaz wasn't wearing his glasses.

Then how was it possible for him to act like he was?

-Edwardian Leo-Davis Private Academy, Boy's Bathrooms-

Kaz leaned over the white marble sink, staring at his ragged looking reflection in the mirror. He looked like crap. Tears stained his cheeks, his eyes were dull, and his spiky hair was disheveled and the points drooping. He rubbed a hand over his face, turned the water on, and scooped up a handful of water, splashing it across his face.

"Trying to drown yourself in the sink now?" Someone said and Kaz looked around, rubbing the water from his eyes as he did. Aras was leaning against a nearby sink with his hands in the pockets of his worn out jeans.

"No." Kaz muttered in reply, pushing his sagging bangs out of his face and turning back to the running water in the sink.

"You just got dumped, didn't you?" Kaz flinched, "Sorry man, didn't mean to push salt in the wounds. Want some Elixir 5?" Aras held out the pack.

Kaz shook his head, "No thanks, I'll just…go watch a movie or something…" He pushed the sleeves of his sweater back down and granted Aras a somewhat shaky smile, "Thanks anyway."

"Sure, man, no problem." The older boy shrugged, "See ya' around."

"Yeah, see ya'." Kaz walked out of the restrooms with a heavy sigh, shivering as the cold bit into him. The bathrooms and showers were a little behind the main dormitory and Kaz was about halfway between the small space that separated the two buildings when he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. He'd probably took them off in the bathroom and forgotten them in there. Shivering again, he turned around and headed back for the building he'd just left.

Funny thing was, he could see just fine.

-e D w A r D i A n L e O - d A v I s—???-

"Catalyst."

"What the—!?"

"No. You are not the one we seek."

"Who's there!? Who said that!?"

"But you have seen him."

"Wh-what's…happening…my…head hurts…!"

"You will be our bait."

"Stop it…stop it!"

"Bring us the Catalyst!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

-Edwardian Leo-Davis Private Academy, just outside the Boy's Bathrooms-

Kaz froze, his hand resting on the doorknob to the bathrooms. He swore he'd just heard someone screaming.

"Aras?" His breath frosted in front of him, "Aras!" He threw the door open, took one step inside, and fell backwards into the cold snow behind him, a scream catching in his throat. Whites surrounded his brown irises as he fought for a breath that would not come to him, he shook both with cold and adrenaline fear, and yet he could not move. His mind reeled, rejecting what he saw.

And he fainted.

-Edwardian Leo-Davis Private Academy, the Nurse's Office-

Tom had heard from Peyton who'd heard from Andy who'd heard from Nic who'd heard from Ron who'd heard from Ed who'd heard from Leo who'd heard from some-guy-named-Kurt-who-lived-on-the-first-floor:

Someone had been killed in the Boy's Bathroom and Kaz was in the Nurse's Office.

Tom and Peyton met Sarah in front of the iron fence and together they half ran, half stumbled their way through the bitter cold and knee-deep snow to the Nurse's Office. When they got inside, they were met with a flurry of activity. Several police officers were running back and forth and Principal Revil was nervously talking to a policewoman and her partner. A nurse hurried up to them, looking upset,

"You three shouldn't be in here. Go on, get back to your—."

"We want to see Kaz!" Sarah demanded sharply. Several of the police officers looked around at her and Tom swallowed a nervous lump in his throat, "He's our friend! We want to make sure he's okay."

One officer stepped up to them, "Stop making a nuisance of yourselves and go back to your dormitories. This is no place for children."

"Sergeant Briggs, leave them be." Commanded a female voice a policewoman stepped between Briggs and the three teenagers, "Go back to your post. I will handle these three." She made sure the Sergeant was out of hearing range and then turned back to the nervous trio, "I'm Officer Drima, Head of Investigations here in town. I need you to come with me."

Tom, Peyton, and Sarah all exchanged a look and followed her down a hall. As the din from the lobby faded, they could hear shouting coming from a room with a closed door at the end of the hallway. When Officer Drima pushed the door open, they saw what was happening.

Kaz was sitting on top of a bed, the sheets rumpled, with a heavy blanket draped over his shoulders and his wrists handcuffed together. Tears were streaking his face as he shook his head repeatedly, screaming as he did so,

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I DIDN'T! I DIDN'T!"

"So you've said!" Snarled the officer standing over him, "But even my nine year old son could come up with a better excuse than that!"

"Victor McCarrin!" Drima shouted, "What do you think you're doing!?"

"Interrogating a suspect, ma'am." The officer glared at Kaz and the boy drew his knees up to his chin, burying his face there, shaking with grief.

"Vic," Drima's voice was icy, "How long have you been on this force?"

"Twelve years since yesterday, ma'am." Vic never took his eyes off Kaz.

"Then use your eyes! That bathroom was painted in blood! There's nothing on this boy!" Drima pointed at the door, "Get out. Now. Report to Briggs, he'll station you somewhere else." Victor slid out the door like an eel and Drima slammed it behind him.

"Kaz?" Sarah touched his shoulder and the boy jerked upright, looking at her with shimmering eyes. They were colored a brilliant topaz that was almost gold instead of his usual dark chocolate brown, "Are…are you okay?"

Kaz was shaking terribly but he managed to nod once. Officer Drima sat in a nearby chair and leaned forward, resting her arms on her legs. Kaz automatically drew back. Sarah sat on the bed beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a comforting hug, Peyton sat on the end of the bed, and Tom stood sentry next to Sarah.

"I personally apologize for my subordinate." Drima said, "You should not have been treated like that." She pulled a set of keys from her waist and unlocked the handcuffs, stowing them away, "But I'm afraid I need to take you to the station for an official statement." Kaz shuddered but nodded, still to terrified to speak.

"Then we're coming too." Tom said hotly. When he got a questioning look from the policewoman he continued, "Kaz is our friend and our brother—even if we're not related by blood. We're sticking together. So there." And he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.

Drima's gaze danced from his tenacious frown, to Peyton's equally, near-infuriated one, to Sarah's stony faced expression of distrust, and then to Kaz's distraught features. She sighed and forced a small smile, "Alright, you can all come along too."

She stood and led them out the door. Sarah went first, her arm still around Kaz, helping him along as he stumbled distractedly down the hallway. Tom and Peyton followed.

-Olympus Drive, Local Police Station, 6: 23 pm-

It had been a long and hard afternoon that had deftly faded into evening without anyone's notice. Tom, Sarah, and Peyton were left in the waiting room while Kaz was questioned over and over again. Tom had built up a bitter resentment to the police force; it was obvious that Kaz hadn't done anything so why drag it out? Why torment a seventeen year old boy who was clearly innocent?

It wasn't until later that the four were reunited. A pale and shaky-legged Kaz shuffled out of the room and slumped into the seat next to Tom, looking utterly exhausted. Tom put a comforting hand on his shoulder and glared at Officer Drima and the two policemen flanking her.

"He's not in any trouble, if that's what you're worried about." Drima said softly, "We're going to investigate this further. You four will be escorted back to the academy."

"'Fraid thas' not possible, ma'am." A policewoman walked into the room from the lobby, saluting as she did so, "Is' a right old blizzard out there. Ain't no one goin' nowhere's." She saluted again and stepped out.

"Well, this complicates things a bit." Drima rubbed her hands together and then started as the policeman on her left tapped her shoulder.

"There are the emergency cots in the storage room," He said, "They could be set up here with a space heater or two and those four could sleep out the storm 'till morning. Just clear some chairs away and viola!"

"Right you are, Lieutenant." Drima nodded once, "Get someone on that now. And also send for something to eat." The two policemen hurried off and Officer Drima turned to the four teenagers, "Once again, I must apologize." She massaged her forehead with her fingers, closing her eyes, and the four of them suddenly saw how tired and stressed the woman was, "After all that trouble and you can't even sleep in a proper bed. I'm really, very sorry."

"It's not your fault," Sarah said and Tom snorted. She shot him a dangerous look and he turned away, "You didn't make that storm."

"The cots, ma'am." The first policeman came back with four, long bags over his shoulders, "And two space heaters and some pillows and blankets." Another officer stood behind him carrying the aforementioned items, "We'll just set these up and get out of your hair."

"Thank you Lieutenant." Drima said, "I have to start planning on how to investigate this. I'll leave you to put things in order." She turned smartly on her heel, hiding her weariness and anxiety, and walked out of the waiting room.

Tom, Sarah, Peyton, and Kaz stayed off to the side and out of the way as the two policemen pushed several chairs back against the walls, laid out the cots, put down pillows and blankets, and set up the space heaters. When they left the small, square, white-walled room, Tom helped Kaz over to the nearest cot and deposited his best friend upon it, taking the one nearby. Peyton took the one next to him and Sarah claimed the very last cot. A few seconds later, another officer came in with four trays of food balanced precariously in his arms. He passed them out, flicked his gaze over the four of them briefly, and then stepped out, leaving them alone.

Kaz stared at the tray in front of him and pushed it away with a sick look on his face. He slowly unbuckled his boots and kicked them off and then dropped underneath the heavy blanket and buried his face in the pillow.

"Hey, Kaz, you gonna be okay?" Tom asked, setting aside his half-eaten tray of food.

"I don't…feel very well…" Came the muffled reply.

"Well, you were laying outside in the cold for at least fifteen minutes. Maybe you're sick?" Sarah had barely touched her food but she put aside her tray as well, "Then again, I'm not feeling to hot either."

"Same here." Tom ruffled his unruly black hair with one hand in an agitated fashion, "Probably 'cause we're all depressed. Peyton, how're you feeling?"

"Not hungry." Peyton poked at his food with a spork then sighed and set the tray aside, "We get to spend our birthdays in a police station. This sucks."

"What?" Even Kaz poked his head out from underneath the blankets and looked around at Peyton.

"You guys forgot? Seriously? Tomorrow's our birthdays. In about," He flicked his emerald gaze to the clock hanging on the wall, "Six and half hours, we're gonna be eighteen. Legal adults."

"Daunting." Tom muttered as Kaz disappeared back underneath his blanket, "But maybe we should—." He was interrupted by a very loud yawn that had him stretching his arms to the ceiling, "Maybe we should all get some sleep." He rubbed his eyes, yawned again, and lay down to snuggle underneath his blanket as well, "Good night."

"Night." Peyton rolled onto his stomach and pulled his blanket over his head.

"I'll get the lights then." Sarah stood and walked across the room. She flicked the light switch and the room was plunged into complete darkness. She slowly moved back across the room, knocked her legs against the edge of her cot, and crawled on top of it, feeling extremely tired and a little under the weather. With a yawn to rival Tom's, she too disappeared under her blanket and welcomed sleep with open arms.

-Olympus Drive, Local Police Station, 11: 56 pm-

Kaz tossed and turned on top of his cot, kicking his blankets off him as he did so. He was hot, burningly so, and the heat was making it difficult for him to stay asleep. He cracked his eyes open, wondering for a moment if it was the space heaters. But, no, that couldn't be it because it looked like someone had come in and turned them off. He looked around at Sarah, Peyton, and Tom but they all appeared to be sound asleep.

Sweat trickled down the side of his face. A feverish feeling settling over him, Kaz hauled himself off of his cot and tried to find the door. He stumbled into one of the space heaters and sent it crashing to the floor with a thunderous clang.

"Kaz?" That was Tom's voice, "Kaz, what're you doing?"

"I…I don't…" Kaz panted, tugging at his sweat soaked sweater, "Outside…too hot in here…"

"Too hot?" Tom was already walking across the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes, "Really, 'cause it feels fine to me." His blue eyes looked Kaz over, "Okay, real quick thought because I don't feel good." Tom pulled on his coat with shuddering arms and helped Kaz out the door, down the hall, and into the lobby where an officer on duty looked at the questioningly, "Just getting some fresh air."

The storm seemed to have died at some point during the night because there was no wind or falling snow, just mountains of white everywhere. Even as they watched, a snowplow went past, trying to clear the roads.

Kaz fell to his knees in the snow with a sigh, closing his eyes. His breath misted in the air, thicker than it should have been. Tom was about to point out the laying in the snow without a coat or boots on was a really stupid idea when there came a screech of tires that made him look around.

A late night driver had hit an uncovered patch of ice, lost control, and was now careening down the street…right towards the two boys.

Things happened in an instant.

Tom shouted a warning and threw up his hands.

The car skidded, front first, across the sidewalk.

Tom closed his eyes, expecting the worst.

There was a crunch of collapsing metal.

Tom opened his eyes slowly and gasped. His outstretched hands had caught the front of the car, stopping it dead in its tracks and bending the whole front end inward. Tom stumbled backwards in shock, starring first at the car and then at his hands.

"What the—!?" Someone behind him screamed and he whirled around to see Kaz doubled over on the ground. Steam rose into the air around him, snow melting into puddles that quickly evaporated. The air around his hunched over form was outlined with a wavering haze of super heated air.

"K-Kaz…!?" Tom's eyes were huge as he stared at his best friend. Then he cringed, muscles cramping. With whimpering cries of pain, he stumbled towards the door of the police station. He tripped and put a hand out to catch himself on the door. The door bent, groaned, and caved in, sending Tom sprawling on the floor where he lay, twitching on the tile.

Voices were screaming and shouting but it was all muddled. He couldn't focus. Images and thoughts intruded upon his mind, mingling with a pain he didn't understand. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled into a ball, trying to fight it all off. A wave of agony rippled through him and with it, a name…

Fenrir…

Tom's eyes flew open, brilliant neon and impossibly blue, power coursed through him like water through a creek, bubbling in his veins, begging to be released. He twisted onto his back, opened his mouth, and screamed. It echoed, ringing in his ears, bouncing in visible sound waves off the walls and smashing through the ceiling. Great drifts of snow tumbled in overhead, blurring everything into mixtures of color and not color.

"You'll be here when I get back, right?"

Figures ran back and forth, blurs of blue, shouting orders and horrific surprises.

He danced out of reach of a swinging blade and brought up his own to clash against it. Sparks flew into the air as he fought to hold his mentor back. But Tangath Toborn was far older and far stronger than he…

He wasn't human. His name wasn't Thomas Majors. He didn't belong on Earth.

"You are too young to understand the responsibilities of a ruler."

His name was Fenrir.

He was the Prince of the OverWorld.

He belonged in Perim.

Someone grabbed him and he thrashed, swinging punches left and right. Black garbed humans fell under his blows. He longed to unleash the power that lay just under his skin but he could not remember how. He spun in midair, taking down two of them. He landed on all fours and was about to jump up into an uppercut when something stung his shoulder. Fenrir looked around and pulled out the feathered dart embedded just above the twirling violet mark on his green skin. Snarling, he threw it to the floor and launched himself at the enemy again.

He grabbed one of them by the front of the bullet-proof vest they wore and threw them over his shoulder and to smash into another human. The he spun into a roundhouse kick, catching one in the side and knocking them over. His movements were quick and precise, even as memories and voices flashed through his mind, bringing back a past he'd forgotten for almost eighteen years.

He was Fenrir.

He crouched, grabbed an adversary by the ankle, hefted him up, and flung him into the ranks of some oncoming men in black.

He was the Prince of the OverWorld.

Another dart stung him on the back of the neck and he yanked that one out too, shaking his head. It was getting fuzzy, hard to think. His limbs felt tired and heavy.

He belonged in Perim.

His legs collapsed and he fell face first to the floor, unconscious. The black clothed men glanced at one another and then gathered him up.

-Olympus Drive, Local Police Station, 11:57 pm-

Peyton had a rather rude awakening. Cringing, he staggered out of the room and into the bathroom, arms around his middle. He crashed to the tile floor, panting, feeling constricted and as though his skin was too small for him. He pressed his forehead against the cold tile, fighting off the pain.

A police officer happened in on him and immediately ran over, crouching next to him and putting a hand on his back, "Hey, you okay—OUCH!" The man yanked his hand away and fell backwards. Blood welled up from the cut running across his palm, "What in the name of sanity—!?"

Bronze blades had ripped through the skin on the boy's back and torn through his shirt, gleaming in the fluorescent overhead lights. Even as the officer continued to stare in wonder and horror, a long, scaly tail thrashed into existence, cracking the tile as it smashed against the floor. The man screamed and ran from the room.

The boy on the floor was unaware of this. His mind was clouded with visions and voices, dancing in his brain, haunting him with a history that tormented him to realize he'd forgotten it.

"I want you to be safe, Anubis."

His name…that was his real name. Not Peyton Harding. But Anubis.

The Prince of the Mipedians.

In Perim.

He ran across miles and miles of sand, churning it beneath his feet. Sunlight played across his face and glittered off his spikes. He pushed himself to go faster, trying to catch up to Siado…

Bronze claws ripped his sweater to shreds and gouged jagged lines in the floor as he hoisted himself upright. Energizing power surged through him, shocking his adrenaline like a spark on a path of oil. His fingertips tingled but he did not know how to let that power out.

Anubis' fan-like ears twitched and he spun around just in time to get two feathered darts in the side of his neck. He bared his prominent lower fangs, pulling them out and crushing them in his hands, and stalked towards the men flooding through the bathroom doorway.

Then the floor tilted underneath his feet and he fell. He tried to get up again but his legs weren't responding. The heavy boots of the men echoed in the tiled room as they walked towards him.

He slipped into darkness, fighting to stay awake. One of the men nudged him with a gun barrel and, upon getting no response, motioned for his companions to come get the unconscious boy on the floor.

-Olympus Drive, Local Police Station, 11:57 pm-

Sarah woke up when Peyton stumbled out of the room.

He's sure being noisy. She thought and then realized she was alone. With a huff, she sat up and stretched. She was stiff and achy, like she'd been sick. She was just starting to wonder where Tom and Kaz had gotten to when a surge of mingled pain and memories washed over her and sent her tumbling back onto her cot.

"Besides, I think I'd rather like to get out of these tunnels."

Skin hardened and stretched and became the shell of an exoskeleton, ridged silver plating crested over it, and dragonfly wings unfolded from her back.

She flew through the narrow tunnels of her underground home, wings buzzing. Laughing as she swept herself out of Wamma's reaching grasp…

She was Seraphim. Not Sarah Adams.

She was the Princess of the Danians. Not a common school girl.

She belonged in Perim.

The walls of the waiting room cracked and bulged as tormenting agony made her unleash a deadly wave of power she could not control. Dust sprinkled from the ceiling, illuminated by the light streaming in through the now open door. Dark figures suddenly blocked the light, leveling guns at her. She took to the air.

"You seem to be taking this "transfer" rather well."

Guns popped and silver flashes shot past her. Three of them found marks beneath the exoskeleton of her joint plating. The world spun as she tumbled to the floor. Words and sounds became disjointed and muffled. The world dripped into black.

The men yanked out the darts and carried her away.

-Olympus Drive, Local Police Station, 11:59 pm-

All Kaz was aware of was the heat.

The stifling hot energy that came from inside him somewhere and the agonizing pain that was accompanying it. And the crystal clear memories. What he'd been seeing for years, what he thought had been visions and dreams, were memories from his past.

Cerberus…

He fell onto his side on the bare patch of sidewalk, walls of snow built around him like a fort. Heat rippled through him, wave after wave of heat and agony and memories. He barely registered the shouting voices and mayhem going on around him as he lay curled on the ground.

"I'd rather know my son; the heir to the Throne of the UnderWorld; is somewhere far away and safe than have him in my sights and in Death's grip."

Dark eyes flashed open and became filmed with an angry red, fangs were bared in threatening vengeance, and Cerberus leapt to his feet with a challenging snarl. He faced a circle of men dressed in all black with guns leveled at him.

He would not fall.

He was Cerberus.

The Prince of the UnderWorld.

And he would get back to Perim. No one was going to stop him.

His red eyes glowed in the darkness outside as he watched the men. His thick tail swayed back and forth in a threatening manner. The spines on his arms rose, ready to swipe any of them with their poison tips.

There was an echoing click as the men cocked their guns.

"I'd heard rumors about war…"

They all tensed and Cerberus, in his deceivingly relaxed position, tilted his head to the side in anticipation.

He felt someone's hand drop onto his shoulder and looked around. His mother. He grinned at her sheepishly and she frowned, shaking her head. Apparently, sneaking out of the palace in the middle of the night was out of the question…

They fired.

Cerberus dropped.

The thing about standing in a circle was, once their target had dropped out of the way, all their shots hit each other. The men dropped like flies.

Cerberus stood up and looked around, eyes glowing in anger. He heard a commotion behind him and turned around just in time to see them shoot down Fenrir. With a ferocious snarl, he leapt at them, claws extended. He landed on one's back, dug his vicious talons in while his claws slit the man's throat. Blood gushed over the tile. The other raised their guns but Cerberus spun off the man and kicked out one way, his tail lashing out in the other direction. Guns and blood skittered across the floor.

Another man lunged at him but he swept an arm out, his spines slicing through the sleeve of the man's shirt and raising a bloody cut. He stumbled back, looked at his arm, and started convulsing, making choking sounds. After a few seconds, he lay still. Cerberus' blazing eyes turned back to the other men, daring them to attack as well.

There was the crack of gunfire and two sharp pains in Cerberus' back. He tried to turn around to get at his assailants but the ground was churning like the stormy sea and he collapsed, vision going dark.

No…

Angry power fizzled inside him, burning hatred, fiery revenge.

Not…without a fight…

He clenched his fists and pushed himself up, arms shaking. Another crack and another pain, this time in his arm. His glazed eyes found a silvery dart with black feathers lodged there.

How dare they…

He tried to stand but his legs weren't working. Another dart lodged itself in the back of his neck. He could hardly keep himself conscious anymore.

How dare they…

The men were moving in cautiously, slowly. Cerberus' fury grew until it was ready to burst.

How dare they!

-Olympus Drive, Local Police Station, 12: 09 am-

The young man across the street was standing on a balcony, watching the whole mess play out. His smooth, dark skin blended somewhat with dim colored brick of the apartment building behind him but his eyes were an eerie shade of violet, almost neon in a way, and glowed in the darkness around him. His expression was completely blank but he radiated vehemence as the scene unfolded below him.

A sudden explosion lit his features brightly, showing a wide mouth and small, flat nose. He grinned, showing unnaturally white teeth, as the flames roared out of the windows and a hole was blasted through the front of the police station. What power. That had surely eradicated every one of those pesky men. The young man made to go inside again when something caught his eye and he whirled around to face the flaming building again.

His wide hands clenched the thick iron rail that trimmed the balcony and his features were contorted by a horrid mask of snarling wrath. More government agents were pouring out of the newly arrived black vans and into the police station. In a few moments, they returned, carrying the unconscious forms of four youths.

The young man's violet eyes were consumed with an unnatural light, glowing gold as they glared at the black vans vanishing down the street. They had just made a very grave mistake.

Forcing himself to calm down, the young man let out a slow breath and let go of the rail. There were indents in the iron bar where his fingers had curled around it. He watched the police station crumble and burn for a while longer and then stepped back into the shadows of his doorway when sirens sounded in the distance.

Things had not gone exactly as planned but, at least, he knew where to find them.

Now it was only a matter of getting in.

Translations: Effrego Cuspis – The Breaking Point

Aheh, heh…lots of things to piss you off in this chapter.

So, can you guess the answer to some things: Why did Aras die; what caused his death? Where have Cerberus, Fenrir, Anubis, and Seraphim (yeah, they got their memories back!) been taken? Who was that person at the end?

Guess if you can…! XD

I had a good time writing this chapter. I actually like the way it turned out. Hope you enjoyed it too!

Thank you so much for reading, and for waiting for the updates! Hope I can post another one soon! Thanks for the reviews and please keep them coming! More reviews mean more chapters and make me actually get off my lazy butt to work on them! Ha, ha!