The entire city was silent after the monstrous roar ran out across the city. It seemed that it was quieter than silent at the place were the roar originated. The progress of the new building had been stopped completely halted and most of it had been destroyed as a result of the destructive roar. Reddo, The Stygian Zinorge was the second tallest standing thing in the area, and was second only to Greed's Palace. Femto, Mammon, and all the other slaves looked at the massive beast as it's shadow cast over them like Dante's iron fist.
The beast straightened up as if to show it's dominance. "Surprised that I lived this long Fierce? You shouldn't be." Reddo laughed and shook the buildings around him. "I swallowed the Lifegem don't you remember? I'm essentially immortal!"
Femto blinked, confused. He honestly had no idea what this creature was talking about. He had never heard of this Fierce. The last time someone had confused him with a name was a while ago; when he first met Cho, and that time the name was Link.
Femto raised a hand to scratch the back of his head, "I don't know who this Fierce person is. My name is Femto."
Reddo snarled and stamped his foot, causing the ground to shake briefly, "DO NOT LIE TO ME FIERCE! I KNOW THAT IS YOU!"
Femto shook his head slowly. He could tell that the beast was getting agitated and likely nothing he could say was going to calm him. But he took a sharp inhale and donned a serious look on his face.
"I'm sorry." He said firmly, "but it seems you have me confused with someone else."
Reddo released an outraged roar before it's body practically exploded with blood red lightning. The currents wisped around the beast like ghost as the creature growled. Undaunted by this, Femto narrowed his eyes fearlessly and stared into the beast's luminescent red eyes
As the creature looked into the masked man's eyes felt a click. There was something definetly in his eyes. But what?"
"That look. It's so familiar." Reddo thought, "He says he isn't Fierce, but no being in their right mind would ever look at me with such defiance."
Reddo's eyes narrowed when he noticed a flicker in Femto's eyes. It was faint, and if he hadn't been paying attention he wouldn't have noticed. However, he did, and what he really found strange was the fact that the Femto didn't seem to notice it himself. It seems that was completely unconscious.
"How. . .strange."
"Calm yourself, Reddo." A strong, yet calm male voice said, "The years of solitude haven't been kind to you I see."
Reddo stopped in his tracks, "Fierce?"
"Yes, it's Fierce. Despite our previous disagreements, I'm glad to see that you're okay." Fierce replied with sincerity.
"How are you talking to me?" Reddo asked.
Fierce was silent for a few moments. Reddo narrowed his eyes at this suspicious pause until Fierce spoke again.
"I'll tell you later. But right now, move to a location where no one will get suspicious."
"Aye."
The massive beast looked down at the smaller beings with boredom before turning around. Femto and Mammon arched an eyebrow as at the beast walked away from them, seemingly in boredom.
"I'm going back to work." he said, not breaking stride.
Mammon deadpanned, "About time."
Femto sighed in relief. He thanked his lucky stars and Zodd for watching over him. If Reddo would have attacked Femto probably would have died. He was allowed to keep his sword for personal reasons, but there is no way his long sword would be able to harm this creature.
"Note to self: avoid Reddo and anyone else that is large enough to eat me."
The sound of a clearing throat caught his attention. He turned to the side to see a miffed Mammon holding a broom her hand and looked at him, like she had authority. Femto arched an eyebrow and folded his arms.
"What?" He asked.
Mammon held the broom at towards him as if it was a signal to take it. "Get to work."
Femto glowered. "Whatever."
Femto's room like the night sky as the slave laid on the bare floor. He had been Mammon's slave for three days now, and it wasn't terrible—not good—but not terrible. He was treated differently from the other slaves. He was allowed to have a room by himself, unlike the others who had to share a room. However, he wasn't treated better than the female slaves. The female slaves had it both easier and rougher than male slaves. In terms of humanity females slaves were treated better. However, they were often owned by male masters that 'use' them for other purposes.
Femto, however, didn't care if he was male or female. All he cared about was that he was alive and well. However, he didn't necessarily care for sleeping on the hard wood floor.
"This is so uncomfortable." He groaned as he rolled over on his side, "It beats the slave quarters I guess."
The masked man closed his eyes and after a few hours he drifted off to sleep.
Femto's eyes shot open as he started to breath heavily. His body was drenched with sweat and his heart was beating a thousand beats a second. He wiped his brow and looked around to see that he was in a room, but not the room he remembered being in last. As Femto looked around he noticed that the room looked oddly familiar.
"I've been here before." He said, "This place, I. . .I remember this place. This is where me and Slan."
"Copulated?" A familiar voice asked.
Femto's eyes widened, "Link."
"That is correct. However, I'm pleased to see that you did not refer to you and me as the same person. We are too different to be considered anything close to the same thing." Link said as two figure suddenly materialized on the bed.
Femto turned to see that they were him and Slan, but he couldn't see their faces. He also noticed that they were moving as well. They just laid there in a provocative position, not moving, not even breathing.
Realizing something was wrong, Femto narrowed his eyes sharply and braced for what was to come next.
"What is this?"
Link laughed manically, "This is the end. All beings, living or nonliving, have them. The eternal questions are how and when."
Femto tensed at these words. It wasn't the words themselves that were disturbing and offsetting, it was how he said them. He said it so calmly and without the slightest tick of hesitation. This was phrase that he had said countless times before.
"But," Link said suddenly, "for some, the end comes suddenly and violently.
Suddenly the other Femto and the Slan ruptured. Femto's eyes widened as the two exploded in a bloody mist and sent blood as thick as ropes onto the walls, and all over Femto. The masked man reeled back I disgust in horror as the blood covered him. He looked down to see that his clothes were drenched in a thick, red almost syrup like fluid.
"Yeah, just like that."
The background suddenly changed to one of pure macabre. He was now outside, but instead of the featureless night of the Inferno, there was a large white object in the sky. The dwellers of the human realm referred to this as the moon. Femto looked at it and admired how pure, yet eerie it looked. He looked back to the ground to see corpses as far as the eye could see. All of the corpses donned armor and weapons from their respective homelands, but they were all the same in the end: dead.
Femto looked all around to see the no matter where he looked he couldn't escape the corpses. He couldn't even see the ground, there were so many of them. He had never seen anything like this in his entire life. Just looking at it made him sick. He could feel a pit welling in his stomach just by looking at the scene.
Femto took a step back only to feel himself stepping and nearly tripping on an object. He stumbled but kept his balance. He looked back to see what he tripped on and was horrified to see a massive sword laying on the ground.
There on the ground, laid a large helix shaped sword. One half of the sword was blue and the other was light green, while he handle was black. However, the blade of the sword was completely stainless, not a drop of blood on it.
"What. . .is this?"
"This is where it all start." Link said happily, "This is where me. . .and you began. It all started, with an end."
"What?"
Link sighed, "Three thousand years ago, this all began. Our. . .my story is just one of series of stories."
The background changed again, but this time it was inhabitable. The background changed to one of a ocean floor. Startled at first, Femto's hands hands instantly went to cover his face since he was going to down. However, he relaxed because he realized that he wasn't drowning.
"It's a dream." Femto told himself.
"Not quite. This is reality. Everything I'm showing you has happened over the last three thousand years."
"A history lesson?"
". . . ."
". . . ."
". . . ."
". . . ."
"Yes."
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Never mind."
"SILENCE YOU FOOL! LOOK AT THE BOTTOM YOU FOOL!"
Femto rolled his eyes and looked down towards the ocean floor. When he did this, he noticed a large rusty anchor sitting like a monolith on the oceanic floor. The once polished metal of anchor was now tainted with reddish rust, and violated by barnacles. It had definitely seen better days. However, just like it's polish, those days were long gone.
Femto deadpanned, "It's a anchor."
"No shit it's an anchor smart ass!" Link snapped, "Damn, at least you still have that wit of mine. You know what? Fuck this!"
Femto arched an eyebrow before the scene changed once again to that of a cemetery. Femto thought this was strange since the other two locations were strange. This one was strangely normal. However, despite being a cemetery there were only a few graves in it.
"What now?" Femto asked out loud.
"This is the story that began our story. Without this, you and I wouldn't be here today." Link stated.
Femto's eyes widened when the same figure from the desert materialized right in front of him. The man didn't say a word as he pointed down to one of the graves. Femto looked down at the grave and read the name on the grave.
Here lies Oliver Claudio of Timber XII
"Oliver." Femto stated before he experiences strange flashbacks of a man fighting against a group of people he called 'heroes'. He fought valiantly, but it seemed to all be in vain.
The masked man dropped to his knees and held his head as images of the man's final moments ran through his head. He could even hear the voices.
"It's your defeat Overlord." A man with long hair and white armor said.
"Me?" The man in the black armor asked. "Defeat? Whom are you talking about?"
The man suddenly got to his feet as the group around him flinched and prepared themselves. However, the man just smirked.
"Are you saying that I could be beaten by the likes of you, Lancelot of Lake?" The man's smirk grew wider, "Me, losing? Are you saying I have lost?"
"But you did lose." A woman with pointed ears stated.
The man's smirk grew wider, "That is where you are wrong. I know my duty as an Overlord, and my purpose was clear. While you were born with your eyes closed; mine were open."
A woman with long purple hair narrowed her eyes, "What are you talking about?"
The man emitted a pained laugh, "While this is a personal defeat. This isn't a defeat for who I truly am: The Overlord. The next Overlord will come faster than you think." He stated.
Oliver smirked widely, "Now that you know that, can you honestly say this was your victory? You may have stopped this Overlord, but can you say you've done you're job correctly if there will be another Overlord?" He asked confidently.
"Wh-what?" Lancelot asked with wide eyes.
"This is but a battle. I've already won the war." Oliver replied before laughing hysterically.
Unable to bare what he was seeing anymore Femto gripped his mask tightly as new images of Link flew like an arrow in his mind. He could literally feel his mask started to crack under the pressure he was applying. All of these new memories were overwhelming and caused him great distress. The masked man's eyes widened to the size of plates before he looked up to see Link looking down at him.
Link smiled coyly, "Now you understand. You know who you are. What you do. And what you live for."
"I. . .I don't know." Femto stammered still in utter distress.
Link frowned and lifted two fingers up, "Then allow me to help you understand."
Link pulled his hand back before promptly shoving it forward towards Femto's mask. With a single blow the metal mask was shattered into pieces and sent in all different directions. Femto was knocked to the ground and instantly covered his face was his trademark mask was shattered like glass.
Link looked down at the man and sighed before holding out his hand and materialization a hand mirror. He held it down so Femto could see.
"Take a look at yourself."
Hesitantly, Femto slowly took his hands away from his face. He occasionally stopped and had to start his progress all over again. However, eventually he took his hands away from his face completely and looked at the mirror.
His face was exactly like the man standing above him.
His face did have some indents, mainly on the cheeks, his mouth, and temples from where the mask had been attached. But besides the indents their faces were essentially the same in every regard.
"Now, you see."
Femto's eyes shot open as he shot up off the floor. He was breathing heavily and his body was drenched in sweat. He felt as if his heart was getting ready to burst out of his chest since it was beating so fast. He looked all around was glad to see that he was still inside his room. He sighed with relief when his hands went up to check his mask. Although, he did feel another crack on the forehead, right next to the first one.
"It seems dreams are more real than I thought." Femto thought before taking a quit check at his pants. His hands clenched into fists as the sound of his finger cracking emanated. "But now, I know my purpose. Zelda, your head is mine!"
The room was mostly dark, lit only by a small candle placed on a nightstand near the bed. The orange light of the candle shined dimly on the furniture of the room to reveal expensive, yet exquisite antique furniture. The light also shined on Lady Greed, Mammon, laying in her bed reading a book, after a failed attempt to sleep.
Her eyebrow arched as she read a line of the book "Written by Yuma Grey." She lowered it and developed a thinking pose. "Cyrus' sister? She's a writer?"
She read the first line and blushed as red as a tomato at what she read. "Oh my, I didn't know she was into this."
Mammon quickly close the book and went to go turn out the candle before she spotted a figure standing at her bed side. She squinted her eyes in the low light to get a bed look at who it was.
"Femto?" She asked, recognizing the masked man. "What are you doing here?"
Femto scratched the back of his head sheepishly and looked away in embarrassment. Mammon noticed this, and arched an eyebrow.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" He finally asked, "I uh, um, had a issue in my room." He finished shyly.
Mammon's face twisted with disgust, "Did you wet yourself?"
"No." He shook his head.
Mammon sighed and moved over in the bed to allow him to get in, "Alright, hop in."
Femto quickly did so. However, when he sled into the bed he felt his hand caress something soft, smooth and warm. When he was completely in he looked at his master and noticed that she didn't have straps on her shoulders and her massive cleavage was free.
"Um, Mammon?" He asked.
"Hmm?"
"Are you naked?"
"Yes." She answered quite frankly.
Femto asked resisting the urge to facepalm, "Why?"
"I got hot, so I took off my nightgown."
"Oh."
The masked man was shocked when Mammon suddenly gripped his shoulder and rolled herself on top of him to straddle his waist. She licked her lips and placed one of her hands on his chest and the other on his mask.
"I suppose you must be pretty potent if you caught Asmodeus' eye. She always had an eye for this sort of thing." She said as her hand on Femto's mask traced he new crack in it. "Ah, you got another crack in your mask."
"I know." He replied evenly as he sighed. "Do you mind if I ask you a few things?"
"Will you have sex with me?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Then yes."
The masked man groaned when his manhood, which had he had stroked before coming in her, was revealed. His plan was working pretty well so far and it seemed that everything was going to go his way. The demoness lowered herself onto his erection and winced as it penetrated her.
"Ouch, this hurts." She stated as her eyes began to well up with tears. "How does Asmodeus do it? This shit hurts."
Femto nodded, "It's always hard the first time. It gets easier as you go on." The masked boy reached his hands up and proceeded to lovingly fondle her massive mounds.
"Now as for my first question." Femto said as he gave her breasts a squeeze. "Where did you find Reddo?"
Mammon, who had closed her eyes, opened a single emerald eye to look down at Femto, "We found him in a cave in The Hand of Death Valley. I don't know how he got there, but he was there."
Femto's eyes narrowed, "Interesting."
"Now for my next question." Femto started before groaning as Mammon began to bounce up and down on his erection. Her pain was gone and was replaced with pleasure. "What can you and your sisters do? I mean what abilities do you have?"
Mammon moaned and threw her head back, "It depends on which one of you're talking about. I have supernatural strength, speed, endurance, and reflexes. I also have the ability to induce a greed in anyone and a few others as well."
"Well, that's a setback." Femto said with a mental sigh.
Her bouncing started to pick of the pace as Mammon's and Femto's moans and groans filled the room.
"Alright," Femto groaned. "Are their weapons that specialize in killing monsters?"
Mammon mewled as Femto's manhood pushed up further inside of her. "Yes. A few years ago Cyrus, our family's attack dog, brought these strange weapons and gave them to me and my sisters to hold."
Mammon paused with a wince as she stopped bouncing to caught her breath, " He said the way they were constructed was perfect for cutting through thick skin."
Femto smirked from underneath his mask, "Perfect."
"Wait, who is Cyrus?" Femto asked as Mammon started to bounce again. Femto knew she was close since he felt her vaginal walls tightening around his manhood.
"His name is Cyrus Stavros Grey. He is the only surviving son of Fenrir Bastille and Cyvrus Grey. He acts like as our liaison and does missions too dangerous for any normal solider to do. He is very powerful and is actually stronger than Satan." She explained before pausing as her walls clamped down on his erection.
"Cyrus just like his father can manipulate four elements: ice, water, lightning, and wind. As far as we know, Cyrus inherited both his mother's and father's strongest genes. His sister inherited mostly her mother's genes and unlocked a hidden power lost among the Greys." She went on.
Femto mentally nodded while on the outside his face remained sullen, "Interesting."
The two suddenly groaned as they reached their limits. Femto winched when he felt Mammon's vaginal walls clamp down on his manhood, intent on holding it in place. Her walls were hot and moist from anticipation of this. He looked up at Mammon's face and noticed the look of perfect bliss on her face. His warm member felt very nice inside of her hot moist walls.
"OOH!" Mammon groaned.
Femto groaned loudly as her walls squeezed tighter, intent on milking his seed. They squeezed tighter and tighter until with a loud groan from both parties he shot his white seed inside of her. The two collapsed onto the bed. They were both breathing heavily and their bodies were drenched in sweat and on lower spots, with other fluids
"So it begins." Femto thought, when he noticed that Mammon had fallen asleep n his chest. "Soon it will all be clear."
The sky was still dark as a lone figure moved his way out of Greed Country. The sound of an owl hooting was the only noise in the air as the figure walked down the empty, silent street. The figure wore a long black coat, with a padded shirt. He also wore plated black pants and boots. At his side a straight, long sword was tied. However, the first thing people would notice, would be the metal mask on the man's face.
The man suddenly stopped and pulled an object out. The object was in the shape of a gauntlet with a thick, sharp three-bladed claw at the end of it.
"One down." Femto thought as he walked started to walk down the road again.
A sudden noise made him stop and turn around. When he turned he was greeted with the sight of a Reddo standing behind him. Femto arched an eyebrow at this since Reddo's steps were usually heavy and shook the ground, but somehow he was able to sneak up on him silently.
"Where do you think you're going?" Reddo asked lazily.
"I'm going to get out of here." Femto quickly replied. "Now I know who I am. Zelda will feel my wrath, and she wish she was never born." He finished sinisterly.
"Ah," Reddo sighed, "The endless story of murder, revenge, and retribution. Tell me, is this story one of noble retribution, or just good ole' fashion revenge?" The beast's eyes shimmered.
Femto at first didn't reply. He just started at the beast with narrowed eyes. The masked man suddenly sighed and gave the beast a look of ambition.
"Justice. It's justice for what she did to me." He practically growled.
"Still young I see." Reddo said with lite amusement, "My former master always use to say that justice and revenge were the same thing. Justice is just revenge with a badge."
"What do you want?" Femto asked turning his back on the beast.
"I'm coming with you."
"Why?"
"It's pretty obvious that you want to escape Inferno just as much as I do. You, however, have idea where to start, do you?" Reddo questioned skeptically.
The masked man scratched the back of his head sheepishly as a wave of embarrassment overcame him. He looked away and sighed.
"No." he stated weakly.
Reddo nodded, "Exactly what I thought."
"No need to be an asshole."
Reddo just growled but didn't say another word ass the duo walked out of the gates of Greed Country and into the savage wilds of Inferno.
Inside Dante's Palace, said man was livid as could be. He was just checking up on Mammon using a crystal ball that Fenrir had given him a while ago. The ball allowed him to see anything in Inferno as well as see through Cyrus' eyes when he entered the human world. However, he couldn't see anything something that was protected by magic.
"THAT DIRTY BASTARD HAS DEFILED ANOTHER ONE OF MY DAUGHTERS!" He shouted with outrage.
The room around him was lavishly decorated like most of his palace. The room possess a soft bed with smooth, red silk covers and big plumb pillows. The floor was entirely solid hardwood and possessed rugs in some areas.
Setting in chair, behind Dante, was Cyrus, who was sporting a unamused look on his face.
"From what I say, I would say that it was all Mammon's idea." Cyrus commented before folding his arms.
Dante growled and glared over his shoulder at Cyrus. "I don't remember asking you for your input."
Cyrus chuckled, "Well, I don't remember asking you to fuck my mother but you did it anyways, you pig."
Dante blushed and bowed his head down in shame
"..."
"..."
"..."
"You dumb fuck."
"..."
"You literally motherfucker!"
"..."
"You're a diseased slut. You're a slut, who likes to bitch about his problems and slut himself out."
"ENOUGH! I WILL NOT BE INSULTED BY THE LIKE OF YOU!" Dante furiously commanded.
"Oh really? Then why did you just sit there and take it like a bitch?" Cyrus shouted back.
Dante gnashed his teeth at the wolf demon before snapping his fingers in an authoritative manner.
"HECARIM! THRESH! GET IN HERE! NOW!"
Cyrus arched an eyebrow at this. Suddenly the door was shattered into pieces and two new being came into the room. Undaunted by this, Cyrus just lazily turned his head to look at who had arrived, before turning back to Dante.
"Who the fuck are they?" He asked.
Dante's eyebrow twitched, "Didn't you just hear me? I literally just said who they were."
"Eh, you're sentences are usually so full of crap they clog my ears."
"Disrespectful as always, Cyrus. You'd be wise to fix your tone, before you say something you can't take back." A raspy, voice said.
"You only live once. Unless you're a zombie then I guess you would live twice." Cyrus stroked his chin "But a zombie is not technically alive, so I guess It would be unlife. You know what? Just forget I said anything."
The two figures groaned from behind he wolf demon and stepped forward into the light to reveal a duo of twisted forms. One figure was much larger than the other, being almost twice was tall as the other one. This figure was a centaur like creature. It's body was covered with metal plates that mimicked skin. These plates covered a bright luminescent, blue body underneath. The creature had a shape on it's chest that mimicked a mouth, and several more on it's thighs. The figure had a helmet with a large blade like shape on it. Finally the creature had blue and seemingly flaming hooves and a matching tail. It wielded a large war scythe.
"Hecarim." Cyrus groaned before turning to the next figure.
The other figure was much shorter and albeit a lot more human like than the first, but sill monstrous. He wore a dark blue coat with silver bone like shapes on the chest and the trim of the coats. He wore dark pants with metal boots. In the middle of his outfit was a ring with two floating ,ghastly, green keys. As a being, his body was a glowing, ghastly green color that seemed to scream ghost. His hands were scaly, the fingers were like claws, and looked more like gauntlets than actual hands. Other than his hands, his head was the only other visible part of his body. However, his head was basically a black mask like shape that looked like a skeleton with a severed jaw, with three chain like, yet boney shapes coming out of them. He had no neck and instead had possessed only a ghastly, green collection of magic. He carried a floating, eerie lantern attached to a sickle with a chain.
"Thresh." Cyrus said, "You two are looking as dead as ever."
"I was born this way you fool." Hecarim snapped,
"I wasn't." Thresh added, "But hey, unlife is the most fun I've ever had. Living was so overrated."
Hecarim facepalmed, "Now you sound like Mordekaiser."
"Ah yes. . .that guy." Cyrus deadpanned, "So, Dante, what is the purpose of calling Tweedledum and Tweedleidiot here?"
Dante rolled his eyes.
"GO FIND LINK AND EITHER KILL HIM AND/OR MAKE SURE HE NEVER TOUCHES ANOTHER ONE OF MY DAUGHTERS AGAIN!" He commanded.
Hecarim and Thresh both nodded and quickly departed. Dante sighed before looking to the side to see a angered Cyrus glaring at him. He narrowed his eyes at the wolf demon and folded his arms.
"What?" He asked.
"You really are a selfish, ignorant bastard aren't you? Can't you see who you're hurting here? It isn't Link, it's Welveria."
The ruler of Inferno scoffed, "Ignorant? Coming from you that doesn't mean much to me. Besides, what right do you have to tell me how to deal with my daughters?"
Cyrus narrowed his eyes, "For a person who is suppose to be all-seeing, you've never been so blind."
The wolf demon turned and walked out of the room leaving a disgruntled Dante behind.
Alright there are quite few notes for this chapter.
1). Mammon (Greed) has a twisted sense of loyalty. She may seem that she's completely on your side one moment, but the next she could sell you down the river. So, that is why she willingly gave up that information. She'll do that to get what she wants.
2). Ocot's real name is Oliver Claudio of Timber, while almost standing for Ocarina of Time.
3). Yes, TW are the initials of TW's real name.
4). Fierce's name is just Fierce
5). Cyrus is much, much stronger than his sister. Despite being twins and having the same parents, Yuma's body was weaker than her brother's in the womb, which allowed him to inherit more power. If he wanted too, he could easily kill his sister without much trouble. However, Yuma did inherit 'The Devil's Rain' which is extremely powerful.
6). Since you probably aren't going to see it; 'The Devil's Rain" looks like a mixture of Tōshirō Hitsugaya's (From Bleach) Hyōten Hyakkasō,Yumichika Ayasegawa' Shiki's special ability (The thing that sucks the energy out his opponent), and Itachi's Tsukuyomi. It rains ice flowers from the sky, and when they touch a being they latch on and sap their energy away while sending horrifying images into their heads. It is more than capable of either incapacitating or killing an army. It attacks the three aspects of being; Body-Freezes and immobilizes it, Mental- Psychological torture to crush their will to fight, Spiritual- Saps their energy.
7). Also, for all you League players, if you think I butchered Hecarim and Thresh's description, deal with it. There is a reason why League of Legend fanfictions only use names and brief descriptions, because you're already suppose to know what they look like. Say what you want but it's true.
8). Search Hecarim, The Shadow of War and Thresh, The Chain Warden in google, because I suck. Q_Q
9). When Reddo says he's immortal, he means it. Now if any of you have played Skullgirls, the same rule applies to Reddo as it does to Ms. Fortune. His BODYis truly undying.
10). Reddo means "Red Lightning"
11). Final note: This story will not be getting a rewrite. I'll just go back and improve the quality and eliminate any blemishes in the text. However, the sequel of this story is getting a rewrite and the original will be finished. The rewrite is coming along nicely, however.
This is completely unrelated to the other notes. I was reading a Marvel v.s. Capcom fanfiction, 'Living in Two Worlds' and I liked it. Sure, it had it's faults and it was structure a bit strangely, but it was pretty good. Since that story likely isn't going to be finished, I was thinking about writing a comedy series based on all the characters living with each other. Not really a note, I'm just putting it out there.
Well that was a lot of talking, now for another question. Who are the three characters you like the most in this story? (Excluding Link)
1. Brone- He's pretty important to the story and the way he interacts with the other character can be either humorous or awkward.
2. Welveria- You all know why,
3. Cyrus- A bit of an asshole, but even he can make you smile every now and again.
