Chapter 7
-Regret, is the Greatest of Sins-
Honestly, when I woke up…
I was afraid. Well, being afraid was nothing new for me, it was just easier for me to hide it than others. The assassins knife luckily did not grace my dreams in this backwater alleyway which I slept in the night before.
At least the horrors of my mind did not haunt me. My fingers traced along my face as I gazed around me, making sure that my surroundings were different I let out a furious laugh. Honestly, I did not know if I was going to wake up.
Before I…I…I..
I felt a mound of puke fill up in my throat, but I pushed it back down. My knees reaching towards my chest as I wrapped my arms around them. For some strange reason I survived, for some strange reason…maybe magic or by some divine intervention I somehow survived.
But the pain was still there, the fear was still there…
Her bright purple eyes staring into me as she gazed at me. The faint smell of alcohol reaching my nostrils as the lit bottle was held steadily in my hand.
"It was just a reflex…"
The words came out from me with zero control. The horrors of days long past, still inflecting on wounds prior. The laughing began to stop, and like a broken record…the tears began to come.
I did not have the strength to wipe them away as I began to come towards the realization that I was alive. The strands blinding me, as I fought to get up and keep on moving…always keeping on moving.
That is all I could do. After Pa died, after the war and my Lisa's death, and after those two innocent lives I took…
This is a never-ending road. A road which will lead me down my path, my destiny. A chuckle arrived from me as the morning sun greeted me with its harsh but warm glare. "…maybe in the end, I will still be laughing." I chuckled
The dreams that haunt me, and the sins of my past. Even in this new world they cling to this worn overcoat like festering rats. But now is not the time, I need to figure out a way back home!
Ma, Grandpa, and sis…
There still waiting for me and they needed money. Mark probably got them but how long can they last without me?
I stopped in my tracks as the realization began to come at me. What happens if there was no way back home?
This fighting…was it all just for nothing. I had been walking for so long to the point where I began to see the buildings and houses slowly diminish, vanishing behind me.
I glanced around as I observed my surroundings. I was in the grassy plains now, filled with the rare sights of buildings, and now just in complete open terrain. How long have I been just lost in my own head?
I glanced behind me, seeing the massive houses and that castle far away…nearly touching the sky. My gaze followed over that city which I stayed in for three or maybe…
My hand went to my face as I tried to recount the loops. The fear taking over, how much time have I wasted, how many more people will I have to push past to reach this ending. I felt sick even thinking about it.
So, I kept on walking on this unfamiliar road as I continued. The fear biggening to go away after a quick smoke as I kept on walking, but the hunger and thirst began to come.
Maybe it was by the second or third hour of straight walking down the path I stopped completely. Now the flat planes now transforming itself into a sturdy wooden forest, the dirt path the only thing I could follow.
Though where was I even planning on going? I had no way of knowing where I was and I was completely uneducated, I could not even read the signs!
Though I doubt that would be an issue for me. I was borderline illiterate, and my handwriting was very bad even before the war dictated over my life. I had zero clue how money even worked in this world too.
Maybe I needed to become a highwayman again, my gaze went down to my revolver. My right-hand tracing along the holster, maybe rob some poor merchant if I come across one.
Maybe steal some water and food while I am at it too. Another groan escaped my lips as my stomach grumbled from hunger, as I continued through the forest, I saw something…
A faint outline of something big was shone in front of me. The dense forest clouded the sun, so my visibility was limited.
"Damn…" I muttered out
I dropped the backpack from my shoulders as I reached into one of the straps. The rifle, I adjusted it around my shoulder as I aimed through the scope. Back during my fight with that assassin, I decided against using the rifle, this was because the rifle had good stopping power and range, but if the shotgun couldn't reach her…then I doubted that the rifle would have been able to.
With the magnified scope I was able to see two figures. One of them was a petite, pink haired girl in some sort of maid outfit. And the other…
"Are you kidding me!"
It was her. The silver haired girl that had saved me before, and in turn I recovered the stone and saved her life in the end, from the way it looked it seemed that their wagon had stopped due to one of the wheels popping off.
…and it seemed that they were stuck and in need of help. My fingers went to my scarf as the thoughts began to whirl in my head. They were two girls, and they had money on them…enough to spend on a stupid rock!
Maybe if I just stole something while they were not looking…
Though that girl did save me from drowning. But I repaid that debt tenfold and more! My hand went to unlock the holster, but I stopped myself.
A sigh escaped from my lips. "No…I'm better, than that…than this…"
My fingers went to pull down my scarf and my finger went to relock my holster, as I began to continue walking. My gaze hollow as I avoided them as I sluggishly moved, the thought of robbing them now thoughts occupied of shame for even considering it.
As I walked past them. I felt something grace my shoulder, a soft touch. I turned around only to be greeted by soft amethyst eyes. My body moved to avoid her touch, but I stopped myself.
She tilted her head. "It's…you."
I moved away from her grasp. "Yeah, the one that helped out recover the rock."
She grabbed her elbow as she looked down at her shoes. "Is there something wrong?"
She glanced up at me, from the corner of my eye I could see the maid looking at me. It was a strange thing…like she was observing me, like I was about to do something wrong.
Well, she was right to be cautious, there were probably other highwaymen around who would jump at the opportunity to rob a coach. What laid next to them was a discarded wheel, broken off from the cart.
The girl averted my eyes as her voice quivered. "Do you need help?"
"Miss Emilia, please do not trouble this young man…he seems to be needing to go somewhere."
It was the maid that said those words, very stern and uncompromising.
"Aw it's fine." I deflected
I began walking over to the wheel as I dropped my bag. I grabbed it with both of my hands as I went to the carriage. "Listen I am going to lift it up, I am going to need you and the girl to push it in."
They both nodded their heads as they went to the wheel. I took position to the front of the carriage. "Okay…now!" I shouted
My gloved hands stretched along the front mantle of the carriage. It creaked and it was heavy, but I was able to get it up in the air. A second passed and I saw them both lift the wheel and lock it in place. I dropped it when the carriage was ready.
I walked next to them to observe their work. "Looks good. Now I should be on my way…"
I picked up the bag as I placed it along my back. Only to be stopped.
"Where are you planning on going…" The silver haired girl said
I tiled my head as I tried to think of something to say. "Well, you see I have this massive mansion on the other side of this country, with really big water pools, and a massive orchard of apples that I use to had craft cider."
Her face brightened up into a smile that could of have matched the sun, it made me feel guilty for being sarcastic. "Wow, that's so cool!" She shouted out in glee
"Miss Emilia the boy is being sarcastic."
She pouted from the lie. "Listen don't worry about it, I am going to find where I have to go. Back home…just please keep that rock close to you from now on."
I twisted my head back as I continued down the road. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I need to find another place to stay before night though. I don't want to sleep in another alleyway like last night."
She cupped her mouth in shock. "You slept in an alleyway last night?" She glanced back to the pink haired maid. "If you want my benefactor has a mansion…for saving me, I owe you."
"Well, when you put it like that then how could I ever refuse."
So that was it. How the girl with the strange ears offered me the ride to their massive mansion and how what I was doing. Finally, a reward!
This carriage felt so nice and warm, even the soft pillows felt like I was sitting down on a rich flowerbed. I glanced out the window to watch the hills past by me, damn I could get used to a life like this.
Just like before the war. Grandpa lived in a massive estate in some part of Europe, and after dad died me and Ma moved there. In its prime it was really something to look at…
I felt my lips curl into a smile as I felt my eyes grow heavy once again. The faint memories of happiness drifting through me like the warm winds at the edge of a beach.
So, I tried to keep my mind steady and alert. Trying to retain that happiness for as long as I could as I let sleep take me, as I continued on…
The whole carriage violently recoiled as my body was thrown into the air. My eyes bursting open as I slammed into the top of the coach. "Ay girl…what the fuck!"
The pink haired one stifled a laughter. As the silver haired girl with the strange ears offered words of concern, but muted due to the strange beast that was leading the carriage and even the rough terrain that we were traveling through.
Until we made it to some village. I peered from the curtains not seeing that many people. Most likely it was due to the early morning making people still asleep. My gaze now leaning towards a faint dirt road that led somewhere.
"Hey…we're here." The weird girls soft voice echoed from the front
"Thanks, weird girl, again for letting me stay here." I spoke
She pouted as her face popped from the front of the carriage. "Don't call me that…my name is Emilia."
"Well nice to meet you…Emilia."
"What's your name." She asked.
My mouth opened without thought. "Damon…Wolfsheim, Damon Wolfsheim." I proudly said, once again repeating as the words stuck to my lips
I will use an alias here for a while. I will not stay here for long, so I will use the cover name. Damon sounds sort of like Dismas, so I will not blow my cover by having an accidental mishap. Until I made it in front of the mansion.
What a sight to see. A massive place…five times the size of grandfather's estate. Linked with massive stone walls that shot out from the ground and could touch the sky, massive pale crystalline windows littered the walls as the bright morning sun glimmered on them.
My eyes traced along the building erratically. "Holy crap, you never told me that you were rich!"
Even without seeing her I could tell she was getting flustered. "No I'm not…it all came from my benefactor."
Who was this guy…?
I opened the door of the carriage as my boots clacked along the stone road. A faint twisted smile forming, I could get used to sleeping here.
"Sister…"
A faint but soft voice came from the door. A click of a lock turning graced my ears as a girl emerged from the entrance. Her faint blue eye the only thing I could see.
She was an identical of the carriage girl. The only contrast was her blue steel eyes and her light blue hair. She formed a steady bow as she held the hems of her dress, a faint smile plastered over her face.
Her black dress shoes clamped over towards us.
"Wow…two pretty identical twins in maid outfits. Not that I am complaining, but it sure is interesting" I mumbled out with zero hesitation
"How was the ride, Miss Emilia." The girl softly spoke
The silver haired girl bloomed from the slight conversation. "It was really good, Rem. But sadly, my trip to the capital didn't go as well…"
"Miss Emilia…" She softly whispered with the intent of worry hidden within her voice
Emilia perked up. "Don't worry with the help of Damon everything went out all right."
"Well, Rem is glad to hear that miss Emilia."
The blue haired girl began to approach me. That same smile over her face as she walked, my hand began to come out as I reached for her, thinking so that we were going to greet with a handshake.
She stopped right in front of me…her body ceasing function. She gazed up at my face, and her mouth opened as disgusting green bile poured from it.
She lurched down as her hands collapsed onto the floor as they began doused in bile. I instantly backed away as she spat out the rest from her mouth.
"Rem…"
The pink haired girl said as she grabbed her sister and looped her arm around her waist. "I'm sorry, Damon but can you please get everything from the carriage."
"Um…sure."
The pink haired girl began dragging her sister inside. Her black dress shoes that were once clamping with excitement and life, now drooped, and dragged across the floor. Though something happened…
The blue haired girl, or rather the identical twin…. Rem. Right before she disappeared into the mansion, I saw something. She twisted her head towards me, right before leaving in view.
Her eyes…
Once filled with happiness in seeing her sister safe. Now filled with hatred…and anger. I had seen those eyes before. Many men carried them in the war…the highwayman and gunslingers also carried them…the same eyes that drove me, the same qualities that help me push through.
I was always good at reading people…but the number one thing on my mind right then and there. Was how, why did she have those eyes directed towards me.
"Hey, Emilia…is she going to be all right." I asked
Emilia was holding her mouth in shock from the turn of events, but she released them to answer me. "Yeah, I'm sure. Maybe Rem ate something bad…"
"Let me get everything out of here okay." I offered
So, I began grabbing the bags. Mostly it was trinkets and strange bundles which I could not comprehend or understand the writing. I was borderline illiterate in my last world, so I guess I would not miss much in here.
Kind of funny thinking about it…got into trouble all throughout school. Fighting, drinking, kissing girls between classes…even more fighting.
I still wonder sometimes…if Grandpa ever did know, about what happened after he sent me away. Did he ever realize about the horrors I would have to deal with, or did he just turn a blind eye?
We began walking into the massive estate, for me to only be greeted by the entrance of the mansion as I dropped the bags. "Let me show you to your room. Roswell isn't here today but he should come back later, so it would be nice for you to have a shower and a new pair of clothes."
"Sweet…" I said, but the memories were distracting me, causing me to lose focus
He sent me to the war thinking I was going to be shoveling up latrines or getting the generals or commanders their coffee. "We'll get him sorted out…and soon he will beg to come back home!"
His old and stern voice made me nearly choke from laughter as the memory came at me. It was around one of the battles…
I killed a group of people with my rifle that day. Charismatic, a fighter…and…
My teeth gritted together. "…the boy never did hesitate…just tell him when to shoot, when to stab, or slit someone's throat. The boy's got a talent for it." Those were my commander's words towards me, filled with pride.
Assassination, covert ops, going behind enemy lines and gathering intelligence…torture. Yeah, I had a talent for it. More like…
"Instinct…"
The girl turned around to me, hearing my voice unexpectedly. "What was that Damon?" Emilia asked
My head began to hurt as I forced the memories from my head. It has been years, only thinking about my life before will only drown me in despair. "Nothing…Emilia." I quickly replied
With this strange power to come back from death, I do not know what can happen? Is there a limit, or a one-day thing…or maybe if I die I will reset all the way from the beginning? I felt my body nearly convulse from the very thought of the whole thing.
I must come to terms with it…that I may never be able to return home. Emilia approached the room, as I entered inside and dropped my bag. She waved bye and told me to alert Rem if I needed anything.
It was a nice room. Had a dresser, a comfy bed with blue sheets and thick white pillows. Even a desk with a pen and ink scattered to the side of it. Even a large window, that revealed much of the property of the estate, and even bits of the small village.
My hands picked up my backpack from the floor as I placed it underneath the bed. Pulling the sheet covers over it so it would be hidden from peeping eyes.
The sadness and despair coming in waves. Did I even deserve to see sis or mom again?
After the war I went back to the estate to see them again. They knew I changed, I had always been quiet, but they knew something was wrong…
I spoke to them for a day. Mostly trying to speak to mom about it…but how could she have ever understood. And sis…
"Damn it!" I shouted into the pillow
What the hell is wrong with me! Stop thinking about the past, nothing matters anymore, and it will only distract me from my current goals.
I needed to go out for a walk, or maybe smoke or get drunk. My face scrunched up as I began to leave the room, my fingers trailing along the fur of my overcoat. As I continued down the hallway.
My body moved on its own as I swung open a door. Looking for a bathroom, because I had begun to feel queasy. Only to be greeted by someone…
A little girl in the center of a library. I moved forth through it as I approached the girl. "What do you seek from Betty, boy."
My face immediately scrunched up. "Listen kid…I am looking for the…"
"Kid…" She glared. "I am not a…"
She was about to rattle on as her nose perked into the air like a blood hound. "The smell of the witch…" She closed her book as she continued towards me. "It clings to you, it's a pretty heavy scent."
My head tilted quizzically. "The witch?"
She stopped in front of me as she rested her hand on my stomach. I felt my body heat up to an insane pressure as I began to worry. "What are you doing!"
Thousands of volts of electricity shot through my body as I held back the urge to scream. But something strange happened…
The sparks, they refracted and reflected from me and immediately they redirected themselves at the girl. Her strange eyes and yellow hair vibrantly shook as the electricity she used on me was now redirected back at her.
With a strange yelp she was launched back. "Jesus Christ…are you okay?" I frantically spoke, my thoughts going into overdrive. What the hell is even going on?
I began running over towards her. My gaze following my feet as the questions began to bombard my head in quick swifts. Was that me doing that?
I reached out my hand to her. "Leave Betty alone!" She yelped as she thrusted her hand out
"Relax I am trying to…" I was cut off midsentence as my body whipped through the wind and out the window.
I could hardly even comprehend what even took place as my eyes were glued in front of me. Seeing the permanent scowl formed over the girl's face. My body crashed into something, maybe it was a pond or something.
But my whole back was wet as I began to bring myself back up, my head was still twirling, and it was hard for me to make sense of anything. It was a strange feeling, a second ago I was inside of the house but now I am in some sort of pond or something.
"Damon…what happened?"
I tilted my gaze up towards the girl and that little cat thing that stuck so heavily close to her. Her eyes filled with worry as she glanced down at me. My memories surged from my previous encounter with the girl.
I doubt telling them that I accidently hurt the girl would yield decent results. "You know…kids, try and tell them to get out of there room and they yell at you, get what I mean?"
"Only too well…Damon." Puck said as he glared at the girl
I wiped the fresh dirt off of my pants as my gaze focused on them, the creature opened its mouth to speak once again. "Emilia told me about your help with the assassin, I wanted to thank you for the help."
"Oh…it was no problem."
He closed his eyes and a swift smile spread across his face. "No need to be modest, even with someone with a divine protection, was able to take down the bowel hunter. It's no small feat…"
Did I kill her?
I felt my head turn side to side as I tried to scramble the memories. Yeah, of course I did…I burnt the whole damn building to the ground with her inside, me and Felt even crippled her own damn legs!
So why am I feeling…so strange, so uncertain?
"Damon, are you okay?" Emilia asked
I quickly nodded my head as another question formed, a way of diverting the subject to something else. "Hey…those things that you did before, was that really, magic?"
The spirit twirled around the wind from her shoulder and got closer to me. "Strange…a divine protection user that doesn't believe in magic…"
"I believe…but it's just hard for me to come to terms with."
Before magic was only used by conman trying to score a quick buck in the streets, but I literally saw Emilia form ice pikes out of thin air, and the little girl, Felt. Me and her shared the same power…the wind enhancing both of our abilities.
And finally,…this strange ability, to return from death…or rather from the brink of death. My eyes closed harshly as I remembered the ability, I wanted to ask the creature about the ability.
Though I was hesitant to do so. From the way I sounded it would make me sound like some sort of raving lunatic, spewing about being able to predict the future. That would be the quickest way to get tossed into the nearest looneybin.
Though there was another final thought on my mind. "Puck…"
"What is it Damon, why do you look so serious?" He joked as he threw his arms behind him
I braced myself for the question as I opened my mouth. "Can you teach me magic…"
There gazes were glued to me. "Sure…"
Well, that was quick. "I need to figure out about your gate, and your preferred type of magic. After, then we can determine what sort of spells I can teach you."
He pressed his paw against my forehead, unexpectedly. My hand formed into a fist to slam him away from me, but I knew better.
After a minute he released his grip from my hand. "Yin magic…"
"Yin?" I repeated
"Wow…that's pretty rare." The girl spoke
I wiped the compliment away as my gaze went back to Puck. "Just tell me what it is and how I can use it in a fight. I want to be able to protect myself from freaky women with big knives and lingerie."
"It's supporting magic, mostly used for disorientation and manipulation."
I was already good at that. There is a reason why I use a shotgun and my tongue to influence my fights and encounters.
"…also, why did you lie about having a divine protection." He asked
My head tilted on its own. "What are you saying…"
"I didn't see anything like that there…" He spoke, his eyes focusing on me
"Puck, that's not true. I saw it with my own eyes, he and the thief both had the same blessing."
"The same blessing?" He glared at me, I felt…uncomfortable for such a small creature to be glaring at me. Like there was something hidden there…
"There are hundreds of blessings in this world, but you and the girl have the same one, at the same exact time. But now it is suspiciously gone."
What is he even saying…?
My gaze fell to my hands as I tried to activate the divine protection, I will prove it to him. Before it was easy but…
"Jesus Christ…" I mumbled from my breath
I felt the sweat bear down on me. It is not working! How, why…it was working last night, but now it is just gone.
Holy crap, why?
I cannot freak out, not in front of them. That creature Puck, before he could tell that I was lying when we first encountered each other. But I was a good liar, so he could not detect anything, rather he just felt confused trying to read me.
Redirect the conversation. "Can you just teach me a spell or something, as you can see, I'm pretty tired from the long day, and getting chucked out of a window by a little girl who spends too much time in her room."
He did not say anything as he pressed his paw once again on my head. "Now I want you to say these words after me…shammac." I closed my eyes as I sat on the floor.
"Shammac…" I softly whispered
He gasped as his voice echoed through my eardrum. "That's strange…your gate is!"
A vibrant puff of darkness echoed from all around me. My eyes and body feeling tired and worn out as I collapsed onto the turf of green grass as I was flooded by darkness.
It was like a smokescreen, but it was way bigger. Even being able to reach the clouds from the outside of my vision, but I could not register anything.
As the world faded into nothingness…
Awaken
My whole body jolted awake as I saw the creature to the side of me. I gazed around where I was, not anymore feeling the cold crisp wind, but now the warmth of a room.
"My room…"
The two words came out from me. "Well, your awake…. thought we nearly lost you there." Puck said, his dark tone gone but now replaced with a tone of worry and concern. But I could not tell if he was telling the truth or lying.
"What happened, we were just…"
His sudden breath caught me off guard as he hovered above me, my whole body felt tired and worn out. This wasn't like anything; I had ever felt before.
"Your gate…I had never seen anything like that ever before." He spoke. His gaze following over my body as he began to lightly scratch his fur from the awkwardness of the situation. "It's defective…"
"Defective…what does that mean?"
"Means that casting even a minor spell like shamac can have significant consequences on your body. Your honestly lucky that me and Emilia were right by your side.
My hand went to my hair in worry. "So, what does this mean…I can't use magic as effectively as before."
"No…Damon I had never…" A faint chuckle came from him. It was raspy and I could tell that it wasn't from mocking or happiness, but from sadness and a complete awe. "Your gate is completely and utterly damaged, your lucky…to even be able to cast a spell like Shamac."
"So…"
He braced himself as he began to speak. "You may never be able to use magic."
What…but that women, she. I grabbed my head with my left hand, my memories coming back to me. Her purple eyes…filled with seduction and malicious intent.
Her purple dress perfectly showing off her assets. But the dress now died in the crimson of blood as she watched over me. The stub of what remained of my hand in my vision.
Finally…her knife cleaving deep into me. My right hand instinctively went to my stomach, grabbing onto the fabric of my jacket to make sure that this scar was not there, it was all in my head.
A memory of a pain, of a death that should of have sent me off. But I was still here, following this road with no end.
"Puck…I need magic. Without that divine protection, me and Emilia would of have been fucked!" My voice came out raspy and desperate for him to understand, but I could not get the words out. "Figure something out!" I demanded
"Damon…I can't. Your gate is wrecked beyond repair, maybe taking you to the capitol and getting you the best healer may help ease the tension, but if you cast spells like that…without zero knowledge of controlling your magic output, you will seizure and die!"
I died already, and I will die again if I cannot level the playing field. My gaze followed the bed, my guns and the knife were under there. Damn, even my guns weren't able to stop her from killing me and all those other people.
What the hell am I supposed to do now…because now I do not have anything. What will happen if she comes back again, or maybe a completely different enemy that couldn't be stopped with a gun, or maybe…or maybe…or maybe…"
"Get out…"
The words came out stern and without warning, but Puck headed them and left. I dragged out the backpack from under the bed as the dread and fear began to take over, afflicting me from the inside and from the very core.
I opened the window and unzipped the bag. I sat down on the edge of the window, my right leg inside of the room, and the other feeling the cold brisk of outside, but now the sun was setting. Dousing me in it's dark orange light.
Why am I doing this!
Before I only fought for myself and my gang. But now I am helping beautiful girls, donating, and…My face scrunched up naturally as the realization came to me. Of what I was doing and what happened.
The memories…it all began after I found her picture. The memories of mom, grandfather, sis, dad, Lisa, and finally…
The two lives I unfairly taken…
"Damn it…" I muttered under my breath. I struck a match and took out the cigarette carton, lighting it up and pressing it to my lips as I welcomed the smoke.
The shaking of my palms eased up after a second, but I still felt worried and scared, and mostly guilt of past sins and deeds. "No…I'm done."
That was the moment where I realized that I needed to survive in this new place, and that I would never experience death ever again. But I needed to accept my existence here, and what to make of it…
"There is no way back home, and I can't even see them again."
My head burnt from those words, as the smoke came out of my nose like a raging bull. "I couldn't save them, and I became just like those bandits, that killed Pa…"
A Reflex…I did not…mean too
I closed my eyes, but I refused to cry. I will not ever cry again, maybe I will…but I can't change the past. In this world I must accept the man I must become, and I must let them go…because if I do not, there memories will only haunt me, and the guilt will once again consume me.
The cigarette was burnt out as I flicked the rest of it off the edge of the window. My hands stopped shaking completely as I lit up another match, as my other hand reached out and grabbed the photo.
It felt soft, and I smiled as I saw her once again. I once again took a deep breath as I fought the urge to cry, as I lifted the photo in front of me…seeing her face one more time.
I erased them from my head. Abandoning who I once was, to survive…
The match danced around the empty and dark room. The horrid feeling echoing from within, but I pressed the match against the photo, and I watched her face burn, and become only ash as the embers sparked and scarred my hand.
"I shall forget them…"
The match was burnt out. I flicked it into my room as I held the smoldering remains of the photo, as the cold wind unfairly whipped it from my grasp, and I saw it…as each shard of the memory was taken from my hand and flew away from me.
"I shall forget them, because regret…is the greatest, of sins."
Author Note
Hi!
Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. It was pretty rushed but I think the chapter turned out okay, there wasn't that much action in this one though, but in the next couple of chapters there is going to be a really good chunk of it. Dismas in this one comes to terms with his past, instead of accepting it he decides to forget about them and avoid the memories. Also instead of Beatrice mana draining him, he accidently uno reverse cards it and uses it on her. This is pretty important due to his authority and his fractured gate...he will still be using magic, but his abilities will be explained later on and why he was able to perfectly copy a divine protection. Also the scent of the witch is way stronger on him then Subaru ever had it.
The next couple of chapters is him going to be dealing with Rem. How Dismas solves this issue is going to be completely different from Subaru, and the result of it is going to lead to a season 2 character coming early. Kicking off the romance part of the story. Thanks for the people who followed, favorited, reviewed, and checked out the story. It really makes me happy knowing people enjoy it!
Thanks for reading!
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Guest Dec-16: Thanks bro I am glad that you like Dismas. He is a good person, but he has done some pretty messed up stuff due to being placed in horrific circumstances.
Nickacola: Thanks bro. Hopefully you like this chapter
Guest Dec-9: Yeah, there are going to be quite a bit of changes to canon. Especially with Rem, there is not going to be a mabeast invasion rather something far much worse to shake things up a little bit. Also Dismas and Rem, Dismas isn't like Subaru and he can't just so easily forgive. So you are going to see how Dismas reacts to someone that killed him, and his reaction to after. I guess a tip for writing is when you create a character, make him or her have depth and also not entirely a good or bad guy, as someone that writes having a character that is neutrally grey, to me seems way more interesting than a character that follows only one ideological path. But thats only for me, thanks for reading and hopefully you enjoyed this chapter.
TheAncestor: "I shall forget them, cause regret is a sin."
Korin: Thanks for reviewing. To answer your question I have not thought about posting on different websites, I may eventually but for right now I'm not sure.
naufalrakh0104: Yeah, this isn't the last they had seen of Elsa. But there is going to be ever greater threats to face, thanks for reading and hopefully you liked this one!
Shootdamit: Thanks for reviewing and for the awesome compliments. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter.
ThebigChong: Thank you! Also I am glad that you enjoy the game.
pokemonrot377: It's not gonna follow cannon, and I am taking a break from Jedi Exile. I may return back to it or maybe redo the whole thing but I'm not sure about this present moment. Thanks for reading and checking it out!