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Unknown to most, there were creators before there was life and death. There are older beings than the two principles in the world. Where did they come from? How were they born? When did they decide to make a world full of flaws and immortal, invisible beings their flawed creations couldn't see? At what point did they decide to allow some of the flaws to see these powerful beings and giving them the powers and titles of Champions? These questions have never been answered. The beings themselves did not know. Oh, this world full of flaws and opportunities, losing time and dying, what was the point in all of this? What did these older ones think they were doing when they created such a horrible world?
A world where the flaws killed other flaws, where the vermin believed in not of them but in different gods. Who were these vermin—flaws—to think they were above the immortals to believe in such childish fantasies? Who did they believe they were? Flaws. Vermin. That was all they were. The word "human" did not apply to them, not with all their inhumane morals. Not with all the sins they forced the stars and moon to watch as if they didn't know they had witnesses. The gods above, the original creators watched and did nothing to stop their failed creations as they committed horrible atrocities. How could they do that? How could they allow Hell to raise and not once stop them but force them to commit more and more? It's disgusting.
Death—no, complete obliteration was the best method for these pests. Need not to bother the poor being with more work.
Envy is staring at his fellow man, silence hanging over them like a thick curtain weighing them down. Sloth lazily chews gum as they wait for Death to join the council. They are starting to all become desperate. Imbalance went missing and now Fate has to. The two sins watch as a frantic, cloaked apparition stumbles into the room. In the sockets are a tiny flicker of green, the smell of rot on their trail. The death angel looks worse for wear. They collapse onto the seat, almost weakened. "Death!" The sins rush to their comrade.
The raspy voice stammers through an "I'm fine" and that worsens their concern. When Death stammers so bad that they take almost a minute saying two words, it raises worry as they know something is wrong. "Is it your child?" asks Envy, the pale man with acidic green eyes. The color is different than that of the emerald beauty of Death's. When those who say "green of envy" that is the color they mean.
"N-no," they respond. Their voice is raspy and hoarse, wavering with the want to break down and sob. "F-Fuh-Fate."
Sloth, the one who has been around the two, knows what that means. "Oh," he drawls, hugging his senior. He knows how much they care for each other, he knows that Fate means a lot to Death. So the fact that Fate is missing, does not bode well for either humanity and the entity of finality. The lazy being comforts them, Envy standing off to the side and giving them privacy.
Everything is going to shambles.
The sin stares at his feet, wondering where everything had gone wrong.
His own champion hates him.
A darkness in the world is brewing.
Fate and Imbalance are missing.
Time has lost his connection to his champion who is hidden from him and his guides.
Where have they gone wrong? Who is behind all of this?
Death gets ahold of themself, Sloth pulls away, and they start their meeting. The cloaked being keeps their face hidden, their voice quiet and soft spoken despite the raspy tone and stutter.
Fate had been last seen in Poland, dealing with a Rusalka report. They have been getting horrifyingly overactive. After that, they couldn't sense his presence. Fate had been missing and Death grew frantic with each passing day. It was a recent occurrence but those who knew the mischievous man knew that he wouldn't disappear or pull a prank like this, especially not during a time when they need everyone. The being is a prankster, filled with mischief, a completely annoying personality—in Sloth's own words—but he knows how to be serious and (from what he knows) Fate would never do this to Death.
Once they find the person behind this, they will surely give them a good beating. One, they messed up the balance of things, kidnapped two important Immortals. And two, they made Death sad.
No one makes La Santa Muerte sad and gets away with it.
Recovery Girl had been lounging around and relaxing. No students have gone to her in a week, not even Midoriya. She has caught up on all of her paperwork. She sits at her desk, drinking tea while listening to composed music in the background. The first semester had been difficult. So, she has hopes for the second semester—though, how low they are—to be less impactful and more careful. The students and faculty should have an understanding of each other and avoid coming to her.
At least, that is how it should be.
Lo and behold, her relaxation comes to an end when the door swings open and in comes Shoji Menzou carrying a familiar green-haired teenager with Aizawa in tow. She lets out a quiet groan, getting up and going over to them. "What happened?"
"Training." Aizawa explains what happened while the nurse takes the reins in helping the student. The tall student had left some time at the beginning of the explanation. If she didn't already have gray hair, Midoriya Izuku—no, all of class 1-A would have given her gray hairs. No, now she awaits for white hair to come out of this.
Meanwhile, a livid Shinsou Hitoshi is being held back from attacking a guilty looking Mirio. Todoroki isn't the one holding him back, either. It's slightly worried Uraraka doing it. Bakugou is practically cheering it on while the bright-eyed blond looks so guilty it's pitiful. "Shinsou! Shinsou, stop! It wasn't his fault!"
"Not his fault? Not his fault? You could have just grabbed him by the wrist! He was exhausted by then. You didn't have to use so much force!"
Mirio opens his mouth to argue but Nejire steps in. "It's not Mirio's fault. Your friend should've stopped attacking but he didn't. He let his anger and jealousy get the better of him and he acted recklessly—that would get him killed on the field."
"Jealousy?" reels Shinsou. "Jealousy? What does he have to be jealous of? Huh? He's angry because your friend is this perfect golden child, constantly being compared to him! 'Why can't you be more like Mirio?' 'Mirio has bested you in everything already.' 'Mirio can make people laugh and he has a lot of fans already.' Oh, and my personal favorite one, 'Mirio could do this, why can't you?'" He spits each word with poisoned breath, glaring daggers at his senior. "Maybe it's the fact that every time he fucking sees you, he is constantly reminded that he's nothing! All thanks to the hero Sir Nighteye. Maybe; the reason he acted so recklessly is because he can't escape you! You're a constant reminder of what Izuku isn't. You being here did not help him in the slightest."
"Shinsou, enough."
He ignores Kirishima.
"I didn't—Sir wouldn't—"
"He wouldn't? Why?"
"He's a hero! He makes it a point to make others smile and laugh."
That only seems to worsen Shinsou's mood. His indigo eyes hold a blue hue, his aura glaring with bitter emotions. "Did you know that Midoriya is blamed for All Might's fall?" The air grows tense, silence befalls on them at the revelation. Shinsou pulls away from Uraraka and walks off. "Yeah, you didn't do shit and it may not be your fault, but you let your admiration of Nighteye cloud your judgement. He would do this. He would." He had witnessed it one day when the two didn't know of his presence. It appalled him that a hero would go out of his way to degrade a child who only tried their best.
Mirio frowns at the back of his junior, glancing at Nejire who is glaring at brainwasher with a heated temper.
Amajiki is hiding himself behind Mirio, not all too happy with the boy. He doesn't really blame Mirio for all of that, so why would those two gang up on the blond? So that he can do something about it, whispers a voice in his mind.
Musutafu Killings: Puzzle Games
By: Yutsu Ren
A deeper look into the Puzzle Games, which have been taking the city by storm—a closer look to all of the clues that have been released, hidden motives, and the one the murderer is targeting.
As many know, there's a new serial killer in the city of Musutafu. There hasn't been much released on the killer. The public has deemed them, The Puzzler in reference to the name of the "games" the killer leaves with each victim.
The first murder, the victim had a wad of paper lodged in their throat with the words, "Hello. After so long, we will meet again. Have fun in dealing with me for now." It is unknown whether the police know who is being targeted, which bode the questions: is this a good thing? Shouldn't the public know who is the target?
The second murder, the body was found hanging from an overpass. Carved into the cadaver was a message, "I am the monster that you made" alluding to L.F. Garcia's poem "Monster" and leaving a message that whoever they are targeting is at fault, that they forced them into this. This bodes the question: What did the target do?
The next few killings had all a message somewhere on the body, each from one of the poet and author Garcia. Why the killer uses this writer's work is a mystery in itself, leading to believe that they are a fan—or that the excerpts all have a clue.
Recently, the body of a second year student from Shokuto High has been recovered from the Oguichi Dam. Whether this body is tied to the serial homicides or not, is yet to be revealed.
It is unknown at the moment whether or not there have been murders previous to the first one, as well as whether the Puzzler and Crimson Artist had known each other. There has been speculation amongst the community that this is true. After the death of C.A, the Puzzler came into the scene and started targeting someone. Can the target be the same one from the Crimson Murders or is there a new player in the mix?
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From, user: k!ller_stalker91
|Rumors spread fast & I need to address between CA and PG murders. CA never actively targeted anyone and constantly tautned the police with messages and paintings. The mastermind behind the PG murders is actively targeting someone. Who? It's unknown but the police has it handled.|
If anyone has more information that can be beneficial to the case, please contact your local authorities. If there is something this article missed, contact Yutsu Ren via email. Reminder to stay safe and don't venture alone.
Yooooo! I have finally uploaded this chapter. What up? So how's everyone been? How are y'all coping?
I am planning on giving more background on Monochrome Figure. But first. I'm changing the narrative to focus more on Sir Nighteye and possibly Kota.
Oh, one more thing: never make Death cry. They baby. The other IBCs will slaughter anyone who hurts her emotionally.
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Okay, but real talk. If I make a Bleach fic, igniting the FB arc and rewriting with an aro-ace, witch OC who helps Ichigo (aro-ace) regain his spiritual pressure and awareness by teaching him the ways of witchcraft. Who would read it? When I do get around of posting it.