Session 46

Waiting Game

Aegiochusmon sighed.

He was pretty certain this was the eighth time he had gone through his extensive list of contacts within this mostly padded room.

"How could all thirty-five of these idiots not have their phones on?!" the harem mage announced and slammed his fist into a puffed-up wall. "The one time I need to get out and nobody's answering…"

Aegiochusmon focused on the small window of his cell. There, Aaron and Gentleman stood outside.

"I still have it, Fate." Aaron whispered as he sat himself down in a chair. "You can take a deep breath now."

It felt weird to be called that after so long. These days, he just went by Aegiochusmon. Who would even believe that this demonic satyr thing was once one of the strongest mages to ever walk this magical realm? Not at all. They probably would think he was just some animal caught out in the digital world by some big shot only to get loose, taking out a couple of audience members in a wild rampage. Yet that didn't make much sense in his mind. He was pretty certain wild animals had more rights than he currently had. Especially the one requiring them to be able move around within his pen. He could take a step in any direction and bump into a wall. Add in the magic-inhibiting bracelet around his left wrist, things weren't going that great for him.

"So, how did your phone calls go?" Aegiochusmon inquired as he gazed through the pane of glass housed in the front wall, giving it a slight tap.

"I managed to contract Lord Keiserine." Gentleman casually answered and shifted his chair forward a few inches. "She is doing alright, even if she didn't sound that happy."

Aegiochusmon's gaze focused on Aaron, who gave the harem mage a shrug.
"I talked to Vanessa." Aaron continued. "While she is coming to help us get out of here, she isn't that happy about seeing you."

He then gazed towards the harem mage, watching for some sort of reaction or change in expression. Aegiochusmon's expression didn't change at all.

"What is it now? 3000 years?" Aegiochusmon answered and chuckled. Aaron only made a quick glance down at the ground and suddenly felt very old.

"Yeah."

"Personally, the slut should have gotten over it by now." Aegiochusmon remarked and smiled. "Even then, she takes a lot from you."
Aaron groaned and the two laughed as Gentleman watched on. While he wasn't quite sure of what the two were really talking about, they seemed to known each other for some time. While the small talk was nice, they could only be there for so long.

"So, what is our plan to get you out?" Gentleman whispered and Aegiochusmon took another deep breath and smiled. "I doubt any of us want to watch you waste away in this padded box."

"We prove that I didn't cause the Mahora Incident."

Silence hung heavily in the air, thick as steel. One could easily forge a weapon from the silence and use it in battle against those that strike them down. And for good reason too. After all, there exist only a small handful of times when such massacres have occurred. Of which, nearly all of them occurred upon the soil of the digital world. Except one.

The arcane grounds of Mahora Academy weren't really anything that unique. Other than their innate magnetism towards weirdness and their hilariously lax job requirements at just being a ten year old, they were like most other realms that could be found within other (possibly saner) multiverses. All it took was one day for everything to change. Had Aegiochusmon known of the events that would have go down that day, maybe he would have possibly been able to stop it.

The harem mage had just began class when the first dominos began to fall. Most of his students had already gotten there, with the exception of two girls. The first girl was just some background character that one could ignore for their insignificance to the story. The second on the other hand, held much more significance within here. Her name was Chacha and she was to be the hero of this little story. In a perfect world, this would be the person one would root for. But the digitalverse is far from a perfect world, is it not?

It was in this classroom where everything went downhill. All it took was one simple complaint, of which was so unimportant that not even the person writing is going to take the time to even look and see what it even was. It definitely didn't equal the person who complained getting a few dozen hits to the head with a bat. For that, the person in question faced the consequences for their stupid action. This turned out to be the stripping of powers and having to mingle with 'commoners'. When the dust settled, only she remained trapped within her own personal prison. A fitting punishment if you ask me.

"Just shut up, author." Aegiochusmon snarled and did his best attempt of imitating your's truly. "We get it already! You don't have to remind us every fucking time!"

The author remained silent and probably mumbled something under his breath. There wasn't any use in getting angry at the harem mage, even if what he was saying was true. Aegiochusmon would just have to get over it, especially if he wanted to get out of his glass cell anytime soon. He was just going to have to move on with his life, as hard as it seemed to be.

"So, we just need to prove this girl caused the Mahora Incident?" Gentleman inquired and Aegiochusmon reluctantly nodded. For now, they needed to stick to the goal at hand. They would just have to prove Aegiochusmon's innocence against the very beings that had already made their decision without even a second of doubt. It was a squeaky wheel sort of battle, the sort that is so lopsided by design that it pretty much breaks all but the ones who are supposed to be making the big important choices. They just blissfully toil away, straight up ignoring the possibly a dangerous matter that needs addressing now in the hope that it'll smooth over sometime in the future. Rarely, does such an optimistic outcome occur. It instead leads to even more pain and darkness. These are the sort of things that break people down and tear them apart into a million itty-bitty pieces. But once you do get a hold of them finally and the sides come to a conclusion, only then can one walk away and let go. If you keep hanging on to it, you just create a bigger mess. This is easier said and done of cou-

"Can we get back to the main story then?" Gentleman shouted as the author was cut off. It was probably for the better, after the last long "Good."

The ultimate then got up from the chair and headed too the door. While he did that, Aaron slowly approached the glass of Aegiochusmon's cell. The detective took a deep breath and sighed. There weren't many things he could say at this point to soften the blow at this point. But, he would have to try.

"Hang in there." he whispered and headed towards the door, taking a deep breath in the process. "Goodbye, Fate."

Aegiochusmon watched as Aaron walked out through the door, shutting the lights off along the way.

"Good luck, Aaron." Aegiochusmon whispered and smiled. If things worked out how he expected them too, this would be just a temporary arrangement until he could get back to them. "I know you're here. It's just me now."

His newfound guest mumbled something under their breath and sat themselves down in a chair.

"Now, what would you like to ask me?" Aegiochusmon whispered. "After all, it is quite a pleasure for the slutty white mage to grace little old me with their presence."

Notes:

Interesting, very interesting.

For now, I'm going to take a short break and do some editing on some of the older chapters. Possibly, I might start Session 47, That, and work on a special project for July...

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Next Time: An interrogation, hopefully. Maybe some backstory to Gentleman too, while were at it.