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Alright just to give a little heads up on the story, from what I know, it takes place in France and this is a rewriting of the anime in my way, seeing as the entire manga hasn't come out, nor have I read. I'll have actual French towns and such probably in my story, but I might also make up cities and such, just like Sablier is a made up town.
Now, I'm going to start this off the way it did in the anime, I might change it a bit throughout the chapter, but I thought I should give a tiny warning.
So, I hope you all enjoy it!
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oO~The Silence is Broken~Oo
"Young Master Oz!" a voice called.
"Has anyone seen the Young Master?" "Where is the Young Master?" Young Master Oz?" several voices shouted as numerous maids ran frantically through the halls of the estate.
One woman wearing a black-coloured long-sleeved high-collared dress with glasses and her chocolate hair up in a bun with loose strands framing her face hurried through the halls and barged into a room without knocking, two maids following her.
Inside the room was a young boy about the age of fourteen sitting in one of the armchairs.
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He had shoulder-length wavy, black hair and gold eyes. He had fair skin and wore a pair of cerulean knee-length shorts, a sailor-style long-sleeved shirt that had a deep V-neck; he wore a high collared shirt beneath the sailor shirt. He wore a pair of white socks that went about three inches above his ankle and a pair of brown penny loafers.
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"Gilbert!" the woman called to the boy, now known as Gilbert, hurrying over to him.
"Yes, Mrs. Kate?" Gilbert said, looking up at the woman that was now known as Mrs. Kate.
"You're the servant that's always with the Young Master, so you should know," Mrs. Kate began, before grabbing Gilbert's shoulders and an ominous look appeared on her face, "Gilbert. Where's Young Master Oz hiding?"
"I d-don't know what h-happened to the Young Master," Gilbert stuttered out.
"It's almost time for the banquet and I can't find him!" Mrs. Kate exclaimed before beginning to panic, "Don't tell me he decided to boycott it!"
"W-Well, I haven't seen him since lunch and—," Gilbert began only to be cut off by Mrs. Kate.
"Speaking of which," Mrs. Kate said with a suspiciously sweet look on her face, "I've heard from the Young Master that you're terrified of cats!" Mrs. Kate held out a white feline to Gilbert, at which said boy began cowering at the sight of it.
"H-He said he w-was going t-to the lake w-with Lady A-Ada!" Gilbert stuttered out.
"To the lake, is he?" Mrs. Kate said, "I'm going to get you now, Young Master!" She and the other two maids rushed out the doors.
The cat padded over to the wardrobe that stood at the side wall and started to scratch at the doors.
"Young Master," Gilbert said sullenly, "Please come out now and stop playing around."
"Good work, Gilbert!" a boy with a young girl on his lap complimented.
The young girl looked to be about four or five years of age. She had long mid-thigh-length gold hair long strips of hair framing her face from both sides and a ribbon attached to the back of her head where her half of her hair was gathered. She had emerald-coloured eyes.
She wore a pink long-sleeved dress that stopped just after her calves. She wore a pair of mid-calf-length lace-up heeled-boots. A shawl was wrapped around her shoulders.
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The young boy looked to be fifteen years of age. He had gold hair like the girl's, but his was shorter, just above his shoulders and a tad messier. He, too, had emerald-coloured eyes.
He wore a pair of beige knee-length shorts that were folded once or twice at the bottom to make it the length it presently was. He wore a white collared shirt; the collar unfolded, a brown waistcoat and a green long-sleeved coat over that. A red scarf was around his neck with a scarf-ring attached to it. He wore a pair of black socks that went to just below the tops of his calves and a pair of brown mid-calf-length lace-up boots.
"Aaah!" Gilbert cried out slumping to the floor. "I'm going to get scolded by Mrs. Kate!"
" Heh heh! That's too bad, Gilbert," the young boy said before turning to the little girl beside him, "Come one, Ada, let's go to the chapel next!" The young boy took Ada's hand and ran out of the room, the cat in Ada's arms.
Looking up, to already see them running out of the room, Gilbert got up and called out as he ran after them, "Wait! Young Master Oz!"
"Don't yell so loud, Gil," the boy now known as Oz chided, "Mrs. Kate'll hear you."
"Sorry!" Gilbert said a little quieter.
"They did a real good job on making everything look like it was new," Gilbert commented, "After all, they did it for you, Young Master."
"That's a literal exaggeration!" Oz retorted, holding Ada's hand and guiding her towards the chapel.
The trio went inside to see beautiful stained-glass windows, many pew where people would sit, and at the top of a large staircase, an old clock that looked new with its hands set on 11.59 and stuck there.
"It's so pretty!" Ada exclaimed.
Oz smiled down at his little sister.
"This is where the ceremony will take place tonight, isn't it?" Gilbert asked as they walked down the aisle to stop in front of the staircase.
Gilbert was speaking again, but Oz didn't hear him, he tuned both him and everything else around him out as he looked at the clock.
An image of a city covered in darkness came to his mind as he looked at the clock. "That's the Silent Clock Tower," Oz stated quietly.
'The same clock tower that has been *asleep* for nearly a century now. It is said that when the awaited one ascends on the Promised Land, the sound of the bell, which destroys the silence, will sound.' The golden-haired boy thought, looking up at the clock tower. 'But why do I feel as though I've a connection to it? And why did I see a city covered in darkness? There's something going on, and I have a feeling that something big will happen; tonight.'
Oz drew himself out of his thoughts to see Gilbert and Ada looking at him in concern.
"Young Master," Gilbert began concernedly, "Are you alright? Should we get you back to the Estate?"
Ada tugged on Oz's pants and he looked down at her to see worried emerald eyes looking up at him. "Are you okay, Onii-chan?" she asked looking at him to see if anything was wrong.
"I'm fine, Ada, Gilbert," Oz chuckled.
Both the black-haired boy and gold-haired girl sighed in relief and began laughing along with Oz.
The trio was so caught up in their laughter, that they didn't notice a figure coming up behind them.
But when they did feel someone behind them, it was too late, because that person had already grabbed Oz and Gilbert by the backs of their collars and lifted them up about three feet into the air.
"So this is where you three've been hiding!" The figure exclaimed. "Why do you always put through all this trouble?"
"Uncle Oscar!" Oz exclaimed, looking up at the man, now identified as his Uncle.
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Oscar Vessalius had gold hair down to mid-back and tied at the back of his head with a hair-tie. He, like Oz and Ada, also had emerald-coloured eyes. He also had a small, trimmed beard along his chin.
He wore a pair of black slacks, a loose, white dress shirt with a few of the buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wore a pair of black loafers and a pair of half-rim glasses perched on his nose. Both of his ears were pierced and two rubies hung down from his lobes only about three centimeters.
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"Gah! You shouldn't worry Mrs. Kate the way you've been," Oscar said, sitting on the windowsill of his room, one leg up on the windowsill, while the other was hanging down lazily, a lit cigarette between his fingers.
"But she's fussing around even more than usual!" Oz whined. "And I couldn't miss this chance to mess with her a bit!"
"You know perfectly well why she's fussing more than she normally would," Oscar reminded, blowing out a thin wisp of smoke, "When it comes to the Coming-of-Age Ceremony for Oz Vessalius, there's a lot to fuss about. You're finally going to become, at least in a sense, a man."
"I know," Oz said, slumping in his seat, "But it's such a bother!"
"The Vessalius Dukedom is one of the four Archduke families," Oscar chuckled, "and besides, what you're going through is just what any teenage aristocrat of your age goes through."
"I know," Oz said grumpily before his personality brightened, "But I'm glad that we came here to do the Ceremony! I may've only been here for two days, but there's still so much to see!"
"It truly is a beautiful castle," Oscar said, looking out at the scenery.
"Oscar-sama! Oscar-sama!" came Mrs. Kate's voice as she pounded on the door.
"Uncle, can I go and explore just a little more?" Oz pleaded.
"Absolutely not!" Gilbert protested, "The exploration was only to go until three!"
"Oh, Oz," Oscar said as he brought out a brown case, "This just came today."
"Thank you, Uncle Oscar!" Oz said as he made his way to the window.
"But Young Master!" Gilbert exclaimed.
"Dinah!" Oz snapped his fingers.
The cat in Ada's arms meowed menacingly as she leapt onto the top of Gilbert's head and held on for her life as he kept jumping around in panic.
"Ahhh!" Gilbert cried out, "Get her off! Please get her off!"
"Hey now, don't bully Gil so much," Oscar said, watching the amusing spectacle.
"Just be back before the Ceremony and don't fool around during it either, alright Oz?" Oscar said as the trio climbed out of his window.
"Oscar-sama!" came Mrs. Kate's voice once again.
"Yes, yes, I coming, Mrs. Kate, sorry for making you wait," Oscar said going over to the door.
"Where are we going, Young Master?" Gilbert asked, as the trio ran through the courtyard.
"Somewhere where we won't be found," Oz said, "In other words—"
"It's secret!" Ada interjected happily.
"That's right," Oz said, stopping to ruffle his sister's hair.
"Onii-chan," Ada said, gaining both boys' attention, "What the 'Abyss'?"
Oz looked startled at the question, but thought nothing of it. "The Abyss is a place where bad people go. Like a prison. It's said that when you're dragged down into it, you can never return!"
"Ah! Scary!" Ada exclaimed, hiding behind Gilbert, "Gil, is it the same place we were looking at in the books?"
"Yes," Gilbert answered, "It's a place where those who've committed heinous crimes go to when dragged down by and emissary. At least that's how the legend goes."
"Come on!" Oz called, causing Ada and Gilbert to look up at him. "This way!"
The trio arrived in a courtyard different from the one they'd run across earlier.
Ada leaned over to see beyond the short wall-like railing to see a lush landscape full of different hues of green and blues with an occasional grey or so in the mix.
"It's so pretty!" Ada exclaimed, looking out at the beautiful scenery.
"Indeed," Gilbert agreed as he, too, looked on at the landscape.
"Here," Oz said suddenly, throwing the black-haired boy an article of clothing.
"What is this?" Gilbert asked. "It looks like it'd be too small for the Young Master."
"Idiot, it's for you," Oz said, calmly.
"What," Gilbert said, not entirely paying attention to what Oz was saying before realizing what his Master had just said, "WHAT?"
"It was decided that you'd be participating in the ceremony tonight," Oz said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
"I've heard nothing of the sort!" Gilbert exclaimed.
"Of course not," Oz said, "You wouldn't have accepted it if we'd told you, so I had Uncle tailor this for you since my clothes are a little too big for you."
The black-haired boy just stood there with the piece of clothing in his arms, dumbstruck.
"Then again," Oz said, "It's always amusing to see you when you're completely speechless."
Gilbert backed away slowly from his slightly scary Master before slumping to the ground.
"It suits you well, though, Gil," Ada said, patting the black-haired boy's back comfortingly.
"B-But I can't do this, Young Master!" Gilbert protested, standing up.
"Why not?" Oz asked, wanting to know Gilbert's reason, "All you need to do at the Ceremony is to just put the robe over my shoulders."
"I'm just a servant!" Gilbert exclaimed. "I'm not qualified for doing something like that!"
"Gil," Oz said softly, "I want you to go to the Ceremony as my friend, not my servant, nor a servant of the Vessalius Household, just a friend."
"That's even worse!" Gilbert cried out.
"How is that?" Oz asked cautiously.
"If any of the other aristocrats see you with an orphan like me, they'll insult you and talk about you!" Gilbert all but shouted. "And not in a good way, either!" he added.
"I don't care about that, Gil," Oz said quietly.
"I'll be scolded by the Master!" Gilbert exclaimed.
"Even though it's his son's Coming-of-Age Ceremony, he didn't come home," Oz stated quietly, "He won't scold you for any reason while I'm around."
There was silence.
Oz stared up at the large magnolia tree with an unreadable expression on his face.
That was when the golden-haired boy heard a strange tune. A haunting tune that he'd felt he'd heard, and yet, had never heard it at all.
Taking off in the direction of the sound, Oz ignored the calls of "Young Master!" from Gil as the black-haired boy ran behind Oz with his younger sister following them.
As he came closer and closer to the sound, Oz received another image in his mind of a city shrouded in darkness.
'This tune, where is it coming from?' Oz thought stopping a few feet from the Magnolia tree, before the stones underneath his feet gave way and he collapsed into the large hole.
"Young Master!" Gilbert shouted running over to him, only to fall into the hole, himself.
"Onii-chan! Onii-chan!" Ada called worriedly.
"Ow…Gil, you still alive?" Oz asked as both he and the black-haired boy sat up in an upright position.
"Somehow," Gilbert commented, rubbing his head.
The two boys looked up and saw what looked like a grave leaning against a tree.
The grave was basically a stone slab with a golden Celtic cross on it.
Oz looked up and saw that the tree they were looking at down here was actually the bottom half of the tree they saw up above.
"What is this place?" Oz asked.
"Could it be a cemetery?" Gilbert suggested.
"Yes and no," Oz replied. "It could have been a cemetery, but there's only one grave. Apparently, whoever's grave this is, must have been someone important. No one unless very well respected, can get a solid gold monument on a gravestone."
"But who does the grave belong to?" Gilbert asked stepping closer to it, "It doesn't have a name or anything on it."
Before Oz could reply, a glint of soft gold caught his eye. He turned to see a small pocket-watch, no bigger than the palm of his hand, the chain of it wrapped around one of the arms of the cross.
"I've found a name," Gilbert informed, "But it's too faded for me to read it. It seems to be pretty old."
Oz didn't say anything; instead, he walked up to the grave and went to pick up the watch.
Upon touching it, however, he received another image of a city shrouded in black.
"Young Master?" Gilbert asked cautiously.
As though he was in a trance, Oz turned a small knob on the watch, only to hear to very same tune he'd heard before.
'I've heard this melody, I'm sure of it, but where? And who does this watch belong to?' Oz thought.
'I will kill you!' came a voice 'I'll never forgive you! Never! Never!'
Oz felt as though someone was trying to strangle him, but there was no one with him besides Gilbert. Unseen, by anyone, even himself, bruises in the shape of delicate fingers appeared on Oz's neck.
"Young Master!" Gilbert shouted, shaking the golden-haired boy a bit.
"What?" Oz asked slowly, still shaking himself out of the trance he'd been in.
"Your Ceremony will start in a while, you need to go," Gilbert said dragging the 15-year-old up a staircase back to where they were above.
Oz slipped into the required clothing for his ceremony that night as he thought about the strange events that occurred.
'That city, the pocket watch, and that voice; maybe they're connected in some way? But who would want to kill me? Especially if I've never met that person?' He thought.
"Oz," Oscar called as he stepped into his nephew's room, "It's time for you to meet one of the members of another Household."
"Right," Oz said, stepping out with his uncle.
They arrived in a room full of flower bouquets and a small tea set already filled with tea in four cups waiting on the coffee table.
A young girl about thirteen years age was sitting on the couch and stood upon seeing him.
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She had long waist-length strawberry-blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail with a violet ribbon, two long strips of hair framing her face from both sides; and light-magenta-red eyes.
She wore a violet gown that had sleeves going to about five inches away from her wrist and a white high-collar that had a red ribbon tied around it in a bow in the front. Pink frills were around the bottom hem of her dress as well as around her waist, and on the skirt of her gown, where pink ribbons laid. A pink shawl-like fabric covered her shoulders, some of her back and a little of her front, stopping about three inches below her shoulders; it was underneath the white-collar fabric. Pink fabric also flowed from the ends of her violet sleeves with a large blue jewel on them. She wore a pair of white mid-calf-length socks and black shoes.
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"Oz, this Lady Sharon Rainsworth of the Rainsworth Dukedom," Oscar introduced.
"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," Oz said with a light bow from the waist.
"Likewise, Milord," Sharon said, falling into a small curtsy.
"I'll leave you two then," Oscar said opening the door, "I've got to get in place for the ceremony."
Oz gave a curt nod as his uncle left the room.
"Please take a seat," Oz said, gesturing towards the couch.
Sharon did so and sat down, taking one of the cups of tea waiting on the tray.
"I trust your ride here was well?" Oz asked, picking up his own cup of tea.
"Yes thank you," Sharon replied, "But we aren't staying long. I only came to offer my congratulations as well as my mother's."
"Thank you," Oz said calmly.
"Well, I must be off," Sharon said after a moment.
"Good night and congratulations," Sharon said, falling into another curtsy.
"Of course," Oz said, bowing slightly once more, "Have a safe trip."
And with that, Sharon left the room.
'She knows something. They both do,' Oz thought. 'That and the fact that they looked like there was something is going on or will happen, doesn't exactly settle well with me.'
"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Gilbert said to himself as he put his hair in a small ponytail, two long strands falling down the sides of his face.
He wore a pair of white breeches tucked into a pair of black knee-length boots, a black shirt that had a high-collar stopping three inches below his chin, a black waistcoat, a long white coat that went to his knees and flared out at the waist that was buttoned from just below his collarbone to his waist with a folded collar, and a white scarf was tied around his neck and tucked into the inside of the coat with a diagonal square-shaped pin attached to the scarf; he also had a pair of white wrist-length gloves on his hands. The sleeves of the coat were slightly tight until the elbow where they loosened up and became wide turn-back cuffs.
"You look so nice!" a voice said from behind him.
Gilbert spun around to see a figure (which he could tell was female from the voice) wearing a maroon-coloured hooded cloak that practically showed none of her body nor features, as her face was shadowed by the hood.
"You're looking nervous," the woman commented mockingly, "why don't you let me help you with that!"
All went black for Gilbert.
Oz stood outside the chapel doors just as he was supposed to, in his traditional apparel.
He wore a pair of white breeches, black knee-length boots, a white coat like Gilbert, a pair of white-wrist-length gloves, a black shirt just like Gilbert's only with a tiny folded collar, and a white layered scarf was fastened around his neck with a golden ornament with wings.
"Onii-chan!" came a voice softly.
Oz turned to look at the source of the voice, only to see that it was his sister standing under an umbrella, Dinah in her arms.
"Ada!" Oz exclaimed softly.
"I wanted to wish you luck," Ada whispered.
"Thank you," Oz said, smiling softly, before whispering, "You might want to leave. If you're caught you'll be in trouble.
Ada giggled a bit before nodding and running off.
Oz sighed and took the pocket watch out of his pocket and flipped open the top, listening to the sweet tune pouring out of it.
'It hasn't stopped playing,' Oz commented mentally, 'Does this mean something?'
Just then he heard his cue to enter the chapel.
"Now please applaud the one who will be undergoing this special ceremony," Oscar Vessalius's voice rang through the chapel, "Guide him towards this sacred place."
The doors opened and Oz walked in regally. Head up straight, back straight, too, eyes devoid of any emotion except determination.
He looked up towards the Silent Clock Tower and saw Gilbert there, dressed in the robes he'd given and holding a white robe in his arms.
'Gil!' Oz smiled mentally, as Gilbert smiled gently and gave a nod in acknowledgement.
He climbed up the stairs and knelt down on one knee before his uncle, one arm crossed over his chest.
"Can you control the black haired boy freely now, Zwei?" A figure garbed in a long maroon hooded robe-like cloak asked.
"Doldam has him securely under my control," another figure, dressed in the same garb, assured, "Seeing as he's an important part of opening The Way."
"Be careful that Doldam doesn't get out of control," a third figure dress the same said.
"Right," the second figure replied.
"In front of the ancient clock tower that stopped a hundred years ago," the third figure said, "The actor shall ascend the prophesized stage. So now let the countdown begin!"
"O, Light of Truth, illuminate thy path," Oscar began as he read from a book held in his left hand, his right hovering over Oz's head, "O, Wind of Truth, grant us thy intelligence. O, Holy Water, grant us thy remedy. In the name of Vessalius, allow the one before us, Oz Vessalius, to become of age."
And with that, Oscar close the small book, and removed his other hand, as he handed the book to one woman wearing a white-colored nun's habit, and took a sword from a case in the hands of another woman dressed the same.
Oscar held the sword out over Oz's left shoulder. "O, Baptismal Sword of the land that supports us, rid this young lad of the impurities that inhabit him. And grant him thy eternal blessing."
Oscar tapped the tip of the sword on both of Oz's shoulders right to left, as if he was knighting someone. He then, held the sword upright in front of his face. "Now the impurities hidden in thyself are gone."
Oscar placed the sword back into its case and stepped aside, "So now, please recite thy oath."
'All I have left is the Oath and then this will all be over,' Oz told himself before giving a mental shudder, 'What's wrong with me today? Why is it that I feel like something bad's going to happen?'
He never saw the sinister smile that spread across his black-haired friend's lips.
The gold-haired boy knelt down in front of the Silent Clock Tower and placed his right hand on it as he began to say his oath. "Until the day that the fiery pound within me stops, I shall protect the name of Vessalius and its honor. I, now, to this land, my family, and friends, solemnly vow—"
The minute hand of the Silent Clock Tower suddenly, moved from its previous position at 11.59 to precisely midnight. The bell of the Clock Tower rung with a sound none had in over a hundred years.
"What…?" Oscar breathed in disbelief.
"T-This is…" Oz stuttered to himself, looking up at the clock tower.
"'When the chosen one ascends upon the holy place, the sound of the bell, which breaks the silence, will sound'," the third of the hooded figures said, "There's no doubt that the one in the prophecy, is him!"
Oz stood up from his knelt position, only to see that everyone was frozen, with expressions of disbelief and horror upon their faces.
'What's going on?' the golden-haired boy thought frantically, before realizing something, 'Was this the bad thing I felt was going to happen? Did Lady Sharon know of this as well?'
Suddenly, numerous figures clad in maroon hood-robes burst through the windows, surrounding the fifteen-year-old.
Seeing no way out, Oz never saw Gilbert coming up behind him, but realized when the black haired boy locked one arm around Oz's neck, while the other stabbed a dagger into his chest.
Red began blossoming from the place where he'd been stabbed before the dagger was taken out of his body.
Oz said nothing, just as his face betrayed nothing he was thinking on the inside. 'Why is Gil doing this? He's my friend, and usually, he's the one that's always not wanting to do anything to harm me in any way! But then again these people look, for lack of a better word, evil. Could it be that Gil's being controlled?'
"The awaited one's arrival," one figure stated, "What must be done next is…One drop of blood from the dagger belonging to his friend that glows a bright red with his blood will find its way to the land."
A drop of Oz's blood dripped down from the dagger onto the floor, where a violet-coloured seal appeared on the ground underneath the gold-haired and black-haired boy.
"The time for judgment has come!" another figure exclaimed. "Open the way to the Abyss!"
"Your blood smells so good!" 'Gilbert' said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I want to see more of it!"
Just then, one of the figures collapsed to the ground.
"What's wrong, Zwei?" one figure asked.
"Doldam is going out of control," the collapsed figure rasped.
Just then, as 'Gilbert' was about the plunge the dagger into Oz's body once more, a sword knocked the dagger away.
The violet seal on the floor began glowing as a slight twister of wind and violet light began.
The wind knocked the black-haired boy away from the golden-haired lad as the light blinded all.
When both the light and wind cleared away, there standing in front of Oz Vessalius was a man, holding a sword that had dried blood crusted upon it.
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The man wore a pair of khaki-coloured breeches, a pair of black knee-high lace-up boots that had a little heel, a white slight high-collared shirt with a grey waistcoat, an olive-green coat that had gold trim and slightly tight sleeves until they loosened up at the elbows and got wider as the dipped into deep turn-over cuffs at his wrists, a pair of blood-crusted white wrist-length gloves, and a scarf was tied around his neck and stretched down to a bit below his collar bone that was held to the collar of his shirt with an amethyst pin.
He had clear skin, though it was marred with a few scratches and a few blood smudges, he had gold hair that was in a long plait down to mid-calf with his bangs falling across his face and side of his face as well. He had emerald eyes and wore an amethyst in the shape of a teardrop dangling from a four centimeter long chain in both ears.
All in all, he seemed to look like an older version of Oz himself.
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"Now, now," the man said in a happy-go-lucky tone, "Is there any need to attack the poor boy for something he doesn't even understand?"
Just then, one of the hood figures made a choking sound. "You were dead!" the figure sputtered.
"Dead?" the man asked innocently. "I can't think of any time I'm not."
The hooded figure just continued to sputter and mutter incoherently.
The man went next to Oz and knelt down, placing a hand on his shoulder. "There isn't much time," the man whispered into Oz's ear, "I can get the both of us out of here, but with the seal still activated, and the only place we would be headed would be the Abyss."
The man pulled back and looked straight into Oz's eyes, "Do you trust me?" he asked.
Oz looked into his eyes, and felt as though there was something familiar about him and from that, he deduced that he could and would trust him, so he nodded.
"Good," the man said with a small smile.
"Go ahead with your plans," the man said, "I won't stop you. Neither of us will."
Jumping at the chance to finish their task without resistance, one hooded figure stepped forward. He faced his palm towards the duo on the floor and the seal began glowing once more. A large black griffin erupted from the seal as many chains (not referring to the chains in the Abyss) grabbed onto both Oz and the mysterious man.
It was at that moment that Gilbert awoke. He looked around the see many hooded figures, and a man with the Young Master. "Young Master!" Gilbert called.
Both the man and Oz turned to see Gilbert awake.
Oz sent a smile at Gilbert, just as the man did, but Gilbert's reaction to the man wasn't exactly expected. He looked thunderstruck; as though he'd seen a ghost.
But before anymore could be said, a bright violet light erupted from the seal, dragging Oz and the man down into the Abyss; leaving Gilbert unconscious once again.
Oz looked around at where they were, only to see nothing but black and shades of grey. He heard a sloshing sound, to see that the ground was covered in water to just above his ankles.
"Is this the Abyss?" Oz asked the man in front of him.
"Yes," he answered, looking at Oz; observing him.
Oz began to process the fact that he was in the legendary 'Prison of Sinners', when he realized that he didn't know the older male's name.
"Who are you, by the way?" Oz asked.
The man smiled lightly and held out his hand. "My name is Jack…Jack Vessalius."
A bientôt,
TsukiyoTenshi