A/N- I have updated Chapter 2 with the spells, just to anyone who wants to know. There's a 4 year time skip in the beginning of this chap. To speed things up to the normal timeline of the anime/manga. I am changing Theo's eye color (for reasons that y'all will find out in much later chapters like super later chapters.) to green eyes.

And I apologize for the delay on the chapter but I had stuff that I have been working on, plus studying for a few Finals and recently, a lot of personal stuff has been happening and, of course, the power has been down at my house for five days and now there is no WiFi at my house, so I have to type during free periods in school. AND at start of July, I have to start packing to move to a different continent and live there so I am going to try to fit two chapters before the big move.

Warning: long chapter ahead (i have decided to split this chapter into two separate parts but even then, both chapters will be long).

A slight bad relationship (one-sided jealousy), minor swearing, hints of depression, character deaths (the elves massacre), and revenge. Honestly, angst for Samael.

Yup, this chapter focuses in on our fellow elf, Samael! For the most part...

*2 years to the normal timeline*

A young man with raven hair and green eyes stared at a small box on the dark mahogany desk. It was open; two colorful stones shining softly as it reflected the beam of sunlight coming through the crack of the balcony door.

Four years and we only have two stones.

At least we have a stone. It's going to take time, Theo. You have to remember that.

Right. He sighed, closing the black box modified with a mana blocker, pressing the button in the center. It vanished, but in reality it turned invisible, and the mana coming off the two elven stones were only wisps; Theo then took the hidden box and placed it above the dresser.

I'm so tired. Samael. I wish I could take a break.

He walked into the skinny hall, turned to a dark wooden dark, and proceeded twisting the knob to the bathroom. The cold tiles tickled his bare feet as he grabbed the toothbrush by the sink. After cleaning well enough, Theo stared at his reflection. His raven hair was neatly combed to the right side. Dull green eyes stared back at the senior, almost accusingly

… Do you want to switch?

No. I can't anyways. I have to get ready for my mission.

Then stop blaming yourself.

There was a sharp knock at the door. Theo tilted his head almost in a curious-puppy manner. "Who is it?" He shouted as the Manipulation mage slipped on the typical Golden Dawn mantle and uniform with his personal dark purple cape. The commoner heard the door open and close.

"It's me, of course. Who else were you expecting?"

Theo heard his bed creak slightly, meaning he was sitting his fabulous bed.

"Just checking," The young senior said, slipping out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed, his back turned away from his Master, fumbling with the stupid uniform clasps on his left arm. Theo groaned and gave up trying. A sigh escaped his lips, visibly disappointed.

"Come here," Theo turned and faced a light-brown runt with a child-ish pout. He expertly buttoned the clasp.

"You would think, after all these years, you would know how to button a clasp."

"Langris~!"

The pouting senior plopped his head on his lover's shoulder. A soft smile slid onto the noble's face.

God, he's so adorable like this, Langris thought as he played with black-blue strands. I'm glad I confesses last year. I hope he remembers. Or else he's facing my wrath.

"Do you know what today is?"

Theo thought for a while before answering with a whine. "Of course I know what day it is! Do you take me as forgetful and stupid?"

"Sometimes…" The noble muttered under his breath.

The quiet and comfortable silence returned as the stressed young adults relaxed in each's arms. Although Langris was fretting slightly on what to get Theo. Silver was the first off the list, which was a shame since there was some fine silver jewelry in the shape of the moon. But Theo despised all materials made from silver. I could always ask.. No. Then he would know, right? But- I just don't know what to get him~! I never bought a gift for someone before… I don't want to get the wrong kind of gift. "Clover chocolates!"

Theo looked up at Langris in slight concern and confusion. "Clover chocolates..? I mean they're my favorite-"

"-Clover chocolates or a romantic dinner. I know a great place! No-wait- classic cheesecake or a beautiful picnic watching the sunset and then star-gazing."

A look of confusion washed over the oblivious commoner. He thought it was a normal Tuesday, so what was the occasion? "Uh… How about all..? But who's-?"

"-all of it. All of it. Of course! All of it!" Langris sat up, and kept on muttering.

What in the world is happening?

Your boyfriend is going into overload.

Oh. Shit.

"Langris- Hey, Langris? Hello~?"

Still no response.

I can't believe I'm resorting to this. Theo lifted his hand, praying that his boyfriend would forgive him.

I can.

Whack!

Both Samael and Theo winced at the loudness of the smack. Langris paused in totally shock of what just happened. Then mercy was out of the question as the noble turned to the poor Theo. "Did you just smack me?"

"No-" The frightened ravenette said, obviously nervous from the intimidating runt's glare. Right now in this moment, Langris was a ticking bomb, a wrong move and-BAM! All that stress will explode. "I know you told me not to do 'such a despicable and ill-manner thing' but for once, and I believe you should agree, that I was only trying to stop you from having a stress overload-"

Langris scoffed at Theo's flimsy explanation, "So that totally gives you the right to whack me? Besides I'm certain there are other ways to dealing with my-" He lifted his hands and made quotation marks. " 'stress overload'. Oh wait. I forgot that your sometimes stupid!"

The raveonette sighed, this was totally his doing. There were other ways to deal with Langris' stress moods.

I'm not creative enough.

Theo-

No. It's true. My magic and my grimoire are suppose to match my personality and my soul right? There's nothing creative about Manipulation magic… It's so-boring.

I thought the same way about my magic and my grimoire. Don't let that define you, Theo, don't be me; Having regrets from the past.

"I'm sorry. You've been on many solo missions lately and-" Theo hesitated slightly before admitting the truth. "-I miss you. A lot. Whenever we're together, I just want the two of us to be relaxed. No stress. Only a sense of relief and freedom. No thinking about work, just personal time okay?"

His small boyfriend sighed, he understood what Theo was saying. Solo mission were dreadful and exhausting and that made him miss Theo even more so. Though he didn't enjoy being smacked, it did clear his mind from his 'stress overload' to spend quality time with his boyfriend-after all, with being away on many missions, this was the chance to slack off for the time being. Langris leaned on his servant's shoulder, finally giving into the loving warmth radiating from Theo- although their uniform clasps slightly ruined the mood with the it poking uncomfortably.

A soft chuckle left Theo''s lips as he placed his hand over Langris'. "Isn't Alecdora-Senpai such a prick?"

Langris was caught off-guard by the sudden question. "What?"

"Alecdora-Senpai. He's a prick right?"

There's no one but us around.. So it's fine, this once, to voice my opinions about that annoying senior. "He's more bothersome. He even criticized the way I used my spatial magic as if he had to teach a spatial mage to use their own magic."

Theo made a tsking sound before continuing to jest at his senior. "So arrogant and haughty. It's no wonder he has no friends."

"Like your student, correct?"

"Ugh. Klaus is like an Aledora-wanna-be. God, he doubts my authority just because I'm a commoner! And David-don't get me started on him besides that fact he is the world's worst teacher. And Letoile-well, actually there's nothing wrong with her. She's an amazing teacher, but it's too bad I get stuck with David and-yes, and- Klaus. Who's the next of Klaus' seniors-Oh, Hamon!" Theo paused his rant to think of what faults Hamon had when it came to teaching their students. "No comments for him. Although to be fair, he is taking some random student under his wings."

"When I become a vice-captain, who won't ever have to worry about anyone disrespecting your authority. I'll make sure of it. "

"That is sweet and all-but I am going to become Vice-captain. I can make sure no one disrespects your authority."

"Then I will become the captain of the Golden Dawn and make you my vice-captain."

Theo laughed at their friendly rivalry before adding, "Not unless I beat you to that title, ´Gris."

Both young men laughed at their banter; it soon die down.

"I wish we can stay like this forever."

"Who says we can't, huh?" Theo nudged Langris, growing concerned when a sad look filled his eyes as his head lowered.

The short adult pulled his hand away, facing away from his worried boyfriend. "I thought-never mind it's-it's stupid and foolish."

"Hey, look at me please."

Hesitantly, the upset noble looked up to his close friend before listening to what the lather had to say. "I know how hard some… subjects are hard to discuss, trust me, I know." He paused, thinking back on his past before deciding against talking about it. "You don't have to tell me, okay. But don't let it burden you forever." Then he flicked Langris' forehead, who let out a yelp, rubbing the area.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"Testing if that's another way to clear your mind." Theo smirked before his voice turned serious. "You're obviously not ready to tell me and I am not going to pry whatever information you're not telling me, but when you are ready, I'll be here, ready to listen, m'kay?"

Langris nodded, letting out a relieved sigh. He was glad not to be forced to say anything, very unlike how his parents were. "Don't you have a mission to get ready for, mister?" The noble prodded his finger to his boyfriend's chest.

"Oh shit! The mission! Breakfast- and Klaus! ARGH! Sorry hun-"

Theo hastily rose from his bed and rushed to his study desk, packing necessities in a bag, including his grimoire. To anyone it would seem normal except for the fact Theo already carried a leather pouch specifically for a grimoire yet he never put his own grimoire in it, instead carrying the spell book around; His friends have asked about the mysterious pouch to which he responded with slick lies, brushing the subject off smoothly.

Langris sighed at the senior's hurry for his mission with Klaus.

"You should be fine, Theo. Don't stress it- isn't David going to come with you?"

"Yeah. He's suppose to. Recently he hasn't shown up, which I don't really blame him. Klaus is a piece of work just between the two of us." The commoner tossed his bag of necessities over his shoulder, searching for his new broom, which he may or may not have gambled for. Of course, no way in hell was Theo going to tell Langris unless he wanted a long lecture with a scowling to match.

"I'm glad I don't have to deal with that brat."

Theo snorted at his words. "Yeah, well you would be dealing with your own students, if you didn't rank as a Senior Knight 3rd Class." A slight tone of bitterness seeped through his words.

Langris opened his mouth to retort a sarcastic response when a harsh knock startled him. The noble composed himself quickly moving behind Theo's tall mirror.

"I doubt you need to hide, 'Gris. It's probably just some random Knight or even a misguided servant." The only commoner in the Golden Dawn said, heading over to the door.

As LPS-Langris' Personal Servant- Theo had to clean Langris' room and because he wanted to make sure no one would find anything they were not too (like the black box), Theo cleaned his own room as well.

So he was surprised (and annoyed) to see his blue-hair insolent student standing in front of the doorway, impatiently waiting. That made him, close the door a couple inches with Theo peeking through the opening. Klaus did not seem to notice as rude thoughts about his lousy senior circulated throughout his head.

"Klaus! How great is it to see you, especially during this lovely morning! Although I do have to inform you that it is incredible rude to go knocking on my door." The senior said with a closed-eye smile yet an irk mark appeared on his forehead.

"I wouldn't had, had you been a better senior." Klaus huffed and pushed his glass upwards.

"Alright-I get it! I was late but I was busy discussing some matters with Langris-" Theo's eyes twitched in slight jealousy as he noticed stars in his student's eyes.

"Really?!" Klaus exclaimed, but blushed from embarrassment as he faked a cough before composing himself. "Really? Did you tell him about me?"

The senior rolled his eyes, ignoring a twinge of hurt, walking down the corridor. Klaus had to speed up to catch up with Theo.

Their footsteps were heard receding on the light tiles.

"Yeah. You could say that."

His response held a tone of bitterness and envy.

~Meanwhile~

Langris waited awhile longer after hearing his boyfriend exit the lavish room. His legs cramped from standing straight longer than he would like. The runt squeezed through the small gap between the mirror and the dark dresser. As the noble pushed himself from behind the mirror, he accidentally knocked into the dresser, causing a string of curses to escape his lips, wincing in pain.

Langris grunted, rubbing his throbbing leg, moving over to the edge of Theo's bed; Looking down to examine the area of pain, he noticed a black box further away, near the dark dresser.

What the hell is that? How come I've never seen it before?

Strangely enough, the noble sensed tiny wisps of mana coming from the black box.

The noble frowned at the thought that the black box could be one of Theo's secrets. It didn't seem valuable so why keep it?

Langris stood up steadily, feeling his leg throb once more but ignored it for the time being; The black box was more important-It could be a clue about Theo's secrecy and unofficial missions.

But he was confused-the black had two buttons, one inner square and an outer disc. When he brushed against the outer disc, his mana was absorbed slightly and the box vanish. As soon as Langris lifted his finger off the button, the box became visible to the eye.

"Is this-a mana blocker?" The runt muttered to himself in surprise, worried to open the small simple box-and let's not forget it's been enhanced with a mana blocker. How did he even make this? All those times he said he was tired-must of been him working on this box. How many times has Theo been lying, covering up for some stupid small box.

But the real big question kept echoing in his mind- What is he trying to hide?

His fingers linger on the inner button before the concerned noble held his breath and pushed the inner button. Instead of making the box "disappear" like the outer button, the lid snapped open-revealing two beautiful gems that radiant power.

Langris was beyond shocked. What is Theo doing with such stones? Did he steal these? He must have-where else could he find these gems- He stopped, for the upset runt realized that all those "missions" Theo was always going on had to be about these powerful stones-right?

The spatial mage closed the lid shut and pressed the outer disc, watching the black box practically vanish. But why?

The question only kept nagging him as the devastated boyfriend stood up and wobbled to the door. He held the invisible box in his hands as he exited the room Langris had always thought as safe and comforting. Perhaps it was a lie. Perhaps Theo didn't care about him. Many doubts and insecurities swirled around Langris, weighing him down as the distraught adult made his way to his room.

Silence-save for the crackling fire.

Langris set the fire place ablaze as soon as he enter the room (and hidden away Theo's mysterious box too). The distracted senior sat in a velvet-cushioned chair near the fire, staring at a picture of Theo and Langris. The taller boy in the picture was grinning like the idiot he was while a younger Langris had a minuscule smile; their hair was plastered to their faces wearing drenched uniforms. The happy memories made the noble let out a heavy sigh, bordering towards nostalgic.

Flashback

"C'mon 'Gris! Hurry up before David finds out!" an energetic raven-haired boy was seen dragging a light-brown shortie, the latter complained about Theo's prank.

"You realize he was able to anticipate the last prank you tried to pull on him."

The new ravenette member stopped as he peaked around the corner.

"You definitely don't look suspicious or ridiculous."

Theo sighed as he turned and faced his friend.

"Except last time you warned him before I was able to prank him! Did you warn him this time?"

The younger Langris scoffed. "Of course not. He's been nagging me all week-so your prank better pay off."

"Hmph." Theo glanced back around the corner. It was silent.

"All right. Wait here for three seconds before following me into David's room."

The commoner held out his purple grimoire and casted his simple tracking spell; As he thought, no one was nearby besides Langris' mana signature. Theo closed his grimoire, canceling his tracking spell, and held to it tightly. He was ready to set up the prank. It was going to be a classic.

"Why can't you act normal?" The young noble said as he watched in an amused way. His servant crept along the wall then pathetically rolled over to David's wooden door. Theo wobbled to his feet, rubbing his back and cursed before giving Langris a thumbs up as a signal.

"I am normal." The green-eyed boy sassed as he waited for his friend to follow the example Theo had laid out. The raveonette pouted as Langris walked over, not at all sneaky as Theo wanted.

"What? You really expect me to be as ridiculous as you? I'm a noble."

"Whatever. Just help me."

"What was that?"

"You heard me-"

"Is it wrong I want you to beg?"

"Yes because you'll become more spoiled than you already are!"

"-How dare you?!"

"Just help me! Go fill up the bucket."

"Nope."

The frustrated noble pushed the empty bucket into Theo's hands, who only shoved it back; the two ended up arguing over the bucket, their voices growing as it echoed through the halls.

"Fine-I'll do it. But then you have to place it above the door."

"-What?! If anyone should do the door part, you should! Your magic can manipulate it, why do I have to!"Langris huffed, crossing his arms letting the bucket crash to the floor. "It's your prank. I don't have to do anything!"

"Don't you want to get payback?"

"You can do it without me. Your lame prank won't make up for it."

"Excuse me-?! Lame?!" If it was lame why did he say he wanted to do it earlier?

"Yes, I can get my own payback."

So can I. Theo fell silent for a moment. His reply was short and held a tone of indifference, "Stand as guard." He snatched the bucket from the floor and enter David's room. The servant twitched at the sight of so much messy clothes and even money lying around in several heaps. The structure of the room was similar to his own, only with a different color scheme and many accessories hung about the wall. What an idiot.

The commoner jumped over a heap of smelly Golden Dawn uniforms (and took a mental note to reprimand the gambling mage later and find a way to embarrass him) and went down the hall. There was a light blue door and Theo opened it, revealing a splendid bathroom with a large bathtub combined with a shower head and curtains at the end and an elegant marble sink near the doorway with a mirror hanging above the sink. There was even a straight carpet from the door's end to the bathtub, something Theo thought was ridiculous thinking on how wet it would get after a shower. He placed the empty bucket in the majestic bathtub, pulling the snowflake faucet down and freezing water rushed out into the bucket.

In a short matter of time, the once empty bucket was filled to the brim with harshly cold water as it threatened to spill out.

Theo focused wrapping his mana around the bucket and kept a steady flow specifically on the water as to make sure it wouldn't spill over. He learned that he could manipulate physical items after David tried to chuck die at his head (since he lost miserably). Solids were the easiest to manipulate although still difficult. Liquids needed much concentration for every single drop and gases-too difficult and something Theo didn't bother try as liquids were hard enough.

The manipulation mage levitated the filled bucket and returned to his friend's door with it trailing behind slowly.

"What's taking so long? David could come to his room at any moment. What are you-AGH!?" Langris yelped from the shocking cold water that his servant poured over his head. In anger, he grabbed the floating bucket and flung the other half of the cold water onto Theo, who gasped at the freezing water. Both of them felt tiny prickles of cold clung to their skin as the water continue to seep into their uniforms.

"HAHAHA~ OH MY GOD!"

The two shocked boys whirled around to see the gambling mage they had wanted to prank, snorting and laughing so hard that he collapsed onto the ground like a drunkard. An unamused Letiole step over the 'dying' dice mage and walked over to the shivering and doused mages.

Langris looked utterly embarrassed and with flushed cheeks, he turned to his servant with a snarl. "Your prank went well, didn't it?"

"Oh shut up, 'Gris~! Have some fun-and you must be pleased to have dump half a bucket of water on me." He placed an arm around 'Gris' shoulder, only receiving a tiny smile from his master.

The green-haired Compass mage joined in as she came to a stop before them. "For once, I agree with Theo-that is why I brought this-" She took out a device with some weird circular thing bulging from it; A button was pressed and a flash of light appeared, nearly startling Theo. Out came an exact image of Theo and Langris only moments ago from what appeared to be a slot.

Theo looked in amazement toward the device as the manipulation user listened to Letoile's explanation of a camera; but he felt a nudge on his side, mostly likely from his master, and turned to 'Gris. Letoile stopped talking at once when she realized Theo had stopped listening to her (which made Theo annoyed) and followed his gaze to the blonde closed-eye figure on the floor.

The spatial mage sneered, though it sounded light and almost friendly. "Falling asleep on the floor-who does that?"

"Apparently that idiot."

The compass user gave a short explanation, "We just came back from an exhausting post at the Castle town of Kikka."

The ravenette felt a pang of bitter jealousy-they all were new members and yet he was the only one to be a guard stationed at the Golden Dawn Headquarters nearly everyday. It must be because his friends were of higher status. Theo was silent.

"Yes, because a city patrol is just so exhausting, enough to make one fall asleep on the cold tile floors. Mhm, yes, I can start to envision how your day went."

Ignoring their conversation, Theo pulled out a eagle-feather quill (he stuffed it between the pages in his grimoire) and examined the dried ink at the pointed end. Putting a disgusted face on, the ravenette sucked at the end of the writing tip, nearly choking on the bitter taste of ink; fresh new ink was shining at the point of the special quill.

It was an Everlasting Writer, said "to have fresh ink all the time" although the feather was droopy and ugly and the ink didn't last forever. It needed to be suck at the writing point for new ink to appear. Such fakes.

The commoner sneaked towards the sleeping and (very) unfortunate David with his Everlasting Writer, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips.

Langris noticed Theo's absence and smirked at what Theo was about to do, and decided to keep Letoile distracted so that his servant could get some sort of satisfying revenge on David without a scolding from the green-haired user beside him.

The manipulation mage wrote softly all over his sleeping friend's face with much glee as he scribed insults onto David's face. Lifting his Everlasting Writer, a wide grin spread on his face, Theo made the bucket (which had been placed on the floor) fly to his hand. Gripping the bucket, Theo peered in it to find there was some water left-though not much-and poured it over to surprise the annoying gambling mage.

Both Langris and his servant taunted and snickered at their blonde friend, who woke up gasping, clearly startled.

At the sound of snickering, Letoile stopped in her conversation and looked toward Theo; She frowned and quickly pieced the pieces together after the compass user saw a confused and startled David stagger to his feet.

"W-what? What's so funny?! Did you do something to me, Kubo?"

"I only poured water over you."

"Bet you helped, Langris."

"I, er, did nothing. I'm innocent." The spatial user lied terribly but David (hesitantly) believed him.

"C'mon, hurry up and change into some decent clothes-It's almost dinner and Hamon said he was going to meet up with us. I'm starving!" Theo added as he pushed David to his door. "And, Swallow, you've got to do something with your room-it's a mess."

As soon as the door was shut close, Letoile gave the unlikely pair a lecture of their lives. But neither of them paid any mind to the green-haired mage, fueled by what seemed to be boy-ish amusement. A soft smile and flushed cheeks were faintly to be seen on the proud spatial noble as he glanced at the duo in the picture.

Langris felt hesitation well up inside of him, with his fingers grasping the fond memories taken in a single picture, hovering over a couple inches away from the fireplace.

No. He thought to himself, finally deciding to tuck the picture away on his nightstand. We're not done yet. Perhaps he'll tell me sooner or later… If not..

The young man stared into the blazing fire consumed by his deep thoughts.

"Hey Hamon-and hello to you too, Letoile! How are things going with that student of yours, Big H?"

A large man with such a wacky style of sandy blonde, it made Theo want to laugh at times, waved to the mad with sleek black-blue hair and green eyes. The glass mage was playing with a young woman with dark green hair and glasses to match her quiet and sensible personality.

"Hello Theo, have you just arrived from a mission?" Letoile asked politely, glancing through her lenses as she did so, before resuming play.

"Yes, I most certainly did-" The ravenette paused to grab a nearby chair (with magic, of course) and practically draped himself over the back of the chair. He dropped his bag, the one containing the purple grimoire, careful enough so nothing would spill out, beside his feet and continued. "-and David wasn't there! Where has he been lately? I had to be alone with that blue-haired Alecdora-wanna-be brat."

A hearty chortle escaped Hamon's lips, either at the names Theo had given to his student Klaus, or the fact he just won a(nother) victory against the young compass mage. The ravenette hoped it was the former.

"I haven't seen him much around-always in a hurry to somewhere when I did spot him. I thought you knew where he was off to." Letoile said with a hint of regret in her voice, but nonetheless reset her chess pieces into their positions.

Theo laid his head down, his view becoming side-ways, and watched his two quieter friends play their game of chess in obvious boredom. The wind from the open window in the library ruffled his raven-like hair, replaying this morning's events.

"Oh!" The manipulation mage lifted his head so suddenly, causing Letoile and Hamon to break off their attention to Theo. "What's today?"

His large friend answered with curiosity. "A -why?" Do you have something you need to do-"

The anniversary! That's today?! No wonder 'Gris was acting so strangely. "Lele, I need your help."

The green-haired mage stood up, hearing the urgent tone in her friend's voice and bid Hamon farewell. Then the pair took off-after Theo apologized to the glass mage, of course.

"What is it that seems to be of emergency, Theo?"

The unlikely duo were flying over the sky, the compass user sitting balanced on her own needle from her creation while the manipulation mage was on top of an expensive broom (the very one he gambled for).

He hesitated, for how much should he tell? Samael was "sleeping" at the moment, meaning that his other soul couldn't see through Theo's eyes nor answer or hear Theo's thoughts. He couldn't stay awake for too long during Theo's time awake-as even a soul could get weary from "staying up".

"I need help...with buying presents.."

Letoile felt a twitch of annoyance but only replied with, "I don't see why I'm needed."

"Because this gifts-" Theo emphasized the 's' as not to forget the fake story he was coming up with. "-needs to be absolutely perfect. Your opinion would really help a long way. You're much better at gift-giving than the rest of the group."

The green-haired woman gazed to the bright blue sky, her lenses reflecting the Sun's joy and then to her friend.

"I'll help you."

The ride back from the Castle Town of Kikka was filled with a buzz of nervous excitement from Theo. Letoile, on the otherhand, was silent and deep in thought, a frown apparent on her face.

In his shoulder pouch, the servant carried several medium-sized gifts and some supplies for a romantic dinner like candles and simple decor. He made sure to buy presents for the rest of the gang to lessen suspicion and bought most of the supplies when Lele wasn't looking.

(A.N when I refer to the "shoulder pouch" or "Free pouch", I mean the one pouch Theo isn't secretive about. It's larger in width and height compared to his medium size grimoire pouch on his hip. I refer to the secretive pouch as his "hip pouch" or "grimoire pouch" or "attached pouch". It suppose to be similar to the one Yuno has. Just some clarification.)

Letoile wasn't empty-handed either as she carried four small wrapped packages in a bag with one hand as the other clutched to her needle of transportation.

"Why did you buy gifts-for what occasion?"

"Because," Theo emphasized the word in a happy voice, with innocent flowers coming down and around him in a circle that seemed to come out of nowhere. "Today is Friend Appreciation Day. These gifts are my acknowledgement to our friendship (and the others as well) during our time at the Golden Dawn."

The compass mage held back a ghost of a smile from appearing and said, "Mhm… Is that why you tried to stealthily sneak candles into your pouch-for one dear and special friend-one named Langris Vaude, perhaps?"

Theo momentarily (gay) panicked before giving a hasty reply, "N-no. What makes you think I bought candles for him?"

"I thought so since you and him have the strongest bond in our group, do you not? You've known each other before the Magic Knights Entrance Exam. David and Hamon have suggested you two may even have a romantic bond-"

Theo nearly dropped his pouch, his face blooming crimson, and tried to remember his posture and dignity at stake. Oh. my. god. They practically know!

"-Of course, their suspicions arose last year."

"WE AREN'T ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED!"

"Okay, but you should be telling that to David and Hamon. I was merely telling you their thoughts."

After that, silence evaded their conversation. A hint of a smile spread on Letoile's face, seeing past Theo's lies but said nothing, enjoying the soft quiet. She practically confirmed Hamon and David's suspicious before them and it made her a tad bit glad.

"Mhm, here is your gift David-no, that's Lele's. Big H, here is yours-DAVID DON'T OPEN IT YET! Lele, this green one is-DAVID, WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?!"

Theo growled at David, who had messily ripped off his yellow wrapping paper, and whacked the gambling user with his free pouch-who yelped out in pain- and gave Lele a green present.

"Wait! Before you open your gifts, we should make a bet and-Ah! N-nevermind!" David stopped nervously as Theo had an irk mark and growled again in frustration. Both the compass mage and the glass mage sweat-dropped at their response.

"Everyone, you may open the most amazing, awesome, and-and fabulous gift you will receive."

David opened his box, as he ripped off his wrapper, to get… a deck of cards and a set of poker chips, making the dice mage sniffle dramatically and wail with joy.

"Theo Kubo, you didn't have to this for me! Oh, thank the Heavens for you!"

Theo muttered under his breath something that the blonde mage couldn't or just didn't hear.

Next up, Hamon delicately open his gift, even managing to fold his light blue wrapper neatly onto his lap and gasped in disbelief. In his gift, an extremely carefully crafted rare pastry was in the center, surrounded by sweet chewy circular candy with white filling, ones similar to caramel creams.

"Ho, ho, such delicious desserts! You are such a dear friend, you are, Theo Kubo."

The ravenette's cheeks filled with heat, very embarrassed to get praise from his friends even when he knew that he didn't deserve it. Not when he was going to betray his own kingdom for man's sin; but for now, Theo was going to push aside the consuming guilt and try to enjoy himself. He was going to keep up his partial act.

"Your welcome. Lele, why don't you open yours?"

"I'm going to save it for a troublesome day."

Theo nodded but could not push down the hurt he felt from the 'rejection'. "W-well, have you seen 'Gris anywhere?"

The three magic users shook their head (almost in a impressive unison, too)

"Ah, okay then."

Theo didn't find his boyfriend and he checked everywhere, from the cafeteria to the sparring grounds to secret nooks and crannies; He looked both his and Langris' room, only for it to be empty.

Where is he? The weary ravenette ponder on this question as he glumly strolled down several random halls. In his thoughts, a deep, soft voice interrupted his foggy brain.

"Hello, Theo."

Hastily, Theo corrected his posture, forcing himself to string his thoughts together and gave a light bow put of respect. "Good afternoon, Captain Vengeance."

A soft smile was splayed onto his face, his mask fluttering a little from the open drafts."No need to be so formal. You may call me by first name name, "William" or simply "Vengeance", if you wish."

The shocked green-eyed ravenette stood in his place, relaying what Captain had said. "R-Really? But why?"

Captain Vengeance-er, William's smile grew as if knew something Theo didn't-a sort of secret. His purple eyes twinkled with hushed mischief. "Something that will be revealed in time."

"I am honored. I only have one question-er if that's all right, sir. I was wondering if you knew any whereabouts of Langris. Langris Vaude."

"No, unfortunately not. He said he would think on my offer."

Offer? What offer does he mean?

"Oh.." The senior sighed. "Good-bye then, Cap-Vengeance."

With that (and after a small bow), Theo started to shuffle away from his captain, who appear to hesitant to talk to his solider. As the manipulation mage was about to round the corner, his masked leader asked for Theo to follow him. Maybe it was an attempt for Theo to collect himself.

"Let's go to my office." Ven-William turned around, his Golden Dawn cape swishing from side to side. His mask trembled with a hidden sort of power, despite how tacky it may seem to other squads (and in Theo's opinion, Captain's mask was really cool and unique.)

The sunlight made Vengeance's office gleam and gave it a touch of reverence; Unsurprisingly, it was large and in order. His room held a scent of vanilla and fragrant flowers.

"You want me to help at the Kingdom's border by the town of Kitten… with members of two different squads?" Theo's voice echoed, creating vast vibrations off the office's walls. In turn, it made the commoner uncomfortable.

Captain Vengeance smiled, almost amused. "Yes, the Wizard King asked for you specifically."

"I-I see. If there are any Diamond intruders, should I bind them or solely drive them off the border."

"If there are Diamond soldiers, you may capture a few for questioning but your main objective is to guard the border from enemy invaders."

"Thank you, Captain-er, William…?" Theo added shyly. The masked man gently laughed.

The ravenette bowed, his face red with embarrassment, and exited the room to get ready for yet another mission.

Theo left the Golden Dawn base almost immediately after chatting briefly to his friends, informing them vaguely about his new mission, and asked if there was any update on Langris' whereabouts-which they hadn't. Standing in the front side of the base, the one with a landing for leaving the Golden Dawn Headquarters by broom or similar transportation, with an expensive broom in his hand.

Once in the correct position, the senior kicked off the ground forcing mana into the broom as an accelerator, he was soon soaring up into the air.

By the Golden Date gate, Theo gave the tower guards the password ("Judge of Light") and sped once out of Golden Dawn territory, enjoying the wind's rather cool greeting. The dark sky twinkled, bright and soft stars helped in the matter; the Moon was fully clothed in gleaming white as if trying to outshine the tiny stars all together.

A subtle vibration ran inside the ravenette's body, one that seemed to be a distorted yawn.

Samael? You finally awake?

Finally-I was up with you for two nights, giving you free advice on the gems and sewing. Samael responded grumpily.

Theo ignored that bit and continued, We can switch-on two conditions. Avoid lights and towns and do not go near the humans below. It is not likely people would know a Golden Dawn member but be cautious anyway.

Samael heaved a strange sigh that tickled Theo's insides. Fine. Always those two conditions. Now let us switch.

Instead of blue-black hair, the lone figure had long white hair growing inch by inch. When he blinked, the medium-dark green eyes gradually become a lighter, almost transparent, shade. Gleaming white bangs sprouted in the front, nearly covering his eyes, giving the human yet inhuman figure a boyish and a serious appearance at the same time. The Moon shone on his face, spotting the change it seemed, and glorified him.

Theo quietly whispered into Samael's mind, quite curious and hesitant, Is this how you looked like before-your death?

Samael let out an empty laugh and it disturbed the calm evening. "No, dear me. I only happened to take on the appearance of my dearest friend, Patri; I never had such ridiculous bangs. You should know I begged him to allow me to cut them off-so annoying in that way."

So, A distorted yawn rumbled within the pale figure's body. What did you look like?

"I appear closely to you-just lighter. In my tribe, I was the only elf with light blue-ish grey hair except maybe the Elders but they were old-they do not count. I still have the same color eyes as-before, only paler than yours, Theo." Samael said, flying away from common towns noticing they have reached a very mountainous land with few patches of vegetation. "I have definitely never used human clothes until now but before I dressed in togas and various linen clothing. I personally made many clothes for my tribe." He added in a proud way, still careful not to be too loud.

Theo?

Silence. His other soul could hardly be felt.

He must have fallen asleep.

Selfishly, the reincarnated elf wished he would not be alone to his mind. The Reincarnation spell that Licht, his leader, had performed changed Samael's personality and emphasized his darker parts-that much he knew for certain. Without company, his mind still grappled to what was from several centuries ago-how life was, causing painfully haunting memories to resurface.

( A/N: Here is where a bunch of flashbacks happen! It goes by decently quick so do not worry. The massacre happens within these memories of Samael, so death of many characters-including Samael).

"Hello. You are Patri, r-right?"

Normally, Samael was timid and spent much of his time sewing or adjusting clothes. But today, he would make a friend-one near his age. Currently, he face an elf with a short white braid to the end of his neck and ridiculously long bangs, and his eyes conveyed how surprised he was to be talked to.

"Yes… You're Samael."

The light green-eyed elf scratched his cheek-a nervous habit of his- and tried not to become unnerved. Of course everyone knew who he was, he had gotten the tiniest grimoire in his tribe.

"C-Can we-I mean-"

The elf named Patri gave him a confused expression, obviously trying to understand his mumbling.

"-Friends. W-Would you like to be my friend?"

Patri's eyebrows flew up and a hint of a blush crept onto his face. He opened his mouth to say something when a long arm draped over the short elf's shoulder-Raia had enter the conversation.

(A/N I almost put Raia had entered the chat-I-I have not clue what I was thinking.)

Raia, an older elf with white messy hair, who sometimes annoyed Samael and his cousin Charla (but dared not to disturb Rufel, Charla's younger brother, for many reasons) and apparently Patri too, due to his upset huff.

"You should say, 'Yes, I would'. C'mon, brat, it's pretty easy. Samael's a decent kid-" To which the blue-grey haired elf wanted to voice his protest but was too nervous awaiting Patri's answer.

"-ALL RIGHT!" The Bangs-Boy (a nickname for Patri, he decided) shouted, embarrassed by Raia. Shoving the sleepy elf's arm off, Patri gave a hesitant answer. "Y-yeah, we can be friends… leave us alone, Raia!"

The droopy-eyed elf stood up lazily and began to walk away while whistling. "Huhuuhuu~ be safe, you troublesome kids."

Both of the young elves' faces heated up, creating pain in their cheeks.

"WHAT?!"

Samael was so shocked that he lost composure. A pair of royal humans had stumbled into the tribe's grounds only a couple of months ago, but apparently Tetia (the royal girl who somehow gained Licht's interest) was pregnant and that Licht and Tetia were planning to get married soon. Latry, Patri's cousin who was around the same age as him as well and well-known Elf Warrior, had told Samael, Charla, and her brother, Rufel, this news. Lira had entered the room to pick up his customized shawl and overheard the news as well.

"Yeah, completely crazy!" Latry grinned and Rufel grinned back.

"An exciting time for our tribal history! A royal human and an elf marrying-and their child would be a new species! I need to write this all down-" Lira paused and took out a scroll of papyrus from under his shawl and searched for something to write with. Since the age of 10, Lira had aspired to become the Scribe of History, a valued position for most elves who enjoying writing, recording Elven history.

"I could teach them to guard our land-" Latry started.

Rufel cut him off excitedly. "-and great fighting tactics."

Samael and Charla sweat-dropped at their words. Latry was always talking about his power-making him a bit… different among their tribe. Rufel was similar to him in that way, but at least adorable and kind. Even though Charla herself was a fine warrior woman, she rarely discussed the subject.

All the other elves in the room chattered eagerly but Samael was not among them.

The Sun shown bright as the songs of the sparrows filled the air, music to Samael's ears. He sat outside, listening to Nature's quiet song, and took out a needle to stitch up a few rips in Charla's linen clothing. From inside of his traditional toga, Samael took out his tiny grimoire from an added pocket (that he designed), and it glowed a cool blue color as pages flipped open.

The young elf easily wielded some of the natural mana around him to create magical blue thread that proceeded to float out of his small grimoire, and he prepared the needle and thread. Swift-fully and with precise expertise, Samael stitched the torn patches of linen clothes; As soon as he finished the last repair, the thread glowed and it matched the light yellow color of the clothes. Instead of staying as thread, it mended the rips and the magical thread become one with Charla's linen clothing, giving it a new appearance.

Samael smiled softly in proud admiration of his work until someone interrupted his peace.

"Hello, Samael! I have some excellent news for you~" A female elf´s rang in the quiet air-startling the young light blue-grey haired elf. Hastily, he scrambled to shove his grimoire back into its pocket of shame, keeping his needle out to seem busy, and glanced up only after a few seconds later to see a tall white-haired elf none other than Charla. She walked up the neat swaying grassy hill and Samael carefully placed Charla´s clothing onto the delightful grass.

"H-Hello, Char~" Samael laughed nervously and scratched his cheek out of habit. He stood up from the patch of grass that he had sat upon and made his way to the strangely excited Charla.

"A-Are you-AH!"

The young elf shrieked in surprise as the older elf had literal roses sprouting from the ground and it formed a circle around the two.

"Sammy~I am so, so proud of you~! You won't believe the honor you have been given!"

Samael nearly yelped as the ring of roses grew thicker and so tall that it surpasses some of the young trees. "W-What is it?"

"Licht has asked for you to design Tetia and his wedding clothes-"

"W-What?! Wow-really? Your not lying, are you?"

Charla laughed and the cheery sound echoed within the ring of roses. "I am not. It´s true-Licht told me and-er, I was not suppose to tell you yet...But I was just so proud of my lil´ cousin!"

His cousin added when she noticed Samael´s happy face drop to timid horror. "Aw, you´re overreacting. It´s okay."

"What if-" The nervous elf´s voice wobbled down to a whisper, trembling. "-Licht finds out. He won't get mad, will he?"

A soft laugh escaped Charla´s lips, snapping the pale green-eyed elf from his worried rant.

"Licht will not get mad; He is very understanding and kind."

(A/N : Samael has not met Licht personally, only heard stories of him, though not much to tell what his personality is like.)

"R-Really-are you sure?"

"Yes, Samael, I am very sure."

The said elf sighed deeply, his eyes filled with anxious worry. "...And he won´t…. Judge me..?"

Charla´s smile dropped to a frown, returning to her serious sisterly side. She moved forward towards her scared cousin and gently place a delicate yet strong hand on his shoulder. "You should not be upset by your grimoire, Samael. Even the smallest of things have great power; I have seen it with my own eyes every time you work mends on my clothing. You wield an amazing gift, cousin. The power to mend magic together, to repair mana threads itself. The power of restoration."

No way could he really mend magic, and Samael was not about to go forth and test that theory out. (After his reincarnation, though, the elf regretted not doing so even if it meant looking boring and loony.)

The teen elf lifted his head, staring at his cousin, not looking so crest-fallen as before but firmly serious. "Like a advance Healer? My Thread magic is not capable of such a thing."

"Yes. If only you braved a chance-image the-"

Samael cut her off in a dangerously soft tone, feeling something dark stir within him. "-I have. But I then found out I was too weak. This matter is closed now-all in the past." The troubled elf forced a smile over his face. "I have your clothes ready for you, Charla and please get rid of your enormous roses."

¨-But!¨

¨Please, Char. I´m okay.¨

Charla´s frown deepened but said nothing as the roses shrunk to its normal size-stopping at Samael´s mid-calf. Carefully avoiding its thorns, Samael manuvered his way through the roses to the grassy place he left Charla´s linen clothing.

Samael handed his cousin her fixed clothing.¨Here you go, it´s all mended.¨

The female elf opened her mouth to retort but he stopped her with a finger on her lips. Samael turned Charla around and gently pushed her away. ¨You should go check on Rufel in case he´s causing trouble with Latry-and you can check on me later, just not now.¨

¨-But Sam-¨

¨Good-bye, Charla~!¨ The young elf chirped.

The said elf glanced back and then, very hesitantly, walked away; her figure gradually receding down the hill.

Samael sighed deeply, staring at the ring of roses that echoed laughter for a moment, before going inside his home to grab some linen and a scarf in desperate need of fixing.

The shy blue-gray elf was-once again- outside and mending Raia´s scarf, humming a faint tune to himself, but paused when he heard the rustling of the grass from nearby. Someone was approaching. A second of hesitation passed by quick before Samael walked towards the slope to greet whoever may be visiting him.

And Samael was beyond shocked to see…

A tall adult elf with a short braid hanging in the back and a gentle yet authoritative aura surround him. Beside him, a timid-looking human woman giggled and waved, her blonde hair bounced. Next to the female human was a handsome blond male-who seemed to be a relative of the other human.

Samael´s face burst crimson-a stabbing pain in his cheeks at the third figure.

¨H-hello, you must be Licht and Tetia a-and I´m sorry but I don´t know who you are.¨ His voice come out as a squeak. Oh how embarrassing!

The elf, Licht, laughed gently and it bubbled in the quiet air. The blond unknown human answered with a smile, ¨It´s quite all right. I am Lumiere, Tetia´s brother. I have heard much about you, Samael.¨

¨The village says you are excellent in your work of clothing. Would you mind showing us?¨ Licht asked kindly.

¨Of-Of course! W-Would you like to come inside?¨ He turned around and headed inside his home, and Lumiere walked along his side with the happy couple following at a distance, chatting instinctively.

¨Licht says you work most of the year-do you really?¨

¨Y-yes, I do. I make my tribe´s clothing and repairs. I h-have tried to make my own designs too.¨

¨That is a ton of dedication-and it is a quality I definitely admire. Perhaps you could help me with one of my projects, if you are willing. What kind of magic do you have?¨ Lumiere was not being rude nor sarcastic, but he was… actually curious about Samael. A human showing interest in an elf.

¨I-I have Thread magic-But I d-don´t think I could help you. Sorry.¨

¨Oh. I understand.¨

Samael blushed timidly, allowing the group to enter his quaint home. The four of them sat on a round woven rug made from light blue threads.

¨You w-wanted an example, c-correct?¨ To which Licht and Tetia nodded. ¨I´ll show you my magic..¨ The shy elf took a spare linen clothe and ripped it apart so that there was two separate pieces (a gasp escaped from Tetia while Lumiere looked on intently) ¨-But p-please don´t laugh.¨

¨We won´t.¨ They promised.

The Thread elf slowly slipped out his tiny glowing cool-blue grimoire and grabbed a needle partially inserted in his toga. No one has laughed yet. It flipped open, paused, then the pages turned to the middle. From the idle of the page, light blue thread floated out and it looped itself through the needle Samael held up.

Like an artist, Samael wove the thread into the separate pieces to mend. It seemed to come endlessly from the faint blue grimoire and as soon as the last stitch was done, the thread glowed blue and became the color and actually fabric of the linen.

Licht smiled and so did Tetia while Lumiere…. Had literally stars in his eyes and he was like an excited puppy. It was a bit overwhelming attention for the private elf but tried his best to push it down.

¨That was impressive-your magical thread became the fabric~! Wow… Such cool magic!¨

A nervous laugh escaped Samael´s lips as he focused on the unlikely couple. ¨I-I, um, know that probably was not what you expected… But, er, I do make clothes. A-and I think I know why you´re here.¨

The elf leader asked ¨Oh?¨ with no hint of surprise betraying his face.

¨W-Well you see-Charla told me about… wedding clothes.¨ Samael blurted the sentence out and held his breath, anticipating the couple´s response.

Tetia, surprisingly, laughed first and Licht joined in. ¨I see. So Charla told you the surprise.¨

Licht´s human wife finally said a word to Samael since her arrival; her face seemed to radiant from the sunlight with her close-eyed giggle. ¨She was very proud of you when she found out the news. I don't blame her.¨

The Thread elf let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. He ended up spending more than an hour measuring, discussing ideas, designing prototypes, and having a great time with the three adults, Lumiere especially. If only such happiness could last forever but disaster would strike.

Samael smiled joyously from the far back of the crowd in his best toga and even decided to tuck in a bright blue feather behind his ear. The elves cheered happily, wishing the newlyweds best of luck. Nature seemed to join in on such an occasion; the sky was beautifully lit and birds sang delightful songs. Charla went around giving everyone baskets of petals that she created from magic, each containing different shades of white and pink.

¨Look, Sammy!¨ A child with shoulder length white hair tugged at his hand, a cute curious face written over. Their wide pale pink eyes staring at Licht and Tetia. ¨They look so happy~Will that be Patri and you some day?¨

¨Pax~! N-no-I mean, I don´t know…? Why would you ask me that?¨

The little elf giggled mischievously. ¨Cause, it´s funny!¨

¨Mhm.. Will you marry Eclat?¨

¨N-No!¨ Pax blushed and the older elf could not help but to laugh at the sight. ¨Can I go say hi to her? And don´t make it weird.¨

¨Planning to propose to her?¨ Samael laughed at Pax´s pouty face. ¨Kidding~! Yes, you can go-but be quick okay?¨

The little elf ran off with a grin on their face, leaving behind Samael. ¨Thanks, Oniisan~!¨

Samael peeked at the loving couple and admired this moment with awe and gazed to their wedding clothes which he, a nobody, made specifically for them. Only one person was missing...Where was Prince Lumiere?

The question was answered horribly quick.

Instantly, the sky churned a bloody red as a strange object glowed in the sky, disturbing Licht and Tetia´s wedding.

What-

Before he could finish his thoughts swords of light rained down heavily, striking the elves and stirring up chaotic confusion. The sound of screaming filled the air and fire blazed around.

PAX!

Samael felt the fear consume him and ravage his mind. Wildly escaping the light swords, the distraught elf looked up to his leader but he was utterly distressed as Licht held his new wife now dead in his arms.

Samael searched around in horror for Pax, the young little elf, as there were some still standing.

Bodies. Dead.

Charla.

Rufel.

Fana.

Lyra.

Latry.

And Pax.

Gone. Gone. They were gone.

His scream of anguish could be barely heard in the noise of the fire. ¨NO! YOU CRUEL HUMANS!¨

A moan sounded in the quiet space. Blink. Blink twice. Only darkness could be seen. Then panic swept over.

¨Where am I?! Pax? Charla? Rufel? Patri?!¨

The figure jumped out of a foreign bed (or whatever it was) and searched for a source of light. Placing hands to the wall, he felt a smooth button with one side bumpy and pressed the bumpy side. Samael was scared half to death (again) by the sudden flash of light and sent a wide-eye stare to the white contraption. ¨This is...not Elven technology...¨

He was in a small room, it appeared, and he stood by a smooth wooden door and a weird bed was seen at the far end. A mini book shelf was at the back center and-there was a small rectangle… thing with knobs sticking out.

(A/N: It is a night stand/table. Samael has not seen one before, at least not a modern kind.)

Almost like a newborn foal, Samael walked clumsily toward the strange rectangular thing made from wood and gasped at the sight of a hand mirror. Urgently, he grabbed the compact mirror, and nearly dropped it in dreadful horror. In his reflection was not a young elf boy with light blue-gray hair and a timid appearance. No, instead, a tall figure with longer than shoulder-length white hair and annoying bangs sprouting from the front stared back. The only similarity between the two were the pale green eyes.

¨Woah. This must be from Licht´s reincarnation spell. And I happen to look like Patry, besides the eyes…..¨ He laid the mirror down.

¨I am alive. Because of Licht. I look like my best friend.. Hmm, what else am I missing?¨

The humanoid figure glanced around the room once more, his eyes falling onto a purple grimoire that definitely did not respond to him nor belong to him. ¨Ah, a grimoire.¨

Samael had to do this. He would be the one to fulfill the final part of Licht´s spell. The elves would all reincarnate and together they would get revenge on humans, the royals specifically, and build their home in the Clover Kingdom.

For this reason, he would need a grimoire. Samael was not an elf no more, only a shadow of his power and in this humanized stated, he was weaker than his former self.

The foreign figure stood in a grimoire tower.

Better not be a pathetic one like I had before.

A flash of light appeared and Samael blinked in confusion and was momentarily blinded. He then realized his new grimoire must have arrived. The book fell with a soft thud into his open hands, a four leaf clover of good luck was evident on the cover. It was pretty plain for a grimoire but Samael didn't mind it much as it was medium-sized and seemed normal; The only thing off with it was the color.

The background color of his new grimoire was medium gray, the shade of forming storm clouds, and sickening scarlet lines diagonal and horizontal along the edges of the magic book. Around the special clover a wavy ring in the same brilliant red as the lines and a needle pointing upwards was intertwined with the wavy line. Perhaps it´s a reminder of the past…

A foreboding silence followed him as the lone figure exited out of the grimoire tower.

Samael blinked quickly, avoiding the build-up of tears. The memories flooded his consciousness again, and he realized with a start- he had no idea where he was! Below him from Theo´s broom, Samael could only see an ash-filled area with one tiny building secluded by dark trees.

We need to stay for the night..

He leaned forward on the broom and held on a tighter grip than usual, forcing a push of mana into the wooden transportation, diving dangerously fast to the ground. When Samael came in near compact, he jerked the broom upwards, almost falling off from the sudden stop. As gently as possible, he dismounted the broom and carried it with him.

¨I hate brooms.¨ His voice echoed loudly in the eerie silence.

The stench of smoke and dead bodies hit his nose first. The figure wisely avoided the rumble of homes and the remains of the street market, making a beeline to practically perfect house (compared to the ruins of the other houses); The door to that particular house laid a meter away and two of three of the front windows were shattered. Some of the bricks supporting the home had broken off and it appeared that house suffered a severe burn.

Samael grit his teeth, remembering Theo´s anguish in this lost town. Monstrous humans-their need to kill others never stops.

The white-haired figure stepped in the dark house, ignoring the disgusting scent, and found the way to a tiny room. There was no need to open the door as it was swung ajar, just barely hanging onto its hinges. In the back of the room, a window facing away from the village and instead peeked at a lake of deep red color could be seen; To the right corner of it, a pile of splinter, rotten wood laid untouched expect by debris. Across the pile, an ugly desk with a rickety three-legged stool underneath stood weakly. (The stool must had four legs before as one of the legs seemed out of place and wobbly.) Just above the desk, very old blood stains and drips painted the scorched walls. Samael turned away from there and focused on the left side of the room, scrubbing away at a distinct memory.

A small bed was pushed to the side and at closer observations, the blankets on top were burnt at the edges. Next to the bed, there was an empty bookshelf except for one book that laid alone on the shelf. The bookshelf must have been raided by thieves as there used to be many more books.

Unfortunately, we have to rest here and wait for morning to arrive. There is no way I am going to fly in the dark with no sense of direction. In the morning Theo and I can find our final destination (the town of Kiten)

With a giant yawn, Samael flipped onto the uncomfortable mattress and kicked the blankets away from him, not because of how itchy it felt but because it could contain unwanted pests. Maybe the bed had a nest of them and rodents would crawl on him in his sleep…. Samael shuddered at the thought.

He dropped Theo´s shoulder pouch onto the ground and unstrapped his grimoire pouch and carefully placed it on the dirty floor; Then, Samael turned over to his side, staring at the blood stains and drifting to sleep. Fortunately, the white-haired man fell asleep quite fast considering he was exhausted both in mana and from the haunting memories.

¨W-What am I doing HERE?!¨ Theo bellowed in the silence, his wide green eyes sweeping over his surroundings.

Sorry, Theo… I-I´m sorry.

Why am I HERE of all places? You were supposed to fly me-er, my body- to Kiten.

Samael´s voice echoed sheepishly within the raveonettes´ mind and body. I may have...lost directions…?

A sigh sound in the small room. It´s fine… I have made the same mistake several times-I apologize for acting out.

But-It´s natural to feel that way, what with how many bad memories are here. I am truly sorry but this was a better option than roaming around at night like a big doofus.

Theo snorted at Samael´s choice of words before turning serious. Maybe next time you could give me a heads-up? You know, before I wake up thinking I´m in some nightmare.

Next time I will make sure of it! His voice vibrated with determination.

¨This is so...surreal to be here.¨

I understand the way you´re feeling. How about you eat something before we travel to Kiten?

¨Hmm. It would be appropriate to eat before we head off...All right!¨ Theo´s energy bounced back, picking up his shoulder pouch (and strapped Samael´s pouch around his hip) and he treaded towards the entrance of the house.

On the way, Theo passed a door that did not seem affected by the tragedy in the house and it was darker than Death; He did not see the black door on his out as it blended in with the burnt walls but Theo could of sworn he heard some incoherent murmuring close by him when he walked by the unnoticed door.

¨Let us see. I brought Clover Chocolates,¨ The commoner said as he proceeded taking out a sealed bag of three leaf clover-shaped chocolates in an assortment of white, milk, and dark chocolates.¨ We can´t forget snacks~! And meat.¨ The ravenette took out a container made from Samael´s Thread creation magic and a leg of game was inside.

So… you brought candies and chocolates. And crappy dinner.

Theo was taken aback and made a noise of offense. ¨These are… magic recovering sweets!¨

Seriously...

¨Yes~!¨ He was munching on a bag of caramel creams. The chewy sweetness burst his taste buds and Theo almost let out a moan but constrained himself. ¨SO GOOD~! Would you like to try Samael?¨

No way! I am not eating any human food and certainly not candy. Samael huffed Theo simply rolled his eyes.

If you say so~! Just remember I offered and it still stands-until I finish with all my food.

Why did you not bring actually food?

Because I had expected you would fly to Kiten as soon as possible and they would have restaurants and where there are restaurants, there´s food.

You should learn to plan better.

I-You make a good point. Theo sighed in defeat and he pouted like a child.

CRASH!

What the hell was that? Silently as possible, Theo placed his food away in his pouch and took out his Manipulation grimoire, reading to attack. The noise seemed to come from near by the house. Maybe outside…

A shrill shriek filled the air and Theo quietly rushed over outside through the front to investigate but took care in dodging corpses. He reached a corner and peeked… A familiar slender young man of average height with unruly light brown hair. The newcomer had fairly simple clothes; on top of a white under shirt, he wore a light green, loose-fitting tunic with long sleeves and long tails at the back. He wore dark trousers and a green pair of wide, knee-high boots, and over his shoulders a black mantle and grimoire pouch at the hip was evident.

¨FINRAL?!¨

A/N:

ANNND that´s the first section/part of the chapter. I have a Petit Clover/Clover Clip (starring Samael and a bit of Patry) for this chapter but I really wanted to update and besides I will end up editing it within minutes after it posts. If there are grammatical errors or stuff you don´t understand cuz it seems like awkwardly worded-PLEASE, tell me in the comments/reviews. Some parts I rushed and I apologize for that. As for the names… I don´t know why but I change between variations of like Patri, Rhya, and Lira/Lyra. When I discuss their past life I use more of the Japanese spelling and for their reincarnation self, I use their English spelling.

Now, sorry for the angst of Samael. It´s only for this chapter since next up is the mission of defending Kiten. Building on tension too in this chapter for the upcoming one.

Also, yes, Langris seems different as not so sarcastic. That is because… He changes over the years when he grows up with Theo. Langris will be basically the same as his normal timeline self when it reaches present day (start of the anime/manga). During this time, Langris and Theo are dating, and their relationship is supposed to be a secret but their friends practically know.

Wow, super long AN~ What else?

Yes, Pax! Pax is another OC who lives during Samael´s time until the Elf´s Massacre. Not a blood relative but adopted by Samael. Oh and they have a crush on Eclat, Drowa´s sister (She reincarnates in Gauche´s sister.) An elf kid around the age of 10. That is all I am disclosing about Pax since more will be revealed later.

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Imagine if I combined the two chapters, so much-!

Published Jun 3 2021

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