Disclaimer: I do not, repeat, DO NOT own Ragnarok Online. This is the property of Master Lee-Myoung Jin and Gravity Corporation. pRO belongs to its publisher Level Up! HOWEVER I do own anything within my sorry account, which means my character, is seriously mine and the character names I will use here are actually real people in the Philippine Odin Server. I'll have to give credit to them later on and I might mention some guilds, which are very much famous in our locale.
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Chapter 8: Passage through Rite
Only the acolyte's heavy footsteps resounded in the quiet hallways of the ancient fortress that was once Glastheim. He was still in his hallucinated state, eyes half-lidded as he quietly trudged the moldy carpet that led them to the center of upper Glastheim.
Dark Lord and his four servants led the boy towards the great hallway, passing through the Alices that had been cleaning the castle endlessly. Until now, the boy had been unusually quiet, even for his standards...
"Illusion..." Dark Lord raised his finger and called for him. "Tenere koro ga Byakko kurakesen..."
"Illusion, why don't you try talking to the boy..."
Dark Illusion gave a small nod as he swept past his three companions to settle to the boy's side. Placing his hands in his back, he tried striking a conversation with the uninterested boy...
"Byakko..." Dark Illusion started. "...how many months had it been since we last met?"
Byakko gave an intent look at the undead, somehow uninterested to answer back.
"..."
"Illusion...luro sayen phera kagrun tere...Byakko tessen phirma oretesuga..." The acolyte spoke back, his voice stressed and deep.
"Illusion...there is no need to speak in human words...I have found it disgusting in my mouth..."
Dark Illusion gave a startled look at him, but calmly decided to go on with the conversation.
"Byakko fere saiyuu trame Fatari maris...Illusion peretra Byakko tozukaga has num peretreza..."
"So, you know how to speak the tongue of the Forsaken...I doubt you were the one I knew back then..."
Byakko remained quiet, leaving Dark Illusion with the thoughts whether the boy wanted to negate or affirm that question.
"...Illusion ferezen trami orekentra sufura fibreli..."
"...You just don't know how right you are..."
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Shadow just flinched away as Myashka applied some Alcohol onto the wounds of the assassin. Unluckily, the priests and priestesses that had arrived from nearby Prontera were still reviving half of the citizens of Geffen after what happened last night, nobody entertained for their requests of healing. They just found themselves sitting in the bench where they were last night, before it all happened...
"...Oh, I'm sorry if this hurts a bit..." Myashka made a sound of empathy as she dragged the cotton boll across a long gash on Shadow's arm. The assassin had bravely fought against Doppelganger, but poison didn't seem to be just the right element against Ghosts. He earned the gash after the phantom swordsman grazed the edge of his sword into him.
"Its ok..."Shadow just clenched his teeth, the pain stinging into his shoulder as the agonizing sensation crept from the wound. "Still...what hurts me more is what happened to Byakko..."
Myashka packed her First Aid kit, as she replaced them back to her side bag and sat, side by side with the dagger sin.
"I...I think...it was all my fault..." Myashka hung her head in shame, covering her eyes from expressing tears. Shadow just gazed at her with eyes pained with grief as well.
"If I just followed your warning...if we never went close to that pillar...Byakko would have still been here...with us..." The swordswoman fell to the assassin's shoulder, preventing any more restraints as she cried like a child who lost an important thing.
"Don't...don't blame yourself..." Shadow raised the swordswoman's hair-strewn face, holding her up by her chin. "...Dark Lord came and was looking for him in the first place...I don't think it would have stopped him finding Byakko even if we had hid him in any place...so, please...don't blame yourself for any of the things that had happened..." Shadow gave a weak smile as the swordswoman affirmed it too.
"You're right...there's no use crying! It won't help us finding him back...let's go to Glastheim and take him back!" Myashka raised her foot on the bench, fists clenched as she faced the direction of the ominous castle.
Shadow gave a /swt at here. "You do realize that you're still a swordswoman, do you? How do you think will you stand up against the horrors of Glastheim..."
"Then, I'll train harder! I will train harder, until we get Byakko back to us!" Myashka raised her fist in the rising sun. "I will get you back, Byakko..."
Shadow just stood up as he suddenly began talking to a priest that was sitting by the fountain, apparently resting himself after all the resurrections that he had done earlier that morning. After a quick agreement, Shadow handed him two blue gems that he dug up in his pockets; as the priest held one and crushed it in his hand, creating a portal in front of them.
"Ikku, Myashka-kun..." Shadow offered his hand to the swordswoman. "I'm going to help you train..."
Myashka bashfully smiled as she took the sin's hand and let herself be led to the portal in front of them...
"Please...wait for us Byakko...we're coming to get you back..."
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Almost half of the council strained to look at the new arrival of Glastheim. Byakko silently prostrated before the members of the court, his breathing still and calm. Most of the members were stunned at the resiliency that the boy showed before them.
"Byakko...stand up..." Baphomet ordered the acolyte, who promptly stood at the request of the great demon.
Bringing his scythe to the boy's chin, Baphomet tilted the acolyte's head ever so slightly to observe the remnant ebony tiger markings.
"Yes...it reminds me so of her..." Baphomet murmured as he intently viewed the ciphers.
"So...you're Byakko." Moonlight circled him, purring ever so slightly. "You're cute...can you be my husband?" she teasingly prodded her bell staff onto the boy's chest. Byakko can only ignore her.
"ENOUGH!" Dark Lord intervened. Baphomet stared daggers at him, and Moonlight just stuck her tongue out before returning to her seat." I advise that everyone would their seats as we can start discussing our matters."
"Byakko..." Dark Lord laid his eyes upon the still boy. "For the past few days, we have constantly observed you. Your every activity leads us to accept you, as the new MVP in place of one we have lost..."
Byakko flinched at what he would say.
"Your mother..."
Byakko looked up to the undead.
"Will you accept this role, Byakko? To become the new MVP in place of our dear Sohee Mistress? Will you take on the role, of maintaining the balance between humans and monsters, as prescribed by the Fates itself? Will you accept being born and reborn again to maintain continuity in the wheel of time, no matter how painful it might be?"
"No..."
Dark Lord raised a brow at what Byakko had said. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! SON OF SOHEE MISTRESS?"
"What are you doing?!?! This is for our mother...Are you sure it really is for her? Or is it just to quench your thirst for pain and blood?" Byakko began speaking in two voices. Both Baphomet and Moonlight looked intently at him.
The acolyte knelt with the greatest insecurity, a dark aura enveloping him.
"No...it isn't just for mother and me...it's also for you. I would never forgive those who had provided so much pain for you...brother."
With a flash of light, another body emerged from the kneeling acolyte and stood behind him. It looked like a twin of some sorts.
"I'm...sorry then. We'll do this together, brother." The other helped the kneeling acolyte up. There they saw each other face to face, a perfect replica of one another.
The newly emerged Byakko just encircled his hands onto the other as he laid his head on the other Byakko's back. The three MVP's no doubts were intrigued by what had just happened.
"Dark Lord, I am ready to undergo guidance to fulfill the wish our mother had set before us. Please tell us what to do to prove ourselves worthy in your eyes...and the others..."
Dark Lord took a scroll from the court Sageworm and read out the contents of it.
"Rebelech chera shekem furi obirei obirei kanatravara orikon troika felomela enere trima sorekede framish obiron wecos sumistre trevas. Orkon detremen gracos soriken promio ogira orica vicos."
To take the role of one who had given it up, the applicant must bring the relics of one who had passed away. Only then shall the powers of the past and present be bestowed upon the applicant."
Dark Lord rolled the paper up, before facing the boy again.
"You have your Mother's wish, now the only thing needed is her card. In order for us to commence your transformation, the card is the most important of it all."
Byakko placed his hand on his chin as he began to think about what to do. His twin was still sleeping on his back.
"But for now, I suggest you rest Byakko, Son of Sohee Mistress. We will commence this affair the next day, at the rising of the moon. Dark Illusion will lead you to your sleeping quarters." Dark Lord motioned for his servant to lead the two.
Byakko carried his sleeping twin as they walked the twisted hallways of Glastheim. Dark Illusion had been unwittingly quiet until...
"Byakko...you never told me you had a twin."
Byakko gazed at the face similar to him, somehow amused by it. "Fortunately yes. We shared one body, as we were sealed by the holy powers of the Sanctuary. He was the reason I still kept my sanity when I was still staying in that accursed human world. This Byakko...he was good with people and with supporting me, both in battle and when I feel depressed." Byakko ran a finger into that peaceful face before him.
Dark Illusion ran a smile across his face as he opened a room recently prepared by Alices. Byakko thanked him and proceeded inside. He gingerly laid the sleeping acolyte into the bed, and settled side by side with him.
There, they slept in an embrace of brotherly affection; keeping the cold air out as they felt and shared the warmth of each other.
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Yup, I know it is kinda too short for a wait kinda too long. And I know it isn't up to my standards either. It's dang too short! And no plot either.
That's because I'll be using this chapter as plot hole filler. Right...another pathetic excuse
No, really. Just been busy creating another fic. It's still Ragnarok, but it's dedicated to Loki, the assassin! shame to those who hadn't seen the manga yet
Anyone care to check it out? Don't mind if there is no review for this chapter, I'll be working more on Chapter 9. Still have exams ya' know!
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Chapter 8: Passage through Rite
Only the acolyte's heavy footsteps resounded in the quiet hallways of the ancient fortress that was once Glastheim. He was still in his hallucinated state, eyes half-lidded as he quietly trudged the moldy carpet that led them to the center of upper Glastheim.
Dark Lord and his four servants led the boy towards the great hallway, passing through the Alices that had been cleaning the castle endlessly. Until now, the boy had been unusually quiet, even for his standards...
"Illusion..." Dark Lord raised his finger and called for him. "Tenere koro ga Byakko kurakesen..."
"Illusion, why don't you try talking to the boy..."
Dark Illusion gave a small nod as he swept past his three companions to settle to the boy's side. Placing his hands in his back, he tried striking a conversation with the uninterested boy...
"Byakko..." Dark Illusion started. "...how many months had it been since we last met?"
Byakko gave an intent look at the undead, somehow uninterested to answer back.
"..."
"Illusion...luro sayen phera kagrun tere...Byakko tessen phirma oretesuga..." The acolyte spoke back, his voice stressed and deep.
"Illusion...there is no need to speak in human words...I have found it disgusting in my mouth..."
Dark Illusion gave a startled look at him, but calmly decided to go on with the conversation.
"Byakko fere saiyuu trame Fatari maris...Illusion peretra Byakko tozukaga has num peretreza..."
"So, you know how to speak the tongue of the Forsaken...I doubt you were the one I knew back then..."
Byakko remained quiet, leaving Dark Illusion with the thoughts whether the boy wanted to negate or affirm that question.
"...Illusion ferezen trami orekentra sufura fibreli..."
"...You just don't know how right you are..."
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Shadow just flinched away as Myashka applied some Alcohol onto the wounds of the assassin. Unluckily, the priests and priestesses that had arrived from nearby Prontera were still reviving half of the citizens of Geffen after what happened last night, nobody entertained for their requests of healing. They just found themselves sitting in the bench where they were last night, before it all happened...
"...Oh, I'm sorry if this hurts a bit..." Myashka made a sound of empathy as she dragged the cotton boll across a long gash on Shadow's arm. The assassin had bravely fought against Doppelganger, but poison didn't seem to be just the right element against Ghosts. He earned the gash after the phantom swordsman grazed the edge of his sword into him.
"Its ok..."Shadow just clenched his teeth, the pain stinging into his shoulder as the agonizing sensation crept from the wound. "Still...what hurts me more is what happened to Byakko..."
Myashka packed her First Aid kit, as she replaced them back to her side bag and sat, side by side with the dagger sin.
"I...I think...it was all my fault..." Myashka hung her head in shame, covering her eyes from expressing tears. Shadow just gazed at her with eyes pained with grief as well.
"If I just followed your warning...if we never went close to that pillar...Byakko would have still been here...with us..." The swordswoman fell to the assassin's shoulder, preventing any more restraints as she cried like a child who lost an important thing.
"Don't...don't blame yourself..." Shadow raised the swordswoman's hair-strewn face, holding her up by her chin. "...Dark Lord came and was looking for him in the first place...I don't think it would have stopped him finding Byakko even if we had hid him in any place...so, please...don't blame yourself for any of the things that had happened..." Shadow gave a weak smile as the swordswoman affirmed it too.
"You're right...there's no use crying! It won't help us finding him back...let's go to Glastheim and take him back!" Myashka raised her foot on the bench, fists clenched as she faced the direction of the ominous castle.
Shadow gave a /swt at here. "You do realize that you're still a swordswoman, do you? How do you think will you stand up against the horrors of Glastheim..."
"Then, I'll train harder! I will train harder, until we get Byakko back to us!" Myashka raised her fist in the rising sun. "I will get you back, Byakko..."
Shadow just stood up as he suddenly began talking to a priest that was sitting by the fountain, apparently resting himself after all the resurrections that he had done earlier that morning. After a quick agreement, Shadow handed him two blue gems that he dug up in his pockets; as the priest held one and crushed it in his hand, creating a portal in front of them.
"Ikku, Myashka-kun..." Shadow offered his hand to the swordswoman. "I'm going to help you train..."
Myashka bashfully smiled as she took the sin's hand and let herself be led to the portal in front of them...
"Please...wait for us Byakko...we're coming to get you back..."
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Almost half of the council strained to look at the new arrival of Glastheim. Byakko silently prostrated before the members of the court, his breathing still and calm. Most of the members were stunned at the resiliency that the boy showed before them.
"Byakko...stand up..." Baphomet ordered the acolyte, who promptly stood at the request of the great demon.
Bringing his scythe to the boy's chin, Baphomet tilted the acolyte's head ever so slightly to observe the remnant ebony tiger markings.
"Yes...it reminds me so of her..." Baphomet murmured as he intently viewed the ciphers.
"So...you're Byakko." Moonlight circled him, purring ever so slightly. "You're cute...can you be my husband?" she teasingly prodded her bell staff onto the boy's chest. Byakko can only ignore her.
"ENOUGH!" Dark Lord intervened. Baphomet stared daggers at him, and Moonlight just stuck her tongue out before returning to her seat." I advise that everyone would their seats as we can start discussing our matters."
"Byakko..." Dark Lord laid his eyes upon the still boy. "For the past few days, we have constantly observed you. Your every activity leads us to accept you, as the new MVP in place of one we have lost..."
Byakko flinched at what he would say.
"Your mother..."
Byakko looked up to the undead.
"Will you accept this role, Byakko? To become the new MVP in place of our dear Sohee Mistress? Will you take on the role, of maintaining the balance between humans and monsters, as prescribed by the Fates itself? Will you accept being born and reborn again to maintain continuity in the wheel of time, no matter how painful it might be?"
"No..."
Dark Lord raised a brow at what Byakko had said. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! SON OF SOHEE MISTRESS?"
"What are you doing?!?! This is for our mother...Are you sure it really is for her? Or is it just to quench your thirst for pain and blood?" Byakko began speaking in two voices. Both Baphomet and Moonlight looked intently at him.
The acolyte knelt with the greatest insecurity, a dark aura enveloping him.
"No...it isn't just for mother and me...it's also for you. I would never forgive those who had provided so much pain for you...brother."
With a flash of light, another body emerged from the kneeling acolyte and stood behind him. It looked like a twin of some sorts.
"I'm...sorry then. We'll do this together, brother." The other helped the kneeling acolyte up. There they saw each other face to face, a perfect replica of one another.
The newly emerged Byakko just encircled his hands onto the other as he laid his head on the other Byakko's back. The three MVP's no doubts were intrigued by what had just happened.
"Dark Lord, I am ready to undergo guidance to fulfill the wish our mother had set before us. Please tell us what to do to prove ourselves worthy in your eyes...and the others..."
Dark Lord took a scroll from the court Sageworm and read out the contents of it.
"Rebelech chera shekem furi obirei obirei kanatravara orikon troika felomela enere trima sorekede framish obiron wecos sumistre trevas. Orkon detremen gracos soriken promio ogira orica vicos."
To take the role of one who had given it up, the applicant must bring the relics of one who had passed away. Only then shall the powers of the past and present be bestowed upon the applicant."
Dark Lord rolled the paper up, before facing the boy again.
"You have your Mother's wish, now the only thing needed is her card. In order for us to commence your transformation, the card is the most important of it all."
Byakko placed his hand on his chin as he began to think about what to do. His twin was still sleeping on his back.
"But for now, I suggest you rest Byakko, Son of Sohee Mistress. We will commence this affair the next day, at the rising of the moon. Dark Illusion will lead you to your sleeping quarters." Dark Lord motioned for his servant to lead the two.
Byakko carried his sleeping twin as they walked the twisted hallways of Glastheim. Dark Illusion had been unwittingly quiet until...
"Byakko...you never told me you had a twin."
Byakko gazed at the face similar to him, somehow amused by it. "Fortunately yes. We shared one body, as we were sealed by the holy powers of the Sanctuary. He was the reason I still kept my sanity when I was still staying in that accursed human world. This Byakko...he was good with people and with supporting me, both in battle and when I feel depressed." Byakko ran a finger into that peaceful face before him.
Dark Illusion ran a smile across his face as he opened a room recently prepared by Alices. Byakko thanked him and proceeded inside. He gingerly laid the sleeping acolyte into the bed, and settled side by side with him.
There, they slept in an embrace of brotherly affection; keeping the cold air out as they felt and shared the warmth of each other.
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Yup, I know it is kinda too short for a wait kinda too long. And I know it isn't up to my standards either. It's dang too short! And no plot either.
That's because I'll be using this chapter as plot hole filler. Right...another pathetic excuse
No, really. Just been busy creating another fic. It's still Ragnarok, but it's dedicated to Loki, the assassin! shame to those who hadn't seen the manga yet
Anyone care to check it out? Don't mind if there is no review for this chapter, I'll be working more on Chapter 9. Still have exams ya' know!