The Demon Lord, Haruko-Chapter Twenty- Five
The air chilled Aaron's face as he watched the group strap their belongings and equipment to the horses.
The sheriff had allowed them to keep the horses, saying that Drifters always needed quick transportation.
"So, are you going to come with us?"
Aaron turned to see Jet standing behind him. "No, I have a few matters I need to handle. Besides, it feels right."
Jet crossed his arms. "Whatever, as long as you're not throwing crap in my face."
Aaron smiled. "Funny, you say you're not the real Jet, but you still have that sarcastic personality."
"I don't think I'm-. Jet was cut short as Aaron had already taken a few steps outside of the town. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around. "Until we meet again..." he muttered.
Jet shrugged and walked over to Clive.
"Are we ready to go?"
Clive looked up at him. "I believe we are. Our allies have yet to awaken."
Jet sighed. "Gee, don't they have an idea of what dawn means? It's when the sun comes up."
Jet plopped down on the bench beside Clive.
Jet leaned his head on one of his arms, trying to regain some lost, meaningless team. He had been the one to risk his life most of the time. "I can't believe they can't even wake up early. They all fell like logs when it wasn't even that dark. I went to bed like three hours later," he thought aloud.
Clive glanced at him. "Perhaps, it is strange, but nothing to dwell over. We'll just have to work with our new schedule."
Jet sighed. Almost amazingly, he felt like speaking to Clive for some reason. The silence was eerie, and it felt much too cold.
"Can you feel it? That intense feeling filled with dread. It's evil," Clive stated glancing at his comrade.
Jet glanced upwards. "So, this emptiness is evil?"
Clive nodded. "Not exactly, but it holds evil, I can feel it. Normally, most people are not keen to outside forces. However, when they are strong enough, our minds can feel, even interact. You see, Jet, evil is not just killing, or anything else. We all have some evil within us, mostly because it is essential. Without it, we wouldn't hold any darkness, but at the same moment, what does it help to hold good in our hearts?"
Jet thought for a moment about this. "So, if there's no evil, there's no good. But that would just make evil."
Clive nodded. "There can't be one without the other. Good would just sprout again. But you see, evil can be anything. Two young boys fighting, stealing, it all amounts to evil."
Jet closed his eyes. "So, we need evil." Clive nodded. "Yes. Some people would rather not accept the fact and try to focus on the better things, however, you cannot avoid it forever; we all need to see it if we ever want to live peacefully. But the truth is, we might have peace, but darkness would still dwell in the hearts of men. So, evil can never truly be destroyed, for each one of us would be incomplete without it."
Clive stopped for a moment, taking in a thought. "The same for good."
Jet opened his eyes and glanced at the ground. "You have it good Clive, you have a family. You have a reason to live. I'm not sure if I do."
Clive glanced at Jet. "I'm sure you'll find it. I'm also sure you could acquire a family as well."
Jet chuckled at the thought. "Whatever, don't have time for trivial matters like that."
Jet glanced at Clive. "You know, I'm gonna miss you Clive."
"I you."
A few hours later, the group set out. Todd was able to ride his own horse this time.
A few hours passed as the group traveled, however, no tower was found.
The group stopped. "What the Hell are we looking for?!" Gallows shouted. Jet remained silent, thinking. "Haruko said it would be hard to find..."
Jet winced. "Hey, any of you notice that it's hotter here?"
Jet jumped off his horse and felt the ground. "Steam. It's like there's a whole lot of steam under here."
Clive did the same, nodding after a moment. "Yes, it feels extremely humid here, and yes, I can feel the heat. It's as if a pocket of steam resides under here. However, I can feel it rising."
Suddenly, the plateau shook, forcing the two to step aside as a massive rush of air bursted from the rock.
"Can you feel that? It's steam, rising up," Jet stated. Clive looked upwards. "Something must be attracting the steam."
Jet nodded and looked up, noticing a black cloud. It was not completely black, but darker than the rest, hardly noticeable. However, Jet remembered seeing that same cloud the day before.
"It's up in the sky, Saint's Tower. It's up in the sky."
Clive noticed the cloud as well. "Yes, I can feel the steam heading to that point, but how are we to reach it?"
The air chilled Aaron's face as he watched the group strap their belongings and equipment to the horses.
The sheriff had allowed them to keep the horses, saying that Drifters always needed quick transportation.
"So, are you going to come with us?"
Aaron turned to see Jet standing behind him. "No, I have a few matters I need to handle. Besides, it feels right."
Jet crossed his arms. "Whatever, as long as you're not throwing crap in my face."
Aaron smiled. "Funny, you say you're not the real Jet, but you still have that sarcastic personality."
"I don't think I'm-. Jet was cut short as Aaron had already taken a few steps outside of the town. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around. "Until we meet again..." he muttered.
Jet shrugged and walked over to Clive.
"Are we ready to go?"
Clive looked up at him. "I believe we are. Our allies have yet to awaken."
Jet sighed. "Gee, don't they have an idea of what dawn means? It's when the sun comes up."
Jet plopped down on the bench beside Clive.
Jet leaned his head on one of his arms, trying to regain some lost, meaningless team. He had been the one to risk his life most of the time. "I can't believe they can't even wake up early. They all fell like logs when it wasn't even that dark. I went to bed like three hours later," he thought aloud.
Clive glanced at him. "Perhaps, it is strange, but nothing to dwell over. We'll just have to work with our new schedule."
Jet sighed. Almost amazingly, he felt like speaking to Clive for some reason. The silence was eerie, and it felt much too cold.
"Can you feel it? That intense feeling filled with dread. It's evil," Clive stated glancing at his comrade.
Jet glanced upwards. "So, this emptiness is evil?"
Clive nodded. "Not exactly, but it holds evil, I can feel it. Normally, most people are not keen to outside forces. However, when they are strong enough, our minds can feel, even interact. You see, Jet, evil is not just killing, or anything else. We all have some evil within us, mostly because it is essential. Without it, we wouldn't hold any darkness, but at the same moment, what does it help to hold good in our hearts?"
Jet thought for a moment about this. "So, if there's no evil, there's no good. But that would just make evil."
Clive nodded. "There can't be one without the other. Good would just sprout again. But you see, evil can be anything. Two young boys fighting, stealing, it all amounts to evil."
Jet closed his eyes. "So, we need evil." Clive nodded. "Yes. Some people would rather not accept the fact and try to focus on the better things, however, you cannot avoid it forever; we all need to see it if we ever want to live peacefully. But the truth is, we might have peace, but darkness would still dwell in the hearts of men. So, evil can never truly be destroyed, for each one of us would be incomplete without it."
Clive stopped for a moment, taking in a thought. "The same for good."
Jet opened his eyes and glanced at the ground. "You have it good Clive, you have a family. You have a reason to live. I'm not sure if I do."
Clive glanced at Jet. "I'm sure you'll find it. I'm also sure you could acquire a family as well."
Jet chuckled at the thought. "Whatever, don't have time for trivial matters like that."
Jet glanced at Clive. "You know, I'm gonna miss you Clive."
"I you."
A few hours later, the group set out. Todd was able to ride his own horse this time.
A few hours passed as the group traveled, however, no tower was found.
The group stopped. "What the Hell are we looking for?!" Gallows shouted. Jet remained silent, thinking. "Haruko said it would be hard to find..."
Jet winced. "Hey, any of you notice that it's hotter here?"
Jet jumped off his horse and felt the ground. "Steam. It's like there's a whole lot of steam under here."
Clive did the same, nodding after a moment. "Yes, it feels extremely humid here, and yes, I can feel the heat. It's as if a pocket of steam resides under here. However, I can feel it rising."
Suddenly, the plateau shook, forcing the two to step aside as a massive rush of air bursted from the rock.
"Can you feel that? It's steam, rising up," Jet stated. Clive looked upwards. "Something must be attracting the steam."
Jet nodded and looked up, noticing a black cloud. It was not completely black, but darker than the rest, hardly noticeable. However, Jet remembered seeing that same cloud the day before.
"It's up in the sky, Saint's Tower. It's up in the sky."
Clive noticed the cloud as well. "Yes, I can feel the steam heading to that point, but how are we to reach it?"