Alabaster's eyes shot open, a strangled cry barely escaping his lips as his hand covered his mouth and his chest rose from the ground. His breathing was heavy as he looked at their almost pitch-black-covered campsite, the only reason he could barely see anything was his broth- Graecus' red eyes, its red beams staring at his-their sister's prone body. Those red eyes turn towards him, and he felt small as silver slowly bleeds into them.

"Are you okay Alabaster?" Graecus asked, his now sliver eyes tilting to the side, and he didn't know what came over him but he suddenly felt small, minuscule. Alabaster hated his brother and yes his father naming him the heir did abate the hate somewhat but looking at his brother, being in his very presence right now was disconcerting, confusing, and weird. His head felt as if it was knocked about by one of the automation, and his vision blurred but disappeared. His left hand remained unresponsive as he stumbled away, his heart racing as he ignored Graecus' calls.

He didn't know why he left the campsite. He believed that it was because of his brother. All of a sudden, his vision cleared and he found himself sprawled on the floor, stones digging into his skin and his fingers twitching. A small, pitiful cry escaped his lips as he tried to push himself up with one hand with extreme difficulty. Up above, the moon watched his body shake with fury as he crawled unto something soft, and cold. Cool liquid ran down his palm as he pushed himself off the cold thing, and gasped as he saw what he used as a tool to help himself up.

It was his father's corpse. It was grey and its head was on a cheek, its lifeless eyes staring at the slab of concrete. The gold watch glinted in the moonlight as too did the shield, covered in dirt as it was.

Alabaster numbly watched his father's pale body and the sea of blood that it rested upon. His knees quaked from upholding his body. His eyes constantly drooped and arose as he took his father's watch and strapped it around his wrist. With a pulse of magic, the sword sprung outwards. He spun it between his fingers, a small smile appearing on his face before the blade sliced at his nose. Alabaster stumbled, the blade clattering to the ground as he rubbed his bleeding nose. He hissed as he squeezed his nose, his warm blood mixing with his father's cold as the blade came a little too close to his feet as clattered. With a final squeeze and a mutter, Alabaster released his slightly bleeding nose and picked up his father's sword, the blade now covered with dust and blood as he brought it into the air.

Looking at the sword, he theorized that this was the sword that his father fought with for years. A sword of Rome, A centurion's blade. This blade, was his father's legacy, just like he was. The wind tousled his hair. It glinted in the moonlight, revealing three pairs of hungry red eyes and three jaws filled with yellow teeth as they moved with seemingly no bodies. Alabaster turn slowly, the tip of his sword pointing to the floor as he faced the glowing eyes ambling towards him. He heard their snarls and watched their eyes before they vanished.

GET DOWN! Without pause he dropped to the floor, his hair billowing in the wind as for a brief moment, the moonlight disappeared and he smelled dried blood, piss and faeces.

TO YOUR LEFT! He twisted, his sword pointing to his left and extended as he watched the eyes get closer and closer. A growl was his only warning, alongside the pressure of his blade stabbing into something before the eyes disappeared.

GET UP, SOLDIER! With little difficulty, he got to his knees, his sword held in reverse grip as he eyed the red eyes circling him. ON YOUR FEET CHILD OF ROME! Slowly he stood on his feet, just in time to raise his blade into rows of teeth that disappeared upon contact with the blade.

TURN AND STAB! He spun his blade slicing into something sturdy as he shot past the eyes. He stumbled as the sturdy thing he sliced into(Which he was slowly beginning to think was the monster's flesh) disappeared with a whine and a howl.

AGAIN! TURN AND STAB! He followed and his blade once more cut into the sturdy thing before it disappeared.

DUCK AND ROLL TO YOUR LEFT! He followed the orders to a T, the moon briefly disappearing as he winced, and brought the blade up, slicing into the sturdy thing before it disappeared.

BEHIND YOU! He tried to dodge but the fatigue from yesterday caught up to him, and he was too slow. Something slammed into his left side and he cried out, his blade spinning into the air alongside him. He coughed, air leaving his lungs as he slammed into the floor. Instantly he rolled and felt dirt land on him and angry snarls filling the clearing. He pulled inwards and directed his magic to his muscles and his eyes. Now seeing the outlines, he brought up his fist and tried to smash it into the hound's face, but it disappeared once more. Snarls echoed and he spun wildly, his eyes flicking left to right as blue rings surrounded his wrist.

Feet spread apart, and eyes holding a star-like pattern, his only abled hand came towards his chest, all fingers, but his index curled.

A hound struck from behind while the others circled, tearing into his unsuspectingly tensed back.

He spun and chopped the lunging hound's neck. It faded through the floor as the others snarled and lunged. He directed his magic to the rings as he leapt over a hound's body, his useless arm flailing in the air, before he landed, and smashed his fist into the reappearing hound's side. It whined as sounds of breaking concrete echoed throughout the dark.

The moon began its descent, with Alabaster slamming into the ground with a hound towering over him, its teeth digging into his shoulder. His only abled hand scraped into concrete as he cried out before his hand was clamped between two jaws, blood dripping from it. He shook and screamed as once again jaws bit into his shoulder blade. Tears leaked from his eyes as the pressure above him lessened but felt teeth digging into his back and legs. His hand was freed and he screamed as a hound dug into his unwounded shoulder, his hand digging into its snout in an attempt to pry it off. His free foot repeatedly smashed into a hound's underbelly to no effect.

He cried as the hounds ripped flesh from his body. Snarls echoed from the clearing as the hellhounds bit into his thighs over and over again. Black dots danced in his vision, and he uttered nary a sound as his arm was enveloped by jaws much larger than a great white's.

'Someone please,' Alabaster begged deliriously as the hounds pulled him from left to right, the stones digging into his back and tearing his clothes. 'Save me.'

"OI!" Suddenly, the hellhounds exploded into gold dust. His hand flopped to the floor, and his legs twitched at their sudden freedom. Ever so slowly, Alabaster's head turned, until his cheek touched the debris. He inhaled, his chest rising as small but rough hands dug beneath his neck and legs.

"I got you, I got you," said the voice of Graecus and Alabaster stiffened before he groan in pain. His brother huffed, his long, always messy red hair and red eyes with three dots looked at his brother's bleeding face as the sun's rays pierced the darkness of the night. Graecus rose with the sun chariot, taking Alabaster's bleeding body with him as they returned to their campsite.

POV-Graecus

-You have barely rested!

-Kidney and heart healed!

-Thigh healed!

-Spear of Achilles returned to your inventory

-Bleeding status removed.

Mission success!

Mission: Save Alabaster. (Sucess)

Side Missions: Save Alabaster with no damage to your person. (Success)

Save Alabaster before he receives any injury. (Failed)

Rewards: 300 EXP

Gently, I placed the bleeding child on the floor, before I tore my already ruined sweater further. The winds barely whispered as I used the strips of my sweater as bandages, wrapping them around his arm and legs tightly. 'That'll do it.' I thought as I nodded at my handy work. I watched as the sun rose, its rays like waves in the eyes of my Sharingan.

Initialising…

Perk: Moonchild removed

Perk: The Darth removed.

All stats have been returned to what they were previously.

Sharingan deactivated.

I exhaled, as I glanced at Alabaster, and Diana, and slowly cradled her in my arms as blood ran down her eyes. She whimpered as I leaned on the tree.

"It's alright," I whispered as I stroked her hair. "It's alright," I looked up, my eyes meeting the eyes of my stalker. It cawed as it flapped its wings, its body appearing small as it ascended into the clouds.

I blinked, as Alabaster suddenly disappeared in a flash of blue.

Alabaster POV

He walked towards his father's body, and as he lowers the blade to his wrist, he stares at his father's body, as vultures circled above it. He stares and he remembers the pain, the lightning, the torn muscles, the broken bones. He remembers the nods and the smiles. He remembers the broken sobbing in his father's room, where he wasn't supposed to be. The tussling of his hair when he defeated the automation for the first time. The broken whispers of 'Danny, I'm so sorry.' The muffled screams at night. When his father used to throw him up in the air, the winds made him fly across the room. All these memories that rushed back to him revealed to him a truth.

His father was a broken man. His father was broken by New Rome. No wonder he wouldn't live in it. The things he did, the horrors he'd seen, all for Rome. Alabaster stood alert, his index finger touching his forehead as he said the words he remembered his father uttered once in his sleep. "I salute you father." He whispered. "I salute you and I will avenge you,"

He picked up the shield that lay buried beneath the dust, dirt and concrete, and slung it over his shoulder. With a final glance at his father's corpse, he walked away, toward his remaining family.

Diana' sat on a stone, nibbling on some berries as Graecus covered what remained of her eyes with a piece of his shirt, a small assortment of fruits and can foods laid before them. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a bag and watched as it graciously accepted the fruits and tin food. Graecus raised his head and watched, his eyes turning red as he faced him. "What are you doing?" He questioned and Alabaster paused, his hand snatching an apple and biting into it as the bag closed and slowly wrapped around his abled shoulder.

"We have to get to New Rome," He said quietly as he continued his packing. "It's not safe here anymore. The wards are destroyed and the monsters have our scent. New Rome is a few days away we can get there faster if we move now, that way we cut down the chances of being attacked by stronger monsters-"

"No, what are you doing?" His brother asked as he brought an apple to Diana's mouth and urged her to chew. Slowly she bit into it, her hands touching Greacus searchingly before it grasped the apple. "We just fought a hellhound pack, the Lamia herself, and another hellhound pack nighttime. We're running on fumes Alabaster, we need time to rest and recover, Diana needs rest to recover-"

"I don't, I rested quite fine last night," Diana uttered as the apple core dropped from her hand. Alabaster nodded and continued to pack. "I'm ready for movement sir," She said as she stumbled to her feet. Alabaster nodded and hoisted the bag upon his shoulder before turning to the confused greek.

"We have protocols for situations like this Graecus," Alabaster said as he rolled his shoulder, the tins jostling. "Protocol five-one-seven says that if the base is destroyed, we head towards New Rome post-haste," Graecus nodded, before pointing out. "I understand your protocols but we all need rest-"

"We need safety," Alabaster said before he none so subtly glanced at Diana. "And we need it now. Diana's blind in case you haven't noticed and I'm disabled. With how we are now, we can't fight off another hellhound pack without losing someone in the process. We can't fight any monster without someone dying," With his piece said he grabbed Diana's hand and turned to his…brother. "As a greek, you are not permitted to enter New Rome but, I pray you good luck on your journey in the world," His brother looked at him in confusion, and he gripped Diana's hand tightly as he steadily forced the magic into one teleportation pattern. "What? No, I'm coming with you-"

"No," He said firmly as he fed magic into the sigil, the ground beneath him and Diana glowing a noble gold. "You are not."

The sigil beneath them flared and suddenly they stood not before a greek, not before their ruined house, not in a toppled forest with their surprised greek brother reaching out, but in a noble forest in which trees stood tall, whose animals fled from the sudden appearance of alpha predators. Diana stumbled and collapsed on the floor, her eyelids leaking blood as she writhed in pain.

"Love can easily turn to hate," A beautiful goddess said as she watched the two children, a malicious gleam in her ever-changing eyes. "Care, into negligence. Respect, into malice." Her pouty lips quirked, and with her eyes filled with malice, she waved her hand. "Sometimes, the curse of the parents must fall to the children."

Alabaster looked at her, and a seed of disgust filled him at the sight of her. Her well-toned body was on the grass, her arms and legs sporting spiteful purple and angry red bruises. He nudged her with his boot, his lips set into a snarl as he uttered. "Diana get up, we need to move," Blood slid from her cheeks and unto a leaf before it sunk into the earth

"Vengeance must be distributed."

Howls filled the forest clearing. Hisses echoed throughout the trees. The very earth felt as if it was shaking as the clopping of hooves reached their ears. Alabaster, now wreathed in red grabbed his sister and ran. Howls and giggles followed him.

He leapt over a fallen trunk, just as brittle arrows sunk right into it. He held onto Diana tightly as the branches whipped him and tore his clothes. His feet were a constant pitter-patter on the earth as an arrow sailed past him, leaving an angry red line on his cheek as he leapt, the wind carrying them down the precarious slope harshly

"Brother of the Chaos spawn. She who is hunted by the Fairest Lady…" Were the whispers Alabaster heard as they slammed through a window, the winds howling at them as they lay sprawled on the wooden floor.

"Spawn of Trivia, My Lady have no qualms with you. If you relieve yourself of the Child of Chaos, no harm will come to you on this day, and you will receive letters of Recommendation for the bravery you showed this past week. This is an offer from the Fairest. Stay and die with her, or leave and serve gloriously. Consider this her enticement,"

Alabaster looked at the ceiling, his arm no longer hurting. He raised his hand wonderfully, his chest raising and lowering quickly as his sweat dripped unto the floor. With a grunt, he looked at his sister, who crawled into a dusty sack and coughed. He looked at her…

And sneered.

He pushed himself up and looked at her, his brows furrowed as he stepped looked out the window. Wolves that reached his head looked back at him, as he slowly climbed out the window. They nodded, their pink fur moving in the wind as a portal opened out before him. "A fine choice," One said, a small bag hanging from his jaw before he dropped it into his waiting palm. The pack nudged him towards the portal. "Go and serve loyally. Ave!"

"Hail!"

He stepped into the portal and saw the river with two guards, pilium in hand. He stepped through the river and as they eyed him he puffed up his chest.

"I am Alabaster Torrington, Son of Julius Torrington and I am here to serve," He said as he handed them the papers. One pulled the letters towards him and after reading it, quirked a brow. "A little too wordy but it seems legit. Come let's get you sorted out,"

AN:

Got the urge to just delete this SINCE I DID NOT LIKE THIS CHAPTER AT ALL, but then how else was I gonna kill Diana?

That's what you get for telling me your favourite character!

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