DD: Sorry it took so long to update! scurries off to write next chapter
DISCLAIMER: Nope. Nu-uh. Unfortunately
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CHAPTER 12
The layer of smoke had been too thick that night.
Scary, Phoenix reminisces, even more scary with the knowledge that he was the sole cause of that fire, and the hundreds of deaths that had followed.
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It had been too hard to resist. Phoenix knew that now.
The pull of Black Dranzer had been heavy and tempting, calling to him in his dreams, his fantasies, his every waking minute. It was only a matter of time before it became too much. Too extreme.
He had crept down the winding halls of the abbey on a late and frosty night. Groping his way to that large, guarded door. Creeping through, he swiftly made his way to where the blade lay.
Picking it up easily, he gently placed it in the launcher.
Use me child.
I am here.
My power, strength so divine.
Don't resist.
Use me.
And that was all the encouragement that Phoenix needed.
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The flames were enough to swallow a full-grown man whole. Large and scolding, destroying centuries worth of research.
Needless to say, Voltaire Hiwatari was NOT a happy man that night.
He had expected the child to use the bit, but hardly this soon after discovering it, and the facility had been surprised…surprised at the brute power that the bird and boy had when paired.
Ah.
But Phoenix had little to no control over Black Dranzer, and that just wouldn't do.
The boy should've been strong enough by now. He should've had the power to wield it. So what was preventing him from doing so?
Voltaire sat alone for a long fifteen minutes before the answer to this occurred to him.
Immogen.
Doli.
That Tala child too.
Phoenix had to many attachments. Too much to keep him sane, too much to keep him grounded. Well that just wouldn't do. Not at all.
And in Voltaire's eyes, there was but one-way to fix this.
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"Mr. Hiwatari. Master Voltaire wishes you in his office immediately."
Phoenix was shaking.
Hands, legs, mind and heart alike. All quaking from what had been done and what was to be done.
"Boy. Sit."
"Yes Master."
Voltaire had an air about him that day. Six foot tall, black cape smooth, long hair flowing. Intimidating, in a way. Also proud, for Voltaire had always been a man of great pride.
"You used the weapon."
"Yes."
The elder merely nodded.
"You shall be travelling to Japan, living there for as long as I deem it. I shall join you occasionally of course."
Phoenix nodded.
"When am I to leave?"
"Six am. Tomorrow morn."
If the younger was shocked, he didn't show it.
"And Immogen and Doli. What of them?"
"They shall remain here with Rosaliya."
Phoenix merely nodded.
And the next morning, he headed to Japan.
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Sorry that this chapter is so short!
The next one'll be a bit longer, yes?