Well, we're to chapter eight and everything's moving along nicely c: I'm still trying to put in some work on my other works like my DGM AU and my KH stories.

But luckily for this one, I have chapters already written out. Like I have five chapters already written prior to posting any one chapter. So when I post this one, I'll already have chapter 13 being written
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Chapter Eight

Twin Broches


The next morning, I left before anybody got up. The sun was barely noticeable in the horizon by the time I left for the west regions.

From what Break had told me, in these parts of the west there is a desert dwelling tribe. It mostly consisted of women with the exception of the one young male that had been born there. He was the one that called for Pandora's help. Apparently, their high priestess had gone missing after going to a pilgrimage to their sacred ruins.

It took a while for me to reach the nearest city but then it was utter hell getting to their land. I had to travel on horseback through the harsh sandstorms. But once there, I took in the view of their humble abode. It seemed to be like an Arabian village but much more secluded and specific to a female population.

I halted the horse once we stood upon a bridge that didn't seem stable enough for a full horse to cross. Underneath the bridge was a river and what looked to be a good forty feet fall to it. Yeah, I ain't taking chances with that one. Getting off the horse, I gather my bag and cross cautiously only to be met on the other side by a couple of guards. They were dressed in quite a unique style, more than likely to be better acclimated for the weather than for style purposes.

"Stop right there. What is your business here?" one asked brusquely with a purple veil hiding the bottom half of her face. Her upper face though was nothing short from beautiful for it was very well tanned and her eyes gorgeously painted in make-up. Her upper body was dressed in the same purple color on a strapless crop top with gold embroidery and had the same color pants that were very puffy on the ends. Cool style, but not for me.

"I come from the organization of Pandora. I was sent here regarding the case of your priestess," I proclaim and stand tall trying to be as intimidating as them.

The other guard dressed very similarly, came to the other and whispered to each other. Once done, the first gave me a curt nod. "Please follow me, I shall guide you to the village."

I thank them and follow behind her while the other takes care of my horse but stays behind. Once in the village, I thought at how much different this whole place was. The girls all around were very much alike the other two, their clothing somewhat different but just as acclimated for the weather. They also had a lot of weapons around, that I didn't miss.

We came across the sandy landscape and came to a building were another woman was inside sitting in a grand room. Almost like a court for hearings.

An ebony-haired woman with gold eyes came down from her chair and towards me. With a wave of her hand towards the girl beside me, she dismissed her. My guide bowed down and left the room without another word.

"You must be the agent sent by Pandora." The woman held a very nice posture to her. Her attire was a bit more concealing. She wore a single piece dress that barely reached her thighs and was strapless with her shoulders and arms covered by a very short, long-sleeved bolero. She also had small slip on shoes and her hair was pinned up in a tidy bun with a couple of bangs curving around her face.

Her eyes glanced down at me and she smiled while holding out her hand. "My name's Visulle. I appreciate that you have come so far for us. All of us are truly thankful about this task you have taken."

Shaking her hand, I returned the smile to her before speaking. "I was told that an anonymous requester had called for our help."

"That was my lord," she pronounced putting a finger to her cheek. "But he had matters to attend to so I was left here to deal with this issue."

"So where are these ruins?" I asked trying to get to the point.

"Ah yes, you must be in quite a hurry to get this done." Visulle came up close to a big chest and took out a pile of clothing that was more proper for the weather. "You might want to change into these. It will be easier for you to be in these while you're here." I took the change of clothes while she guided me to the next room to change.

Once I was done, I came out with Visulle who started showing me a map of where the ruins would be.

"Great," I called out adjusting my cloak. "I'll head there right away."

"We will," Visulle corrected and followed behind me.

"Excuse me?"

"Any ruins located in the desert are very hard to find except for those who have been there before. This is my home village and I have been to the ruins before." Her explanation was short but straight to the point. "It will be much better than going alone."

I finally sighed and nodded at her. Once the sunset came, we headed out. The sandstorms had subsided and all that was left to deal with was the heat that, despite it being nighttime, was still quite scorching.

"We're here." Visulle and I stopped at the steps of the rundown ruins. "These are the ruins that the priestess visited. She's been missing for four days now and since her disappearance monsters have been appearing from this general area." We both entered to the grand entranceway that was filled with lighted torches. Visulle came up to one and took it, handing it to me while taking another. She waved her torch towards the entrance archway straight ahead, "The purification stage is over that way and down the stairway. I cannot accompany you there but it should be easy to find your way."

"You're not coming?" I asked her curious.

"I cannot, it is against the village's religion. Only the high priestess may go there but seeing as you are not of our people, there shouldn't be a problem."

I give her a curt nod and start to head towards the area she called the purification stage. Once inside, the stairway downward began. It was a spiraling staircase that kept going down and down. It seemed very dark and musky down here and the lower I got the muskier it got.

After what appeared to be countless of stairs, I finally arrived to a round room of great scale. It was dark and I couldn't see anything beyond the light of my torch. For a second I only heard the crackling of the torch's flame but the moment I stopped to really listen I heard something peculiar. It sounded...like metal, and it was coming from somewhere in the room.

I deduced where the noise originated from and without a second thought threw my torch towards its general direction. For seconds all I heard was the distinctive clanking of the wooden torch as it bounced a few meters and stopped. But it didn't take long for the light to illuminate what I had heard.

It was a hefty armor and it seemed to be carrying a huge axe on its back. But it didn't seem to move at all.

"An armor?" My voice was not anything above a whisper but it seemed to reverberate in the grand empty room made of stone.

"That's right."

The sudden voice that echoed across the stone made me jump as the torches along the room's walls began lighting by themselves. Specially because of how deep it sounded. The heavy echo didn't let me locate the person but I had more pressing issues to attend to when I heard the metal clanking again.

Turning towards the armor, I saw as it began to move. It reached over for its axe and held it before itself with both hands. Without warning, it charged at me rather slowly.

It gave me plenty of time to jump back when it swung its axe down at me. The axe itself got stuck in the ground with me out of the way.

"Excelion." I caught the medallions in my palms just as it brought the weapon out of the stone floor. I charged at it and jumped over its back. A pounded it from behind with momentum bringing it to its knees and landed safely a few feet behind it. At turning around, though, it hadn't been done with as I thought but instead had only a few pieces of it's armor fall down.

It rose and spun on its heels and came towards me with its axe once more, this time a lot quicker. It barely gave me time to call for Seiren. The sash encircle me in a half sphere of clothing that saved me from the axe that could have hit my head. I crouched out of the way when it attempted to hit me a second time. I felt the medallions that had changed their letters from X to V.

When the axe got stuck another time, I called out for another weapon. "Hades!" The medallions disappeared from the palms of my hands and in their stead two, twin kukri blades appeared. The tip of each blade was cleanly cut off and on each blade were the letters XII.

I figured a long time ago that I fought much better with two large blades than a single one. So with this I skirted the large armor and slashed it's helmet off from behind. But at turning to look at it, I noticed that no head was in it.

Had I cut the head off too? I glanced towards the helmet and saw no head inside of it. There was really no head in there. Turning to the armor once more, I saw it fall down and the armor vanish but leaving no body behind.

"Well, isn't that awful." The voice boomed, echoing through all the stone walls. It was still hiding somewhere I couldn't tell. Yet that voice...it held a very thick accent. But it wasn't the kind that shattered a voice. This voice...it was lilting and calming and...familiar. "Toys aren't to be broken so easily."

A small tremor came making me turn about to notice that a wall directly across from the entrance had opened up leading to another, darkened room. Clicking my tongue in frustration, I make one of Hades' blades disappear for a minute while I call, "Legion."

In my free right hand, the usual spear comes to my palm. I take aim towards the room ahead and throw it. It flies true and when it hits whatever is inside, I hear the distinctive clank of metal. Then more noise as another armor comes forth from the darkened room. Having Legion vanish, I take Hades' other blade once more and head for the armor.

I had no intention of playing around this time and headed straight for it. At raising it's axe, I took a jump and roundhouse kicked it out of its hands before leaping once more and cutting the heavy armor in half with Hades' double-edged blades.

Safely landing behind it, I got up and turned to find the armor on its knees and parts falling again. This time, however, it didn't just vanish and it left me wide-eyed.

"Well, she turned out to be a good source of information." I could barely hear the voice of the bastard that did this. I ran over to the girl's body that now laid limp after having been inside that full-bodied armor. Checking her vitals, I sighed at feeling a faint but stable beating. "A useful weapon too. Her heightened preternatural powers made her more susceptible giving me enough of an entryway to 'adjust' her mind." He gave a little chuckle at the one word, as if having controlled her was fun. Picking her up, I took her to the nearest wall to rest while I dealt with this asshole.

"Come out already, you coward!" I bellow at the top of my lungs in a dumb attempt to draw whoever was out there. From the darkened room, a somewhat tall figure approached from the shadows. Once the torchlight hit his figure, I could clearly make out the red cloak that he was clad in. Of course it had to be. "Baskerville..." I muttered through gritted teeth and held Hades tightly in my palms.

I couldn't see his face because, even with his hood up, the part of his face that was partially visible was masked. He spread his hands outward, invitingly, "Guilty." That same lilt was now more noticeable than ever now that I had him face-to-face. His head turned slightly towards the priestess and I followed him, keeping her as much out of view as possible. "She is no longer of any use to me. Whatever she knew on this land's lord, I have taken from her. Torture has never been a fad of mine but with this one it couldn't be helped."

"You bastard!"

His head hung low for a second before coming to face the door that led outside. At seeing him take a step towards it, I sidestepped to stand in his way with only feet separating us.

"Leave me be if you don't want harm to come towards either of you."

"How gentlemanly," I say snidely while twirling both blades into place. "But I disagree with that. If anybody's going to get hurt it's you if you take another step towards that door. I'll be taking you back with me to Pandora. It's up to you whether it'll be consciously or not."

"I mean what I say. But if you insist on intervening then I have no choice." He let out that last part with a tired sigh but right after I heard a very distinctive sound I recognized: the swishing of metal being drawn out.

But before I could even react, he had leaped out from his prior stand and had launched at me. I had just enough time to leap back letting him catch a tad of my right arm and all of my cloak in some kind of blade. Quickly cutting the latch off with one of the kukri blades, I let it be snatched off from me and give myself some good distance away. I twirled to face him, ready if he were to attack but only watched his back. He glanced at the cloak the three blades in his hands held but brushed his arm away, letting the cloth fall to the ground. At him doing this, I finally got a glance at the weapon he'd used.

Tiger claws, and they were mounted on both his hands on gauntlets. What made my breath hitch, though, was what I thought I saw on the plates on the back of the gauntlets. Not having time to think about my shock, I leap back when he charges at me to attack once more. I avoid it and instead let go of Hades.

I can't fight close-range with him, not with how fast he is. Instead, I resort to another method. "Achlys!" In my hands, I feel the handle of the bullwhip form and know that the orichalcum thong spread out before me. The thong itself longer than a normal whip, lashes out when I whisk it out, the noise to a minimum because instead of the popper it has a pointed, diamond-shaped end. Resting my pinky on the back of the knot, I feel the carved out letters VIII.

Without wasting a beat, I whisk it his way when he charged once more my way and wrap it around his raised left hand. Once latched on, I hold my ground and whirl him towards the wall. He crashes forcefully with it making some fall out even and lots of sand and debris to fill the air. I hold onto Achlys while covering my nose and mouth with my forearm.

I hear swooshing but am too late to counter anything when I feel the biggest pain on the left side of my body. Crashing into the wall, I can't seem to concentrate on either of the two wounds that were caused. I get up but barely, while holding my left side. Damn, it hurts too much. If anything my ribs were probably broken.

As the debris begins to dissipate, I see him standing languidly with an over-sized ebony warhammer over his right shoulder. This time I know I'm not imaging it. It was carved in gold on side of the hammer, the letters III.

"A...Last Hour?" I groan under my breath through my pain. Shit, it was getting a little harder to breath each time.

"This?" He glanced over his shoulder to the hammer and came back to me. "Yes, it's the Third Hour: Ares. Surely you've known for sometime that you aren't their only bearer."

I've known but after a whole year of looking I never found one clue about their whereabouts. The ones that were connected to Chronos and I. "You're Lacrimosa's contractor."

"That I am," he answered simply laying his armed hand down letting the warhammer disappear. Out of nowhere, his head jerked to the side and I thought I heard a low groan. "Regardless of that, I'm afraid we must bid our farewells."

"N-No!" I call out barely audible. I decided, though, that I couldn't let him escape now more than ever. Ignoring the pain as much as I humanly could, I ran up to him and leaped over to land between the door and him. "Like I said, you're not leaving."

"I cannot stay a second longer here. So if you insist I will have to take you down." He raised his right hand to the level of his shoulder, "Christ." In his palm a small ball of light came to it before forming a basket hilt sword. On the hilt was the letter I carved in ebony on the silver and gold hilt with intricate patterns.

"The First Hour..." I muttered holding onto one of Hades' blades with my left hand and holding my side with the right. I discarded the shocked look I knew I had and stood my ground.

He only seemed to stare for a few seconds before sighing. Quickly after, he raised the basket hilt sword and charged at me without me noticing. I failed to see him coming and it cost me. I felt his sword pierce my left side, the same one he had hit before. I even felt him draw it back and my body falling aside. Shit, I didn't have anymore strength!

"Different from what you may think, not all of us are the same. Which is why I will spare you here, but only this once. Don't expect to get this fortunate if we meet in the future." He made Christ disappear and began walking about languidly almost as if not wanting to.

No. I can't let him leave. I...have a promise to keep!

"Let me help you."

At hearing that soothing voice, I felt a pair of gloved hands cover my eyes. They felt...warm.

"I will assist you this once and only because there is something here you must see. For the meantime, rest. Let Chronos take this time out of your hands."

And before I knew it—and could even help it— I fell asleep.


The boy stopped in mid walk only to look over his shoulder for a brief second. But his little distraction gave his attacker enough time to dig a spear onto his shoulder. Jumping back, he pulled it out and only stared at Claire, who, despite her injuries, was standing as if nothing.

"How?" he groaned under the great pain in his shoulder. "You shouldn't be—"

"It's not her, lad." The voice that had spoken was Claire's but it was mixed with a much deeper one. A male's voice. At raising her head, the boy gasped at noticing Claire's eyes had changed from her dark, metallic blue to a swirling mercury color. They were daunting at worst.

"Chronos..." he pronounced with the same lilt in his voice. "Taking control over her without permission. Won't she be cross at you for it?"

"She was agonizing thanks to you," Chronos responded in that same mixed voice. "Now, thanks to him, I get to repay the favor tenfold." Claire twirled her hand and with that one of Hades' blades appeared. Without missing a beat, she had launched at the boy hurting him once more, this time on his right arm. Before he even had a chance to compose himself, Claire drew out Achlys, "Not so fast, lad!" Catching him by his already injured arm, Claire flung him across the room onto one of the walls. Achlys disappeared from her hands while the debris and sand dispersed into a cloud for a couple of minutes. "Feel like giving up yet?"

The answer that came, though, were a pair of knives that she evaded with a quick side step. The knives themselves stuck to the wall behind her. The blades, Chronos knew, were no longer than his palm but were three fingers thick while the hilts were almost nonexistent with a single finger thick. The five were identical and he knew where they had come from.

The Fourth Hour, Erebos. "So you've decided to come out and chat, dearie?"

From the cloud of debris came the Baskerville boy but instead of limping and hurting like Chronos knew he should be, he was standing up just find and was holding in his uninjured hand a European hand fan of red orichalcum embroidery but in between the two sides of material was the deadly contraption that held those tiny knives. Another five sprouted from it giving it its spiked look once more.

"Well, sweetheart—" the boy's voice was heavily mixed with the voice of a woman. Hers sounded just as lilting as the boy's and Chronos', yet a bit higher and more indulging. "How about we both stop playing around and let the children resolve this on their own?"

"Now there's the problem, you see." Chronos spoke pointing a hand at the possessed boy— or simply Lacrimosa. "I cannot let her die, just like you the lad."

"True," Lacrimos agreed and held the fan to hide the already hidden face of the boy. "But I couldn't just let him face you alone. You're as ruthless as they come after all. Facing you would have meant certain death for the boy. So how about we call it...a draw?"

"And let you slip away again? Don't think so, dearie."

"Think about it, love. Yours is tattered and needs to be treated. Mine is in no better condition but is certainly more up to a fight than she is. Let us leave and we'll be even." Claire's expression didn't change but a sudden rush of pain came to Chronos. Usurping a human body would temporarily take the pain away but it was only that: temporary. Now he had taken too long to stop them from leaving. He made Claire lower Hades and made it disappear.

Lacrimosa chuckled under her throat out of satisfaction while letting Erebus disappear. "Don't fret, love. We will meet again. It is written so. You and I knew this day would come. The day that time and space would clash to ultimately destroy us or save us."

"These two are our ticket out of our prison. But I'll tell you this right now, she will survive this. I'll see to it myself," Chonos swore while watching the boy.

Lacrimosa only gave him a smile he couldn't see through the mask and grabbed the end of the cloak to wrap the boy in it. Before their very eyes, the clothing twirled and disappeared into nothing. In the air, her voice alone traveled through the room.

"The day draws ever closer, love. And once it is upon us, we will see who will remain standing in the end."


I felt myself coming back to my body. The way I had been taken over like that felt like I was being peeled away from my own skin. I was surrounded in a dark mist that let me watch and hear all that happened while Chronos took over my body.

I couldn't feel the pain. It was calming but...also very dark and lonely.

"Never—fucking—do that again." My panting broke my words that were already weak from the pain that came back with a fervor. My broken ribs were hurting like a bitch and the wound from Christ was killing me. Luckily, I managed to stop the bleeding with Chronos' time-stopping abilities. It would only last for a little while but enough for me to do what I had to do.

"I apologize about that but you were getting your ass kicked out there. Had it not been for him letting me control you, you would've most likely died."

Him...

Only because there's something here you must see.

"Who was he?"

"I have no idea. But have you noticed where we are? Or more like were we aren't?"

I took a quick look around and noticed two things. The high priestess was gone...and the whole room was round with no exit except the arch leading to the next room. The torches around the room were lit with an eerie blue fire.

"What is this? When the hell did we come here?"

"It must have been done while you and the boy were fighting. Lacrimosa must have used her powers to take the two of you here."

"Her powers?"

"I control time. She controls space. She could have created a wormhole leading us here. And since the transportation would have been motionless—"

"We wouldn't have noticed she even moved us." I walked over to the archway and through it to find another lit room with the same torches lit by the blue fire. This round room was much smaller than the previous and only held a pedestal in the middle and a small gem sat encrusted. "What the—"

"Wait!"

"What?!"

"If you touch that, you'll break the dimension we're in."

"Isn't that what we want? To get out of here?" I asked a bit confused at his sudden jumpiness.

"You don't know what breaking the center of this dimension she got us into will do or where it'll leave us."

"Well," I finally say with a long sigh. "The only way to find out is by going for it, isn't it?"

"Yes but Clai—"

"Then let's find out." Reaching to the gem, I barely get to touch it with my forefinger when it suddenly breaks, letting out a burst of blinding light. It's so bright that it makes me cover my eyes with my free arm. I heard the walls around begin to crack and shatter and soon I'm engulfed into a sea of whiteness.


"Why are you here?"

A little ebony haired girl sat at the edge of her bed in her nightgown, already having been sent to bed a good hour ago. Yet the man standing before her thought it the best surprise to stay after hours for this one thing. Her hair was a bundled mess from lying down and her eyes were a vibrant crimson.

The man wore a long plait of golden hair and wore elegant emerald, white, and black clothing. His face, however, was a darkened space. His voice, though, was clearly recognizable as warm and calming. A voice that soothed her at her worse times.

"To give you a special present! Your sixth birthday hasn't ended, after all and we thought it best to give it to you in person."

"We?" the little girl called out perplexed as she rubbed her eyes groggily.

The door to her bedroom opened and in came two figures that made her forget all about her sleepiness and give a grand smile.

"We came too!" The two little boys that had entered cheered in a hushed tone but delighted nonetheless. The youngest one of them, a blonde the age of the girl, was smiling and holding the hem of his own sleeping garments in nervousness.

"When we were told about this secret gift giving for you we obviously agreed to come and surprise you," the older raven-haired boy added with a little more confident voice.

The blonde approached the girl while holding his hands behind his back. He suddenly took them from his back and showed her the box in his hands that was decorated in blue paper and white bows. The box wasn't big and could fit in his palms easily.

"This is for you," he murmured, a little shy. "From us three."

Taking it, she unwrapped it slowly and couldn't help but beam at seeing what was inside. She pulled out the most beautiful broche she had ever seen, the color of emerald and encircled with gold while having carvings on the emerald top. "Is this really for me?" she chirped out while holding it up to the light.

"Yeah!" the blonde called more excited now knowing that she had liked the present.

"It's beautiful!" she complimented while caressing the top of the broche.

"And look!" The man got her attention and pulled out a golden pocket watch and showed her the front of it. "It has the same insignia as the pocket watch!" He clicked it open as a nice melody began playing softly inside her room. He closed it before glancing at her again, "It's a little different than a music box or pocket watch but I was able to make it work. It's a locket too!" He commented cheerfully showing her how it opened to keep a photo inside. She closed it and held it close to her bosom, caringly.

"Oh thank you!" she cried out, tears actually falling from how happy she was. She came off from her bed and hugged the two kids while the man bent down to hug the three all together. "Thank you all so much!"

"Happy birthday, Claire!"


"You're as careless as ever."

Lottie had, once more, entered his room without his okay. He knew that even in this rundown little estate that he got them awhile ago —wasn't much trouble getting a place to be in this godforsaken city— she never cared for his privacy. Not once.

He knew he was referring to the wounds he'd gotten a couple of hours ago. Thanks to Lacrimosa, he had been transported back without a problem but the wounds were still there. And they did hurt. "It'll heal," he assured her and sat up on his bed.

Fang had taken care of the wounds after his arrival, after all, and was sure that mending his wounds would help his already heightened healing abilities as a Baskerville.

"Doesn't matter," she chided while grabbing a chair and coming to sit beside his bed. "Besides that, you know that you could have opened another hole if Chronos and Lacrimosa had clashed."

"She can't use those powers so it wouldn't have mattered," he called once again averting his eyes from her face.

"You're such a downer, really." She came up to the bedside table and turned on the oil lamp that sat there. The soft light of the lamp gave a much better view of the boy she spoke off. He was young, fifteen, and his appearance hadn't change much. Unlike the rest of them who had stopped aging because of their contracts, he had gotten out of the Abyss young and had aged normally. Lottie herself had looked after the boy who had gotten out a few months after her, followed by Fang, Doug, and Zwei. "You need to take more care of yourself. Just because you can't die that easily doesn't mean you can't at all. You worry all of us."

"Not 'all' exactly."

That sarcastic remark had hurt him more than he thought it would have. He talked about her in front of Lottie often but it never changed his reaction to every mention of the girl. His dark, swirling crimson eyes would avert but she could still see the grief in them. And even with his dark, ebony hair cut a little longer with it barely touching the nape of his neck and bangs covering his eyes a bit, she could still see that clear anguish.

Lottie gave a sigh and simply placed a hand on his head before ruffling his hair. "It may be hard now, but we'll figure out a way to get her back. But keep in mind that even if we do, she might not want us back. And if that happens and she becomes our enemy—"

"Even then, we won't kill her." His dark eyes came up to catch her own before he threw his head back against the wall and stared at the ceiling. "You'll see. How could we, after all?" He heaved a great sigh before muttering, "If only I hadn't—"

Now it was her turn to interrupt him. "Don't punish yourself so much with 'what ifs'. They don't serve a purpose. For now, let's remain positive but if all goes south, we'll have no other choice but to fight against each other. And if worse comes to happen, we might have to kill her. Just keep that in the back of your head. Now go to sleep. You need it." With that last sour comment, she rose from her seat and left him to rest.

After hearing her leaving, he reached under the cover where his hands had been resting the whole time. In them, he had quickly hidden the little picture in a locket of a little girl. The photo was in black and white but her black hair that was to her shoulders was clearly visible but her eyes were so discernable. The little girl held only the hand of another but the picture cut off there leaving no inkling of who the other person was. He heaved a sigh before closing the locket, letting the full view of a blue broche encircled in golden loops. The design on the top of the sapphire broche was also carved out in gold.

He gently and endearingly caressed the top of it while glancing down at it with his sharp, crimson eyes. "Even then..." he muttered under his breath. "Even if you and I have to fight...I won't kill you." He slowly brought up the broche and gently brushed it with his lips before pressing it to his forehead. "I will never kill the one and only person I have left to love."


Well, that was a big change from the previous one cx A lot more detail on the little village. Talking about that, for those who already read my original story, there's little treat in the first part x3

For now that's all c: Hoped you liked it and stay tuned for the next chapter :D