Hello again everyone! Since I have written several chapters in advance, I figured that I should upload them one by one, every two days. I don't know how long I'll keep up with that rhythm but it's worth a shot!

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Yours truly, Circle of J.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Kid Icarus series. The deities mentioned are taken from Greek Mythology, remastered the way I imagine them. What I own, on the other hand, is the plot.

Kid Icarus: Heirs of the Light

Chapter 3: Decisions

It had been a little less than a week since Pit had left Skyworld. He lived with Dark Pit in a small, furnished house in the human city he had saved during the Uprising, and tried his best to prevent his wings from showing to anybody, just like his twin did. Even though the people knew who he was, he still did not feel comfortable walking among the crowd of humans with his wings visible. In order to hide them efficiently, Dark Pit had found a cloak that he put over his head, long enough to hide his entire back. Much like any other cape, except that it had a large hood that fell over his shoulders. The fabric itself was soft and light blue, which suited him perfectly with his deep, sapphire eyes shining underneath it.

Dark Pit, on the other hand, wore a purple cloak, kind of similar to his but a lot thicker, that contrasted with his light, snow-white skin and red, ruby eyes. They were never at the same place at the same time, as not to draw people's suspicions because they looked so much alike. Magnus was the only one aware of their presence in town, he even knew where they lived thanks to Pit's big open mouth. Dark Pit had told him several times that their address had to remain a secret, but Pit couldn't keep any from his incredibly close friend Magnus. The human often visited their house with different gifts for what he thought was a 'couple': flowers, chocolate, sometimes the head of one of Dark Pit's enemies… Many sweet intentions despite the tough guy that he seemed to be on the outside. He had a heart made of pure gold when it came to his friends—or, from what Dark Pit had seen, when it came to Pit.

Pit looked up and placed the freshly cleaned glass that he was holding on the shelf. They had planned on tidying the house for the day, so that they had a somewhat nicer environment to live in. Ever since Pit had moved in, things got messy, since he enjoyed to leave his stuff all around the house to 'make it his own', as he put it. But Dark Pit wanted his house to remain clean and well organized.

Speaking of Dark Pit, he hadn't shown anything but an angry frown ever since Magnus left the house—about ten minutes earlier. It seemed to Pit that he acted weird when his friend was hanging around them. Weird in a way that… he watched Magnus' every move, was super cautious when Pit and him would talk in their own corner, would become rather sharp if he noticed that the two friends had touched each other in any way… Weird in a way that he was jealous. For whatever reason. Pit frowned at the thought: did his twin think the two were flirting? Unknowingly answering his question and looking absent-minded, Dark Pit asked Pit with a harsher tone than he'd have liked: "So what's with you and Magnus?"

Pit looked at him, questioning the reason why he'd want to get such pointless, meaningless information, but all he did was smile and respond in a sweet, innocent voice that he had 'no idea what you are talking about'. Dark Pit laughed humorlessly under his breath and turned around to glance at his twin, who was silently rubbing dust off of some of the glasses that were left unused all the time. His fingers wrapped around a piece of cloth soft enough not to leave marks on the glass, Pit paid close attention to what he was doing. Well, he didn't: he really just wanted to avoid the conversation, and Dark Pit knew that very well. It'd be way too easy to evade the question like that, by pretending to be busy. Dark Pit raised an eyebrow and walked up to the angel, grabbing him by the shoulders. Pit jumped and quickly moved away from the glasses, much to his twin's amusement. Had he really scared him with a simple touch? Talk about a champion… "So?" he asked again, narrowing his eyes at the lighter angel who was slowly stepping back to sit in the couch.

"Well, uhm, Pittoo, it's not what you think! Whatever… that is…" Pit defended himself, though it wasn't the most convincing argument he'd find. He rubbed his hair and tried to think of how to explain his relationship with Magnus, without Dark Pit seeing anything romantic in it. It was complicated for him though, since he just wasn't good with words. Whatever he would say, Dark Pit would interpret it in a way that justified what he claimed… So, it was useless to even try.

Instead, Pit opted for another way of approaching the situation: through experience. Way more simple and more difficult to transform into romance. Thus convinced, Pit sighed and looked at his counterpart in all seriousness. "He's a friend from the Uprising that I met when I was saving this city. He helped me take out some monsters and the Dark Lord—who actually was his ex-wife Gaol. He was also the one who saved me from the Chaos Ring; if it wasn't for him, I'd still be in there."

"You've already told me that, you've got some real short-term memory issues," Dark Pit said, and his smirk did not weaken for one bit when he asked: "The question is: d'you feel your heart beating when you're with him, Pit-stain?"

"Uhhhh… Yes, fortunately! I don't die every time I see him around, you know!"

"You know fairly well that's not what I meant."

Pit frowned and suddenly seemed to realize what his twin was referring to. "P-Pittoo, what even—"

"Alright, alright, sheesh!" Dark Pit laughed again, then he raised his hands up in the air in retreat. It was one of these heartfelt chuckles that so rarely came out of the dark angel.

Pit blinked, astonished, and let the wonderful feeling of witnessing such an outburst of sincerity sink in. It reminded him of those times they spent at the waterfall, looking down at the scenery beneath their feet and reading stories together. There, Dark Pit always seemed to be the happiest angel alive, because there was just the two of them, with no obligations, no duties. There would only be the sky, the water falling into a spring below, and the wonderful, melodic voice of Dark Pit as he read the text beneath his eyes. Pit couldn't wait for their next meeting there, he had longed for such a day off with his twin for quite a while.

With that in mind, Pit looked deep into his darker version's red eyes. "That's heartwarming! It's probably one of the first times I see you smile in a long time, Pittoo!" Pit exclaimed, amazed by the beautiful smile on his twin's lips. "I didn't think you'd be capable of showing anything but crankiness."

"Anyhow." Dark Pit put on his mask of coldness, of carelessness and took a small towel out of a drawer in the kitchen to dry his hands with. Once he was done with that, he looked up at Pit again and raised an eyebrow. He folded his arms, looking unimpressed, and Pit's heart sank at the sight; did he somehow ruin the moment they were having? He hadn't meant to… Dark Pit shook his head, furrowing his brows. "Now that you're done making fun of me—"

"I wasn't, Pittoo!"

"I know you were, Pit-stain!" Dark Pit snapped at him, rage blazing in his red eyes, before he took a deep breath to control his temper. "No need to get all touchy about the subject of Magnus, you know. I won't say anything if you're crushing on him."

"You're telling me not to get touchy on the matter!" Pit countered, then he stood up and walked up to his twin. Their height was almost identical, even though he had to say that Dark Pit was getting taller than him with time. Perhaps that was because of his mentality: he talked and thought like a grandpa. Of course he was going to grow faster than him… But really, Pit didn't envy him in any way. After all, he was still the most handsome one of the pair. Plus, he was certain that Dark Pit's gaming IQ was at least two hundred points lower than his own, so why be jealous at all?

"Pit," Dark Pit called him out, under his breath, while he stared out the window in disbelief. Before Pit had time to say something, Dark Pit moved away and retreated to the kitchen without a glance behind. He felt more tensed all of a sudden, as if something had scared him. Was it the noise coming from the streets? It sounded like nothing more than humans screaming at each other. That happened often, right? The light angel did not feel especially threatened. Should he have? Was something happening, was someone coming for him? The dark angel faked washing the dishes again, even though Pit knew there was nothing left in the sink. He frowned, wanted to ask him why he was doing such thing, but his twin nodded towards the window. "Go to your room, Pit. We don't have time to talk about this," was all he said.

Confused, Pit peeked outside and noticed a few feathers and golden armors behind the door. Centurions. They came to get their captain back, surely following Palutena's orders. Pit felt his heart beat two times faster at the sight of his companions in arms; they planned on taking him back to Skyworld, but he couldn't go back, he refused to be locked up for eternity. Worried, the light angel trailed his hand up to the necklace he was wearing and wrapped it around the glowing stone. He hadn't solved the mystery, however he knew how close he was—he could feel it… No, he would never give it up to be on lock down, he'd rather get killed than that. The necklace had just started showing signs, it had just started guiding him towards Medusa! They finally knew where they needed to go to uncover its true meaning. Palutena had no right to force him to come back. Pit started walking away, heading towards his room, however his medallion slipped out of his pocket. He sighed, just about to scoop it up, when the door was forced by a Centurion and flew open.

The troops stormed in, pushing everything in their way and throwing Dark Pit's belongings to the ground. The dark angel gritted his teeth but tried to keep his calm, for he did not want to attack those jerks and be in even worse terms with Palutena. A Centurion walked up to him and called him out by a simple, disrespectful 'You! Copy!'. Dark Pit breathed in and finally turned around with a smirk across the lips. Suddenly, he noticed the shining red medallion on the ground and turned pale. Fucking idiot, worst timing ever! he thought, walking quickly towards it and pushing it under the table. He took the soaked towel and attempted to dry his hands again before he gave up and crossed arms against his chest instead. He felt a little reassured by the fact that the Centurions hadn't realized he had pushed something under the table.

"Oh, you found me!" he exclaimed, much to the Centurion's surprise. The guard tried walking closer to him but Dark Pit pushed him away with a little less strength than he'd wanted. The Centurion, shocked by the attack perpetrated against him, looked at the dark angel with a threatening glow in his eyes. The angel snickered at that sight and put his hands on his hips, back to his attitude. "Come on, you thought I'd surrender to your precious, petty little Goddess?"

Following his words, he vaguely distinguished Pit's dangerous glare on him from a dark corner but did not pay attention to it. Nothing wrong with being honest, right? They'd have that talk later, if Pit was ready to hear it—didn't seem like it but hey! Miracles could happen. Dark Pit focused on the Centurion, who was followed by at least five others, and frowned before their outstanding silence. "For once, someone knows how to shut it!"

"Do you know where our captain is located, Copy?" the Centurion asked, and Dark Pit wanted to spit at his face for the way he had dared to call him. "Palutena requires his immediate return."

"What, you're asking me? If I'd seen him, I'd have killed him, don't you think? Why do you come to me, you useless little thing?" Dark Pit scoffed at the Centurion.

"Palutena told us he would be with you."

"Oh, then perhaps he's dead!" he laughed. The Centurion drew closer to the dark angel, ready to beat him up for what he had said—even though he was certain that it was only provocation—but movement to his right caught his attention. His eyes drifted to the shadow that kept silent in a corner of the room and started to walk up to it, but Dark Pit brandished a frying pan and slammed it against the back of the Centurion's neck. Knocked out, he fell to the ground. The other Centurions held onto their bows, aiming them at the angel, but the latter only grinned.

"Who wants some?!" he asked them, grasping the handle of the frying pan. He'd have some fun, it'd been a few days! The Centurions launched themselves towards him and Dark Pit evaded their attacks, throwing them over the table. They were dazed, but the dark angel knew it wouldn't last long. Thus, he dashed to the corner of the room, pulled Pit by the arm and ran out of the house. The crowd of Centurions, once they felt better, chased after them as soon as they realized it was their captain who was running away. Weapons in hands, they kept aiming their light blue arrows at Dark Pit's feet. They couldn't hit their captain, otherwise Palutena's rage would be unprecedented.

Dark Pit did all he could to cover his lighter counterpart, until he pulled to a stop and turned around, brutally attacking the Centurions with his frying pan. The humans walking by screamed in horror and ran for shelter, while Pit tried to deter his twin from hurting his army. Even though they were trying to imprison him, they were still his men, and they were only doing what they had been asked to do. Dark Pit snarled and pushed Pit's hand off of his shoulder, swinging his frying pan at the Centurions to deflect their arrows of light. Pit sighed and resigned himself to attacking as well, since they couldn't keep scaring off the humans; it would blow up their cover.

Making sure that his cloak wouldn't slip off of his shoulders, Pit held out his hand and his Palutena Bow appeared in it. He immediately jumped in front of Dark Pit, spinning his bow so fast that it worked just as a shield. Eventually, a blue shield extended from the weapon's blades, preventing any arrows from touching Dark Pit. The dark angel snatched Pit's bow from his hands and separated it into swords, slashing the Centurions' bodies with them. Pit didn't try to stop him, instead he carried the shield with the power of his mind, making sure that his twin was always under cover. However, Dark Pit was a little taller than Pit, and for that matter they could still aim for him. The Centurions, on the brink of defeat against the united forces of the two angels, drew their arrows and aimed them at Pit.

The light angel gasped and was paralyzed by fear, since he was deprived of his weapon and the shield was protecting Dark Pit. He looked at his troop with disbelief in his eyes; how could they threaten him, their captain, in such a manner? How could they think about killing him? Could Palutena ask them to destroy him because he fled? Would she do that? Was he really considered a traitor? Pit shook his head, incredulous, but not at all in a good way. "Drop your weapons!" he cried out, desperate. "What do you think you're doing?!"

One of the Centurions checked with the others and, after a slight unsure nod, they all dropped their weapons to the ground in a loud clang!. Dark Pit looked up, out of breath, and soon the shield around him disintegrated. He glanced towards Pit, reassured to see that he hadn't been harmed, and winced at the cut on his arm; one of the arrows had barely missed, thus leaving a small cut that stung him. Though it was the least of his worries. The dark angel walked back towards his twin, handing him his precious Bow —which he had to say was an incredibly good weapon. Pit nodded at him, grasping his weapon tight, and was the first one to talk things out with the Centurions: "What is this all about? Men, why are you aiming at me?!"

"Our Goddess Palutena wants you back, Captain Pit," the Centurion at the head of the group explained, lowering his head in shame of his own actions. He tapped his foot on the ground with apprehension.

Pit silently shook his head in denial: no, he wouldn't go anywhere. Never would he accept to be locked up in his room again, once had been enough. He was this close to solving the mystery of his necklace that tied him with Dark Pit, abandoning now would be a huge mistake. One that he would not commit. "I apologize but I will not come back," Pit said, firm and definitive in his answer. "I am on my way to find the meaning of my necklace! Lady Palutena can't interfere: it's my duty to figure this out!"

"But Captain, we have an emergency and we need you home to defeat a God who targets a human city."

"What?!" Pit reacted, tears starting to form in his eyes. "So you're not here to lock me up again?" The Centurion shook his head negatively. Pit believed him fully, a Centurion would never lie to him—even less when they were sent by his dear Palutena herself. He thought about his decision, arguments battling in his mind; on the one hand, he needed to stay here, to look for meaning behind this mysterious gift he was given from the Heavens, and on the other hand, he had obligations… towards both Dark Pit and Palutena. But the two couldn't fit in one sentence in his case… He was deeply torn but still needed to make a choice. It was Dark Pit's life, which was the most precious thing in the world in his view, or several hundreds of humans saved… It was his necklace and its mystery solved or a safe human city, with all its civilians protected… Pit's head started to hurt when he thought about the sacrifices that, no matter what he chose, he was forced to make.

Dark Pit rested a hand on his shoulder, which was enough to startle him. "Listen to them, Pit. If humans need you, you must go back."

"But… What about you, Pittoo?" Pit asked, deeply shook by the decision he needed to take as quickly as possible. It was complicated for him to get a straight answer: there were so many possibilities, so many outcomes, and so little time. "And what about this?" he asked again, a hand wrapped around the glowing stone around his neck. "I can't let this go to waste, we put so much effort…"

"Pit, it's not worth its cost. Humans need you, you can't ignore your responsibilities towards them," Dark Pit replied, looking into the distance while he kept his hand on Pit's shoulder. Oh, he'd miss that touch… He'd miss the few, strong heartfelt moments that they had shared together. He'd miss the sound of his voice… He gulped and shut eyes. "You are the captain of Palutena's army. You can't just sit around and wait for the world to burst into flames."

"But you know I can't let this go," Pit countered, hurt in his eyes. He grabbed Dark Pit by the arms and forced him to look at him. "Tell me that it's not worth it," he whispered, holding his necklace tight, before he put it against Dark Pit's chest. "Tell me that it's not, I wouldn't believe you. There's something up with it that we need to solve, you and I. Now that I went so far to do it, I won't draw back."

"And you are a fool not to."

"Pittoo—"

"Don't call me that!" Dark Pit snapped at him, a wild fire blazing in his eyes before it was replaced by tears. "Not when you're leaving… It's painful."

Pit shook his head. "But I'm not leaving. I'm staying with you."

"Look—"

"No, please. Don't start this again," Pit interrupted him, still preventing Dark Pit from moving away since he had his hands wrapped around his arms. He didn't want him to leave, and he wouldn't leave either. Just as he was about to refuse the Centurion's offer to go back to Skyworld and tell them to deal with the problem on their own, he caught Dark Pit's sad glance and froze. "Pittoo, are you alright?"

Dark Pit looked off to the side, lost in thoughts himself. He never answered Pit's question, because he knew what he had to do, and he knew his heart would break at the sight of Pit leaving for the Heavens without him. But that was the only responsible thing to do. So instead of answering to Pit's stupid question, he pushed the light angel towards the Centurions and started to walk off to the forest. Seeing Pit reunited with his troops had deeply moved him, and he didn't wish to look at them any longer than he already had. Pit wished to hold him back, but he couldn't make a move. He stood there, watching him walk away with a deep, burning feeling inside his stomach—as if he was about to throw up.

The Centurions, happy that they reunited with their lost captain, came closer and took him into a warm embrace, however Pit could not take his eyes off that one spot where Dark Pit had been standing a few minutes before. He could still picture him, defeat glued to his face and tarnishing his ruby eyes while he looked away from him. He could still sense a hand on his shoulder; a rough but loving one that no other could outstand. Pit teared up and wiggled away from the embrace the Centurions had caught him into, staring at that one spot. He stared, long enough for his eyes to feel like they were burning, then turned to the Centurions who were waiting for him to call Palutena.

Pit looked at the skies, through the heavy clouds, and thought about his decision—which he had never taken, since Dark Pit had imposed his own to him. "La…dy… Pa…" he tried to call but stopped in his tracks. No, she had betrayed him. He would never give up, never. Even if Hades was there standing before him, trying to prevent him from reaching out to Dark Pit, he would still go head first. His twin was too precious to be lost; he'd be broken without him.

A Centurion frowned when he noticed that Pit couldn't get the words out of his mouth, even words as simple as their Goddess' name. He went on to grab Pit's arm and reassure him, comfort him in his decision, but his captain abruptly pushed him off. "Captain—"

"I have made a promise!" Pit yelled at him, his voice shaking just as much as the rest of his body. "I have told him that I'd stay until we found the meaning behind my necklace! I won't let go!"

"The world is in danger, can't this necklace wait, Captain?" the Centurion asked, confused. Such a weird sense of priorities... It didn't seem like his captain at all. Pit always had a gut feeling when it came to what was more important. But maybe he hadn't lost it? Perhaps this necklace was really more important than saving this human city? The Centurion didn't really know what to think of all this…

Pit clenched his fist and turned away from the Centurions. "Lady Palutena didn't care about the world being in danger when she locked me up in my room! Men, head back to Skyworld. You have my trust, and you will save this human city with the help of Lady Palutena alone. I will stay here and resume my search for meaning behind this necklace." Before the Centurions could have said anything, Pit had headed towards the forest with tears streaming down his face. He held onto his necklace, which was violently, vividly glowing light blue as he stormed towards the river.

The Centurions hesitated whether to follow him or not, but decided that they had wasted enough time and had other things to take care of—namely, the evil God's forces which were now left for them to beat on their own, without their captain.

Pit ran up to the river and found there the crooked figure that he was so vehemently looking for: Dark Pit. He sat near the water, head down, looking at his reflection perhaps. The light angel fell to his knees when he finally caught up with his darker twin and immediately took him in his arms. He squeezed him so hard that Dark Pit found it hard to breathe and was scared that his ribs may snap. He looked at Pit, who was better described as an emotional mess: his eyes were red with the tears he'd cried, his whole being was shaking in place, and he wouldn't let go of him one second.

"You shouldn't be here." Dark Pit slightly pushed his twin away and sat him down on the grass, holding him by the shoulders so that he would catch his undying attention. "You are an idiot," he added, which brought even more sorrow to the angel's watery blue eyes. "No, scrap that. You're not only an idiot, you're the biggest one I've ever met, Pit-stain."

Pit broke down again, like a doll almost, and his entire body became like jelly. "You don't understand… I can't let you go, Pittoo…"

"And why not?" Dark Pit inquired, squinting his red eyes and staring right into the sapphire orbs he yearned for so much. "What's wrong with leaving me to deal with my own problems?"

Pit sobbed and wrapped his arms around Dark Pit's neck. He held him tight, trembling like a leaf. Such a fragile little thing… How could he have beaten Hades? Feelings… Feelings were a curse, Dark Pit was now convinced: they could turn the strongest warrior of all time into a tearful mess. The dark angel winced at that thought, secretly hoping that his own feelings would never do such thing to him. Although he was not overly worried about it, the question still lingered in his mind and he gulped in fear. Dark Pit shook his head, focusing on his shaking light twin, before he quickly turned away from him, trying to seem annoyed when, really, he was heartbroken by the sight of those tears. "Hey, breathe for two seconds! It's not the end of the world, Pit."

"I left them to die!" Pit almost screamed, barely in control of himself anymore. He sobbed harder after that sentence, and Dark Pit's ruthless heart actually broke to shreds, even more than it already had. "I did, Pittoo, I did! I'm selfish, those humans needed me!"

"If you regret it, you can still go back," Dark Pit said, shrugging off the sadness that he felt when he said these words. "Besides, I'm sure Palutena will take care of it, so will the Centurions," he then assured, in an attempt to soothe the cries of this little angel and his own worry about his departure. "Don't worry about it, you'd agree that they are trustworthy, so these humans do not risk anything from whatever God is attacking them."

Pit nodded vigorously, rubbing the tears off of his face, then he sniffed and lowered his head. His eyes were half-closed, and his mouth twisted in a way that Dark Pit truly, deeply hated with all his heart. "You're right, Pittoo…"

"I know," the dark angel smirked, before lightly kissing his twin's cheek. "I'm always right, even when I say you're a dumbass, trust me."

"Pittoo…" Pit whined, sniffing against the soaked tunic of his counterpart while he tried to hide his flushed face. That kiss had felt way better than he'd have thought… He wished he could have another one of these, but didn't dare to ask.

"Shh," Dark Pit whispered as he lifted Pit's face and put a finger against his lips. "You're a dumbass, yes, sure, but you're not selfish. You've got yourself confused with me on that one. I've never seen anyone as dedicated to others as you are, so… I don't ever want to hear you say that about yourself. Got it?"

Pit did not reply, nor did he look at his twin. However, that did not prevent Dark Pit from seeing the pain in his eyes, the worry on his twisted lips, the guilt in the frowning of his eyebrows. The dark angel put his hand under Pit's chin and lifted it so that he could look into those watery sapphires. Why was he putting so much stress on himself? Why couldn't he just enjoy his life, like everyone else—Why did his sense of justice bring him to such tragic ends?

Dark Pit sighed at that sight. Pit had always said that his reason to live was Palutena, yet he was still alive even though he was far away from her at the moment. Did he not realize what that meant? Those 'reasons' that he seemed to find for every thing he did in his days were not as elemental as he thought they were; he could still live on his own, free of any responsibilities, free of any expectations. He could live just like Dark Pit: free, yet craving for more freedom. He only lived his life for his own interests, he only ever did things for his wellbeing, for his own care and his own expectations. He was widely considered the 'dark copy', but in the end, was wanting to be free of all things so dark and unthought of? Was it such a crazy concept? He thought about that for a moment: an angel was an errand spirit—according to Viridi's definition. Errand meant that they could go everywhere, that they had no bond with anything. They could roam around, free, without having to follow a God's orders and put up with their demands.

Pit had often told him that his life was breathtaking, that he barely found any time for himself and wanted to more than anything; now that he found what he was looking for, he felt guilty for it. What in the Underworld was wrong with this angel?

Dark Pit stood up and pulled Pit to his feet as well. They had to walk back to the city and find another place to rest, since their hiding spot had been discovered. He wouldn't want Pit to be abducted during the night while nobody expected it… So they had to find a new place to stay at, and that wouldn't take an hour only. Pit eyed at his twin and slowly wiped his tears with his arm over his face. "I'm sorry about that…" he said with a shaking, half broken voice. "I wish you didn't have to witness that."

"So do I, it was highly embarrassing," Dark Pit smirked—back to his attitude! "Now cheer up, we've got to visit some houses around town, since we can't stay in my own house any longer."

"Why not, Pittoo?" Pit asked, confused. "It was a good place."

"It was, yeah. My point."

"So we just give it up?"

"Mhm, Palutena and her Centurions know where it's at now, Pit-stain. Unless you want to get kidnapped in your sleep and locked up in Skyworld again, really, it's up to you."

"No, never again!" Pit cried out in terror when he heard those words, shock sticking to his face and fear creeping in his blue eyes. He started to shake again, frightened at the idea of the Centurions coming in his room, and putting a poisoned cloth over his mouth to take him to his dark, gloomy room and forget about him for the next centuries to come. "I don't want to go there again!"

Dark Pit nodded and pulled him by the wrist, walking towards the city at a quite fast pace. "What I thought. Then, we need to find a new resting place. I know a pair of houses that could fit your precious taste."

"Do you have the money to purchase them?"

The dark angel grinned. Such an innocent little angel… If only he knew…

To be continued…

Updated: 02/11/2019