-One month later-

The city was once again caught in a state of arrest. No matter how many moons have past lady lust refused to pay the city of Pleasure homage in the vast expanse of darkness that swept across the land like a hungry lion on the prowl seeing searching, willing to slaughter anyone who was fool hardy enough to disappear. The twin moons had long been stolen and the star hidden away in refuge. There was something fearsome which loomed over Midas, something unheard and unseen which put them all on razors edge something unknown to all that curdled and raged in the heart of Eos.

Jupiter was furious at her most favored son who at this point seemed that the symbol of death and malice in the form of human perfection. Though he seemed as though he always was it didn't take even the widest of guesses to know that he was colder no more so than before he even met Riki. Every decision he made felt like a decisive brutal blow. Those around cringed in fear on pure instinct alone ever since Orphe had deemed him stable enough to leave the confinement chamber.

Apparently Katze had braved the water and went inside to speak with the Blondie. Whatever he had said had worked wonders to plant some vague seeds of Reason in the favored child. But even with reason he was still fuming with rage.

He hardly spoke more than necessary and when he wasn't buried in his duties he could be found in the archives for whichever reason unbenounced to anyone even Jupiter herself.

He was even furious at her and she could ever so vividly tell. He wanted the mongrel back. It was past the scheduled day for the birth and with each passing day Iason grew colder and even more restless with worry. Orphe had long confirmed that Riki was not in Midas which only left one place in mind as to where it would have been but storming into Ceres with the intent to kill would contrast the recently signed agreement between the two leaders to share resources.

To think that after all this time there was oil in Ceres, a natural substance once thought to be lost to humanity for all eternity of the eight world wars,

Jupiter herself had been astounded when she had heard the proposal and even more so when Iason agreed especially with the current situation at hand. At the moment all she wanted Iason to do was stay put until Orphe had contained the threat with Dead Beats thus at the moment she had him on what would be akin to house arrest. According to Raoul, who had customized the suit for Riki to gather states on the pregnancy even in his absence that the delivery date was working in league with the development of the fetus from day one to date which luckily gave them another month or month and a half to find Riki.

But the news did little to appease the Mink in fact it only infuriated him even more, the prospect of having missed out a month of his children's growth irked him more so knowing that this was now a race against.

It was on the following day that Jupiter found herself keeping all monitors focused on her favored child, he was getting restless and with his new abilities at his disposal she was fearful of what he would do next.

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Katze wasn't certain if he heard right so he simply stared and preyed he got an explanation. Iason wanted to host a meeting with the new leader in Ceres, this person that not even his followers knew, and the leader known as Fate. And forget it all being short notice but for a meeting at mid day mere four hours away that was simply ridiculous.

But as he was who he was he followed Iason's cold request as professionally as he did all else regardless of his concerns of what he might have to do to ensured he cared out those orders.

==================ten minutes later in Ceres==============

"This is an outrage!"

"…clearly they are under minding Lord Fate's authority!"

Vivani glanced from Roland to Fate as bedlam broke out in the brothel which was strictly reserved for their leisure whenever it was needed otherwise twirled its tantalizing skirt for those of the more affluent standard who desired the most intense pleasures that the night could offer.

For the first Vivani realized that Fate's eyes followed the far too sensuous movement of the dancers that writhed ever so erotically. Not much to his surprise Fate's eyes followed one of the newcomers, that Vivani had already had the misfortune of meeting one before.

The shapely youth adorned like a geisha with the bouncing red curls and a peculiar talent for dancing in heels that put the brothels most exquisite dancers to shame, went by the name of Apple, a new comer who had taken the city's entertainment by storm. With little to no effort what took many a lifetime's training to achieve he had taken firm hold off without effort or recognition.

His fame had gone viral which made this little brothel the placed to be whenever the opportunity presented itself. For many the prices to see him perform gave them something to save toward.

Since he had touched the stage he had fallen into Fate's favor. At this very moment was a good example and Vivani couldn't help but feel a bit jealous or fight of a sting of regret when he had assigned Apple here. He managed to distract the well oriented Fate almost every time they came here regardless of how serious the issues were.

Vivani grimaced as Fate seemed even more captivated with the new routine as Apple partner slowly stripped him of his outer garment with evident skill as he graced across the stage discarding the fan he was using in preparations for the final act.

"Fate same," Vivani stated over the commingling voices at the table as a young blonde, the manger Toyota Yume dressed in a smart career woman suit carried the glass of wine Fate had ordered.

As though he had been pulled from a trance he glanced at Vivani as though it was for the first time since he had entered the room as he accepted the offering and took a sip from it. As though finally recognition of his far too nonchalant disposition they settled down as he raised a hand.

Now with silence he turned his eyes back to Apple's performance intent on seeing the new routine to the end. By now the youth was flaunting his skills in the semi nude state. He was adorned in what seemed like a silk garb that hardly skimmed two inches below his well endowed rear end, bound by two small silver circlets at the shoulder and a loose silver belt around the waist.

To Vivani he seemed more like a Greek goddess on the pole, outshining his partner who mirrored the act on the pole next to him. As per the norms they seemed to be absorbed in their act never looking at anything or anyone in particular and that suited Vivani just fine. By the time the act was over and the dancers in the back ground had proceeded to exit the stage behind the curtains that only revealed their silhouettes as they sauntered off behind the set, the tension had dissipated leaving a more pleasant atmosphere that confessed that they intended to linger a while longer in hopes of another performance.

After taking emptying his wine glass he rose to his feet, "Roland you will be accompanying me to this meeting. Vivani you and Vivien will be in control until I return."

"But Fate-," Vivani was about to insist only to be silenced as Fate held up a hand clad in black gloves.

"This is an opportunity that I can't afford to miss. To meet with this favored son of Jupiter fills me with the sudden feeling of urgency. I do not believe that he is one to under mind anything thus there must be a reason for his actions. In the unlikely event that I do no return my will and last statement has already been written everything you will need to know is engraved there. I bid you all a good day." He left on that monotonous note.