A/N: Ahem... well I've actually got my report card and I was pleasantly surprised by what I got in english. It would seem that I aced the finals for it because my grade jumped by fifteen percent. Well now that it's over, I should be making chapters maybe weekly. However, it also depends on whether I can get my lazy ass off of my couch and actually start writing again.
The most horrible thing happened though. As soon as I began writing this chapter, I had both a hugh writer's block and a amnesia of Trinity Blood characters, abilities, and the different names of the races. So this chapter is very half-assed in my opinion.
Italy, a place that has survived thousands of years through war. It was the central power for the conquering Romans. It was the country in which Mussolini lead his Facist army. It was one of the central sites where the Apocalyptic war ravaged the hardest. However, it, along with the Vatican, stand on the brink of destruction from the Rosencruetz Orden. The mysterious order has finally revealed their true power and many are horrified by what they saw.
Legions of Methuselah and disheartened Terrans charged through the entire citys. Leading them is the white-winged demon, Cain. Under his leadership, the order has laid waste to much of Northern Italy and parts of Byzantium.
Through all this, Albion has lent much aid to the Vatican, supplying its army with much of the Lost Technologies and placed its manufacturing power in full throttle. They were now creating balistics, aircrafts, and shield generators by the hundreds every day. It also lent aid towards the Methuselahs of Byzantium, supplying them with portable UV rejectors.
With this three way alliance, Rosencruetz Orden was held back for a small moment but many knew that it was temporary. The forces of Rosencruetz Orden were immense and they made up their lack of manufactoring powers with the qualities of their Lost Technologies.
Through all of this, The citizens of the ravaged lands tried to continue their daily lives elsewhere. Keyword: tried. No one could truly go back to before with the ominous clouds of war dancing before them.Still, they tried to do so by seeking refuge within the most well defended city of Italy, Vatican City. It is through this long trek that a pair of figures watched.
The smaller one spoke out disgust. "Look at them, they're going to trap themselves within the city. With all those people cramming themselves in the city, several well placed missiles can eliminate much of the population."
"...They only fear what they cannot defeat. It is human nature."
"But we're not human!" the shorter figure sounded irritated and pulled his hood to reveal pale blond hair and a boyish expression. "We aren't human so why in the world are we even following them? It's like sending us into the meat grinders!"
The taller figure chuckled and pulled back his hood as well, revealing long white hair and a pale, solemn face. "We are following them because we are going towards the same direction for the moment. They are heading towards Vatican city. We are making our way to Albion."
"Albion?"
"Yes. The city has survived much and as such, would most likely be targeted by Rosencruetz Orden once Vatican City falls." The older man's tone suddenly grew cold. "And Cain would most likely attack that city as soon as possible."
The shorter figure grumbled slightly. "I still don't know why we're going there in bright day light Abel. The sun is irritating me."
The taller man, now identified as Abel, laughed. "Come now Ion, the UV rejector should be strong enough to protect you against the sun in its burning day!"
"Doesn't mean I have to like it. The sun is way too warm and heats your face like a piece of dough in a oven."
"You complain too much Ion."
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Baelthel was often a man of great humor and can often joke around with even complete strangers when they enter his humble little tea shop. After all, a bartender with a great humor is what keeps the others light hearted as well. However, his humor was slightly wained as he gazed upon two cloaked figures entering his shop.
Masking his insecurities with a wide smile, he opend his arms ina entering gesture.
"Welcome to Baelthel's humble tea shop! What can I get for you customers?"
The shorter figure mumbled water while the taller one asked for tea. Baelthel nodded and fetched the required drinks. As he placed the water down, he asked the tall stranger on how many lumps of sugar he required.
"Thirteen lumps please."
Baelthel nearly face-faulted at that statement. 'What is with this man!? If he wanted energy he should've just gone to a coffee store!'
With a disbelieving expression, he placed thirteen sugar cubes into his milky tea.
"Here's your um... tea sir."
The man nodded his thanks and took a sip of his sugar coated tea. The moment the sweetened liquid enter his tastebuds, the man gave a loud sigh of contentment.
"Ahhhhhh... this is very good."
The shorter figure gave a very silent cough that may have covered up a snort. "You are way too addicted to those things."
"Perhaps but the sugar is just superb. What's more, it's been nearly three days since I had any tea! You must give me credit for holding out that long."
Again, the shorter figure coughed. "Please tell me you were joking. Did you not have that bile you call coffee seven hours ago?"
"Ahhh yes well... you cannot compare coffee with the sweet texture of tea."
The conversation died there. It seemed as if the shorter figure was too exasperated to reply. The pair finished their drinks before nodding towards Baelthel in thanks and leaving him the money on the counter. He looked up from the money, prepared to bid them a good day, but they were already gone, as if they were mere apparations.
A/N: Well... I hated the second part of this chapter but it was necessary to continue the plot. It wouldn't do to have them arrive in the Albion court so suddenly so I decided to leave a little of a omake if you will. Hopefully, I can actually get to the part where I want. I don't know when but I really want to have Abel meet with Esther again.
Well that's it for now. Lates
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