Dark Side Of The Moon
Chapter 6: Pillars Of The Underworld
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: The Guilty Gear series is the rightful property of Arc System Works. Some of the characters are being borrowed for non-profit purposes.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
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"Welcome to my castle."
Slayer said. Everyone stood in a barren looking courtyard with a large glyph like symbol carved into the hard earth. There was a creepy looking armored skeleton standing behind it, as if guarding the symbol. Tattered banners hung from the wall, and even though they swayed as if being moved by the wind, no sound of wind or the swishing of the banners could be heard. Even as everything was strewn in pale golden light from the sun, Dizzy could not shake the feeling of foreboding from Slayer's castle.
"Keh...you still live in this dump of a rock."
Sol said, his large sword hefted over his shoulder. He did not seem effected by the strange atmosphere in the slightest.
'Wait, he said that the strange man still lives here, so he must have been here long enough to get used to this place. Where is this castle located anyway? I've never seen a place like this during the Crusades and our Gear conquest.'
Dizzy pondered to herself.
"By the way Ms. Dizzy, I did not have enough time to introduce myself back on Zepp. My name is Slayer. Perhaps you've heard of it before?"
Slayer said as he bowed politely to the Half-Gear, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. His customs and manners were definitely old, older than he himself seemed. Dizzy pondered his name.
"Slayer...? Before the Assassin's Guild pulled out of the war because the Order could not keep funding their services, I'd heard that a man by the same name founded the Guild in ancient times. You could be the same person if you've lived to be a hundred years old. What are you by the way?"
Dizzy's curiosity got the better of her. Slayer smirked, his pipe upturning a bit in his mouth from the action.
"Me? I'm an exception to the world of Humans, much like yourself and Sol. I am usually referred to as a Nightwalker. Not the most polite or correct of terms, but it will do for now."
The Vampire said.
"So Vampires really did exist at one time and it would seem they still do...you and that woman Sharon are proof of that. How did you meet with the traitor...? I mean, Sol."
The Half-Gear asked. Slayer stroked his beard in thought.
"Well, my wife isn't the same race as myself, but she is immortal. As for Sol...you might want to ask him yourself. But that time is not now..."
Slayer mentioned as he turned to face Sol.
"Sol, I want to discuss some matters of importance to you in private. If you'll stay here for the night, I'll give you the new seal my wife holds, and she can create a spare uniform from the knight clothing you stole the previous day."
He said to the Gear. Sol scoffed.
"Bastard...were you spying on me and the girl after the war? You've got a lot a nerve."
Sol drawled out, fist tightening over his sword's handle. Slayer shrugged.
"You refuse? Even knowing what it would mean?"
Slayer asked, though already knowing there was not much Sol could use to argue against him with, and the Gear knew it.
"...Asshole. Get it over with old man, I've got other things to do."
Sol said curtly as he walked into the castle, already knowing his way around anyway. Slayer turned to Sharon.
"Dear, please give me the seal, and please show Ms. Dizzy to a nice spare room."
The Vampire instructed of his wife before heading into the castle, already knowing Sol would be heading into the castle's study room. Sharon began walking in another direction, waving Dizzy over.
"Why can't I be allowed to hear the conversation as well?"
Dizzy asked the Vampire's wife. Sharon did not let a word out, and continued walking away with a reluctant Dizzy following behind since she could get lost in a castle this big when it was her first time in the area.
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Slayer sat down in a tall red padded chair, opposite of Sol who sat in a similar chair.
"Are you ready to be listen now?"
Slayer asked. Sol muttered irritably in a low tone of voice. Slayer held the red headpiece up in his hand, watching as the Gear's mismatched eyes focused on it.
"...Make this quick."
Sol let out a deep sigh as he stared at the Vampire.
"After the death of Justice you were imparted with knowledge of That Man, your creator. You seek him out now, correct?"
Slayer mentioned. Sol shrugged.
"...So? What's it to you?"
He said with another sigh.
"He was a prisoner at the Gear Plant that the red musician, a woman named I-No, found the coordinates for after killing the once famous Dr. Baldhead."
Slayer continued on. Sol's eye twitched.
"WHAT!"
The Gear roared, voice echoing off the walls. He clenched the right side arm rest of his chair so tightly it broke into splintered pieces. Slayer remained calm, though noting that Sol's crimson eye retracted a bit as the pupil became a vertical slit with an animalistic gleam. The right side of Sol's gritted teeth shown with overly large set of fangs. Even the right side of his body altered slightly, small veins appearing across his skin until they reached his right hand, altering his finger nails into an impressive set of claws. The splintered wood still caught in his fist burned to ash.
"You've nearly recovered all your power, Sol. But you know it won't be enough even if you decide to attack me."
Slayer said. Sol calmed down, his features returning to normal. He leaned into his chair further, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with his sword to remain calm and remind himself that Slayer wasn't his enemy. Just an exceedingly annoying old man in Sol's eyes.
"Keep talking. I doubt he's still there?"
The Gear asked. Slayer shook his head.
"No, he isn't. I-No snuck into the plant while you were battling with Dizzy and met with him. Apparently, his charisma was enough to win her favor and she aided him in his escape. I predict that she is probably still with him because she finds him interesting."
The Vampire informed. Sol snorted in disgust.
"Shit. I knew I should have killed that crazy bitch when I had the chance. Where's she stashing him at?"
He asked. Slayer looked amused, stroking his moustache.
"No...it's not where, Sol, but when."
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Note-Sorry about this update coming in so late. Sol and Slayer interaction continues in this chapter, but that's a given considering the previous chapter. This chapter and the next one are going to unfortunately be very slow paced, with a lot of dialogue and information to be digested, but hopefully remain interesting none the less.