Chapter 3: A Fork Road

An assassin cross, who was silently leaning against the wall, opposite the door of the bar, watched the Knight and the priestess leave. He grunted as he went into the back room. The noise from the other room decreased as he entered the room slammed the door.

"What's wrong , Scythe? Want me to do a little something for ya" a rather seducing voice spoke. It was a dancer. She sat at the couch with her legs crossed, grining seductively at the assassin cross. She wore a see-through bra and a very sexy thong, that would tickle any man's deepest desires. The assassin stared at her for a while and let out a sigh.

"I told you to stop calling me by my real name, Leila." he calmly said as he slowly sat next to her. "Let me rest for a bit, okay?"

"Awwww..." Leila pouted, moving her body closer to his. Pressing her chest against his arms and wrapping her arms around it. "But I'm bored Can I at least do something to you while you're resting?" The assassin's eyes closed and didn't even bother to answer the tempting question of the dancer. After a few seconds, he was asleep and Leila let out a smile as she watched him dozed off like that. She was lucky to see this part of her boyfriend's side. He's usually cold and rude to people. He's also a part of the rebellion and Guild Master of the secret guild known as the Venom guild. He is the number one enemy of the church and the government. He killed countless of people just for the sake of money and to survive. That's how he got his reputaion among the southern part of Rune-midgard. Along with the cities of Morroc, Scythe Valhalla a.k.a Scar , has become a hero for them but for Prontera,Izlude and the rest, they see him as an idiot who thinks that his ways are better than thiers. How lucky for Leila to see his Blood-thirsty bad boy is sound asleep. No one knows about his identity yet. It pays to have a fake name and change hairstyle from time-to-time. Scythe trusts Leila so much. Same goes for Leila. No matter how many lives he has taken, Leila will still love him until the end.

"So in other words, you and your brother were given the same rings before you were seperated and you're trying to find your brother by looking for the person that has the same ring as yours..."

"Which is you!"

"No-no, I'm not your brother. I bought this ring from a theif 5 years ago..Oh wait..I think It was 6 years ago." Van explained, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.

"Oh..I see..."

Arcane's face saddened. Her eyes were waterey, but she wouldn't dare cry in front of a stranger. Only her parents saw her cry..only them. Only those close to Arcane's heart can see her cry. She blinked once and tried to smile. It was written all over her face that she was disappointed. Van pitied her expression and eyes. It made him sad to see her like that. He rarely gets attached to people but he knew that Arcane was different from the beggining. He sighed and raised his hand. "If it makes you feel any better, I can be your temporary brother until you find your real one, okay? Don't you cry now." He cheerfully said as he patted Arcane's head and messed up her hair.

Arcane's mood recovered and stuck her tongue out. "Bleh! I won't cry! No way! I'm pretty stronger than that you know.!"

Van smiled as he stared at Arcane's happy face. He took his time looking at the young priestess. He felt so relaxed whenever he sees Arcane's cheerful expression. It reminded him of someone...It reminded him of..

"Shurelia..."