I hope you're ready for a heavy chapter. I wanted to cut it in two because a lot of things happen, but I was unable to. I hope you don't feel too much rushed or anything...

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

The battling became a routine.

Every single mornings, they would wake Arthur and guide him to the arena. The first few fights were meant to make his mental's defence break down one by one. Those following were meant to push his energy to as far as it could go. After that, it was to make him snap and study him. Finally, the last one was always a matter of divertissement.

Believe it or not, it was quite impressive to watch. How cruel those scientists were you must tell yourself. I'm just going to remind you that in antiquity, they had gladiators. Hush now.

In fact, nothing of it was cruel. It was... Twisted. A little insane, a little evil, but mostly twisted and sick. One would glaly defend that their acting was against the human's right... But when you born sorcerer, you don't born as a human.

You're a demon with a human's body and mind.

That's what Arthur ended up to think after so many hours of fighting. He accepted what he was. The few memories he had left of his family or lover were out of reach, just a blur in the back of his mind. He was fighting just like the doctors wanted.

He was a good boy.

The horrible scream of the last beast he killed marked the end of the trial and of the week. He took the time to breath longly, feeling the air out and in his lungs. It was a particular feeling. Pretty much the last one that reminded him he was alive.

"Good ! Good ! Good ! I'm so proud of you my little fighter ! It's over now. We know everything we needed to know ! Do you know what that's mean ?"

They were going to kill him. No.

He was going to kill them !

But before he knew it, a new door opened and the two persons that got out make him freeze. He know them... No... He knew them. The things that were in front of him were barely a copy of those he knew. Of those he loved.

As much as he forgot about them as the days gone by, seeing their broken faces was making him remember everything.

His brothers have seemed to be turned into kind of chimera. As ugly as the past creatures he met... As dead in their mind as they were. Before he could regain consciousness, the two "boys" rushed at him, blood hungry.

"Alfred ! Matthew ! Don't your remember me ?!"

He screamed, trying to avoid every hit they did, trying to avoid their claws. This small moment made him remember about his first goal when their house burnt down to the ground. He promised them that neither he or his brothers were going down to hell.

It was too late for that now.

Just suddenly, he became the most religious person ever, praying for this to be just a horrible nightmare. Like a miracle, the lights in the arena started to flash red. This changes made the twins stop to attack, becoming curious about the lights. It didn't take much to take their attentions away.

Yet, those lights meant that one of the building's 'monster' escape, and that it was going right into the arena. Even by knowing the meaning of the lights, Arthur was quite surprised when he met the one who escaped.

Francis.

And at the same time.

It wasn't him...

He didn't have the time to understand what was happening tho. One of the brother took his attention back on him and slashed his sould out of his body...

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

It was... A weird feeling.

Arthur slowly opened up his eyes, looking around him. Everything he was seeing was white, having cloud like texture. He sure wasn't expecting that. He held his head as the memories of what happened a few seconds... Minutes... Hours ? Ago came back crashing into his head.

Tears climbed up in his eyes as he quickly got up on his feet, searching for something he knew.

"Hey, no need to cause such a mess right ?" A oddly familiar voice said.

Arthur's head snapped back at where the sound came from. It was him, it wasn't just a dream. He felt a sudden need of affection as he rushed up to him, tackling him into a hug.

"Woah ! Feeling affectionate already ?" Francis smirked, hugging him back.

I thought they morphed you like my brother ! I- I-" He wasn't even able to finish his sentences. Too many emotions in just one moment. It was overwhelming him. When he finally got a hold on himself, he took the time to ask the true questions.

"We're in the Writers Of Fate's world. In more simpler terms, we're in between many parallel universe. We're in a place, that is at the same time space, time and distortion."

"It's complicated ?.. Aren't we supposed to be dead ?.."

"Yes... But... Erhm..."

That's when Arthur noticed Francis' feature changed quite a bit. Some of his veins were glowing a soft blue and his eyes as well. His voice echoed way more than it used to and he had some kind of weird tattoo printed on his neck.

"You know what ? Forget it, it would be too long to explain. Come on."

He grabbed his lover's hand and started to walk in the cloud like ground. Arthur, being kind of trapped, decided to follow, even if a lot of question remained in his head.

"What I'll tell you isn't everything, but it's important. You have to listen well. You won't stay here forever with me. As you might know, sorcerer end in hell. You'll see what happen soon. But... I... No, how am I supposed to tell you this ? I didn't even know what I was since three hours ago, when I gained all the knowledge I needed to be here and complete my faith."

"You're clearly not an angel love."

"Geez thanks." Francis pouted. "Just know that... I'll be waiting okay ? Don't make me wait for too long..."

"What are you saying ?! This is just bloody fucked up ! Like, in two week, I got into a car accident, got imprisoned and used like a gladiators for mad scientist, my brothers became mad demons, I died and now you're telling me something else is going to happen ?! Everything is so rushed !"

"I know..." It was the only answer the French man gave him.

They stopped to walk as a huge clock appeared in front of them. By it's side there was a silhouette. It smiled, waving it's hand.

"I'm sorry, I've been mistaken. Your story is quite too dreadful and chaotic. Mind we change it a little mh ?~ After all, Fate is magic isn't it ?"