Goddess' Wish

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See You Around

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"You sure it was a good idea to send him off by himself?," Hilal asked as he leaped down from a small rock, hearing the older cleric land beside him several seconds later, "Though he's not of this world, I have a feeling that he gets himself into as much trouble as the one I had known here."

"He does," Aoshiro gave his brother a gentle smile when he was given a look as they walked along, "but do not worry though, when it comes to Khayru, he does pretty much everything right."

The Saint rolled his eyes in response, "Yeah, right, not everything." He made a small 'tsch', "Remember the time when he invited you and I to run the Minotaur Nest with Khayru?"

Laughter escaped from Aoshiro's lips, "You experienced that as well?"

Hilal raised an eyebrow at the Guardian before he continued, "Yes, the time when Nabiha continually jumped on you when you were sleeping so that we can run as a family into the Minotaur nest only for Khayru to become incapacitated and for Umamba to chase Nabiha around around the arena."

"Yes," Aoshiro chuckled, "how can I forget the day when I watched you chase our brother around the arena in hopes of giving him a heal only to realize that at the pace that he was going, you would never be able to catch up to him?"

Hilal rolled his eyes, "I even yelled at him to stop but either he was too stupid to listen or he didn't hear me."

"H'm, it could be the latter," Aoshiro said thoughtfully, "then again, our brother wasn't really bright upstairs, if you know what I mean?"

"Of course I do," Hilal heaved out a sigh, "that's why I doubt his ability to travel safely alone." He shook his head, "Still don't understand why you decided to him go off by himself. What if he gets into a battle that he can't handle?"

The Guardian just gave his young brother another gentle smile, "To think in all my years of us being a family, I would have never thought that you would openly express concern for Nabiha."

Hilal eyes went wide, "What makes you think that I was concerned for him? All I'm worried about is him not giving our position away."

Aoshiro released another short laugh, "Stop denying it Hilal. We've known each other for years and I could easily tell that currently, you are trying to hide the truth."

The Saint's ice blue eyes gazed into the Guardian's gentle hue, their eyes locking together signaling a silent conversation.

"I am not showing concern," Hilal finally denied once more before he turned his eyes away and huffed, recieving another laugh from the older Cleric.

Xxxxx

To think, in all his years of grief and regret, that he would be holding her like this again, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried into her blonde locks. Every time he took in a deep breath, the familiar scent of trees and flowers wafted into his nostrils. Just like the time when he had first met her. Brushing his fingers through her hair, Nabiha pulled her closer into his embrace, feeling no resistance as he performed this motion. In contrast, Khayru had buried herself closer into his chest, tightening her arms around his back, like as though she feared that he was going to slip away. Like hell he was going to lose her again.

The two stuck fast to each other, keeping their eyes closed as they continued to stand in each other's embrace.

"Nabiha," Khayru whispered.

Hearing his name being called, Nabiha's heart skipped a beat, feeling tears of joy forming in his eyes. Never he would have thought that he would hear her speak his name again.

"Khayru," He replied, voicing the same compassion as within the Elven Queen.

The Moon Lord felt her lean in closer to his chest, "I've missed you."

"And so have I," Nabiha replied as he continued to brush his fingers through her silk strands, "I never thought the day would come when I would see you again."

"As of I," The Tempest buried herself deeper into the Moon Lord's arms, "to think that of all days, that I would meet you here, alive and well."

With that, Khayru slowly peeled herself away from the Swordsman's arms, causing a great emptiness to swell between them.

"Something wrong?" Nabiha asked, wrapping his fingers around Khayru's hand, his eyes showing clear concern even when the Elven Queen shook her head.

"Nothing, it is just that," she paused, "Where have you been all this time?"

No sooner had she spoken the words when Nabiha's heart turned to ice, feeling it shatter like as though the question was an arrow piercing through his chest.

"Khayru..." Nabiha whispered as he tightened his hand around hers before slowly and reluctanty releasing his grip and slowly shaking his head, "No, you're not Khayru." He took several steps back, struggling to ignore the look of confusion on the Tempest's features, "at least, not the one that I know."

"What are you talking about Nabiha?" Khayru asked as she took small steps forward, slowly reaching out her hand towards the Moon Lord's shoulder. The swordsman took several steps back.

"Do you seriously think that I am the Nabiha that you know?" he asked, "Hilal, Xsayara, and even Xithyl before he had lost his voice told me about the day that 'I died' and how you were there and completely confirmed my passing." The Swordsman's voice faded, diverting his eyes away from the Elven Queen and down towards the floor, "And the Khayru I had known had died as well."

Ignoring the look of shock on the Tempest's features, Nabiha forced himself to gaze into her blue hues, "I am sorry but you are not the Khayru that I had known," He paused, hesitation clear in his eyes before he spoke once more, "and I am not the same Nabiha of this world."

"Nabiha..." Khayru hesitated, "please, stop talking nonsense."

"I am not talking nonsense, it's the truth," Nabiha retorted, causing the Tempest to take several steps back, "It's the truth...the...truth..." The Moon Lord lifted up one of his hands, his glistening blue eyes staring into his gauntlet hand, " a truth...that I can't seem to..." His hand slowly curled into a fist, "I can't seem to accept." Nabiha turned his head to the side, "I'm sorry, but this...this doesn't feel right."

Standing for several seconds, the Elven Queen slowly approached the Moon Lord, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Then perhaps...we could start over?"

Lowering his hand, Nabiha's blue eyes slowly turned and stared in familiar blue hues, seeing the pleading, the longing in her eyes, "Starting over..?" He contemplated, his thoughts slowly bringing memories back from his past. Back when the four of them use to be a family. Back when the four of them use to laugh, casually running dungeons and nests together, meeting over at their 'tree', and seeing each other filled with so much happiness. And seeing 'her; filled with so much happiness.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Nabiha's gaze continued to lock onto the Elven Queen's, his eyes showing complete confusion and longing, "I'm...I'm not sure." He looked away, having already sensed her disappointment and hurt, "But maybe when this is all over, when we find Xithyl and Xsayara, I might consider it."

Then slowly and somewhat reluctantly, Nabiha turned his eyes back towards Khayru, only to see her eyes beaming.

Just like the one he had known.

Xxxxx

"Xithyl wake up," Xsayara hissed as he rubbed the back of his head, "Come on Xithyl, the door is wide open, we can get out of here." The blonde child once again shook the shoulder of the one he called cousin, only to once again, gain no response, "Xithyl!" Filled with frustration at the lack of response from the young cleric, Xsayara curled his right hand and with one stroke, gave a firm punch to Xithyl's shoulder. Without warning, a bright light filled Xsayara's vision followed by a burning sensation, causing him to cry out as he shoved himself away from the young cleric.

"Xithyl," Xsayara gasped as he watched his cousin shakily push himself into a seated position, sparks of lightning still springing from his cousin's arms, "What did you do that-" He paused, "Xithyl, are you alright?"

The young Cleric was panting heavily, both his hands wrapped around his neck as he bowed low, letting out whimpers every few breaths.

"Xithyl?" Xsayara called once more, reaching out of his hands to the young cleric's shoulder.

In repsonse, Xithyl gasped and jumped away from his cousin, releasing small sparks of lightning as he pressed himself against the wall behind him as he curled up into a ball, his heavy panting still clear in the silent room. Flinching at the memory of being blasted with his cousin's skills, Xsayara once again reached out and tentatively placed the tips of his fingers on Xithyl's shoulders. The young cleric flinched however, continued to release small whimpers as he wrapped his hands around his neck.

"Xithyl," Xsayara hesitated, "What's wrong?"

At first, no response came from the young cleric, only silence within the dark room as the seconds ticked by. Finally, Xithyl raised his head from his knees and removed one of his hands away from his neck however continued to breath heavily, like as though he was having trouble breathing. Seeing this action, Xsayara motioned his hand down, "Could I see?"

Hesitation could be seen in the young cleric's bright blue eyes, fidgeting in place as he contemplated if he should obey or ignore his cousin's request. Looking into his cousin's darker hue, he reluctantly and slowly lowered his free hand, turning his eyes away from Xsayara's. Squinting at the wound around his neck, Xsayara's eyes widen as a realization dawned upon him. Though it hadn't reopened, a large bruise could been seen on Xithyl's old wound, the imprints a hand clear around his neck. In other words, someone had deliberately had done him harm.

"Xithyl, what happened?" the blonde warrior asked, slowly scooting himself closer to his cousin, only for the young cleric to quickly bury his head into his knees once more, "Xithyl..."

That's when Xithyl's shoulders started shaking, his quivering hands hugging his knees tightly, shaking his head as he continued to stare into his knees. Seeing his cousin in such a condition, Xsayara glanced back towards the doorway, seeing the entrance wide open, tempting him to run and escape with or without the young cleric. In the state that his cousin was in, he knows for sure that there was no way he could escape, at least not like this. Though the temptation was great, Xsayara heaved out a heavy sigh before seating himself next to the younger cleric, wrapping a comforting arm around the smaller child's shoulders.

Escape was really tempting. But his loyalty to his cousin was stronger.

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"I originally planned to follow the Traitor Cleric all the way to where he was keeping the boys," Khayru explained before she released a sigh, "however, I was caught seconds after I entered the area and as such, I lost contact with him."

"It's fine," Nabiha comforted as he walked alongside the Tempest, "from what I can see, this place is quite small and should be easy to search if we split-"

"We can't do that!" Khayru cried, causing the Moon Lord to jump, "I-I mean what if I-I l-lose-No wait! I don't mean-" The Elven Queen's face flushed, twiddling her fingers as she finally murmured, "Isn't it safer to travel as a pair?"

Nabiha blinked several times at the Tempest, before his face too flushed as he realized what the Elven Queen wanted, "O-Of course," he scratched the back of his head, "If it makes you feel safer, I guess."

"O-Of course," Khayru shifted uncomfortably as the two of them broke eye contact, a light shade of red upon their features, "So...your daughter...is she..." She paused, hesitation clear in her eyes, "Is she...ours?"

Nabiha glanced at her, before he shrugged, "I'm not sure. True she was born from the Tree of Life however she has a uncanny resemblance to both of us..." He hesitated for a moment, "You especially."

Khayru blinked once, "I-I see." With that she turned her gaze away from the Moon Lord and murmured, "So she really is our child."

"What did you say?" Nabiha asked.

Khayru turned her blue eyes back towards the Moon Lord and smiled innocently, "It's nothing."

The only response she gained was a puzzled look, "Well if you say so." Nabiha then awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "So Xsayara...he's..." He hestiated for a second, "how is he doing growing up without a father?"

Silence permeated throughout the two, causing Khayru to absentmindly interwined her fingers with Nabiha's, hesitation clear in her eyes, "Well, to be honest, in my perspective, he seems to be doing alright." A wary smile faded onto her features, "He even claimed that he's going to be a great Swordsman like you someday."

A faint smile flashed onto Nabiha's lips, "Oh really? Planning to become a Moon Lord?"

Khayru gave the Swordsman a nervous smile, "Not...not really."

This caused the Moon Lord to pause for a moment, "A Gladiator then?"

"He maybe your son but somehow he didn't inherit your skill for magic," The Tempest gave Nabiha another faint smile, "but if it makes you feel better, when he figured that out, he was disappointed. Xsayara wanted to be exactly like you after all."

Silent for amoment, a smile cracked onto the Moon Lord's features before he started to laugh, causing the Elf Queen to give him a bewildered look, "What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry," Nabiha apologized as he chuckled, "It's just that Ireth is in a similar situation." He gave the Tempest a smile as he continued, "Though young, Ireth realized that she can't be a Tempest like you since her agility isn't high enough for the requirements." Nabiha shook his head, "When she figured that out, she exclaimed that she'll be a great WindWalker."

Staring at the Swordsman, Khayru laughed as well, "My, my, to think that at the age of our children are at, they're already planning out their paths."

"Gives them a reason to get stronger I guess," Nabiha shrugged, before tightening his grip around Khayru's hand, causing th Tempest to glance upwards at the Moon Lord, "Though I want to talk more about our children, we have a duty to do first."

Staring at the Swordsman intently, Khayru nodded before she leaped forward, jerking Nabiha along with her as she leaped through the air.

"Khayru! Careful! I can't jump high as you!"

"Sorry!"

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Xsayara heaved out a heavy sigh as his blue hues eyed the open door warily. True he knew that his cousin would be exhausted from waking up only to realize that his chance of gaining his voice back is now zero but...does he really have to sleep now?

With this in thought, the blonde warrior turned his gaze towards the sleeping cleric whom had cuddled against him. Seeing his cousin sleeping caused Xsayara to heave out another sigh of frustration.

Seriously Xithyl?, the boy thought frustratingly as he placed a hand onto Xithyl's shoulder, his intent to shake his cousin awake. However, as he positioned himself to wake the young cleric, Xsayara eyed the small remnants of tears left in his cousin's eyes and face, watching as Xithyl stirred before huddling tighter into a ball. Seeing this, Xsayara gently removed his hand from Xithyl's shoulders. He can't wake his cousin, at least not like this. Heaving out another frustrated sigh, Xsayara turned his eyes back towards the open door only to abruptly stand as a shadow jumped into view.

"Xsayara?"

Blinking several times, the young warrior's eyes widen before he dashed forward, "Uncle Hilal!"

Without warning, he leaped into the air, causing the Saint to gasp in surprise, "Xsayara!"

Quickly, Hilal stretched out his arms before taking several strides forward, feeling the familiar weight of his nephew landing into his arms. He then heaved out a sigh of relief.

"Xsayara," He repeated again however Hilal's eyes narrowed as he held the blonde warrior out in front of him, "how many times do I have to tell you to warn me when you jump like that? I don't want to drop you again."

"You dropped Xsayara?" Aoshiro popped up behind his brother, "When did that happen?"

"...Xsayara, where's Xithyl?" The Saint then placed the young warrior back onto the ground, "Is he not with you?"

Xsayara nodded, "Of course he is, it's just that..." The blonde boy's voice faded as he turned and stared at the sleeping form of his cousin before turning his eyes back towards his uncle, "Uncle Hilal, he's hurt."

Almost immediately, hands clamped down onto the young warrior's shoulders, causing him to jump as he gazed into the Saint's eyes, only to see them in wide eyed horror.

"Where is he, Xsayara?" Hilal demanded, "Where is-" He stopped as his pale blue eyes glanced behind Xsayara. Then without a moment hesitation, he released his grip off of his nephew and ran towards Xithyl's sleeping form, kneeling down next to him as he placed a hand upon his son's shoulder, "Xithyl..." His free hand tighten into a fist, "I'm sorry."

Then without another word, he gently scooped the small cleric into his arms, clutching him close to his chest as he stood up. Slowly, he brushed some loose strands from his son's face, his eyes widening as he glanced the bruise around his son's neck. Once again, his free hand tighten into a fist.

"Hilal," Aoshiro started, but stopped as the Saint turned to face him.

"Let's hurry," Hilal tighten his grip on his son, "Perhaps if we get back to the Haven then maybe-" He stopped short as he glanced behind the Guardian only for his eyes to widen, "Shiro!"

The first reaction of the older cleric was to stare at his brother puzzled. However, the sound of a weapon whistling through the air caught his attention. As such, he leaped forward, catching Xsayara into his arms before rolling onto the ground, closing the distance between him and the Saint immediately before rolling back onto his feet and twirling around.

"IIarion?" The Guardian gasped as he wrapped his arms protectively around the blonde warrior, whom stared wide eyed between the Paladin and older cleric.

"Nice to see you again, Father Shiro," IIarion grinned maniacally as he stepped into the room, unsheathing his flail as he did so, "It's been how long since we have last seen each other? 2 years? 3?"

"Four" Aoshiro quickly corrected as he placed Xsayara onto the floor before stepping in front of him protectivly, "Four years since you defected from the Order and joined Vestinel."

IIarion tilted his head at this, the grin still upon his features, "You actually said her name. Back when I use to be in the order, you would just call her the 'Jealous Goddess." He licked his lips, "Does that mean you are ready to join her side, Father Shiro?"

"Of course not," Aoshiro retorted, unsheathing his mace from his side, "I was ignorant back then to call the Jealous goddess by her proper name but even though I now call her by her real name, I will always serve the goddess Althea."

This wiped the grin off of IIarion's face, "Still refusing her offer, h'm?"

The smile then faded back onto the Paladin's face, "Fine then, I'll just have to use force!"

Without warning, he leaped forward, the hand wielding the flail pulled back for a strike. Caught off guard, Aoshiro mentally praised his reflexes as his arm wielding the shield mechanically raised itself, blocking the young Paladin's attack.

"Hilal! Get Xsayara and Xithyl out of here!" Aoshiro ordered as he grabbed IIarion's arm and twirled around, running until he slammed the cleric into the wall behind him.

Hilal stood his ground, "But Shiro-"

"Hilal please! Think of the children!"

Jumping at the sudden raise of volume in his brother's voice, Hilal hesitated before nodding before grabbing Xsayara's hand and dragging the young warrior out of the room before he can protest.

"Stay safe," Aoshiro said under his breath before he felt himself being shoved away.

Quickly landing back onto his feet, Aoshiro held up his shield in front, watching as the young Paladin dusted himself off.

"Soft as always Father Shiro," IIarion grinned as he rolled his shoulders, "you had the chance to kill me right there but instead you used it to let the others escape." He laughed, "How pathetic Father Shiro, we're in the middle of a war but all you can think of is your comrades? Ridiculous." The young Paladin tilted his head to one side, letting some of his white strands fall in front of his crimson eyes, "It would be better off if you cut connections with them Father Shiro." He straighten his gaze to peer into the older cleric's pale colored eyes, "You don't want to feel the same pain when you killed Brother Jacob and Uncle Hilal, right?"

"IIarion!" Aoshiro snapped, gaining a laugh as a response.

"Bringing up their names, does it cause you pain Father Shiro?" IIarion purred, causing the Guardian to flinch, "You killed them after all." He tilted his head once more, "But Brother Jacob was an accident, Uncle Hilal on the other hand-"

"Enough!" Aoshiro placed his shield in front of him, dashing forward in an attempt to connect his secondary weapon into the Paladin's chest.

However, with a laugh, IIarion easily dodged to the left, causing Aoshiro instead to crash into the wall behind him.

Feeling the impact run through his arms and throughout his body, the Guardian took several stunned steps back, shaking his head in an attempt to shake away the daze within his head.

"Awww, did that hurt Father Shiro?" IIarion mocked as Aoshiro placed a hand upon his head to help him focus as he turned and faced the young Paladin, "don't worry Father Shiro, Goddess Vestinel would make it all better!"

With that IIarion outstretched one arm, his hand glowing with the casting of a skill. A skill that Aoshiro knows too well.

"Goddess Relic!"

Hearing the name of the spell echoe within the small room, Aoshiro eyes snapped towards the ground, seeing the familiar incantations. Ignoring the dizziness within his head, the Guardian dodged to the side, expecting to completely dodge the relic. However, as he landed what he expected a safe distance, the sigil upon the ground glowed and expanded, catching Aoshiro off guard.

"It can't be," He murmured as he looked up, seeing the familiar but changed relic falling, "You didn't-"

A large 'crash' could be heard as the relic landed upon the ground.

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"Hilal!"

Coming to a sudden halt, the Saint turned around, heaving out a sigh of relief as he recognized the blonde hairs of his sister and brother, "Khayru, Nabiha."

"Mommy!" Xsayara cried as he ripped his hand from his Uncle's, dashing towards his mother who knelt down and caught the speeding warrior.

"Xsayara," She held her son tighter as she stood up, feeling her son bury himself into her shoulder, "Thank the Goddess you're safe."

"Is Xithyl alright?" Nabiha asked as he walked up towards the Saint, placing a gentle hand upon the young cleric's shoulders.

Hilal hesitated for a moment before he shook his head, "I'm afraid not. I don't know how but something or someone had placed more damage upon his throat."

"Say what!?"

Hilal placed a finger on his lips, signaling the Swordsman to silence himself, "Xithyl is asleep and I do not want to wake him." He paused, his arms wrapping tighter around the sleeping cleric's form, "especially now."

Seeing the concern in his brother's eyes, Nabiha heaved out a sigh before nodding, "Then let's go before-"

He paused, "Where's Shiro?"

Silence permeated through the air.

"Hilal, where's Shiro?" Khayru repeated the question, tightening his grip on her son, her blue eyes widening in horror as the Saint turned his eyes away from her and the Moon Lord.

"He had told me to run," Hilal whispered, "he's...he's facing IIarion. Alone."

"And you left him there by himself!?" Nabiha roared, causing the Saint to jump and turn his gaze towards him, "Yeah sure Shiro's a Guardian but even the 'Ultimate Tank' have-"

A small whimper echoed throughout the hall, causing all eyes to trace towards the sleeping form in Hilal's arms.

Xithyl flinched several times before whimpering again, causing Hilal to clutch his son closer to his chest, "Shiro told me to run for the sake of the children." The Saint turned his pale blue eys towards his brother, "Otherwise I would have stayed and fought alongside him."

Nabiha was silent for a moment, his blue eyes staring into his little brother's. Finally he released a growl of frustration, "Fine, you and Khayru go on ahead but I'm going back to help Shiro."

"What?" Khayru stared at him with terrified eyes, holding her son tighter in her arms, "If Shiro had told Hilal to run then that means his opponent is-"

"That's exactly why I'm going back," Nabiha unsheathed his blade, "Though he can endure any battle, even Shiro has his limits." He turned his eyes towards his brother, "Hilal, which direction is Shiro at?"

Xxxxx

The first thing that Aoshiro felt was hands being wrapped around his neck seconds when he awoke from unconsciousness, cutting off precious air from his lungs.

"Surprised to see that I have specialized as a Crusader now, Father Shiro?" IIarion asked as the Guardian wrapped his hands around his own, attempting to pry his son's hands off of his neck, "You should be proud of me, after all," He grinned as he tighten his grip around Aoshiro's neck, causing the older cleric to choke as he continued to struggle to get the Crusader off of his chest, "You did tell me to be stronger than you right?"

Feeling his son's hands wrap tighter around his neck, Aoshiro mentally cursed his heavy armor restraining his movements as he continued to struggle underneath IIarion's weight, only to feel the Crusader's hands tighten in response.

"Don't worry Father Shiro, I won't kill you," IIarion chirped as he watched Aoshiro's hands turn feeble, one collapsing onto his father's side as he felt the lone hand losing its grip, "After, all Goddess Vestinel wants you on her side."

"I-I won't-" Aoshiro felt himself being cut off as more pressure was applied to his neck, causing him to struggle once more.

"You caught the full blast of that Goddess Relic Ex Father Shiro," IIarion chuckled, "Your body can't fight back in its current state," He then leaned in close so that he was next to Aoshiro's ear, "And you know that."

With that, with one finally gesture, he competely cut off the Guardian's wind pipe, causing Aoshiro's eyes to widen before his arms started to flail, a desperate attempt to get the younger cleric off of him.

"It's easier if you don't struggle," IIarion grinned before shifting himself so that his knee was now upon his father's chest, adding weight upon his father's air defficient lungs, "you'll lose consciousness faster that way."

Opening his mouth in an attempt to talk, Aoshiro found himself unable to form words, making him realize that any attempts to talk to IIarion is out of the question. As such, Aoshiro picked up his arms and randomly lashed out at the Crusader. His fingers one of the few areas where his skin was exposed, the Guardian felt his finger nails dig into flesh before feeling the familiar sensation of blood flowed down his hand. The edges of his vision black, Aoshiro looked up towards his son's face, only to see that he had struck his son across his left cheek, actually drawing blood and from the look upon the Crusader's face, he wasn't too pleased about it. Keeping one hand around Aoshiro's neck, IIarion used his free hand to wipe some of the blood from the wound before glancing down at his fingers. Then, the Guardian watched as the Crusader curled his hand into a fist. Then without warning, Aoshiro felt an impact upon the side of his face, the force strong enough to snap his head to one side. Already dazed from the lack of oxygen, Aoshiro saw his vision go black before feeling a hand grab him by the lower jaw and forcing him to look into the furious eyes of his son.

"That was the first time you hit me," IIarion growled as he grabbed some of his father's hair and slammed the back of his head into the ground, ignoring the fact that the Guardian was wearing a helm, "So how does it feel Father Shiro!?" He lifted Aoshiro's head and slammed it back onto the floor again, "How does it feel being hit by your own son, huh!?"

IIarion then proceeded to repeat the gesture, even when Aoshiro felt blood run down the back of his neck. After what seemed like eternity, Aoshiro felt his head hitting the floor and finally stop, hearing IIarion pant from the work.

"You still conscious Father Shiro?" IIarion lifted Aoshiro's helm off of his head, grinning as the Guardian's eyes flickered, "Good." He tossed the helm to the side before wrapping his hands back around his father's neck, "Then we can get back to business."

Feeling his air cut off once more, Aoshiro relented. He was too weak to fight back and even he did want to, his body wouldn't respond, proven when he tried to flex his hands only for his fingers to twitch. Seeing how still his father has become, IIarion smiled, "So you finally realized you can't win, Father Shiro?" He tilted Aoshiro head back, hearing the Guardian choke from the action, "Then don't worry, I'll make it quick."

Then with one swift movement, IIarion stopped all air circulation, feeling Aoshiros' body stiffen underneath him in response, however he felt no struggle, only the occasionally spasm that the Guardian's body would release before finally, IIarion felt Aoshiro go limp. Quickly releasing his hands from his father's neck, the Crusader checked the Guardian's pulse, grinning as he felt life flowing through it. Weak, but a life nontheless.

With that, IIarion stood up before hauling Aoshiro's unconscious form over his shoulders.

"Drop him!"

Hearing footsteps dashing towards him, IIarion calmly grinned before leaping up before twirling around and landing a safe distance away, "Uncle Nabiha, nice to meet you again."

"What have you done to Shiro!?" Nabiha roared as he dashed forward again, swinging his blade in hopes of contact.

With a laugh, IIarion, leaped back once again, "I wish I can stay and play more, Uncle Nabiha but sadly, Goddess Vestinel can't wait."

"You're not getting away!" The Moon Lord dashed forward once more, his blade held at ready to strike.

However, the instant his blade sliced through IIarion's midsection, the form turned into a mist, causing the Swordsman to stare in shock as the black fog faded from his sight.

That's when IIarion's voice echoed throughtout the room, "See you soon, Uncle Nabiha."

I finally beat you Writer's block! QuQ

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Anyways, yeah, Shiros' in trouble QuQ

and yeah, IIarion is a Sader lol

Okay, to be honest, I"m not proud of this chapter O_O

SO yeah, enjoy lol

~123arcalas