They departed from the dark, desolated underworld that all came to know as the Qliphoth. It was a lonely place, there was never sunlight reaching the gloomy atmosphere that hung thick in the air. Sea of amethyst poisons surrounded the only civilization: Yulia City.

Luke didn't like that place at all. Its isolationist lifestyle would turn any warm hearted man into stone, which explained why Tear was so cold at times. Ever since they departed the seemingly abyssal trench, Luke felt almost relief wash over him. When he was there, he felt something was watching him, lurking beneath shadows and waiting to pounce on him—or maybe he was just being paranoid. The only haven was at the selenia garden, where he and Tear held their conversation of Akzeriuth.

In the cabin, Luke looked at his hands, at first glimpse they were painted a dark red, but in a flash-it was gone. Innocent lives were stained on his hands. He couldn't believe that a seven year old could be a murderer ( Well, mentally.). It seemed whenever he had a lone time he would be brooding over the incidents of the past. Well, at least his conversation with Guy hadn't been so bad.

The replica felt a smile come on his face—Guy had came back for him. Though, their conversation had left a small bump on his head, it seemed that Guy believed in him for the better. He wouldn't let them down, it was a promise.

'The blonde gave the red head a good punch on the crown of the head, lips drawn to a small frown. Luke rubbed his forehead, eyes wide with shock. A questioning gleam sparked in his emerald eyes as they locked on Guy for answers.

The servant gave a sigh, his eyebrows raised skywards.

" You sure must've swallowed a lot of insults while you were sleeping," He shook his head but then began again after a short intake of air.

" And here I was, waiting for you."

" B-but I'm just a replica, not the real Luke! Asch is—" the noble retorted but was interrupted by a finger poking his forehead.

"You're you, Luke," Guy clarified, his eyes meeting his ex-master's.

" …and I would never abandon my best friend, no matter how dumb he can be." Guy's word was final, his eyes softened as he regarded at Luke.

Luke smiled inwardly, and surprisingly, the weight on his shoulders had grown a little lighter.

The noble lay in hid bed, listening to the waves that crashed against the rocking ship. To be honest, Luke hadn't gotten that much sleep, so as soon as they rejoined with the rest of the group the noble went straight into the cabin and took a nice, long nap. He intended to apologize to all of them, but the heaviness in his eyes compelled him to sleep.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. Luke was nervous to meet his comrades, the last time he saw them, and they seemed quite appalled by him (excluding Guy and Tear, of course). He set himself on his feet and dragged them towards the bathroom. The noble decided not to turn on the lights, since the lamp hanging from his cabin was bright enough for Luke to see a large portion of the bathroom, except for the dark tendrils hiding snug in the far side of the room.

He gave a good look at himself, but something in the background had sparked his interest. Something was off about it.

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There it was!

Luke spun around quickly, right where he sworn he saw sharp teeth curved into a cheshire grin at him. It just appeared out of nowhere. He was hoping that it was just the trick of eyes, an illusion because he was just so tired. The bags that were under his eyes could tell anyone that.

It was still there; this time the smile grew bigger and a pair of golden orbs opened to look down on him.

Luke's eyes were glued to those sharp teeth, his hand feeling the wall for the light switch.

His heart pounded in his chest when he finally flicked the switch on. The red-head was thrown off to see just what he assumed was… a cheagle?

" Hellllooo, gru!" It chirped, floating closer to the scion. The tiny claws on its hand wiggled evilly as darkness started to surround him. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, wishing for the cheagle-imp to go away.

" Why so afraid, gru? You should be honored, gru!" It told in a matter-of-fact way as if everyone knew.

" W-what?"

"'Cause, gru~gru," It visibly got more excited. "Da Mistress is adopting you, gru!" And with its scaly bat wings, it flapped above Luke's head and made its self comfortable there.

" I'm sorry but I don't want to be adopted." The red-head said hesitantly, not sure on how to reply to that but the thing disagreed with a shake of its head.

" Too late," The creature said, the tone of its voice totally taking on a new creepy. "Ruinosus angelus, you are apart of our family now."

A claw skidded across his forehead, and Luke felt a wave of dizziness crash over him.

"Become wild for us and discard the leash you call humanity."

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