Walker couldn't believe it. Seven years of knowing the fatty and there he had been, staring at him, those blue green eyes of him mimicking the crushing depths of the ocean in the darkness of the night. He wasn't as fat as he was years ago having been personally worked on by the exorcist, but still, the audacity of the look that had been thrown at him by the boy was a whole new experience that Walker had really not been sure how to address.

The boy was outside the dungeon. Four years of doing and redoing this had gotten him used to Phillip's shenanigans but, today felt different. Somehow, that calm pose that usually wasn't there, was unnerving.

After seeing that look for the first time, everything else was a blur. A rough cough racked his being and the fluid that filled his lungs came out of his mouth with sickening force. What was up with that? His vision wasn't clearing, but even in the haze, he could tell that whatever that came out of his body was red.

What the fuck was that? Since when did he have red stuff coming out of his body?

Wait...

What exactly happened in the first place?

There was a loud shuffle somewhere to his left. Turning his head was suddenly impossible and shifting his eyes to address the sound was useless. Dust and stinging air filled the entire surrounding. Another cough with more red stuff coming out of him.

Fuck. He felt awful.

" You guys really are out of your damn minds."

He knew that voice. Phillip's voice!

"I didn't have to break out in the first place if you were just going to murder everyone." another set of shuffles and a steady drag of feet. Walker's head swam with rage, his vision clearing with the rampant flow of blood in response to his fury. Images started filling his head, memories.

Valper. That bastard!

With a growl, his fists clenched and he roused himself to his feet, stumbling around, his balance off and strength in his limbs fluctuating. Something very wrong was going on in his body, and he guessed it had something to do with that green gas Valper had released.

It was poisonous.

That fucked up priest wanted to kill them! All of them!

" ...it's a failure Walker! There is no way to artificially increase a person's light attribute through natural means..."

"..so you murder them! Is that the only option left Valper .."

"...you make it sound as if you won't be among the deceased..."

"...what?"

And then, Phillip had stumbled in, walking casually as if he hadn't just snuck out from the basements. There had been no talk. The boy had pulled out a light sword from his pocket and proceeded to pounce on them. At first, Walker had been sure it was because he was tired, worn out from teaching a couple of brats how to kill each other without killing each other using objects that enact real life miracles. There was honestly no way a twelve year old boy who had a track record of being the laziest most annoying complainer in the institution could have brought him down in less than five moves. Right?

Before he got a chance to redeem himself, Valper released his gas in a desperate attempt to flee the overly calm and disturbing eyes of the twelve year old. The attack was desperate enough not be released as a cloud of poison but as a shockwave of blistering toxins.

Walker coughed out another glob of blood.

"Here's one thing I didn't expect to see."

He turned around, facing the boy. He had a bleeding cut on his forehead, dirt and dust settling on his body. Not one part of his body was broken, despite the violent manner in which the shockwave had thrown them.

"You must be made of tough stuff since you're alive." Phillip continued.

"I could say the same for you." he responded, his eyes finally adjusting to the environment. To the far right of the breaking building were bodies. The nuns. None of them were moving. The entire structure was in shambles, pieces of debris filling the ground. Looking to the farthest left, the sleeping area was no more.

The kids were also gone.

"Was this what you had planned all along?" Phillip asked. The light capsule was still in his hand, held tightly with trembling hands. Walker nearly faltered when his eyes met the boy's. That calm preditorial expression, the one that felt like there was an animal pouncing on him. An alpha's look.

"How long have you been that strong?" The man responded with his own question.

"I would answer you but you wouldn't believe me." Phillip answered" back to my question, was killing everyone what you guys planned on doing."

"Look around you brat, Valper fucked all of us." he growled, his hand growing heavy with the weight of a sword settling on his grip.

"I thought you guys were besties."

"Clearly not." he said, cracking his neck, ignoring the sickening sound.

"Amazingly enough, you seem to be angry at me." a long blade made of glowing light sprung from the capsule in his hand, bathing them with light.

"Always have been. I have a reason to kill you. Valper ran away with his tail between his legs, probably back to the church. He probably gonna give some stupid lie about me and this institution. I'll most likely be branded as a stray exorcist. They're probably gonna come here and if they find you they'll question about me. That needs to be rectified."

"You make killing me sound logical." the boy noted with a casual raise of his eyebrow.

"With that laid back expression, I would assume that everything I know about you has all been an act. You have been stronger than many of the people here, playing dumb and weak all this time. Meaning, you were planning on escaping here today."

"Obviously."

"No reaction to the fact that the nuns and your brothers and sisters in this place are all dead."

The boy's hands twitched and jaws went stiff with visible anger. Walker frowned. He should have been expressing more than just that. He should have been wailing at the top of his voice but...

"How could you? You spent nearly all you years here by the corner or in the dungeons. Some might actually say you did it purposefully."

"Hmm, you're smarter than the usual bad guy " the boy responded" but enough with the talk."

He raised his sword, gripping it tightly with both hands, the tip of the glowing blade pointed at the exorcists chest.

"Boy, I Know you've hidden your skills very well and while you may have been lucky the first time, I assure you, I am not an easy opponent."

"Could've fooled me "

"There is a reason why I was chosen to train you by Valper. While the backstabbing fool was psychotic, he had an eye for outstanding characters. I had my doubts when he said you had potential to become one of the rankers in the world, but, I can see he wasn't wrong. You certainly did a good job at dissuading him."

"Wasn't much to it. I just acted natural."

"Hmmm."

In the next second, Walker had crossed the distance between them in one leap, his sword raised above his head in a double handed grip and brought down on the boy's head. That simple movement that was one of his basic attacks made his head swim. But for the boy this was more than enough.

It should have been more than enough.

Yet, in the moment he moved the boy's legs had already spread to a wider stance, the blade lowered and torso twisted, the arc of the light sword meeting his own in a loud clash. Sparks flew from the contact, both opponents recoiling from the effect of the blow.

The exorcist stared dumbfoundedly at the boy whose sword, amazingly, was still intact. That shouldn't have been the case. Not with the sword he had in his hand. He looked at his sword that had the shape of a standard katana, but so much dense Holy power swirling around it it felt like his hand was immersed in the stuff. To an ordinary light sword, it should have shattered like glass.

"A Holy sword." the boy mumbled.

"Quick to catch on. It's one of the the Excaliburs. Specifically, Excalibur Mimic, the Holy sword of -"

The boy was suddenly in his face, his sword a blur as it rushed to separate his head from his body. Walker's impulses worked overtime, the Holy Katana moving to block the surprisingly heavy attack. His bones rattled with the weight of the blow, his teeth chattering.

"You talk too much " Phillip said, those sea - green eyes looking completely within their element as he transitioned to his next attack. What the fuck was going on? Poisoned or not, he should not have been pushed like this by a toddler with a light saber!

A rip appeared on his chest from the quick upward slash of the boy, cutting diagonally through the flesh. He didn't have time to think as another curve dove towards his arm. Before he could intercept it, the boy's grip immediately changed, the blade shifted to a reverse grip and with a smooth swirl of his feet, a harsh stab whistled through the air , going for his midsection.

Crap! He didn't want to resort to this on his fight with the kid but he really didn't have a choice on the matter. This boy was going to kill him!

Before the blade could piece his belly, a glowing magic circle appeared an inch from it. The sword rammed straight through it, shattering it to pieces while giving a deep cut to the side of his belly. Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain, the exorcist proceeded to attack, swinging Excalibur Mimic with a wild flurry of attacks.

Yet, even with the renewed vigour to survive and the pain cleared mind, he did not get any upper hand. There was simply no opening. All his attacks were met with a brutal defense in the form of a a casual deflection. Despite being taller and stronger than most kids his age, the boy knew he didn't have strength equal to him.

Walker let out a frustrating yell. Even though he was pushing the boy back, Phillip didn't seem disadvantaged at all. He moved his feet and body with such calm fluidity it was almost like the surface of the deep sea.

Beautiful and Deceiving.

He should have taken a step back at that to reorganize his thoughts. The boy's movement wasn't foreign. Parts of it were familiar. It was the basic footwork he had taught him, yet modified in such a way that the movements threw him completely out of loop. The fact that he was moving in such a way meant that the boy had a plan. And like he fool he was, he didn't care.

He was a top ranked exorcist with a Light attribute enough for him to wield a Holy sword. There was no way a child would defeat him.

With a devastating slash, he brought mimic down on the boy, the Holy energy vibrating in response to his anger. The light sword shattered in the boy's hand, the release of energy throwing him back, crashing him against a tree.

Walker breathed out in relief.

He was still powerful even with poison weighing him down.

"So that's how long it would have taken when I infused it with the Holy energy from the air huh " the boy said, rising to his feet. while casually dusting his clothes and casting his light capsule away.

"How are you still okay?" the exorcist asked with a growl. There was no way! That crash should have broken his back or hurt him so much he wouldn't have gotten up in the next few weeks.

"I thought it was obvious." the boy said. Veins started bulging out on his right firearm all the way to his hand. He twitched, blinking rapidly in what seemed like pain. Walker's eyes widened in disbelief as his hand transformed to a draconic claw, deep blue and scaly with a large gem in the back of his hand. Then, from the middle of his palm, the ligament extended, growing with a round smooth handle, an encompassing hilt and a long dull sharp pointed blade.

"I'm no ordinary boy."

"Impossible. That... can't be..."

"Yep, I finished it. Although I'm having trouble using it since my current physique isn't enough to handle it's power, I should be able to hold it long enough to kill you."

"Tch. Think just because you awakened your artificial sacred gear you can de- -"

The boy vanished from view and the sickening sound of organs being split followed a split second later. The exorcist's words were replaced with hot salty blood filling his mouth and gushing from his nose. The dull blade was piercing straight through his solar plexus, going all the way to his back. The boys face hadn't shifted once in recoil to the animalistic action.

"Wh..."

"Like I said, you talk too much. Though, who an I to judge you? Back in the day I was known for not having a filter on my mouth. You look confused at how I beat you." the boy said, sinking the blade deeper into his flesh. Despite the dull look, the blade was actually very very sharp.

" Chiron was always against footwork. He said it made a warrior predictable and lazy. A true warrior should be unpredictable, always on his feet, always improving himself. Lupa was always about strategy. Her best strategy was the one where you let the prey think it had ran away, that it was safe. Unpredictability meets with strategy.

Both these teachers taught me a whole lot better than you did.".

"Who...are... you..."

"Perseus Jackson." the boy answered" but you can call me Percy.


In another part of the forest, the desperate attempts of a weak blonde haired boy to make it as further away from the poison came to a saddening halt. His strength was gone, his body exhausted beyond its limit.

The poison in his body made his inner organs aflame and the snow covering his skin burned with cold, the contrast of feeling bringing untold hell for the boy.

"...was this what you planned all along..."

Phillip.

That was his voice. This was his fault.The shockwave, came from the hallway after he had gone in it. The poison gas had blown the walls apart and corroded the metals instantly. It was a miracle he was still alive. His brethren had been buried in the collapsing building, not even aware of Their passing seeing as they had been asleep.

Damn him!

Before the boy could come to more conclusions, a rough cough came from his body, bodily fluid and blood flying out of his mouth and coloring the snow with a curling red.

He was dying. He could feel the poison breaking his organs apart. Images started replaying in his head, all the past twelve years going through before his eyes. His very first memory to where he was now.

A bright red light from somewhere in front of him burned his vision. From the ground, a crimson magic circle blazed, before it rose revealing the richly dressed feminine figure with every inch it ascended.

Isaiah's eyes drank in the vision of the woman...no, girl. She had flowing bright red hair, the color of rich healthy blood, large deep blue eyes and an exquisitely structured face. Even though she seemed to be months older than him, she had a body better than all the nuns back at the institution.

Isaiah's fist curled, his mind singing to draw his sacred gear to defend himself. Even though he was in his final moment, everything in his body told him not to allow this girl close to him. She ...felt wrong. That beauty wasn't meant to charm, it was meant to draw to temptation, to deceive and to sit upon.

"Hello human."

That voice cut through his pain, making him instantly aware of her and nothing else. It fit the speaker perfectly. Smooth, rich and alluring.

"Would you like to live?"