A/N: This site messes with the formatting of the document. If the story seems bit crammed, it might be due to the indents and line breaks disappearing. Oh well, I hope you can overlook that. Happy reading and have a great day, unlike this commissar.

"You!" the commissar sprung up from the chair, "Who are you?"

"I am Lord Roswaal L. Mathers, Commissar," he answered, "I believe I've introduced myself already."

With an intense war-cry, commissar jumped up to the table and charged towards the pale man in purple with his fork at hand. The two maids jumped up to stop him. Several colorful orbs flew out from Roswaal's hands and exploded near the commissar, blasting him off the table. He tumbled and crashed to the floor. The commissar tried to rise, only to fall again. He looked back to realize that he was missing his left leg. He groaned in pain as he tried to struggle his way out of the dinning room.

"Turning you back from your foe, Commissar? Useless!"

"Lord Roswaal, what are you doing?" Emilia screamed. She sprung up from her chair as well.

"I am punishing the man for his crime," he stated, slowly making his ways towards Forschner, "That man tried to murder me in my own estate. It seems that his target was me, Roswaal, not you." The fallen commissar crawled out of the dinning room.

"But you said something to him to anger him. Lord Roswaal, I think-"

"Lady Emilia. It was clear the man intended to harm me. Did you not see it in his eyes? Those were eyes of a man hungry for vengeance. Radicals like him do not take kindness towards demi humans lightly. I understand you pity him, and I can see that he is a broken man. He lost his home and his comrades. But it does not change the fact that he aimed for harm me or anyone else in this household. I will not forgive anyone who tried to harm my household."

Emilia fell silent. She sensed that something was very wrong but could not point to it.

"Ram, go get that man. Rem, why don't you escort Lady Emilia back to her room," he ordered. The two maids hesitated. They weren't sure whether to follow their master's order. Finally, Ram started walking towards the crawling commissar. Emilia tried to stop her, but Rem got in her way.

"Please, Lady Emilia," said Rem, "Leave this matter to Lord Roswaal for now."

Rem escorted Emilia out of the dinning room through the opposite door.

Emilia turned back and saw the commissar crawling away, leaving trail of blood.

Ram caught up to the commissar, who was halfway across the hallway. She grabbed him by the remaining leg and started dragging him back to the dinning room. He kicked and thrashed to free himself.

"Unhand me, you heretic! By the Emperor, I will slay all of you!" he screamed, struggling violently while being dragged by the female with monstrous strength.

"Hey!" he called out Ram, who silently dragged him back, "Kill me instead! Do it!"

Ram did not respond. The commissar bit his tongue, but he couldn't bite down hard enough due to the pain. He looked at the floor he was being dragged on, solid sanded stone. He placed his tongue between his teeth and closed his eyes.

Emperor give me strength. He prayed to himself. With a single violent motion, he slammed his chin down on the stone floor. A sharp, electrifying pain shot from his tongue down to his spine as he saw his tongue lay on the floor. Blood spurted from his tongue. The commissar gagged, choking on his own tongue and blood. Ram dropped the commissar, staring in shock and disgust.

Roswaal shook his head, "No, Commissar. You cannot do something so unsightly, even for you loyalists. My master would be displeased to know that you are such a coward."

Roswaal walked up and knelt beside the dying commissar. He looked at the commissar and smiled in great pleasure.

"You make such an amusing face when in pain. I wanted to see more of that," Roswaal laughed, "But this is too anticlimactic. I've waited too long to see you for you to die like this."

The commissar's eyes glared at the pale man.

"Oh, what scary eyes," Roswaal commented. His smile stretched from ear to ear, showing his teeth. "What can you possibly do, Viktor?" he whispered to Forschner.

The commissar began convulsing, coughing blood.

"Hmm, I wonder if I should have Emilia come back to heal you," Roswaal thought out loud.

The commissar turned his eyes towards Ram, who was looking away. He gagged then fell silent.

The commissar awoke in the same bedroom. His teeth still clenched; his body still remembered the pain. He saw the two maids guarding the room.

"You two," he asked, panting heavily, "Please go get Lady Emilia."

"We are to watch you from doing anything sus-"

"I understand, so please, go get Lady Emilia!" he yelled, charged with rage, "There is something I must tell her."

"Emilia will not be showing, I'm afraid."

The commissar heard a familiar, terrifying voice from outside the door. His body trembled from fear and hatred. Roswaal opened the door and entered. The two maids took a bow.

"You two are dismissed," he commanded, waving them out.

"But-" Ram spoke but was quickly interrupted.

"He cannot harm me, Ram," the pale man in purple said with a smile, "even at his best."

"I understand," Ram replied. Both maids took their leave.

Roswaal walked over to the bed and sat beside the commissar. The commissar did not move, but his eyes followed the heretic's every movement. Cold sweat ran down from his forehead.

"I don't know what you've done," said Roswaal, turning towards the commissar, "But I can feel that something is different. You see, I'm not completely free from realspace, but I can sense a distortion in time/space. You turned back time, did you not?"

The commissar's mouth was shut, but his eyes did the talking. He had no intention of conversing with a heretic and risk tainting himself.

"So, you already know who I am," Roswaal chuckled, "I wonder what went wrong, Commissar, for you to turn by time again?"

The exotic pale man drew closer to the commissar, intoxicating the air with his perfume. He observed the commissar's face in close detail. The commissar only glared back.

"You look very much like your father," he stated, "I can see why she desire you."

The commissar snapped.

"Speak not of my father, you vile heretic!" the commissar growled.

The pale man burst into laughter. "You finally spoke, Viktor," he said, swiping his eyes, "So, you want to talk about your father, hmm?"

The commissar went silent once more.

"What exactly do you remember about your father? About Captain Forschner?"

"Do not speak lightly of my father," the commissar warned.

"Why? Because he was a loyal servant of the false emperor? If so, why did the Emperor lead his ship astray 400 years ago?"

The commissar looked surprised for a brief moment then made a smile, "It was lost 50 years ago, fool."

Roswaal stared at the commissar in wonder, "Was it?"

"What does that supposed to mean?" the commissar questioned.

"I suppose it means nothing to you," Roswaal said with a smirk, "Since you're going to be my plaything now."

The commissar grasped the pale man by his neck, attempting a choke. Roswaal calmly placed in finger on the commissar's forehead, causing a slight spark. The commissar began to scream in agony, grabbing his head and thrashing around. Ram came in running, only to find the commissar rolling in pain.

"Lock him up in the cellar, my dear," said Roswaal, as he stood up and walked out.

"Damn! You! Heretic!" Forschner cried, struggling to stay conscious.

The last thing he saw was Ram raising her hand for a strike.


Side note: I wrote Roswaal's lines think of Takehito Koyasu's voice in mind. So yes, that is a Jojo reference. (MUDADA!)