"True South"
Author's note: Mentions of blood and gore, So! You are warned! ;)
It is a peaceful morning, a gentle breeze carrying enticing aromas from ports and bakeries. It is one of those normal days in Al-Mahmudah City. One of the most beautiful, ancient, and revered cities of Virginia.
Sire Kilam walks around the city to make sure that no evil-doer is lurking there to plan for something malicious. As every other superior is walking around the cities to guard it and help anyone in need.
Mahmuddah City is a special place in Sire Kilam's heart, it is his home and everything. As a boy, he always sneaked out of the house to walk for a while and enjoy the magical atmosphere of this beautiful city. The people are happy. The city is colorful and peaceful as if they are in a paradise or something similar to it.
Although no war records or devastating events took place in this city. he is grateful for that. But still, it is one of the most important and ancient cities in Virginia.
Mahmuddah City is a unique strategic place, it is near to the jungle of Tor'ama and the wells of Varenciya. He remembered when the northern nation attacked the west side of Virginia.
King Guivara Abraham rallied his unstoppable army and took Mahmuddah City as his capital in the war to defend the other cities from Ivern and Averitna claims. That was when the two latter took siege of Immortal Mandavora. Guivara's first achievement was in the north side of Virginia, near the Iverynica Kingdom.
Then they had known that it was their final mistake when they couldn't lay their hands on Mahumddah City before Guivara's arrival.
Sire Kilam was but a child back there, He remembered Aham was defending the other cities when Averitna and Ivern of the Iverynica Kingdom started the war against Virginia.
After the war ended, King Guivara was maddened with blood lust, so he attacked the Iverynica Kingdom in retaliation and added it to Virginia to become one of many of Virginia's cities.
Furthermore, He remembered the sky turned into ugly colors of grey and scarlet; because of the unspeakable violence and bloodshed that occurred on that day.
Sire Kilam breathed heavily to calm his soul of the painful and brutal memories of the past, He stood to look at a monument of a fallen superior, he looked at the statue with saddened eyes. As he remembers him and how he died, His face is graceful, polished gold of reverence. He looked at the statue's hand as if he was inviting him to come to him to talk to him.
That was Sire Miran, the first winged aspect of justice. The first predecessor of all aspects of justice, the winged protectors of light.
and the counterpart to the dark ones; the aspect of darkness, the patron of darkness.
Light and dark are eternal beings that were destined to fight each other. Everyone knows that the light came first! But, is it powerful enough to kill the darkness?
Two aspects are different like day and night, good and evil. But both are important aspects. Or, superiors.
Sire Kilam had enough of looking at the statue, so he left for a calmer place. Although, being near a noble place and a more revered person or statue of the person is something…. Kinda.. calming. To a superior, this is how they pay their respects.
On the left side of the city; there is a similar statue but this time to a dark one, Legends have that this statue is the statue of Sire Derkaām.
The first aspect of darkness is the aspect that turned the table against the beings of the dark dimension, the beings of the Black dead.
These beings are ruthless killers, they feed on life and its essence. They feed on anything alive. People, animals and plants.
Sire Derkaām sacrificed himself to stop these beings from devouring Virginia and its people. This was a noble cause that rarely a dark one makes. To this day; some people pay their respects to his old, withering statue.
Sire Kilam wasn't there to witness this whole ordeal, but he trusted Sire Aham's words, Sire Kilam came near the statue. With saddened eyes and a heavy heart, he saluted the statue with the superior salute, putting his arm on his heart and slightly bending his back.
"If it weren't for you, we would be dead," He muttered.
He gracefully turned his head up and gave a warm smile to the jet, withering statue. He doesn't care what the other aspects say of sire Derkaām, He is a hero.
He is saddened due to Sire Derkaām's legacy is just a myth nowadays, Some day, all will know the truth. He made a sacrifice so others could flourish.
Sire Kilam left to drink a cup of tea. To calm himself from the pain and sad memories. Being a superior is a burden, but he has to do his duties dutifully. He knows that someday his time will come and he will fall, For the cycle to continue there must be fallen ones and new ones.
He won't take his status for granted, he will protect, save and help people. He will have his legacy, Like many other superiors who have fallen, he will be no exception.
as the current aspect of twilight; the aspect of healing and new chances. He will provide other chances for people who have sinned in their lives and make a new life for them, A life dedicated to light and truth only.
He looks proudly at the previous aspect of Twilight, Mistress Saliena; the second aspect of Twilight, the lady of dreams, chance, and beauty.
The one who saved countless lives in the battle of Amara'Dkan. With her steadfast determination and unwavering power, she easily drove all the enemies away from Virginia, trapping them in a fixed point in space. Where there no longer can kill or destroy anything.
But alas, she was killed by the new aspect of darkness; Amotrapa who killed her because he wanted her powers.
She was ambushed and slaughtered mercilessly by him. Dark and deadly she was struck down with remorseless blasts of Darkness, Such fate was cruel for a benevolent, selfless, and merciful woman.
He remembered the roads of Virginia were crowded due to the number of people who were mourning her death. Her favourite music venue was filled with sad violins and sad instruments, Even the animals shared their mourning for her.
The flowers withered, the wind was quiet to give them solace and serenity, and the moon was full for a fortnight. To lighten their darkened nights, and to give them hope for what's coming to them.
Saliena was an icon of hope and inspiration, she was named after a Virginian moon.
Her portraits were veiled by a sparkle cloth as this was the aspect of twilight wish after they died.
Sire Aham did his mourning ritual for the fallen Saliena, where they snuffed their candles that were burning when they were alive.
Because of this; Sire Kilam grew distant and cold towards the new dark ones, because of what Amotrapa did. As for the latter, he discovered he could not just take any other aspect's powers away and he was killed by a man called Anzir.
Who became the next dark one; because the dark one is the only aspect when killed their powers are transferred to their killers.
Though Sire Kilam is a bit disgruntled because he didn't kill Amotrapa personally, He understands that he can't be driven by vengeance. It isn't a noble cause.
Sire Kilam entered a beautiful place where they served tea, coffee, and other delights.
"Sire Kilam!" The owner of the place began brightly.
"Hello," Sire Kilam greeted with a warm smile.
"What can I get you?" The owner asked.
"Tea" uttered Sire Kilam.
The owner began to prepare tea for Sire Kilam, He chose the best tea and herps for him. With a unique blend of their homeland Verna, he held the cup and gently offered it to Sire Kilam.
Sire Kilam smiled "Thank you!"
The exquisite smell of the tea had entered Sire Kilam's nostrils and made him smile bigger.
He knew that this tea was well made and special. He slowly took a sip of the tea which made him hummed in satisfaction.
He didn't want it to downed it all, He wants to savor this tea. It is delicious and special. He sat in the most quiet part of the tea house, although he longed for some people's voices or quiet conversations, to sweeten his mood while drinking the tea. Cherishing the moments before he falls.
In his mind's eyes, he always thinks of Saliena. His idol after Sire Aham, he always wished he could've known more of her. But time wasn't on his side at all. And that's where the cursed Amotrapa came and took her life unjustly.
Every time he remembers this. There is a burning feeling that he wishes he turned back time to kill Amotrapa before getting the chance to kill Saliena.
Maybe in another life; he and Saliena know each other— or maybe they are close? Who knows!
Thinking about her shakes his core, and makes him feel bad about himself, that he replaced her, replaced Saliena, the second-best aspect of Twilight.
He can see her, he can feel her aura around him. Her spirit as the first aspect of twilight is there to guide him, The previous aspects can be with the current one spiritually; only to guide them and help them.
Their bodies perished but they are with him spiritually. He is the only one who can see them.
He can hear them telling him that everything is gonna be alright and he is their successor.
"Don't feel bad," Saliena told with her soothing voice.
"That's … not helpful," Kilam sobbed quietly, His tears are threatening to fall. But he hastily took a napkin and wiped them.
"I know how you feel lad," the first aspect of Twilight muttered with his calming tone and smile.
"Again, not helpful," Kilam repeated.
He can't afford to cry in this situation, the place is filled with people, and he can't make himself look weak in front of them. As a superior, he must be stoic, calm, and humble.
The atmosphere became heavy for Kilam, but he continued to drink his tea so it wouldn't get cold, The tea helped him to calm down a bit, as it also helped his dry throat.
He couldn't give in to sorrow and pain. He is a stoic man, a superior. He can't let these emotions get the best of him. He breathed deeply to steady his nerves.
Instead, he focused on the good memories, on Saliena, and the first aspect of Twilight's achievements, their victories and successes.
He can learn from them, he can let others learn from him. He smiled when he remembered good memories of his past and Saliena.
He downed his tea instead of savoring it as he wanted, but there was no time. Sire Aham needs him and he must leave at once. He goes to the register and pays for the tea.
"Thank you for the tea!" Sire Kilam beamed.
"You're welcome!" The owner replied with the same positivity that Kilam radiated.
Despite what happened and what Kilam had been through, He is still positive no matter what.
He must also believe in himself and others. Friends, Superiors, Humans, and reformed people.
In a dark room, a figure stood; He is demonic.
a raven-haired man with red eyes, a huge bat wings. This time he isn't angry or anything.
It is Raqoul, the demon of desolation. Despite Barhout's Revenants didn't make the desolation he craves, he isn't mad or anything.
He is planning on doing something more sinister and malicious, something fitting to his nature.
He is torn between killing Lucifer's children and killing his siblings. He doesn't like them at all.
He sees them as incompetent idiots. No one is worthy of his time and being his rival.
Except for Lucifer, he is his enemy and rival. He would be damned if he grew soft to Lucifer, He can't afford to lose this chance, to kill the one who killed Souma.
Raqoul splays his demonic claws on the mirror before him; it is a relic that he stole from a powerful mage in Omenvalley.
The mirror is his sole source of power and information. He heavily depends on it, as he can't trust or depend on the wolves around him.
The mirror shows him what Lucifer had been up to, although in all honesty, Lucifer has no time to waste on Raqoul. He knows that Raqoul has beef with him. He is the new leader, he doesn't give a darn about the other demons or what they think of him.
That alone hit a nerve in Raqoul and made him more hostile to Lucifer than before. Vamonessyia enjoys the quarrel between these two, She is waiting patiently to know who will win in the end, Is it Raqoul? or Lucifer?
The mirror flashed 3 times as a warning sign to Raqoul to see, this caught Raqoul's attention to look at the mirror. The mirror showed a gathering of mages in Omenvalley. Raqoul knows who they are, but why does the mirror show him such a thing.. is it a warning?
Raqoul focused his eyes on the mirror to see what was happening in the mage gathering, he could hear the magic language they were speaking. until one of the mages spoke.
"This is a special spell to trap the demon of desolation in a void!"
Raqoul twitched his eyes in shock, they were planning to trap him somewhere else. He isn't scared, he can't be scared of a bunch of losers.
"Bunch of imbeciles!" Raqoul commented, "Well, I'll just have to kill them one by one!"
Raqoul took action immediately, he walked to his balcony and flew to Omenvalley before they had the chance to complete the spell.
Once Raqoul arrived; he saw the mages stop doing the spell for a reason. He exploited this moment to leap on one of the mages mauling him and killing him in the process. Raqoul took the mage's voice so he wouldn't scream.
Sometimes, Raqoul fights with his claws not just his magic. With the main mage gone, Raqoul can easily go freely and kill the others without doubting they would do the spell at ease.
He has 4 mages left to kill, with Ashure and Bōrem are gone for a while, Nevertheless, he will enjoy killing these wretched mages. The second mage was guarding the spell book, Raqoul easily sneaked behind him and slit his throat. His blood splashed into the walls and Raqoul's had.
Raqoul took this moment to savor licking the blood on his hands. He will kill all the mages, a warning to those who want to pick a fight with him.
He found the last two mages in the main room of the mansion. They were talking about Ashure and Bōrem who left them to grab something "magical".
"Oh yeah... I see," one of them retorted.
Raqoul used his scarlet energy blast and fired it on one of the mages. It left a huge gorey gap on his chest.
The other mage squirmed in fear and said "Please, please spare me!"
"I don't spare cowards!" Raqoul sneered at him.
Raqoul conjured a scarlet energy ball in his hands and shoved it into the mage's mouth, he held the mage's mouth closed with his hand until the mage's head exploded with brain matter and blood.
"Ah! Gorey as I like it~" Raqoul murmured to himself.
With that, he left the scene and went to his castle to see what would happen next.