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I found myself crying. Quite more so than ever before as the only sound I could hear was ringing.
The sky was dark, really dark as if the sun was completely covered by an irregular eclipse that would spell the end of days which I hear the churchman say on Sundays. The ringing was loud as it accompanied the sheer feelings of terror and hopelessness in that very moment…
I was afraid, like many times before in my life especially after the headaches came.
I kept dreaming of things that made no sense. Some dreams became far too terrifying to even remember the moment my eyes opened to break the dawn. They were almost too random at first, but they would all coalesce into something that I drew on paper while I was at school.
My classmates would question me why I drew such weird, terrifying things.
I could not even understand them until I realized that the headaches I had when I started seeing numbers were mostly quiet. Far too quiet than what they would normally be.
Yet when I ask my questions… when I ask for queries on something that I would usually wonder about…
The only thing I would get was 100%. Not 90%, not 78%, nor even any number that would go below or above 100%. It was that exact number over and over again since yesterday or a bit before that.
I challenged it multiple times, even making the most mundane of questions to achieve an answer.
I did not get them. I would always get 100% and I no longer had any headaches.
What scared me was the fact that even with the 100% certainty that was given to me, the answers in reality would be wrong or far off yet even as I look at the answers being wrong as they were, the answer I would get would always be 100%.
Due to that, I was scared. Scared because the same questions that made me afraid and worried before also came as 100% and the uncertainty just made me ask my parents to stay home with me.
I was happy that they accepted my request that time yet even at home I felt we were not safe.
At home, I kept obsessing over drawing random images.
Images of something. Something that my poor drawing skills were not able to convey…
But they were terrifying, nonetheless.
What I could get from them were clear instances of eyes. Two in particular that peered out of the dark and the other set of pictures that came from me was a hole. Dark circles that led to nowhere. A pit perhaps? A doorway?
A void?
Those were the things that kept coming out of my hands, my head. My mom even questioned me why I was acting that way. I told her what I was seeing along with the numbers because I could not stop thinking about them and their relation….
She looked at me with a sense of dread on her face. She walked away and I could remember her asking my dad to get Rory over to talk.
All of that was early today. Now…
Rory had come barely an hour ago.
And they had arrived. Numbers of them I could not even truly understand. Volumes untold rushed in like rain in the worst of storms. My throat had already hurt itself from all the screaming as my parents and Rory tried to keep them all at bay, only to fail as we bundled together trying to wait out the storm.
I kept asking. Begging for the numbers to tell me if we were going to be okay.
I kept getting 100%.
I was afraid of knowing the truth about it even as the pain in my head was gone. Yet I had no choice.
I believed it. I trusted it.
And perhaps it was correct, at first as they became somewhat quiet. They dispersed in droves and quieted down from their flurry and chaos. We ran outside of our home.
Rory carried me in his arms as I saw Mom and ad run behind him.
My head rested on Rory's shoulder as I heard everything sing.
Then… a loud wail into the heavens. Heavy. Guttural. It was like the sound of thunder that I would always hide from under my sheets in fear of being struck by lightning.
It was what caused the ringing in my ears.
I reached out with my hands when I asked the numbers again.
100%
I wanted to trust it but as I reached my hands towards my parents as everything fell…
I could only see them disappear against the one thing that I kept drawing on the pages.
Rory kept running despite the fall. He kept pushing on. He kept telling me everything was going to be alright. That everything was going to be fine. I asked for the numbers again.
100%
I finally stopped asking as I tightened my hold on Rory's hand. He looked at me and I smiled as we embraced. I trusted him at least.
For he was the only thing left that I could ever put my trust on…
…
I would kid myself if I found that sad or pitiful.
No, I found it entertaining actually. It was entertaining to know that someone was able to see meas early as it was. Diminished in some way or form, I just found it very funny and ironic that despite these thinkers not being able to get anything from my visage…
Those who were closest were able to perceive with their feeble, untampered minds of what was to come, but it either brought madness into their heads or downright confusion on how their connections were nearly non-existent, or their information was as scrambled as they were.
Pitiful creatures, the people of this world were.
Even with the strange abilities granted by a god on the outside, it baffled me that humanity has not even tried to do anything with them. Even with the entire matter being an experiment brought forth by an idiot who had lost it's mate, those that relayed themselves as martyrs were as foolish as the same enemy that has the proverbial dagger being aimed at their throats.
Perhaps I put too many expectations for this sad excuse of vermin.
I remember Chaldea with their fierce will and determination to overcome everything to restore human history as it were for humanity. Their humanity.
Their civilization.
This? This was not the civilization that a certain one championed so much that they had to eradicate the stories of the other would-be histories that challenged their domain.
This was a sad world that was on the brink of collapse and failure even if I were not here to finish the job, they would all still fall down that proverbial staircase. I care not for the justification that the flying woman championed.
Nor the justifications of every hero or villain that I can see before they are all whisked into the void. I could only see failure at its most extreme and pitiful state.
Failure that even to my eyes did not even deserve a second chance at continuing its story…
And with every lie, every truth or memory now flowing into my hands like wisps of light that only I could see and understand, I feel vindicated as the city before me vanishes into nothingness.
I watch in interest as my eyes look over the wisps that emerge from all of the shattered dreams, hopes, and memories of the people that scream against the deafening ringing in their ears.
The power that surged in my veins was excessive and addictive. I did not know where the source was nor what was fueling this beautiful reality that I was slowly being accustomed to…
But I know for sure that they were doing this not for my benefit, but perhaps as convenience.
For now, I will enjoy this as I watch from atop my steed as more and more of the people down below start to fall from their grace. Their stories were clear to my eyes as their agony, their deafened screams and the realizations on their faces were cathartic.
It was not as cathartic as seeing Britain be consumed by my own hands, and even then, I was far too late to see its denizens suffer under my wrath…
But this, this was just sublime.
The sparks of hope, feeble in the amount of light that they would convey were snuffed out quickly bit by bit as the trash fell into the hole. My flock continued to sing though they were a lot quieter this time. What sound there was at the current moment was the beginning of this word's dissolution and the many hollow souls that continued to wail against the encroaching darkness.
The air was heavy even. My steed, Blanca perhaps, another Blanca could fly through it without issue, but it was marvelous feeling the air so thick. So foul and filled with the sense of inevitability that hearkened with my very presence.
I felt every wave of emotion distilled into their most concentrated and pure forms as each wisp of lives spent grew in numbers that I could not even dare to count.
Each memory was filled with a distinct sense of finality.
In each direction, my eyes go to perceive their history as if they were a storybook in my hands that I can pick and prod to my heart's content. All of them were just droll in terms of tone and any amusement I got from them was the extreme emotions that linger as both their souls and minds become one with the void.
With every truth laid bare, there were no more lies that these people could tell. No more justification for actions that came without consequences. No more tenets of hope that would ask for a much brighter future than what they have currently.
Good or bad… nothing was certain anymore.
None of those existed in the face of adversity.
Or perhaps, the face of the finality that each and every person dreads deep into their own souls and consciousness. The fear of the end. The primordial fear and curiosity of what lays after the final light in their eyes goes out.
Like a thief in the night, the shock, and the sudden appearance of said fears only hastened the illuminated and heightened feelings that lingered in their stagnated futures.
I do not want to see this as a courtesy of course, given the proper comparisons that could be made between me and that certain someone in Chaldea.
"Tsk."
My hand opens as my eyes see another wisp land on it. Blanca stiffens a bit as my other hand digs into her fur.
No, a courtesy is far too much of a gift for these people. Any action wrought forth by my conduct was simply me enjoying dessert. The fruits of my labor of how many years that I was denied for the most part in Britain were now given to me like a gift-wrapped box.
And I would not waste it.
Mercy was a concept I would not partake in. Not even for those who deserve it.
I was the protagonist this time. The plot now revolves around me…
No, the plot in itself is of my own very design.
I held the pen of fate now against this world, and I alone would write the truths that needed to be said and obeyed…
And nobody will stop me, not even those that would deem themselves as a threat to my currently in-progress, tapestry.
"Heh." A smile blooms on my face as my hands close on the wisp within it.
It was a memory of a mourning father that proclaimed himself a ruler. A charlatan who does not believe the cause that he so pertinently and proudly proclaims upon his followers. A man who is so reliant on what power he could scrounge on his fingers, fearing the day that he loses such power entirely.
He fashions himself king, an emperor of renown that many should bow under his stolen and overused ideology that supposes weaker men with inferiority complexes trying to belay their will on similar others. It was pathetic and utterly pointless.
They were neither fae with different clans and appearances nor different creatures that fought for survival and competition in an ecosystem.
They were all the same repugnant humans that ate, pissed, and defecated.
Any marginal difference was truly superficial and merely a lie conjured by those who thought themselves better.
… and this man, now lost all of his comrades and subjects merely subjugates himself in weakness as tears began coming down from his eyes without abandon for the first time in decades.
Worse, he lies to himself still that he did the right thing.
That mercy was the path that his only son, his legacy needed to have.
I experience the excess of emotions that occurred minutes before he was swept away entirely where the blade in his hands was still plunged into his son's chest.
The look of betrayal but also perpetual disappointment was laced on his son's face seconds after his life was gone from his eyes. Based on how he felt, that alone hurt more than the fatal stab of "mercy" his father gave him.
It was truly pathetic, more so now when he was still cognizant as the hole sweeps him in to rot there forever. His iron will was merely an illusion that I was confident would break not even five minutes of exposure down there.
Such was the similar fate of many lives in that particular moment.
Even the less simple ones begged and cried for an almighty or for someone to save them.
Even those with powers that fooled themselves invulnerable could only do so much against the end. Many broke before they could even fight back or try their best to delay the inevitable.
Most of them were not even worth mentioning.
A troubled woman with an addiction that caused their own spiral to darkness cried as her contraption was not fast enough to escape their fate. A man who fashioned himself a warrior akin to the animalistic form hidden against blades surprisingly gave up before they could even reach the end. A husband and wife who failed to kill themselves before the sensation of falling began…
And many more.
I look down on what remains of the city as the shadow of my gathering power was nearly done with its onslaught upon this drabble. Hundreds, maybe thousands running in different directions towards the docks where some of the defenders were flailing around trying to save what they could was an image that I enjoyed seeing.
I urged Blanca to fly lower and closer to watch the many different false defenders and their abilities that would surprise even that of the most powerful of fae in Britain, but their efforts were for naught. They were far too late to make any dent in the situation.
Far too late to even make a difference with the scale of the destruction I was causing.
Still, it was amusing as the confusion brought forth by the deafness caused by the roar of awakening was still in play and the number of deaths caused by the trampling and chaos only further cemented the feelings of doom and gloom on the populace.
I watched as buildings were uprooted from their bases, materials, and objects that to a mortal lens were being floated and sucked in by a primordial force that none could truly escape from.
There was no Albion Remnant to injure or delay the rapid expansion of the abyss.
Even as they ran like the insects that they so much feared it was a futile effort. The moment the influence of the void came upon them like the wave of turmoiled waters, they all fell in quick succession. Even if not instant, there was simply nothing they could do as gravity violated fully in my hands, turned forward towards the void.
Even those with abilities who flew close enough like Icarus approaching the sun found their wings clipped as they tried with great haste to escape the trap. Many fell in as fast as they approached, some escaped but by means that were exotic with what abilities they had…
But they were all of the same fate soon. All of them.
"Hm?" my attention is caught by something as my gaze lingers over a building about to be uprooted soon. The wisps and the many souls I see with my bare eyes made me fixate on one… no, two in particular.
Blanca flies lower to my urging as I feel my flock and their many eyes linger in the building to see the one that I fixate my focus on.
A father and a boy. They were both holding hands. They were smiling at each other.
Happy, despite the circumstances they were in.
Instead of a hopeless retinue of acceptance, the atmosphere was that of a calm, almost forgiving, and loving aura burned bright against the dimming day.
My eyes squint as I see them despite all the tears. Of course, similar occurrences were felt across the entire city before, but this was different.
That ray of bright light was strong. Nowhere near strong as that of a simple specific caster…
But bright enough that it illuminated that of the few that were close to them.
"We had a good day Dad. I'm happy… that we were able to spend it together."
"I feel the same son."
I almost paused at the entire sight. That partial memory was bright, iridescent even. I delved further as the surroundings of the building started to crumble and fall with the rest.
Blanca twitched underneath my hands. She also felt the intense, positive emotions despite the haze of negativity that enraptured the entire city. It was a tingly sensation. Something that brokered a kind of relief that made even me pause.
Their wisps were as bright as I'd imagined them being and I dove deeper to see why.
Even with snippets. Even with just a small glimpse, I would understand as I take in their history.
…
A poor boy who hid behind his humor.
A father who was cast with a sickness that led to borrowed time.
The boy had the power to time in his hands but could do nothing at all to stave off the doomsday clock that his father possessed. Time was on his side on many things, but never for himself nor for the people he loved and cherished.
Yet… at the beginning of dawn as soon as he was allowed to leave his second life, the boy was ecstatic after hearing that his father was stable, at least for now even with his recently challenged health there was progress even for a bit, with his current state.
…
I squinted at that as I kept watching.
…
Dennis took the entire day off. He enjoyed every minute and moment with his father as they talked and discussed his life, both the good and the bad. He felt elated.
He felt… happy.
This was the longest he had ever spoken to his father in a while. Even with the constant hope that one day a miracle would happen for him and his dad to return back to their home and be in each other's company again, it was always far and out of reach.
Despite his connections. Despite his second life.
Despite knowing one of the few people in the world that can instantly handwave such a commodity away from the brink, he still could not find the time nor the possibility to do so.
It was always an inconvenience. A thing that would always come in the way.
Despite all of that he hoped. He never stopped hoping.
That was why standing there having lunch with his dad meant so much to him.
Because it meant that his hope was rewarded. That there was something there at the end of the tunnel, even if it was as dark and inescapable as it could seem at first.
Still, a bit of uncertainty and fear lingered as he looked up at his father who was eating almost healthily at his lunch despite his rail-thin complexion and appearance.
Even then, his smile did not waver nor change. It was the same stalwart smile that Dennis always knew. The same smile when he was a kid.
"What's on your mind son?" he heard him ask.
"Nothing Dad. I'm fine." He said as he placed his hand on top of his father's. Dennis sees his smile break a bit before recovering moments later.
"Do you remember back then, when that little girl, what's her name again… Suzie? Do you remember her making fun of your clothes that I specifically bought for you to use at school?"
Dennis feels a wave of embarrassment as memories bright as they were, came climbing in. The intensity of his cries as in the present he finds himself cringing to himself at the whole ordeal.
"I made a joke back then to cheer you up. I don't even remotely remember it anymore, but it always made you stop crying no matter what. Even as my jokes became as lame as they were, you would always stop crying and crack a smile. You never wavered back then when you got into the saddle…"
Dennis feels his father's hand squeeze his own. "… and I don't think even by now you will either."
He smiles back with all the emotion he could muster as his father once again tells another joke.
Dennis did not even understand the joke, but he laughed all the same.
Their laughter made everyone outside of his father's hospital room take notice but they both did not care as they enjoyed each other's presence.
"Dennis." He heard his father say as their laughter subsided.
"Yeah?"
"I'm proud of you son. So proud. Even just here, talking with you knowing everything you've been through, and being able to smile still is something I'm truly happy about. All the more knowing with full relief that I… that I raised you well to be this way."
Dennis did not even notice that he and his father had their eyes subtly built up with tears.
Tears brought about by joy, not sadness or any other emotion.
"But dad… I'm-
He was cut off when his father held him with both his hands and their eyes met with full intensity. "It doesn't matter what you feel. The fact alone that you're out there, being a hero is enough for me."
"Dad…"
"Look, I'm no Legend. I could barely look good in tights even without my weight being as abysmal as it is, but knowing that my son is doing a difference, small enough as it is, is amazing."
Dennis feels himself smile with full integrity and love as he embraces his father.
Not knowing that it would be one of the last.
…
The building groans seconds later as the roof and its topmost floor gets ripped away violently.
I continue to watch as huddled there, holding for dear life amongst many people in the lobby were the two individuals that I watched in solemn interest and curiosity.
Their climax was already happening before my eyes… but I look deeper as I still found myself so enthralled and curious at how their bright, iridescent lights still burned true.
I could feel Blanca signal me to move away so they could fly further to watch the others but I urged her to stay. To stay for a few seconds more.
…
Dennis did everything that he could. The moment the panic settled and the deafness happened he tried his best to get everyone in the hospital as safe as they could possibly be. He coordinated them, led them, and even tried his hardest to alleviate the worst of the situation.
But it was simply far too much.
His power, he could feel himself being spent as he did so much to try and plug in all the holes and issues that chaos caused. He wondered if this was what Amy felt at the end of the day…
But no, he pushed on fruitlessly as it was.
With no means to communicate with his comrades nor even towards any person due to the ringing…
It was starting to look bleak. Especially now as the world crumbled around them.
Many escaped and trampled themselves to death. Many just gave up and sat as they cried.
Dennis had seen so much in that short span of time.
But as everything fell around them, there with the many people in the lobby he felt the hands of his dad touch him once more.
They looked at each other and smiled. They smiled against everything.
They smiled and held each other tight not in acceptance of their fate but with relief.
Relief that in the end neither would leave the other as the world ended.
He felt his father kiss his head as Dennis teared up when all their memories together came back…
For one last smile to prove the darkness wrong.
…
I watch them being swept away a second after, barely a minute had passed as the truths of their entire lives flashed before me. I continue to watch as their bright, beautiful, and iridescent wisps were taken away into the void.
Almost melancholic as they burned bright against the darkness even as they fell into the endless forever that their fates would take them.
Part of me almost took respect at such an end. At such final few words into the manuscript.
I laid my eyes on them one last time as they disappeared into the hole, bright as they were.
"Come, Blanca," I said as many thoughts range in my head after witnessing such a sight.
I care not still for the carnage I am causing against these people, but the stories that some of them carry were… interesting to say the least.
A frown once again lodges itself to my face, as if it was already a perpetual trademark of my entire being. I continue to fly around the city as more wisps and the memories plus dreams they carried continued to flow into my flock…
And into the void.
Many were as interesting as the one I just experienced, but not by a mile.
None of them carried that powerful bright spark as much as those two did. Some came close but they were all nameless nobodies that carried no such distinctions in their mundane lives.
Some were even darker than others and more tragic than previously thought.
Especially that of a certain blonde girl lost in her own fear of the past that I visited closely. I even pegged her for someone that I could have conversed with as a possible acquaintance, but she was as insignificant as the rest.
I left again in deep thought as my observations of these humans prove quite interesting when compared with the Fae.
Simple as they were, like one of the fliers nearly in the nude saving a little girl from the crumbling remains of the shoreline was truly a different experience compared to the ineffectual majority of the Fae.
The heroes flawed as they were continued to soldier on as they tried their best to save who they can. Many had already perished despite the significant number of them deployed to do something. Even the method of their transportation, the one person shouldering it all was starting to get overworked as well as his powers being affected by the mass of emotion my flock had been inflicting on the populace.
In a few seconds' time, perhaps a minute or less, the entire city would be wiped from the face of reality and the steady growth of my void had started to expand outwards as this dead world started to crumble in all facets not just that of my own influence.
I make Blanca fly lower as the last of the docks starts to slowly wither away and fall.
"Hey! We need to go! Can't you see what's happening?!"
Until I stopped when I heard a voice calling out to me. I turn my head towards the source.
She was not wearing any of that ridiculous clothing that many of the heroes in the world possessed. No, she was wearing something as simple as many of these humans wore.
But she was flying quite close to where I and Blanca were.
She had blonde hair and was beautiful per the standards of many that I have stereotypically seen so far with the memories in my head. She had blood on the side of her face and her clothes were all weathered with many things as my eyes glimpsed into her soul.
And oh…
How delightfully colorful this one and her family were.
Even now staring at her, I could not help but smile.
"Why are you staring at me for? Don't you see what's happening? That thing is going to-
She stopped short as I hear the screams in her memories. The chaos of her family life as soon as I was birthed into this world. It was enthralling with how deep it all went.
How deep all the roots finally took hold as they were introduced to something like me.
Even now she stares at me at full tilt as she sees the many vermin crawling along my clothes, my hair, and Blanca that I was riding. How the insects around the city swarmed as the great Wyrm behind me continues to devour everything that lies in its wake.
A second later she begins to understand, and I giggle.
"Your mother is still calling for you girl, I advise getting back to her." I jest as the shock on her face transformed into anger and she screamed.
She bullrushes towards me and slams into me with enough force that Blanca and I were separated.
I kept laughing as she continued to scream while slamming me against the many rubble and parts of buildings that were starting to fall into the abyss.
"YOU KILLED AMY!" she angrily screamed again as she pulled her fist back, her other hand holding my throat as she punched me with enough force that a very small shockwave was felt.
THWACK!
She rammed me into another building before my back landed into what seemed to be a 'warehouse' as the roar of water and waves near us thundered while parts of them were also starting to fall as well into the inevitable void.
She then started wailing at me as her punches continued to pummel me into the makeshift but compact crater formed around my wake.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I continued to laugh at her expense as I relished in the memories and emotions of her life and family. It was ridiculous, all of it…
And quite pitiful as well as I let her continue. She wailed at me with a surprising amount of strength in her fists as in a mere few seconds just as the sea and the rest of the docks around me fell she continued to pound me into the small crater she created bit by bit.
Dust levitated into the air as she continued to punch even as the sense of gravity had been leveled towards the direction of the abyss. It seemed through her excess of emotions her parasite was able to pick up the slack to keep her grounded with her outburst.
I was surprised at the intensity of her aura. How wild her emotions flared into me, it was quite amusing almost having the same abilities when compared to her, but…
Comparing us would be akin to comparing a cat against a tiger.
"YOU KILLED ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE!"
THWACK!
"YOU KILLED MY DAD!"
THWACK!
"YOU KILLED AMY!"
THWACK!
"YOU-
THUDHM!
And she would never compare to a true predator ruling over its hunting grounds.
Shock and befuddlement started to come out of her face and aura as I caught her fist with my bare hand with no effort whatsoever. I then grabbed her neck with my other as if mocking her for trying the same earlier and looked deeper into her eyes as I continue to watch her history and the many truths within them.
I kept smiling as my flock tells me that her mother was dragged through their "safe haven" moments ago against the chaos as every hero that was left alongside the few that they managed to save were about to leave.
The expression and emotions on both their faces were so funny to me.
I squeezed a little bit into her neck as she started to choke. I then moved her closer to my face. My grin made her panic as she punched and screamed at me, helpless like a canary in a feline's paw.
"Oh… you don't know, do you? About your sister. About your family. About everything."
I started to laugh again in a maniacal manner as she resisted.
She did not believe me. The fool while surprisingly intelligent than her brute force would suggest had understandings and suspicions, but she trusted her family far too much for anything to be made.
It was simply too funny.
"But I think it matters not. You don't mean too much in the grand scheme of things."
Her eyes started to tear up.
"Merely a side character in a larger mythos."
I continued to make fun of her as her will started to break until something hit me in the face.
BOOM!
A small, concentrated blast accompanied by that small object hit me with enough force that my arm twitched and the fool in my hands managed to push herself off to escape. The smoke subsided as I turn my direction towards the culprit.
"GLORY GIRL, GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"
It was… someone in an armored contraption that reminded me of a certain remnant of Albion.
"TAYLOR HEBERT, EITHER STOP THIS MADNESS NOW OR FACE ANNIHILATION!"
Oh.
I felt myself being confused.
This one. Whoever she was.
I could not see her.
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Marquis huffed as the discussions between the cell block leaders continued to rise in tension. Communication with their 'warden' was lost nearly 4 hours ago and any system maintaining the prison was weaker or not as functional as before.
This of course belayed a set of issues that enticed discussion.
The discussion between Teacher and Lustrum made for a good show. Marquis had no opinion of it yet as he continued to watch them bicker as the rest continued to add or simply stand by and observe.
Everyone was present strangely enough and it spoke of the worry that everyone was feeling.
Even he could not totally rule out the valid points that the discussion was giving and despite many disagreements, especially on Teacher's side of his incessant ideas of the 'vulnerabilities' that the prison now speculatively possessed it was always a possibility that everyone asked from time to time.
Especially now with their 'warden' totally cut off from them.
Marquis looked around at everyone who was present and noticed that his earlier statement was incorrect. They were missing one particular individual from the collective meeting.
"The court sings O' my beloved flock. One of Blindness…"
Speak of the devil.
"…and One of a Foreign King"
Error.
Error after error.
High above the skies, the 'One who sees All' started to lose their grip. The alien mind brought forth by calculations and probabilities started to shatter into many different and broken paths.
It was content to observe at first, to parse and understand the phenomena it could not see.
Yet hours ago in human perception, the final straw broke the camel's back.
Minutes later in the present, the serene, emotionless face of the Seraph watching over the world coiled into a very clear frown.
She walked down the stairs after having fun with her recent charge.
But it was never the same.
Even with the glee that she felt as fresh blood dripped from her tools and hands…
It was just never on the same level when Uncle Jack was there.
She frowned at that thought, it had been hours now at that point that his demeanor just shifted and changed into something she never thought she would see.
With each step down towards her destination she lamented on the possible afflictions or issues that he had that caused him to be this way.
"Uncle Jack?" she called out into the darkness.
A single candle was on a table as a man whose back was turned to her was revealed in the dreary, cold sight.
His condition still did not change.
Uncle Jack was unhappy. Extremely so…
And he was staring at the same wall with a hardened glare for more than two hours at this point.
AN: Yay. I managed to finish this on time! I did not expect that, but we made it hahahahahahahahaha.
Expect another chapter soon for the continuation.