Typhion awoke in a room unfamiliar to him. The walls were painted a soft shade of blue, and gentle sunlight filtered through sheer white curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. For the first time since his life had been changed, he had gotten a peaceful night's sleep. He felt a sense of calm he hadn't experienced in what seemed like ages. He looked around and found Tsubaki laying next to him. She was sound asleep, her dark hair splayed out across the pillow, and a serene expression on her face. Every once in a while, she let out a slight snore, a sound that brought a smile to Typhion's lips.
The room was sparsely furnished, with only a small wooden nightstand beside the bed, on which rested a lamp and a few candles dotted on the stands. Typhion noticed a faint, soothing scent of lavender in the air, likely from the sachets hanging from the bedposts. He gently reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Tsubaki's face, careful not to wake her. As he did, he noticed the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath, her hair spread out like a dark halo on the pillow. Taking a deep breath, Typhion allowed himself a rare moment of contentment, feeling grateful for this peaceful respite. He slowly rolled out of the bed, placing his feet on the floor.
As he moved, he felt something touch his back. Turning his head, he saw Tsubaki awake, her hand outstretched. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, but she gave him a gentle smile. "Good morning." Tsubaki, Typhion reached out and took her hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Good morning." Typhion, Tsubaki propped herself up on one elbow, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder. "Did you sleep well?" Tsubaki, Her eyes searching his face. He nodded. "Better than I have in a long time." Typhion, She smiled, a hint of relief in her expression. "I'm glad." Tsubaki, Typhion glanced around the room once more. "Think you need to be going, school is about to start." Typhion, Tsubaki's eyes went wide, and she turned to look at the clock on the bookshelf across the room. It read 9:15. "Oh no!" Tsubaki, She quickly pulled the sheets off and scrambled out of bed.
She was out the door, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. Typhion chuckled softly, shaking his head. He grabbed his shirt from the ground and stood up, stretching once more. As he put on his shirt, he could hear Tsubaki's hurried movements and the sounds of doors opening and closing. He made his way to the door and peeked into the hallway, watching her dart around, gathering her things. Typhion made his way to the small bathroom adjacent to the room. He splashed some water on his face, feeling the coolness refresh his senses.
By the time he returned to the bedroom, Tsubaki had managed to pull herself together. She was dressed in her school uniform, her hair hastily tied back. She grabbed her bag from the corner of the room and slung it over her shoulder. "Ready?" Tsubaki, slightly out of breath. "Ready." Typhion, giving her an encouraging nod. They made their way downstairs, the smell of freshly baked bread and ripe fruit wafting through the air. In the kitchen, a table was set with a simple yet inviting breakfast spread. "Quick bite?" Typhion, motioning to the table. Tsubaki glanced at the clock on the wall, then at the food. "Okay, but just a quick one." she agreed, grabbing a slice of bread and a piece of fruit. They ate quickly, savoring the simple yet delicious meal.
As they finished, Tsubaki grabbed her things and headed for the door. "Thanks for everything, Typhion. I'll see you later." Tsubaki, Once she was gone, Typhion took a deep breath and leaned against the kitchen counter. The quiet of the house enveloped him, allowing his mind to wander and contemplate his next moves. The events of the past year had left him feeling uncertain, but the sense of peace he had found here gave him clarity. He knew it was time to return for a visit. He made his decision: he would visit his family, despite the risks and uncertainties. Typhion walked back to the bedroom to gather his things. He grabbed his swords, as he placed them on his back, he glanced around the room one last time.
By the time he made it to the school, it was lunch. Typhion moved cautiously, ensuring he wasn't spotted. The students and teachers were preoccupied, providing him the perfect opportunity to navigate through the campus unnoticed. He made his way over to the old school building. Once he reached the second floor, he slipped through the window into his room. He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes scanning the room. A desk stood in the corner, Typhion moved towards the desk, his fingers trailing over the familiar surfaces. He opened a drawer and found a small box he had hidden there. It was an old, wooden box with intricate carvings along the edges, worn smooth by years of handling. Inside were personal items: a photograph of his family, a couple of letters, and his mother's necklace.
The photograph, slightly yellowed with age, captured a moment of pure joy, a family photo, their smiles frozen in time. The sight of them brought a wave of memories of happier times flooding his mind. He carefully tucked the photograph into his pocket, feeling the reassuring presence of his family close to his heart. His fingers trembled slightly as he took the necklace from the box. The delicate chain and the simple, yet elegant, pendant sparkled faintly in the dim light. It was his mother's favorite piece of jewelry, something she wore every day.
Holding it now, he could almost feel her comforting presence, her gentle voice echoing in his ears. He held the necklace for a moment, lost in thought, then slipped it into his pocket. As he closed the drawer, he heard footsteps outside the door. He tensed, listening carefully, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring. The footsteps stopped at his door, and he could see the shadow of someone standing just outside, outlined by the light from the hallway. His heart pounded in his chest, and he silently cursed his own carelessness for not locking the door. The door handle turned slowly, opening to reveal Rias standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here at this time?" Rias, her gaze intense, searching for answers to unspoken questions.
Rias stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air charged with unspoken tension. "Enjoy your time with Miss Shinra?" Rias, Her eyes never leaving his face. Typhion swallowed hard, his mind racing to find the right words. "Yes, I didn't mean—" Typhion, She cut him off with a raised hand. "It's alright, Sona figured as much." Rias, He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" Typhion, Rias sighed, her shoulders relaxing just a fraction. "We saw you two last night, and Sona figured out how you are around Tsubaki, she was going to be late." Rias, Typhion's heart sank. Sona's perceptiveness was both a blessing and a curse. "Thank Sona for always thinking ahead." he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of gratitude and frustration.
Rias took a step closer, the intensity in her eyes softening just a bit. "That is an understatement." Rias said, her voice softening slightly. "But what are you doing here on the school grounds? You could get seen, and you have no way of concealment." Rias, Typhion looked down, guilt gnawing at him. "I know, Rias. There is something I need to do." Typhion, Rias's confusion was evident. "What do you mean, something you need to do?" Rias, Her brows furrowing as she folded her arms under her chest. "What could be so important that you'd risk getting caught?" Rias, Typhion took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "It's... complicated." Typhion, looking up to meet her eyes. "I'm leaving to go see my family." Typhion, Rias's face shifted from confusion to acknowledgment. "The ones who were killed by Kokabiel." Rias, Typhion nodded, the pain of the memory evident in his eyes. "Yes. It's been too long, and I need to find some closure. And I need something from them. I was planning on telling you, but I wanted to get a few things in order first." Typhion, Rias's expression softened, a mix of empathy and concern crossing her features.
Rias's expression softened, a mix of empathy and concern crossing her features. "I understand why you feel the need to do this, Typhion. You have changed so much in the last year and half." Rias, Typhion smiled to himself. "I will schedule something with Sona and we will see you off. How long do you plan on being gone?" Rias asked, her concern evident. "More than a year, I can't exactly teleport there, and I'm not risking you guys being caught in where I'm going." Typhion, Rias's face once again became confused. "Where exactly are you going?" Rias, Her curiosity piqued. "I'm going to Italy." Typhion said, Rias's eyes widened in surprise and shock. "Italy. The capital of where the church is located." Rias, She began to bit her nails. "I know that you and the church are enemies, but seeing as I'm not related to any faction, I am able to travel without impunity." Typhion, Rias took a step closer, her concern deepening. "Typhion, that's incredibly dangerous. The church might not see you as an immediate threat, but that doesn't mean you'll be safe. Why do you need to go there?" Rias, Typhion looked down, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on him. "I am to see my family and see if I can retrieve their gear." Typhion said, his voice steady but tinged with sadness.
Rias quickly shot her head up, her eyes wide with surprise. "What do you mean by gear?" Rias, Typhion sighed, looking down before meeting her gaze. "My family were high-ranking members in the church, especially my father. He was a candidate for promotion as an exorcist, but he turned it down when my mother became pregnant. Their gear is highly valuable and could be crucial for us." Typhion, Rias's stiffened abit but kept herself calm. "I see. Your family's gear... That must have been incredibly powerful if he was a candidate for exorcist promotion. But Typhion, retrieving that gear won't be easy. The church will protect it fiercely." Rias, Typhion nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I know, Rias. That's why I need to do this alone. The church doesn't know about my connection to them, and I can move more freely because of it. But this gear could give us the edge we need." Typhion, Rias took a deep breath, her worry evident. "I understand the importance of what you're doing, but please be careful. The church is not to be underestimated. And promise me you'll keep in touch as much as possible." Rias, He nodded. "I promise, Rias." Typhion said, feeling a mix of gratitude and determination. "I'll be as careful as I can, and I'll find a way to stay in contact. Plus they weren't buried in any major church grounds." Typhion, Rias nodded. Rias took a deep breath, her resolve firming up. "Alright, then. We'll support you from here. Let us know if there's anything you need before you leave." Rias, The bell rang signaling lunch was over. Rias turned to leave the room. "Thank you, Rias." Typhion, Rias smiled to herself. "Don't mention it." Rias, She left him in the room as she closed the door.
It was the end of the day, and the sky was awash with the hues of twilight. The peerages of Rias and Sona, still adorned in their school uniforms, gathered together, their chatter muted by an unspoken sense of anticipation. As they approached the grand, ornate gates of the academy, they saw Typhion already there, standing tall, his wings partially unfurled as if ready to take flight at any moment. Kiba, who had been quietly observing, turned to Rias with a puzzled expression. "Why are we meeting at the gates, President?" Kiba, His voice laced with curiosity.
Rias didn't immediately answer, her gaze lingering on Typhion for a moment before she responded, her voice tinged with a solemnity that hinted at the gravity of the situation. "That will have to wait and see." she said, her usual confidence softened by something more complex. As they reached the gates, the group noticed the tense atmosphere that surrounded Typhion. His stoic demeanor was a stark contrast to the warmth they were accustomed to. Sona stepped forward, her posture as composed as ever, but her voice carried a weight that caught everyone's attention. "We gathered everyone because Typhion will be leaving us for some time" she announced, the seriousness of her tone resonating through the group.
A ripple of surprise and confusion spread through the gathered members, their eyes darting between Sona and Typhion, trying to piece together what was happening. Typhion, however, remained unyielding, his expression unreadable as he met their gazes. "I am leaving to be able to stand next to the one that loves me." he stated, his voice steady and devoid of any hesitation. At that moment, all eyes turned to Tsubaki. She stood frozen, her usual composed facade crumbling as her emotions bubbled to the surface. Her face was a mixture of sadness and embarrassment, her cheeks flushed as tears welled up in her eyes. Unable to contain her feelings, she quickly walked up to Typhion, her movements driven by a desperate need for answers. Grabbing his hands, she looked up at him, her voice breaking. "Why do it now? Why not a week from now or later on?" Tsubaki, Tears began to roll down her cheeks, her grip tightening as if holding onto him could keep him from leaving.
Typhion's resolve softened as he moved his hands to her face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that escaped her. "Because I must atone if I want to be by your side." Typhion, his voice carrying the weight of past regrets and the determination to correct them. Tsubaki's breath hitched as she tried to control her sobs, her heart aching with the realization of his words. "I know, but why the day after I confessed to you?" Tsubaki, Her tears flowed freely now, each drop carrying the rawness of her emotions. Typhion placed one hand on her cheek, while the other rested on her hand, their connection palpable as they stood there, entwined in each other's presence. "So I may be a stronger person to stand by your side." Typhion, Tsubaki nodded, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to keep her composure. "I understand, but it's hard to let you go." Tsubaki, She leaned into his hand, seeking comfort in his touch. "I know, but this is something I need to do. For us." Typhion, Rias and Sona watched the exchange with heavy hearts, their expressions mirroring the emotional turmoil of the scene before them.
Rias, her usually confident demeanor softened by empathy, stepped forward. "Tsubaki, Typhion is doing this for both of you. We'll make sure he has everything he needs and support him in every way possible." Rias, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement. Sona, ever the supportive leader, moved closer to her queen, placing her hands on Tsubaki's shoulders. "And we'll be here for you, Tsubaki, every step of the way." Sona, her voice a soothing balm to her friend's turmoil. Tsubaki took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes locked with Typhion's. "Promise me you'll come back safely." Tsubaki, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope.
Typhion's gaze softened as he nodded, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. "I promise, I'll come back stronger, ready to be by your side." Typhion, Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a necklace, its pendant glinting softly in the fading light. The intricate design, passed down through his family for generations, held deep, personal significance. "This was my mother's, my father gave this to her on their wedding night, and it has been in our family for generations." Typhion, Tsubaki's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the necklace, the weight of its meaning settling in her chest. Her hands trembled as she reached out, gently cupping the precious heirloom. "Typhion, this is... so precious. Are you sure?" Tsubaki, Her voice a mixture of awe and concern.
Typhion nodded, his gaze steady. "I want you to have it. It's a reminder of my promise to you. I'll come back, Tsubaki." Typhion, With great care, Typhion unclipped the necklace and placed it around Tsubaki's neck, the pendant resting just above her heart. Tsubaki clutched the necklace to her chest, tears streaming down her face, the emotions too overwhelming to contain. "Thank you, Typhion. I'll keep it safe and close to my heart." Tsubaki, The rest of the peerages watched the exchange in respectful silence, their expressions a mix of sorrow, admiration, and understanding. Rias stepped forward, her voice filled with encouragement. "Typhion, we'll all be waiting for your return. Remember, you're not alone in this journey. We're with you in spirit." Rias, Her words a reminder of the support he would always have.
Sona nodded, her expression resolute. "Stay safe, and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything. We'll support you from here." she added, her tone firm with assurance. Typhion took a deep breath, the weight of their words settling on his shoulders, yet giving him the strength to move forward. "Thank you, everyone. Your support means the world to me." Typhion, With one last, lingering look at Tsubaki, who still held the necklace close, Typhion gently lifted her chin, their eyes meeting once more. As he leaned in, Tsubaki closed her eyes, and they shared a tender kiss, the world around them fading away. The members of both peerages watched in respectful silence, the depth of their connection evident in that brief, yet profound, moment. When they finally pulled apart, Typhion's eyes were filled with determination and love, while Tsubaki's glistened with unshed tears, a mix of sadness and hope. "I'll come back to you, my love." Typhion, Tsubaki nodded, her voice soft but firm. "I'll be waiting. Stay safe." Tsubaki, her heart aching with the impending separation but filled with unwavering faith in his return. With one final, lingering look, Typhion turned and walked through the gates, his wings now fully unfurled. The group remained at the gates, watching his figure gradually disappear into the horizon, their hearts united in hope and faith in his promise.
Arrival
Two months had passed since Typhion had left Kouh, a journey that took him across thousands of miles on foot, from the bustling streets of Japan to the historic roads of Italy. Finally, after countless days of travel, Typhion reached the outskirts of hometown. Typhion paused at the edge of a hill, the town where his family had once lived now visible in the valley below. He stood there, his tall, imposing figure casting a long shadow in the fading light. The wind rustled through his hair, carrying with it the scents of the countryside and the distant sea. Taking a deep breath, Typhion began his descent into the town. Before he could reach the town, his path was abruptly blocked by a group of church exorcist knights. Clad in gleaming armor, their presence was both imposing and formidable, the fading sunlight reflecting off their armor like a warning. "What business do you have here?" Knight 1, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
His eyes were sharp, Typhion met the knight's gaze, his own expression calm. "I'm here to visit my family's graves." Typhion, The knights exchanged wary glances, their suspicion evident in the way their grips tightened on their weapons. "This town is under the protection of the church. We cannot allow strangers to roam freely, especially with the threats we face." Knight 2, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Typhion's every movement. Typhion understood their caution—this was a time of uncertainty, and the church had many enemies. He took a deep breath, ready to offer what little proof he could. "My name is Typhion, .y family was involved with the church." Typhion, The mention of his family's connection to the church seemed to catch the knights' attention. The first knight, still wary but now curious, stepped closer, his eyes studying Typhion more intently. "If what you say is true, you should have no trouble proving it. Can you provide any proof of your identity or your family's connection to the church?" Knight 1, Typhion nodded, understanding the need for proof.
He reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out a small, worn photo. "This is the only thing left of my family as proof." Typhion, He held the photo out for the knight to see. "Everything else was destroyed." Typhion, The first knight took the photo, his eyes scanning the faces in the picture. The silence stretched on as the knight examined the image. After what felt like an eternity, the knight looked up, his expression more thoughtful, as if the photo had stirred something within him. "Wait here." Knight 1, He motioned for one of the other knights to accompany him as he walked away.
As the two knights left, the remaining members of the group kept a watchful eye on Typhion. The tension in the air had eased slightly, but they remained vigilant, their hands never straying far from their weapons. Typhion stood quietly, his posture relaxed yet alert. Minutes passed, though to Typhion, it felt like hours. Finally, the first knight returned, the photo still in his hands. His demeanor had changed no longer suspicious, he handed the photo back to Typhion, the knight nodded, a gesture that conveyed both understanding and acknowledgment. "Your story checks out. The father of the church wishes to see you personally." Knight 1, Typhion accepted the photo with a nod of gratitude, carefully placing it back into his pocket. The knights, now aware of his identity and his purpose, formed behind him as he continued his descent into the town. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the ancient buildings and cobblestone streets.
They soon arrived at the church, an imposing structure that stood at the heart of the town. The building was a testament to the town's long history, its stone walls weathered by time but still standing strong, adorned with carvings of saints and angels that gazed down upon all who entered. The towering spires reached toward the sky, as if trying to touch the heavens themselves, and the massive stained glass windows depicted scenes from the Bible, casting vibrant hues onto the cobblestone streets outside. The knights led Typhion through the grand doors, which creaked open with a resonant echo, into the quiet, dimly lit hallway. The air inside was cool, carrying the scent of incense and old wood, a stark contrast to the warm, golden light of the evening outside. The stone floors were worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, and the walls were lined with portraits of past clergy, their somber faces watching over the generations that followed. Typhion's footsteps seemed to reverberate off the walls as they walked.
Finally, they reached a large wooden door, intricately carved with religious symbols and framed by two statues of angels. The first knight knocked, the sound sharp in the silence. A moment later, a deep, steady voice from within called out, "Enter." Voice, The knight opened the door, revealing a spacious office lined with shelves of ancient books and religious artifacts. The scent of old parchment and leather filled the room, mingling with the faint smell of burning candles. The flickering light from a candelabra on the desk cast long shadows across the room, making the relics on the shelves appear to come to life for brief moments.
Behind a large, ornately carved desk sat an elderly man in priestly robes, his posture upright, and his eyes sharp and discerning despite his age. His white hair was neatly combed, and a simple golden cross hung from his neck, resting against his chest. "Father, this is him." Knight 1, stepping aside to allow Typhion to enter. The father of the church stood slowly, his gaze fixed on Typhion. His eyes, though aged, were filled with a mixture of recognition and emotion. "Welcome back home, kid." Father, Typhion was taken aback. He searched the old man's face, trying to place him in his memories. "Do I know you?" Typhion, His confusion evident as he tried to recall where they might have crossed paths.
The father nodded, a small, understanding smile on his lips as he watched Typhion struggle with his recollections. "It's been eight years since that fateful night. It's me, Xavier." Xavier, A flood of memories rushed back to Typhion at the mention of the name. Xavier had been more than just a family friend; he had been a trusted confidant to his father. The last time Typhion had seen him was on the day his family was attacked, a day that had forever altered the course of his life. "Xavier." Typhion, The years had changed Xavier his hair was whiter, his face more lined but the warmth in his eyes was the same. "I didn't recognize you." Typhion, His face softening as he took in the sight of the man who had once been like an uncle to him.
Xavier chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to momentarily lighten the heavy atmosphere. "Time changes us all, Typhion. But it has been more cruel to you." Xavier, His eyes reflecting a deep empathy. Typhion smiled slightly, feeling a sense of comfort in Xavier's presence. It was a rare feeling, one that he hadn't experienced in years. "But I'm glad to see you alive and well. I've often wondered what became of you after that night." Xavier, He gestured to a chair in front of his desk, inviting Typhion to sit. "So tell me exactly what happened." Xavier, Typhion took a deep breath, the painful memories surfacing as he spoke. "We were attacked by a fallen angel and his companions. My family fought bravely, but they were overmatched and killed." Typhion, Xavier's expression hardened, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. "I feared as much. Fallen angels have long been a threat, their ambitions and ruthlessness unmatched. Your parents were some of our best, Typhion. Their loss was a blow to all of us." Xavier said, Typhion nodded, the weight of the past heavy on his shoulders. "I've lived with their memory every day." Typhion, Xavier sighed, a heavy burden evident in his expression as he leaned back in his chair. "Do you know why the fallens would have targeted your family?" Xavier, Typhion nodded, his face clouded with the weight of his revelation. "Yes, they were after me." Typhion, Xavier was stunned, his eyes widening in shock. "Why you?" Xavier, He leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the desk, as if bracing himself for what Typhion was about to reveal.
Typhion took a deep breath. "The fallens must have targeted me because of what resides within me." Typhion, Xavier's eyes narrowed in thought, trying to piece together Typhion's words. "What do you mean by 'what resides within you'?" Xavier, Typhion hesitate before answering, his voice steady but filled with the gravity of his admission. "I am a holder of a sacred gear, but one that is different from the others." Typhion, Xavier's face paled as he realized the implications. "Your parents never mentioned this to me. They must have kept it a closely guarded secret to protect you and others." Xavier, his voice filled with a newfound respect for the sacrifices Typhion's parents had made. "This sacred gear, which one is it?" Xavier, Typhion shook his head, frustration mingling with his determination. "I don't think my parents even knew I had this within me. It allows for the manipulation of gravity." Typhion, Xavier nodded slowly, his respect for Typhion growing with each passing moment. "Your parents' sacrifice makes even more sense now. They protected you and this power with their lives. We must ensure that their efforts were not in vain." Xavier, Typhion looked at Xavier with gratitude, feeling a sense of kinship with the older man that he had not felt in years. "Are they buried here?" Typhion, his voice softening as he thought of the family he had lost.
Xavier nodded solemnly, his expression serious. "Yes, they are. But there's something you should know." Xavier, His voice taking on a grave tone as he prepared to reveal a truth that had been kept hidden. "When we got to the house after the attack, we expected to find nothing but ashes. Instead, their bodies were in perfect condition, untouched by the flames." Xavier, This revelation shattered Typhion to his core. His thoughts raced, and a familiar presence stirred within him. "This was your doing, wasn't it?" Typhion, His voice tinged with admiration as he addressed Arthralma. "Yes, I made sure they could be found and retrieved." Arthralma, Typhion's emotions were a tumultuous mix of grief, confusion, and awe. The realization that Arthralma had preserved his family's bodies brought both comfort and sorrow. He had always known Arthralma was looking out for him, but this act of preservation showed a level of compassion that he had not fully appreciated before.
Xavier watched Typhion's internal struggle, sensing the weight of the revelations that had just come to light. "Your parents were special, Typhion. Even in death, the Lord was watching out for them." Xavier, His eyes held a gentle understanding as he observed Typhion processing everything that had been revealed. Typhion nodded slowly, the storm of emotions within him gradually settling. He needed time to digest everything, but there was one thing he knew he had to do before anything else. "I need to see their graves. I need to pay my respects." Typhion, Xavier placed a comforting hand on Typhion's, the warmth of the older man's touch offering a silent but powerful reassurance. "Of course. Follow me." Xavier, They walked in silence through the church grounds, the only sounds being the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the distant chime of the church bell.
The path they took was worn, leading them through a large courtyard surrounded by tall trees whose leaves whispered in the wind. The courtyard was peaceful, the flowers blooming in vibrant colors, their scent filling the air. Yet, to the side of this serene place was a set of stone steps, old and worn, leading up to a graveyard. Xavier led Typhion up the steps, the graveyard was small but meticulously kept. The setting sun cast long shadows across the headstones. "Second row on the right." Xavier, Typhion made his way up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the graves of his family. Each step felt heavier than the last until he finally stood before four gravestones, each marked with simple but elegant headstones bearing his family's names. The sight of the names, carved into the smooth stone, brought a flood of memories rushing back, and his heart ached with the weight of them. Yet, amidst the pain, there was a slight smile on his lips when he saw that there were already flowers placed in front of the graves. The arrangement was fresh, delicate white lilies mixed with vibrant roses, a symbol of both purity and love. It was clear to him that Xavier had placed them there earlier, a silent tribute to the family he had loved and lost.
authors notes
So after Tsubaki confesses her feeling to Typhion I felt like he needed his closure with his family. I also planned for him to be given a boost in power and different weapons that will give him an edge in the upcoming chapters. As always thanks for reading and leave a comment on what I could imporve on.