Day 40 (New Year's Eve)

Mood: Quite Amazed

The light footsteps of Odelia, the goddess of deceit approached the god of desire Opalescence. Her skin was white which was offset by her short crow black bob cut and black ballerina dress, an outfit befitting her name. Her movements seemed deliberate, the way she clicked her heels or swayed her hands. Like it was all an act for some unknown spectator.

“It seems as if you have snatched a human, I must congratulate you, I didn’t know you had it in you, oh it wasn’t you entirely, it was Alice, and a little bit of my magic.” Odelia smiled and opened her hand and revealed a small hand full of black feathers that became lost in the wind. Compared to the god, she was tremendously small. Her near average height was nothing compared to Opalescence who was over seven feet tall, probably taller if he wasn’t hunched over in his suit of armor that has become one with his body. Green orbs of light were stationed where his eyes have once been. And they were glaring at the goddess, he knew that the gods did not enjoy each other’s presence. Their desire was to destroy one another and absorb their power, but as gods they believed that they were so strong and everyone was so weak that they could do whatever they pleased.

“The dragoon, I assume that’s who you are talking about?” Opalescence spoke through his armor, his voice not muffled, but metallic and booming. He truly sounded like a god.

“Yes, it seems like Alice has snipped her in the bud. You must be so proud of her. Oh you gods and your weapons, like a doting father and their little girls. Of course I couldn’t possibly hope of making one.” Odelia laughed, her voice haughty and proud. Opalescence grumbled, he resented that a personality like Odelia was a goddess. Opalescence felt like he was the only one who deserved the title, he was honorable and tolerant, very tolerant. He didn’t flaunt his power or declare foolish challenges with others. He wanted his opponent to become stronger so they can face on equal grounds rather than simply overpowering them. It would be foolish and he fed on their desire to become stronger. It was in his nature to see them grow and win. Vika’s betrayal was just an elaborate plot for her to become stronger and kill Alice. He knew what would happen, she didn’t but he sure did. Odelia was blinded too, she even deceived herself. Odelia thought she had deceived Matilda to think that she was useless alone but that wasn’t the case. Matilda would then have the desire to strengthen her resolve and her friends would help that bond grow. The war would end and everyone will be happy, even the departed gods and warriors of discord, though some will be in disdain.

“It is all according to the plan.” Opalescence said as ambiguous as possible, if Odelia was smart she would know what he was trying to say, but her ego blinded her, just like the other gods. Though he believed Gig was a difficult and fickle character to predict, fate seemed to twist and gnarl around him. 

“Yes, of course, you and your plans, you will have them turn against themselves, oh, you were never suited to the battlefield, hence all the armor. A true warrior doesn’t need to drown himself in iron and steel. Just in the blood of others.” Odelia said, however, her words were not insulting to Opalescence since his armor was a necessity, his powers were sealed within them. If he unleashed them, the overwhelming desires. He didn’t want to imagine it anymore and he shook his head.

“Leave the Crystal Realm.” Opalescence commanded and Odelia giggled.

“Oh struck a nerve there. Well ta-ta. Remember, the show will go on.” Odelia pirouetted and then disappeared in a cloud of black feathers. Opalescence then drew his halberd and blew away the feathers smashing crystals dozens of feet away from where he stood.

“And the show will end, but it will be not a comedy for you, but a tragedy.” Opalescence withdrew his weapon and stared into the sky, covered by grey clouds.

Day 39

Mood: Symmetrical (I’m OCD like that)

In the castle of the king of the night Adrian stood alone in the door to the Dark Chapel. For some reason he could not enter. There was a barrier of darkness barring his path. He put his hand to the spectral wall. The aura surrounding the door created a demonic face and it went to bite Adrian’s hand off. The dhampir quickly snapped his hand back and the skull chomped on thin air and dissipated. “This magic, it seems familiar, but it escapes me. It’s unfortunate. It seems to be right in front of me, yet is separated.” Adrian pondered, putting his armored hand to his beautiful chin. He was from head to toe in armor forged especially for him during the times of his youth and although he has existed for hundreds of years, his appearance hasn’t changed and the armor still fits him like it did when he was only nineteen. He was now almost seven hundred years old. Many have mistaken him for being even older considering his power, but others thought him to be younger because of the human blood in him. Unlike most dhampirs he did not curse his human blood but cursed none. His birth was that of a loving union until humans killed his mother, claiming her to be a witch. However not being overcome with rage, he forgave the humans for their foolishness and spent his years traveling, away from his father. He then fell in love with a human and she had a child, he became a strong man but knew naught of his origin. Adrian raised the boy like he should and blessed the heavens he did not develop his vampiric powers. He thought it to be a gift from his departed mother. Adrian continued to ponder the power of the aura surrounding the door when he heard the footsteps of Kokoro Belmont slowly behind him. He knew without looking, there was an odd scent about her. And her name only added to his suspicions. “Can I help you Belmont?” Adrian asked.

“Please, don’t call me Belmont, it was my ancestors’ name. I’m not a full fledged Belmont just yet.” Kokoro sighed and kicked a cobble stone. There was a long silence. “Oh yes...” Kokoro chimed in. “I felt something strange over here. I came over to check it out but it seems you came here before me.” Kokoro tried to force a laugh but it was not convincing. Adrian glared at her. 

“This is my father’s castle, even after his death it still lives on, even though his body and soul has perished. I am its new master. I find it odd that you can enter here without going insane, you are human correct?” Adrian asked Kokoro.

“Your father huh? Yah I have daddy issues too. I’m doing this to show my dad I can fight, that I can keep our name going.” Kokoro stated her hair bobbing to her swing. Adrian raised a snow white eyebrow. Kokoro paused and then turned red in embarrassment. “Our family were vampire hunters. My daddy was supposed to be the last one but I want to continue the name. Especially because I’ve been getting these strange dreams.” Adrian’s attention was instantly directed towards Kokoro.

“What kind of dreams, do tell.” Adrian requested. He drew closer and Kokoro stepped back and put her hand to her hip. There rested what looked like a large cross. Adrian then drew back knowing the weapon’s capabilities.

“I’m approached, by a man, old. Pale skin, much paler than yours and he has white hair, also not like yours, an old guys’ grey hair. He wears only black and red and looks like its real expensive. And he’s surrounded by bats with glowing eyes and this weird dark haze. And he tells me that I’m the one. He just says I’m the one and I will accept his power and become mighty. And then his eyes glow, like the bats, red like blood.” Kokoro said, shivering in fear.

“Father...” Adrian whispered just low enough that Kokoro couldn’t hear it.

“So I am fighting with my own power, and this family heirloom.” She brought out the cross from her side. She then swung it and a long metal chain came out and almost hit Adrian who dodged just at the right time. He was certain that it was the Vampire Killer. A weapon wielded by the Belmonts to slay Adrian’s father. He knew she wouldn’t use it against him but it was still dangerous just being around it. “Oh sorry!” Kokoro drew it back. “I’m usually less clumsy when I have it out...” Kokoro looked down at it.

“No, I see. It’s just the effects of this castle. It makes even the strongest act like a mere infant. Many have fallen to its powers.” Adrian tried to console the girl but realized his choice of words weren’t so great.

“Oh I get it, that’s probably it. So what’s with the door. No one can get through huh?” Kokoro said, switching topics. Adrian took a sigh of relief.

“That is correct Belmont. It seems that a powerful dark force is restricting us from entering. It seems to have a connection to someone in this realm.”

“Kid?” Kokoro asked, referring to Lucian the Kid, she believed that Lucian was actually his father and he couldn’t think of anything original for his son.

“No, the aura isn’t like that of a reaper, I think someone even more powerful and darker.” Adrian said.

“Darkside.”

“He has his own controlled space.”

“Rose.”

“Her too.”

“How about Joachim?”

“He has the gallows here. This is the Dark Chapel.” Adrian sighed again, turning up blank after blank.

“Dark Chapel. Let’s see who’s religious?” Kokoro thought, tilting her head and then decided to put her hand to the barrier. Adrian couldn’t react in time and the skull that tried to eat Adrian came after her. As soon as it went to her hand it dissipated and went back into the barrier. “Odd, I think I know who it is. It’s a controlled space but it doesn’t belong to anyone on our team. It’s waiting for someone else to release it.” Kokoro gasped.

“Who could it be?”

“It’s Justice, only he has the dark powers to create something like this.”

“But that means he must have some connection to my father’s castle... but how?” Adrian exclaimed trying to make sense of the situation.

“Could Justice be a descendant of yours?” Kokoro asked.

“Of mine, impossible.” Adrian lied, it was probable but unlikely. But it would explain Justice’s powers over darkness. And his Blood Cain was similar to his Dark Metamorphosis. And he did smell funny, like Kokoro. They had similar scents. Then it hit him. Justice’s ancestors were the Belmonts, and Kokoro was his daughter from the future. And both were his descendants. 

Day 39

Mood: Symmetrical (I’m OCD like that)

In the castle of the king of the night Adrian stood alone in the door to the Dark Chapel. For some reason he could not enter. There was a barrier of darkness barring his path. He put his hand to the spectral wall. The aura surrounding the door created a demonic face and it went to bite Adrian’s hand off. The dhampir quickly snapped his hand back and the skull chomped on thin air and dissipated. “This magic, it seems familiar, but it escapes me. It’s unfortunate. It seems to be right in front of me, yet is separated.” Adrian pondered, putting his armored hand to his beautiful chin. He was from head to toe in armor forged especially for him during the times of his youth and although he has existed for hundreds of years, his appearance hasn’t changed and the armor still fits him like it did when he was only nineteen. He was now almost seven hundred years old. Many have mistaken him for being even older considering his power, but others thought him to be younger because of the human blood in him. Unlike most dhampirs he did not curse his human blood but cursed none. His birth was that of a loving union until humans killed his mother, claiming her to be a witch. However not being overcome with rage, he forgave the humans for their foolishness and spent his years traveling, away from his father. He then fell in love with a human and she had a child, he became a strong man but knew naught of his origin. Adrian raised the boy like he should and blessed the heavens he did not develop his vampiric powers. He thought it to be a gift from his departed mother. Adrian continued to ponder the power of the aura surrounding the door when he heard the footsteps of Kokoro Belmont slowly behind him. He knew without looking, there was an odd scent about her. And her name only added to his suspicions. “Can I help you Belmont?” Adrian asked.

“Please, don’t call me Belmont, it was my ancestors’ name. I’m not a full fledged Belmont just yet.” Kokoro sighed and kicked a cobble stone. There was a long silence. “Oh yes...” Kokoro chimed in. “I felt something strange over here. I came over to check it out but it seems you came here before me.” Kokoro tried to force a laugh but it was not convincing. Adrian glared at her. 

“This is my father’s castle, even after his death it still lives on, even though his body and soul has perished. I am its new master. I find it odd that you can enter here without going insane, you are human correct?” Adrian asked Kokoro.

“Your father huh? Yah I have daddy issues too. I’m doing this to show my dad I can fight, that I can keep our name going.” Kokoro stated her hair bobbing to her swing. Adrian raised a snow white eyebrow. Kokoro paused and then turned red in embarrassment. “Our family were vampire hunters. My daddy was supposed to be the last one but I want to continue the name. Especially because I’ve been getting these strange dreams.” Adrian’s attention was instantly directed towards Kokoro.

“What kind of dreams, do tell.” Adrian requested. He drew closer and Kokoro stepped back and put her hand to her hip. There rested what looked like a large cross. Adrian then drew back knowing the weapon’s capabilities.

“I’m approached, by a man, old. Pale skin, much paler than yours and he has white hair, also not like yours, an old guys’ grey hair. He wears only black and red and looks like its real expensive. And he’s surrounded by bats with glowing eyes and this weird dark haze. And he tells me that I’m the one. He just says I’m the one and I will accept his power and become mighty. And then his eyes glow, like the bats, red like blood.” Kokoro said, shivering in fear.

“Father...” Adrian whispered just low enough that Kokoro couldn’t hear it.

“So I am fighting with my own power, and this family heirloom.” She brought out the cross from her side. She then swung it and a long metal chain came out and almost hit Adrian who dodged just at the right time. He was certain that it was the Vampire Killer. A weapon wielded by the Belmonts to slay Adrian’s father. He knew she wouldn’t use it against him but it was still dangerous just being around it. “Oh sorry!” Kokoro drew it back. “I’m usually less clumsy when I have it out...” Kokoro looked down at it.

“No, I see. It’s just the effects of this castle. It makes even the strongest act like a mere infant. Many have fallen to its powers.” Adrian tried to console the girl but realized his choice of words weren’t so great.

“Oh I get it, that’s probably it. So what’s with the door. No one can get through huh?” Kokoro said, switching topics. Adrian took a sigh of relief.

“That is correct Belmont. It seems that a powerful dark force is restricting us from entering. It seems to have a connection to someone in this realm.”

“Kid?” Kokoro asked, referring to Lucian the Kid, she believed that Lucian was actually his father and he couldn’t think of anything original for his son.

“No, the aura isn’t like that of a reaper, I think someone even more powerful and darker.” Adrian said.

“Darkside.”

“He has his own controlled space.”

“Rose.”

“Her too.”

“How about Joachim?”

“He has the gallows here. This is the Dark Chapel.” Adrian sighed again, turning up blank after blank.

“Dark Chapel. Let’s see who’s religious?” Kokoro thought, tilting her head and then decided to put her hand to the barrier. Adrian couldn’t react in time and the skull that tried to eat Adrian came after her. As soon as it went to her hand it dissipated and went back into the barrier. “Odd, I think I know who it is. It’s a controlled space but it doesn’t belong to anyone on our team. It’s waiting for someone else to release it.” Kokoro gasped.

“Who could it be?”

“It’s Justice, only he has the dark powers to create something like this.”

“But that means he must have some connection to my father’s castle... but how?” Adrian exclaimed trying to make sense of the situation.

“Could Justice be a descendant of yours?” Kokoro asked.

“Of mine, impossible.” Adrian lied, it was probable but unlikely. But it would explain Justice’s powers over darkness. And his Blood Cain was similar to his Dark Metamorphosis. And he did smell funny, like Kokoro. They had similar scents. Then it hit him. Justice’s ancestors were the Belmonts, and Kokoro was his daughter from the future. And both were his descendants. 

Day 39

Mood: Symmetrical (I’m OCD like that)

In the castle of the king of the night Adrian stood alone in the door to the Dark Chapel. For some reason he could not enter. There was a barrier of darkness barring his path. He put his hand to the spectral wall. The aura surrounding the door created a demonic face and it went to bite Adrian’s hand off. The dhampir quickly snapped his hand back and the skull chomped on thin air and dissipated. “This magic, it seems familiar, but it escapes me. It’s unfortunate. It seems to be right in front of me, yet is separated.” Adrian pondered, putting his armored hand to his beautiful chin. He was from head to toe in armor forged especially for him during the times of his youth and although he has existed for hundreds of years, his appearance hasn’t changed and the armor still fits him like it did when he was only nineteen. He was now almost seven hundred years old. Many have mistaken him for being even older considering his power, but others thought him to be younger because of the human blood in him. Unlike most dhampirs he did not curse his human blood but cursed none. His birth was that of a loving union until humans killed his mother, claiming her to be a witch. However not being overcome with rage, he forgave the humans for their foolishness and spent his years traveling, away from his father. He then fell in love with a human and she had a child, he became a strong man but knew naught of his origin. Adrian raised the boy like he should and blessed the heavens he did not develop his vampiric powers. He thought it to be a gift from his departed mother. Adrian continued to ponder the power of the aura surrounding the door when he heard the footsteps of Kokoro Belmont slowly behind him. He knew without looking, there was an odd scent about her. And her name only added to his suspicions. “Can I help you Belmont?” Adrian asked.

“Please, don’t call me Belmont, it was my ancestors’ name. I’m not a full fledged Belmont just yet.” Kokoro sighed and kicked a cobble stone. There was a long silence. “Oh yes...” Kokoro chimed in. “I felt something strange over here. I came over to check it out but it seems you came here before me.” Kokoro tried to force a laugh but it was not convincing. Adrian glared at her. 

“This is my father’s castle, even after his death it still lives on, even though his body and soul has perished. I am its new master. I find it odd that you can enter here without going insane, you are human correct?” Adrian asked Kokoro.

“Your father huh? Yah I have daddy issues too. I’m doing this to show my dad I can fight, that I can keep our name going.” Kokoro stated her hair bobbing to her swing. Adrian raised a snow white eyebrow. Kokoro paused and then turned red in embarrassment. “Our family were vampire hunters. My daddy was supposed to be the last one but I want to continue the name. Especially because I’ve been getting these strange dreams.” Adrian’s attention was instantly directed towards Kokoro.

“What kind of dreams, do tell.” Adrian requested. He drew closer and Kokoro stepped back and put her hand to her hip. There rested what looked like a large cross. Adrian then drew back knowing the weapon’s capabilities.

“I’m approached, by a man, old. Pale skin, much paler than yours and he has white hair, also not like yours, an old guys’ grey hair. He wears only black and red and looks like its real expensive. And he’s surrounded by bats with glowing eyes and this weird dark haze. And he tells me that I’m the one. He just says I’m the one and I will accept his power and become mighty. And then his eyes glow, like the bats, red like blood.” Kokoro said, shivering in fear.

“Father...” Adrian whispered just low enough that Kokoro couldn’t hear it.

“So I am fighting with my own power, and this family heirloom.” She brought out the cross from her side. She then swung it and a long metal chain came out and almost hit Adrian who dodged just at the right time. He was certain that it was the Vampire Killer. A weapon wielded by the Belmonts to slay Adrian’s father. He knew she wouldn’t use it against him but it was still dangerous just being around it. “Oh sorry!” Kokoro drew it back. “I’m usually less clumsy when I have it out...” Kokoro looked down at it.

“No, I see. It’s just the effects of this castle. It makes even the strongest act like a mere infant. Many have fallen to its powers.” Adrian tried to console the girl but realized his choice of words weren’t so great.

“Oh I get it, that’s probably it. So what’s with the door. No one can get through huh?” Kokoro said, switching topics. Adrian took a sigh of relief.

“That is correct Belmont. It seems that a powerful dark force is restricting us from entering. It seems to have a connection to someone in this realm.”

“Kid?” Kokoro asked, referring to Lucian the Kid, she believed that Lucian was actually his father and he couldn’t think of anything original for his son.

“No, the aura isn’t like that of a reaper, I think someone even more powerful and darker.” Adrian said.

“Darkside.”

“He has his own controlled space.”

“Rose.”

“Her too.”

“How about Joachim?”

“He has the gallows here. This is the Dark Chapel.” Adrian sighed again, turning up blank after blank.

“Dark Chapel. Let’s see who’s religious?” Kokoro thought, tilting her head and then decided to put her hand to the barrier. Adrian couldn’t react in time and the skull that tried to eat Adrian came after her. As soon as it went to her hand it dissipated and went back into the barrier. “Odd, I think I know who it is. It’s a controlled space but it doesn’t belong to anyone on our team. It’s waiting for someone else to release it.” Kokoro gasped.

“Who could it be?”

“It’s Justice, only he has the dark powers to create something like this.”

“But that means he must have some connection to my father’s castle... but how?” Adrian exclaimed trying to make sense of the situation.

“Could Justice be a descendant of yours?” Kokoro asked.

“Of mine, impossible.” Adrian lied, it was probable but unlikely. But it would explain Justice’s powers over darkness. And his Blood Cain was similar to his Dark Metamorphosis. And he did smell funny, like Kokoro. They had similar scents. Then it hit him. Justice’s ancestors were the Belmonts, and Kokoro was his daughter from the future. And both were his descendants. 

Day 39

Mood: Symmetrical (I’m OCD like that)

In the castle of the king of the night Adrian stood alone in the door to the Dark Chapel. For some reason he could not enter. There was a barrier of darkness barring his path. He put his hand to the spectral wall. The aura surrounding the door created a demonic face and it went to bite Adrian’s hand off. The dhampir quickly snapped his hand back and the skull chomped on thin air and dissipated. “This magic, it seems familiar, but it escapes me. It’s unfortunate. It seems to be right in front of me, yet is separated.” Adrian pondered, putting his armored hand to his beautiful chin. He was from head to toe in armor forged especially for him during the times of his youth and although he has existed for hundreds of years, his appearance hasn’t changed and the armor still fits him like it did when he was only nineteen. He was now almost seven hundred years old. Many have mistaken him for being even older considering his power, but others thought him to be younger because of the human blood in him. Unlike most dhampirs he did not curse his human blood but cursed none. His birth was that of a loving union until humans killed his mother, claiming her to be a witch. However not being overcome with rage, he forgave the humans for their foolishness and spent his years traveling, away from his father. He then fell in love with a human and she had a child, he became a strong man but knew naught of his origin. Adrian raised the boy like he should and blessed the heavens he did not develop his vampiric powers. He thought it to be a gift from his departed mother. Adrian continued to ponder the power of the aura surrounding the door when he heard the footsteps of Kokoro Belmont slowly behind him. He knew without looking, there was an odd scent about her. And her name only added to his suspicions. “Can I help you Belmont?” Adrian asked.

“Please, don’t call me Belmont, it was my ancestors’ name. I’m not a full fledged Belmont just yet.” Kokoro sighed and kicked a cobble stone. There was a long silence. “Oh yes...” Kokoro chimed in. “I felt something strange over here. I came over to check it out but it seems you came here before me.” Kokoro tried to force a laugh but it was not convincing. Adrian glared at her. 

“This is my father’s castle, even after his death it still lives on, even though his body and soul has perished. I am its new master. I find it odd that you can enter here without going insane, you are human correct?” Adrian asked Kokoro.

“Your father huh? Yah I have daddy issues too. I’m doing this to show my dad I can fight, that I can keep our name going.” Kokoro stated her hair bobbing to her swing. Adrian raised a snow white eyebrow. Kokoro paused and then turned red in embarrassment. “Our family were vampire hunters. My daddy was supposed to be the last one but I want to continue the name. Especially because I’ve been getting these strange dreams.” Adrian’s attention was instantly directed towards Kokoro.

“What kind of dreams, do tell.” Adrian requested. He drew closer and Kokoro stepped back and put her hand to her hip. There rested what looked like a large cross. Adrian then drew back knowing the weapon’s capabilities.

“I’m approached, by a man, old. Pale skin, much paler than yours and he has white hair, also not like yours, an old guys’ grey hair. He wears only black and red and looks like its real expensive. And he’s surrounded by bats with glowing eyes and this weird dark haze. And he tells me that I’m the one. He just says I’m the one and I will accept his power and become mighty. And then his eyes glow, like the bats, red like blood.” Kokoro said, shivering in fear.

“Father...” Adrian whispered just low enough that Kokoro couldn’t hear it.

“So I am fighting with my own power, and this family heirloom.” She brought out the cross from her side. She then swung it and a long metal chain came out and almost hit Adrian who dodged just at the right time. He was certain that it was the Vampire Killer. A weapon wielded by the Belmonts to slay Adrian’s father. He knew she wouldn’t use it against him but it was still dangerous just being around it. “Oh sorry!” Kokoro drew it back. “I’m usually less clumsy when I have it out...” Kokoro looked down at it.

“No, I see. It’s just the effects of this castle. It makes even the strongest act like a mere infant. Many have fallen to its powers.” Adrian tried to console the girl but realized his choice of words weren’t so great.

“Oh I get it, that’s probably it. So what’s with the door. No one can get through huh?” Kokoro said, switching topics. Adrian took a sigh of relief.

“That is correct Belmont. It seems that a powerful dark force is restricting us from entering. It seems to have a connection to someone in this realm.”

“Kid?” Kokoro asked, referring to Lucian the Kid, she believed that Lucian was actually his father and he couldn’t think of anything original for his son.

“No, the aura isn’t like that of a reaper, I think someone even more powerful and darker.” Adrian said.

“Darkside.”

“He has his own controlled space.”

“Rose.”

“Her too.”

“How about Joachim?”

“He has the gallows here. This is the Dark Chapel.” Adrian sighed again, turning up blank after blank.

“Dark Chapel. Let’s see who’s religious?” Kokoro thought, tilting her head and then decided to put her hand to the barrier. Adrian couldn’t react in time and the skull that tried to eat Adrian came after her. As soon as it went to her hand it dissipated and went back into the barrier. “Odd, I think I know who it is. It’s a controlled space but it doesn’t belong to anyone on our team. It’s waiting for someone else to release it.” Kokoro gasped.

“Who could it be?”

“It’s Justice, only he has the dark powers to create something like this.”

“But that means he must have some connection to my father’s castle... but how?” Adrian exclaimed trying to make sense of the situation.

“Could Justice be a descendant of yours?” Kokoro asked.

“Of mine, impossible.” Adrian lied, it was probable but unlikely. But it would explain Justice’s powers over darkness. And his Blood Cain was similar to his Dark Metamorphosis. And he did smell funny, like Kokoro. They had similar scents. Then it hit him. Justice’s ancestors were the Belmonts, and Kokoro was his daughter from the future. And both were his descendants. 

Day 38

Mood: Exquisite 

“I find it extremely rude that Iscariot had to pull me out from my world to engage in this stupid war, but it is entertaining to mess with that girl Guinevere. I do say she’s positively stupid, I could just laugh.” The incubus, Magnus, giggled. “I was being chased by a young man, though he easily could’ve been mistaken for a woman and then ka-boom I’m in this stupid realm. I don’t think it’s fair, not at all.”

“I thought you said it was rude.” Genome, the artificial causality weapon of Paradigm said, quite confused with what Magnus was saying. Despite being the smartest of her kind, the process of having a simple conversation with someone below her intelligence confused her and made her feel uneasy. She squirmed in her spot ever so slightly, unfortunately Magnus was too self absorbed to notice the messages Genome was sending.

“That too but come on, haven’t you ever wanted something so bad and almost as soon as you got it, it was just taken away from you? Come on girl, level with me.” Magnus got uncomfortably close to her and she stepped back, face flushed with embarrassment. She did not have any sort of affection for the monster, although he was very beautiful. Long white limbs, lightly toned chest, affectionate eyes and long blackish violet hair. Normal girls would swoon from his appearance but not Genome. She was more practical, more logical, rational. Genome took a large step backwards. She had no idea what Magnus had in mind. However, Genome stood ready, preparing to materialize her weapon at any moment. She could not allow Magnus to have any form of advantage over her. However this was not Magnus’ intention. All he was doing was venting his emotions to any person that was close to him. If Guinevere was close to him, he would talk to her although it would end in a bloody fight. Magnus had no inkling of an idea what was going through her head, nor did he want to know, his egocentricity wouldn’t allow him to. Magnus pulled back and flipped his long hair and Genome took a deep breath. She would have to write a report on Magnus’ suspicious behavior to her master. “I miss my world, the world of vampires, werewolves and other creatures of the night. I wasn’t exactly royalty among my kind but I was strong and well known. I’ve been in existence for far longer than those pretty boys Adrian or Joachim or those meatheads Cornell and Fenril. And what’s with their white hair? I mean they are old but their magic should keep their appearance young. They treat me like a baby because of it, I’ve been around for over three thousand years! Armster hasn’t been around for even two centuries. I should show him you know? Just because I don’t like brute force and blowing the shit out of things doesn’t mean I’m not strong, I’m like a pacifist you know, I’d rather use wit and cunning rather than muscles and magic. You should understand, right girl? You know what it’s like to be smarter than the rest.” Magnus stated pointing to his brain which he stated, swelled with intelligence. Genome was taken aback, she didn’t know how to respond. She had to take certain precautions, so she responded as best she could.

“Of course Magnus, I completely agree with you, you should show them your intellectual capacity and I promise it will befuddle them. I guarantee it.” Genome forced an awkward smile. Magnus smiled back.

“Thank you, you’ve been a great help to me, oh I’m glad there are understanding people like you around, you’re nothing like Le Cage who just sits around and says nothing. Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you!” Magnus wrapped his spindly limbs around Genome’s frame. Genome completely turned red and her heart, or what substituted it started to pound rapidly. She wanted to leave the embrace but she found it impossible to move considering the position she was in. Her eyes rolled back into her head and Magnus let go, but not because he saw what was going on with Genome but because he was content. Genome wobbled but then stood up straight and astute. “Well ta-ta!” Magnus said and black leathery wings unfolded from his back and he took to the skies. Genome took a breath of relief.

“What am I going to do, this was a most horrifying situation.”

Day 37

Mood: Inception

“You came alone, correct?” A voice called out in the darkness. It was in the corner of the created world, Wonderland, the home of Alice, the artificial causality weapon created by Opalescence to bring out the latent desire in the warriors of harmony. The voice she called out to was not one of her comrades but a comrade to be. “Vika, the Dragoon... You have nothing to fear, come out, no one will see you. Please, join me.” Alice called out, her pale long fingers, tempting and inviting. Vika stepped forward, afraid of the concept of betraying her friends, but what was her purpose for doing so? Why did she desire the strength that Alice could offer her? And why did she trust Alice, her sworn enemy and rival to the end? One word could sum it all up. Love, Vika was in love with their exalted leader Dios, and she could not stand the thought of being overpowered by the rest, she would use the power to kill Adrian an be with Dios. But what she didn’t know was that it came with a price. A price that was so severe it would change the nature of their relationship for the duration of the war, and not just their relationship, Vika’s relationship with everyone would be altered. Their suspicions of Justice being a traitor would be lifted but replaced with her. The Dragoon of all people being a traitor, was more expected than one would think. They would doubt her, she wouldn’t be the same. But she didn’t know that just yet. 

“Yes Alice, I am alone. Are you?” Vika asked under the safety of her dragon head shaped helmet and her thick, heavy armor that would be a memento of what she would be fighting for. Alice nodded slowly, her pitch black ponytail bobbing slowly up and down, her eye widened at the sight of the beautiful young maiden dressed in dark blue metal. 

“Oh of course I am, there is nothing to fear here, you desire power and I shall give it to you, it is what you want correct?” Alice asked moving closer and closer to Vika. Her slender arms behind her back, her white military coat stretched out at the shoulders. “It’s okay, drop your guard.” Alice whispered and breathed into Vika’s neck. Vika inhaled and Alice turned herself around. “You are lucky I am such a nice person to help you. I cannot stand the thought of your situation. I take pity on you. such a sweet young girl, well, young to me.” Alice chuckled. “Being so heart-broken over such a dense boy, it’s horrifying.” Alice snapped her finger and a soldier in blue armor, from head to toe appeared holding two small cups on a silver heart shaped platter. She took the drinks and brought them to Vika. The Dragoon hesitated. “It’s only tea sweetie. If you want I’ll take a sip from both?” Alice offered but Vika shook her head.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” Vika then took off her helmet revealing a tan face with dark eyes and beautiful long auburn hair drifting down her shoulder. Alice blushed and Vika accepted the tea and took a sip. “Roses?” Vika asked, regarding the taste.

“Yes, unfortunately roses are the only flowers this world has to offer because of that false savior. Though we have dominance over our controlled spaces because we are their architects she still somehow has control over this universe. It must be the influence of her unending power.” Alice pouted and took a sip of her tea, trying to ignore its flavor. “that girl however is worth all the trouble, she can kill you all. But I will keep you safe from her.” Alice said in earnest delight. Vika paused to look at her enemy, she looked defenseless, vulnerable, if they were fighting all Vika would have to do is plunge her spear in Alice’s heart and it would be all over. But only for her but not for Dios. Dios was her main concern. 

“Please Alice, I want the power. If I cannot change Dios’ fate, he will perish and we will lose this war without him, and if I win for him. He will see my resolve, he will see my feelings for him. I want him to see.” Vika said and put down her tea cup trying hard not to shatter it.

“Of course my darling and I shall give you that power. Don’t worry, it will be yours. I promise that.” Alice said as she took off her eye patch and after that, everything changed. And the blue faded to black.

Day 36 (It's number 6 squared)

Mood: Slipped on the floor while doing an axe kick (That’s a mood ain’t it?)

“I must stop you here Maybell.” A voice called out to the Blue Mage. It sounded as if it came from above. Maybell from under her hat looked up and saw a young girl dressed in a sapphire one piece dress with streaks of white and a black chest plate. She wore a blue beret that covered her long blonder hair and hid her light blue eyes. It was none other than the angel, however an angel in training she claims, Sora Morris. She was one of the few warriors of discord that came from the real world with certain alterations. Sora became a powerful gunner and formed a dance like fighting style that was second to none in accuracy and ferocity. As her named suggested she was of mixed origin unlike Kokoro who simply changed her name. Sora saw her as Kokoro’s caretaker since she knew Kokoro since birth, there was a six year age difference between the two and thus protected her like a younger sister. When Kokoro decided to fight, Sora pleaded to follow. However she could not bring herself to fight like the rest, it was not in her nature. Her only duty was to protect Kokoro, she couldn’t imagine slaying Maybell, but she convinced herself it was for her little sis she loved so much. “I cannot let you go any further, so I must implore you to stop here or I will use deadly force.” Sora materialized her identical guns, they were custom models especially made for her, they were long, white and had two red strings attached to cuffs on her shoulders. She cocked the hammer.

“Dammit Sora I don’t have time for this, my friend is in trouble!” Maybell protested and started to run forward trying to avoid her yet summoned her cutlass preparing for battle. If Maybell’s outfit was black she would look exactly like a pirate. Sora jumped backwards and fired a multitude of bullets in front of her hoping to hit Maybell. “Sora no! I summon the power of the Thunder Drake. Mighty Guard!” Maybell chanted and a golden barrier surrounded her momentarily as the bullets then proceeded to bounce off her. “This isn’t the time, my friend is in trouble. She’s in a bad situation you got to let me pass.” Maybell pleaded with Sora. Sora landed ahead, the look in her eyes not at all sympathetic but rather merciless.

“I cannot, you will hurt Kokoro. I must bar your path for her safety.” Sora loaded her guns again aiming them straight at Maybell’s head and heart.

“What, Kokoro? She has nothing to do with this. Air, Laylea and Silk are in danger, my friends! Kokoro is not there. You must let me go through now!” Maybell begged but Sora shook her head in disapproval. Maybell gritted her teeth. “Then I have no choice. I summon the power of the Antlion. Sandstorm!” Maybell chanted as two sigils came out of her hands and released a flood of sand directed at Sora. She figured that a gunner’s greatest weapon is their eyes and blinding them makes them completely useless. Maybell took this opportunity to run away dashing as fast as her legs could take her. Sora rubbed her eyes, she could not see, she could not find her enemy. However she could not let this small dilemma stop her. She started to fire her guns rapidly in every direction. The structure they were in would easily ricochet the bullets and hopefully a stray would hit Maybell. Maybell saw this as a problem but still ran forward being wary of the bullets. One grazed her cheek but then she realized it was magically charged. Judging by the feel it was a tracking bullet. Now all bullets fired would be honed in on her DNA because of the skin cells that were scraped off. “Dammit!” Maybell quickened her pace. She couldn’t let her friends down, they were in trouble, they depended on her. “I summon the power of the Sprite. White Wind!” Maybell chanted and the wound on her cheek healed. She wasn’t sure it would help but it was worth a shot. Sora turned to Maybell’s direction and fired five bullets in rapid succession. Maybell tucked her head and tried to think of a spell in her arsenal, she was not like Selena who could heal, or Air to protect, or Elf to manipulate time or Zeiss to incinerate everything. She just could do what monsters did to her. Most of her spells came from the assistance of Mana who would control monsters for her. But now she couldn’t fail. Maybell braked and turned around. “I summon the power of the Bakanmykind. Magic hammer!” Maybell chanted and multiple hammers rained down from a glowing sigil and intercepted the bullets. She now was running towards Sora now. “I summon the power of the Ice Drake. Expose Weakness!” Maybell chanted again and she heard a voice in her head whispering to her Sora’s weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Maybell paused and took a deep breath. “And now. I summon the power of the Red Marshmallow. Unction!” Maybell waved her hand and a wave of oil spread itself on Sora’s body. Sora struggled but she simply slipped. “I summon the power of the Fire Drake. Dragon Force!” Maybell formed a circle with her hand over her mouth and breathed a jet of flame, the oil instantly ignited. “Sorry Sora but I got to leave.” Maybell said as she started to run away leaving Sora by herself burning. Sora repelled the flames with magic and acrobatically leapt over Maybell. She was black with smoke.

“I cannot let you go!” Sora yelled and fell over, before hitting the ground someone caught her. It was not Maybell but Kokoro, the girl she was fighting for. “Kokoro-chan...” Sora muttered.

“Come on Sora, you got to stop abusing yourself. Let’s leave, go on Maybell save your friends. You’re strong enough, Sora has been overexerting herself because of me, she’s not at full strength. Go.” Kokoro put Sora’s arm around her and then jumped away. Maybell shook her head, not being able to comprehend what happened and continued to run. Her friends earnestly awaiting her.

Day 35

Mood: Excited

Astro and Mordecai grunted as they attempted to wriggle themselves out of a large and nasty tree. They were only having innocent fun, spying on the girls but Justice had to come along and blast them into next week. It was enough to make a man cry when their friend betrays them even though they had done nothing wrong. Besides invade the girls’ privacy but they weren’t privy to that. Astro started to yell loudly, showing frustration. “Damn Justice, why did he have to ruin our fun and he broke the binoculars when he did that Souleater too. Now I have to make a new set. Damn, how did the girls know we were planning this, are they mind readers? Oh, I hate it! And why did Justice use Souleater on us anyway?” Astro complained like a small child shaking the tree with each fit of anger. 

“It’s probably because you two are complete morons.” A voice called out above them. The voice was too familiar to dismiss. It was the young man in question, Justice sitting on a branch above their heads looking like an executioner. “It’s what you get for being lousy perverts.” Justice said in a condescending tone.

“Come down here and I’ll teach you a lesson, I’ll show you who’s a lousy pervert!” Astro yelled.

“Oh I already know who’s a lousy pervert.” Justice smiled from under his helmet.

“Cut me down and I’ll beat the helmet right off your head.” Astro challenged. Justice stood up, the branch looked like it would break under Justice’s weight and armor but somehow it stayed resilient.

“Okay I’ll get you down now.” Justice materialized his sword and quickly swiped it through the air. A gust of wind passed Astro’s cheek and then all the branches of the tree snapped and brought Astro and Mordecai tumbling down to the ground. Astro rubbed his head and Justice swiftly jumped down and landed with a soft pat. Astro stood up and materialized his flag poe, the flag blowing in the wind. 

“You’re going down now.” Astro jumped up and gave a strong kick which was easily blocked by Justice’s sword. The Dark Knight then shoved the sword forward and Astro backflipped onto the ground. 

“You’re not going to beat me with those skills, you can pilfer nothing from this battle.” Justice said as he made a vertical slashing motion and a long shockwave was thrown from his sword. Astro held up his flag and blocked the blow but he was sent backwards. Mordecai watched speechless not wanting to barge in on their duel. Astro twirled his flag around and started a combination of strikes which were parried by Justice’s superior swordsmanship.

“The only time you use your sword is against me? That ain’t cool!” Astro roared as he jumped upward and delivered an axe kick to Justice’s helmet but he simply deflected the attack. Astro huffed as Justice chuckled. “Oh that’s it. Big Wave!” Astro then charged Justice channeling energy through his flag. 

“Intriguing.” Justice said as he in turn channelled energy through his blade and they clashed, Astro’s blue energy mixing in with Justice’s black. The clash lasted a long time and they seemed to be even.

“So, you’re ready to give up?” Astro asked with a snide remark. Justice shook his head.

“Sorry but this is where it ends my good friend.” Justice said as he took a deep breath and released more energy which knocked Astro back. He rolled on the ground three times but got up quickly and went back for more.

“Just shut up already you bastard. Big Wave!” Astro chanted as he put out more energy.

“Like I said, this is where it ends. Inferno Divider!” Justice said and he released a shockwave from his sword but he aimed it so that it only grazed Astro sending him spinning. Astro fell to the ground one last time and looked behind him. The entire forest was decimated by the blow. Astro looked at Justice and saw that blood was gushing out of his helmet. “Dammit Astro, you got to learn that you can’t just jump into battle, especially not how you are now. You got to be stronger. You’re lucky I let you live.” Justice said as he fell to his knees. Mordecai then rushed over to Astro’s aid.

“Then I just have to get stronger, that’s all?” Astro asked.

“Yah, that’s all. Now go before I change my mind.” Justice struggled to get up and then walked away slowly.

“Mordecai new plan, Operation: Get strong and beat Justice into a bloody pulp.” Astro stood up and pointed to the sky in triumph despite his earlier loss.

“Sounds great.” Mordecai smiled.

Day 34

Mood: Relaxed

“So what’s the plan?” Mordecai asked hidden stealthily in the bushes. He wondered if he should’ve taken the role of the ninja rather than the geomancer. It sounded cooler though. Astro smiled at him, they had been devising this plot for a very long time and it was finally coming to fruition. Astro then chuckled, trying to sustain his excitement. Modrecai was indifferent about the plan but seeing Astro being happy made him happy, they had a symbiotic relationship like that. “Well Astro, spill it!” Mordecai said, trying to whisper but he couldn’t control his volume very well.

“Mwahahahaha.” Astro laughed manically. Mordecai told Astro to quiet and Astro stopped laughing but he still maintained a twisted smile. “It is time to begin Operation: Peek on some young ladies!” Astro stood up triumphantly and held out his hand but to what exactly, was questionable. Their goal was to peek on the female warriors while they bathed, the bath provided by Mordecai’s geomancy creating a hot spring, Astro then pitched the idea that the bathing would help their skin recover and be healthy. Then while they bathed, Astro and Mordecai would use the cover of the forest and his magic to stealthily gaze at the young unsuspecting beauties. Astro being the lousy womanizer himself concocted the idea and thought it was flawless, the girls suspected nothing and none of the guys raised an eyebrow to it an actually thought it was a good idea. But however their plan would be swept from under their feet in a way they wouldn’t imagine. “So are you ready for some peeping action?” Astro asked in a dramatic voice, as if he were going to go on an adventure to god knows where.

“Sure.” Mordecai said. Astro started to dig into his pants and then procured a crudely made pair of binoculars. 

“We’re gonna need these if we want a better view.”

“You thought of everything didn’t you.”

“If only I could make a camera.”

“But there will be evidence and we’ll get in major trouble. Guinevere could kick our ass you know, Berserkers are like that you know.” Mordecai started to complain.

“If we did we could play dumb and blame it on someone like Jude, or Dios. Yah Dios could take the fall for it and I could be the damn hero for a change.” Astro gripped the binoculars tight. Mordecai applauded him.

“I always find your theories intriguing.” Mordecai smiled and Astro grinned. Well up I go!” Astro said as he quickly leapt from the ground into the tree. Mordecai who didn’t have his athleticism used his geomancy to make a branch pull him up. Astro began jumping from tree branch to tree branch in search of the perfect hiding place, trying hard not to make a sound. Mordecai earnestly followed his friend in search of the perfect spot. Astro then saw steam rising in between the leaves and realized the girls’ location. 

“Jackpot Mordecai.” Astro said as he took out his binoculars and saw the hot spring Mordecai created for the girls. With his supernatural hearing he heard the giggles of the girls and the conversations. “Oh boy we hit the jackpot.” Astro then went to hug Mordecai who willingly accepted it. “Let’s go down buddy.” Astro said as he jumped down the tree and creeped over to some bushes where he set up his site. He then took out another pair of binoculars and gave it to Mordecai. “I wouldn’t leave you hanging Mordecai, go on look for yourself at Shangri-la.” Astro said as he parted the bushes and gazed down into the spring. There he saw countless girls, though the steam made it hard to see he could manage with his talent as a thief he was able to see beyond the steam. “This is amazing I tell you.” Astro chuckled quietly. Mordecai however found it harder to look with the steam, his eyes weren’t used to it. But in a few minutes his eyes became attuned to it and he kind of enjoyed the guilty pleasure, since he was with Astro.

“I got Jasmine and Katarina at ten o clock.” Mordecai said and Astro peered over wanting to gaze his eyes upon the beauties.

“How sublime, how serene, how beautiful.” Astro said as if they were works of arts, but to any person with a soul they could be seen that way. Astro scanned more and saw Vika and Igrene relaxing together. They giggled more. More and more they enjoyed watching them, it was wrong but they couldn’t help it. They were teenagers, hormonal teenagers, Then they spotted Selena and Jems together laughing and splashing water on each other, Jems on the offensive. “Oh I wish they could splash water on me.” Astro wished and hummed.

“Agreed, totally.” Mordecai nodded his head. “Especially with no clothes on. That’s the best, it’s like heaven.” 

“Heaven you say...” A voice replied in a dark tone.

“Of course.” Mordecai said.

“No doubt.” Astro commented.

“Oh really?” The voice said again, Mordecai and Astro looked at each other and then realized they were not alone. They turned around in sync and took a good look at the figure behind them. In the darkness it looked like a demon from hell but in actuality it was Justice in his armor, which was worse than a demon from hell.

“Justice, it’s not what you think, we’re just keeping an eye on them that’s all.” Astro fidgeted. Justice’s dark aura roared without mercy.

“Yah, come on you wouldn’t hurt us, would you? Come on, be a pal!” Mordecai stuttered and fell back.

“Okay, well then I’ll give you a break.” Justice said, his tone was kind and Astro and Mordecai sighed in relief. Justice’s aura flared again. “You can peep at girls... in HELL!” Justice created two orbs of darkness and slammed them in the two peeping toms’ stomachs and sent them flying into the air past the girls screaming.

“It was smart hiring Justice as our body guard. Lousy perverts.” Jasmine said watching the two guilty guys flying off into the distance.

“Got what they deserved.” Katarina added.

“Thank god Justice is not like that.” Jems said and smiled.

“Yah, he’s so dependable sometimes.” Selena said and they all began to laugh. Justice sighed and walked away, knowing his job was complete though even he had his vices, they weren’t so low and dirty.

Day 33 (couldn't get wi-fi yesterday)

Mood: It’s a Wonderful Life, enough said

“Ignis Clover.” Le Cage called out, thought it was hard to tell with someone as stoic and unemotional as her. Le Cage was gifted with an apathetic and dissociated personality. She felt no emotions or pain, making her the ideal match for the god of sadism. Her face was white, porcelain with yellow eyes like her master. She wore a long black and red gothic dress and wielded a large hammer as long as she was. She adorned her long skirt with a linked fence surrounding her legs, similar to a bird’s cage. It was most probably the reason why Jester named her Le Cage but he couldn’t admit it to anyone but himself or his twin brother Harlequin. The two were inseparable, identical twins and complete narcissists they only had love for one another, everything else was just garbage. The person that Le Cage was talking to was one of the warriors of discord, Ignis. A woman who was subjected to experiments by her husband Relius and became a killing machine, a Fluctus Redactim the husband mentioned. Ignis was the mother of two children, Carl and Ada, Ada was also used in an experiment and was made into a doll identical to Ignis. Ignis regretted not being able to protect her children but with the war she was promised the release of her children, her daughter’s body back and her son’s sanity, which was lost after his beloved sister became a machine. Ignis turned her metallic head towards Le Cage, blue unblinking eyes faced the artificial causality weapon. Ignis wore a hat similar to the adorning headpiece of an iron maiden with a ring in the side. Her entire body frame was red except for her chest which was white. Her arms were too long and reached where her ankles used to be and her fingers had been turned into deadly hooks, she could not hold her children without the possibility of injuring or killing them. The only thing that remained of Ignis’ identity was the name etched into her core and the color of her hair. A beautiful blonde that looked like champagne. Silence filled the air, Ignis had just been reminiscing about her children, about when her son finished reading his first book. He loved reading, especially mysteries, he wanted to be a detective, he listened to old jazz music and acted like an old twentieth century private investigator. The boys bullied him, while they wanted to play soccer, he stayed under the trees reading his favorite stories, and finding out the criminal way before the detective did. However now her son, who was only nine suffers from schizophrenia because of the experiments Relius put his family through. This helplessness made Ignis very upset, and it made her irritable to other people, especially those who do not understand her plight. She was told if she took one of the warriors of harmony, the one named Selena, her family would be healed. Her request was simple but her friends protected her. Ignis’ destined enemy was a young girl named Mana who thought that women are above men, but she did not understand the frightening powers they had. She was strong but not strong enough. Ignis uncurled her iron hands and turned her body around to face Le Cage. Ignis was easily the tallest, over seven feet tall. She towered over Le Cage a mere sixty four inches.

“What is it you desire from me at this time?” Ignis asked and turned back around to the sunset, she was currently in the realm of her creation, the Deus Machina. She watched the moon pass in front of the gaping hole in her castle. “Can you not see that I am recuperating?” Though a machine Ignis had emotion, strong ones in fact. It made the warriors of harmony gasp, they could not believe that the machine that Ignis had become was once human, and a mother as well. 

“We are preparing for the next battle, all beings that are non-human or non-artificial causality weapons are prohibited from the meeting. You have been requested to come.” Le Cage stated with a monotone and Ignis shuttered. Then in one swift motion Ignis spun around and smashed her long metal arm into Le Cage’s face, her fist being much larger than Le Cage’s skull sent her flying into the wall.

“How dare you call me non-human!” Ignis stated. “You can run and tell your master that since I am human I would not dare to go to the stupid meeting, they can lose their battles for all I care. I only have my goal to think about, I can’t go play nanny for the gods, blasphemy.” Ignis said as she released steam from her shoulders, the price she had to pay for moving so quickly, far beyond her normal parameters for standby mode.

“That is not an option, you must come with me.” Le Cage said as she pulled herself out of the wall and fell to the ground. She brought out her giant hammer. “I must now bring you by force, it is the master’s orders.” Le Cage made a stance and her hammer had a purplish hue to it. Ignis snapped her body and her claws extended.

“Fluctus Redactim Ignis, engaging combat mode. Exterminate target immediately. I will not go with you and if I have to show you by force, by god I will.” Ignis said and they jumped into combat.

Day 33 (couldn't get wi-fi yesterday)

Mood: It’s a Wonderful Life, enough said

“Ignis Clover.” Le Cage called out, thought it was hard to tell with someone as stoic and unemotional as her. Le Cage was gifted with an apathetic and dissociated personality. She felt no emotions or pain, making her the ideal match for the god of sadism. Her face was white, porcelain with yellow eyes like her master. She wore a long black and red gothic dress and wielded a large hammer as long as she was. She adorned her long skirt with a linked fence surrounding her legs, similar to a bird’s cage. It was most probably the reason why Jester named her Le Cage but he couldn’t admit it to anyone but himself or his twin brother Harlequin. The two were inseparable, identical twins and complete narcissists they only had love for one another, everything else was just garbage. The person that Le Cage was talking to was one of the warriors of discord, Ignis. A woman who was subjected to experiments by her husband Relius and became a killing machine, a Fluctus Redactim the husband mentioned. Ignis was the mother of two children, Carl and Ada, Ada was also used in an experiment and was made into a doll identical to Ignis. Ignis regretted not being able to protect her children but with the war she was promised the release of her children, her daughter’s body back and her son’s sanity, which was lost after his beloved sister became a machine. Ignis turned her metallic head towards Le Cage, blue unblinking eyes faced the artificial causality weapon. Ignis wore a hat similar to the adorning headpiece of an iron maiden with a ring in the side. Her entire body frame was red except for her chest which was white. Her arms were too long and reached where her ankles used to be and her fingers had been turned into deadly hooks, she could not hold her children without the possibility of injuring or killing them. The only thing that remained of Ignis’ identity was the name etched into her core and the color of her hair. A beautiful blonde that looked like champagne. Silence filled the air, Ignis had just been reminiscing about her children, about when her son finished reading his first book. He loved reading, especially mysteries, he wanted to be a detective, he listened to old jazz music and acted like an old twentieth century private investigator. The boys bullied him, while they wanted to play soccer, he stayed under the trees reading his favorite stories, and finding out the criminal way before the detective did. However now her son, who was only nine suffers from schizophrenia because of the experiments Relius put his family through. This helplessness made Ignis very upset, and it made her irritable to other people, especially those who do not understand her plight. She was told if she took one of the warriors of harmony, the one named Selena, her family would be healed. Her request was simple but her friends protected her. Ignis’ destined enemy was a young girl named Mana who thought that women are above men, but she did not understand the frightening powers they had. She was strong but not strong enough. Ignis uncurled her iron hands and turned her body around to face Le Cage. Ignis was easily the tallest, over seven feet tall. She towered over Le Cage a mere sixty four inches.

“What is it you desire from me at this time?” Ignis asked and turned back around to the sunset, she was currently in the realm of her creation, the Deus Machina. She watched the moon pass in front of the gaping hole in her castle. “Can you not see that I am recuperating?” Though a machine Ignis had emotion, strong ones in fact. It made the warriors of harmony gasp, they could not believe that the machine that Ignis had become was once human, and a mother as well. 

“We are preparing for the next battle, all beings that are non-human or non-artificial causality weapons are prohibited from the meeting. You have been requested to come.” Le Cage stated with a monotone and Ignis shuttered. Then in one swift motion Ignis spun around and smashed her long metal arm into Le Cage’s face, her fist being much larger than Le Cage’s skull sent her flying into the wall.

“How dare you call me non-human!” Ignis stated. “You can run and tell your master that since I am human I would not dare to go to the stupid meeting, they can lose their battles for all I care. I only have my goal to think about, I can’t go play nanny for the gods, blasphemy.” Ignis said as she released steam from her shoulders, the price she had to pay for moving so quickly, far beyond her normal parameters for standby mode.

“That is not an option, you must come with me.” Le Cage said as she pulled herself out of the wall and fell to the ground. She brought out her giant hammer. “I must now bring you by force, it is the master’s orders.” Le Cage made a stance and her hammer had a purplish hue to it. Ignis snapped her body and her claws extended.

“Fluctus Redactim Ignis, engaging combat mode. Exterminate target immediately. I will not go with you and if I have to show you by force, by god I will.” Ignis said and they jumped into combat.