by lipsassweetascandy ¡ Mature ¡ WIP ¡ 47,325 words ¡ 10/? ch
This story is meant to continue after the High Potential 1x13 finale.
Morgan struggles with the threat of the Gamemaker aka David, who she has now physically encountered, and to which her children have also been exposed.
When she is about to share these details to her work partner, Adam Karadec, who was also calling to tell her that he had discovered that her long lost husband Roman Sinquerra, was still alive; and the call stops abruptly, Morgan then realizes Karadec has been shot.
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Though their hands were clasped tightly, their eyes had not met in minutes now. The nerves of youth were very apparent in the faces of both the boy and the girl, who walked side by side, hand on hand, and step by step, but who couldnât bear looking at each other.
â...T-this is the park, right?â the girl inquired, smashing the silence with all of her courage at long last. âThe park that is... Supposed to bring couples together. Haha, itâs a really weird rumor, isnât it?â
âItâs worth a try, at leastâ the boy replied, doing his best to not stutter. âIâve heard of people that have come here and... Well, they end up much better, but they refuse to speak of what happened, and they warn you to not come here! Thatâs just way too suspicious, they just wanna hoard whatever it is for themselves!â
âHah, that wouldnât be too far fetched, but they could also just be lying, like, to be hip and stuff, you know?â
âSee, thatâs what bothers me. Yoshida isnât one to lie! Heâs been my bro since weâve been little, weâve never kept a secret from each other, and yet, he was practically begging me not to come! Itâs wrecking my nerves! Just what is it about this shitty park...?â
Keisuke and Asuka are not dating, but lord almighty, do they wish they did. Keisuke and Asuka used to be classmates in middle school, and now once again are classmates in high school. They have a good vibe, but their insecurities have led them to be unable to say the words, to seal the deal, to stir the stew, to clench the cheeks, and so, they spend agonizing days full of awkward implications, sweet little nothings, and painful blushing. It could continue this way until something overly dramatic happens, or until they spit it out, but, haha, yeah, good luck doing that when youâre wuss, and guess what Keisuke and Asuka are? Wusses. Grade A, low fat, bona fide wusses from the finest wuss farms.
And for wusses, thereâs always one salvation, one resource that never abandons them: Rumors. Whether it be magazines, âpsychological testsâ found in said magazines, Zodiac compatibility, blood types, elemental affinity, anything, wusses will take it as gospel and find the crutch they need to move on. Where that takes them, who knows, but it sure as hell makes them move at least. Proof: The Lovermaker Park.
âSo, how did this Lovemaker Park rumor go, Keisuke?â asked Asuka, trying to stir any conversation to distract herself from the fact that she was holding sweaty palms with him.
âItâs Lovermaker Park, and it goes that if you get off Naka-Meguro station and walk down towards Saigoyama Park, but keep going from there without entering the park, youâll find a desolate memorial park that no one remembers about. The benches will be sufficiently maintained, but still in disrepair, the trees will be alive, but with browned leaves and ashen bark regardless of the time of the year, and youâll be alone with your lo... Lo... Companion. If you walk from the entrance to the end together, hand in hand, youâll grow closer.â Keisuke replied, capitalizing on the opportunity to talk as much as possible, as the silence had been torturous not only to her.
â...Itâs kinda unsettling how specific the rumor is, but itâs even more unsettling how... Well, itâs kinda true. Itâs the start of spring and these trees look battered! Withered leaves, dried roots... D-do you think we should go back now?â
âWait, Asuka! Donât say that! Remember what they said! If you turn back, or even think about turning back, an Oni will appear and eat you!â
âOh, a Oni, you say? Ya believe in those, little boy?â
âO-Of course I donât!â retorted Keisuke, facing Asuka for the first time since they entered the park. âBut you never can be... Did... Did your voice get deeper, and... What are you looking at...?â
The poor girl to his left was not looking at him. With a horrified expression and teary eyes, she stared at least two heads about the boy, her neck at the limit of how much above her she could look at. âK-K-Kei-Keisuke, be-behind, behind, Keisu--â
As he turned around, Keisuke found himself face to face with a belt decorated with various bells and bones. As he slowly looked up, he realized he was next to something truly and well massive, with white eyes that looked down at him, a razor sharp cheshire grin barely holding back its laughter. âWhatâs wrong, runt?â, it spoke, âI thought ya didnât believe in Oni? Whatcha peeinâ yer pants for, then, pussy?â
Both teenagers screamed in horror as they realized they were face to face with an ogre three times their size. Its long limbs looked unnatural, and though it was slender like a panther, it was very easy to see the toned muscles that comprised its body. Not that they looked at those for too long, as the real âcharm pointâ, letâs call it, was the toothy smile comprised of a mouthful of sawed, jagged, misplaced teeth and large, featureless, mocking eyes. The bony hands with long fingers came down upon the two adolescents, missing them by a hair as they panicked and fumbled backwards.
âA-A real Oni!? Wha... Run! Run for it, Asuka!â cried the boy, trying to desperately get on his feet and stumbling forward, meeting the cobblestone face first and flailing wildly to get away as fast as he could, but his headless chicken tantrum came to an end the moment a shrill scream made him realize that his escape was a lonesome one. Turning around, the horrible sight of his crush being lifted effortlessly by the torso with only one hand broke his stupor, and instead genuine, conscious, palpable horror froze him in place.
âKeisuke! Go! Get away!â she pleaded and pleaded as the chesire maw approached her head with glee and laughter. âWhat are you doing!? Run!â. Keisuke dashed not towards the exit, but at a nearby bench with an oddly colored plank. âN-not that way, Keisuke, the exit is over--â
âT-the rumor said that if the Oni appeared, you had to find the oddly colored bench, and behind it...!â -- Keisuke leaped at the bench and landed on it kneefirst in his panic, his adrenaline masking the pain, and reached behind it to produce a large, gold branch with a glowing, silver, stake-like tip --Â â...Youâll find a branch that can kill it!â
âWhat!? Thatâs the Branch of Amenunohoko! How could a brat like you brandish that!?â exclaimed the Oni, impetuous and brutish footsteps smashing the cobblestone beneath it as it shortened the distance between itself and the boy with blinding haste. âPretty good for a pussy! Die!â
With a scream more akin to a warcry than a cowardly whine, Keisuke lunged at the towering beast, the branch easily piercing its hand and impaling the shoulder, purple blood gushing out of the wound, the pain forcing the beast to let Asuka go to cover it as it cried in pain. âKeisuke! T-the last part of the rumor! The Oni can only be killed if two hearts that truly love each other impale it with the branch...! Hurry, letâs do this!â
âOu! Hyaaaaa!â
The two, their hearts as one, jumped at the screaming beast, still recoiling from the holy branch embedded in its shoulder, and their two pairs of hands drove the stake fully into the beast, itâs deafening scream drowning out every other sound in the park, sacred azure flames ensnaring the Oni in their purifying embrace.
âYou... You bast... Aaaa...â crackled its last the Oni, collapsing a smoldering ruin.
The boy immediately embraced Asuka. âAre you alright!? I thought-- I thought it was gonna kill you! Are you hurt at all?â
âIâm fine! Iâm fine! Thank everything, you are not hurt either...! I love you, Keisuke! Letâs... Please go out with me! This all made me realize that I canât just hesitate anymore! And the way you threw yourself at that beast... I knew you were the one for me!â
âAsuka...! D-donât say it so loud, I... I love you, too... Haha, hahaha! Letâs get out of here, and... Iâll be in your care!â
The smiling pair, nay, couple, held hands firmly and with no second thoughts, they left the park, effectively a closer couple than before, having survived the vicious assault of an Oni thanks to the power of their love!Â
The end.
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                                             Of their story, at least.
The burnt out husk of the Oni was left in the park, the glowing branch sticking out of it as unending blue flames gently swayed and danced with the nightâs gale. A single pair of footsteps, light and subtle, became louder and louder as a blonde woman with a plastic bag hanging from her left hand and a long sniper rifle hanging from her right approached. Once she was a couple of meters away from the burnt corpse, she rummaged in the bag and produced a can of beer.
âGreat work today, here you go.â the woman whimsically said to the corpse as she threw the can at it. As the can was about hit the corpse, its hand suddenly sprung to life, catching the can. In a flash, the fire was gone, and where there was once a smoldering carcass now lie a tall woman with long, dark hair in a casual, almost relaxed position. Wordlessly, she opened the can and downed it in a matter of seconds, motioning to the blonde to throw her another one. âSheesh, you were parched, werenât you?â the blonde chuckled, throwing two more from the bag.
âYa know it! After a whole freakinâ day of doing this, I deserve it! Ya got the good stuff, too, ya lovely little bugger, thanks! Screaminâ and laughinâ that loud so much all day to mask yer rifle bangs has me throat parched like the sole of a crusader!â enthusiastically replied the cheerful dame on cobblestone, in stark contrast to the more subdued, quiet tone of the blonde woman. âI tell you what, I wasnât fully in love with yer plan when ya laid it on me three weeks ago, I thought this was gonna go bust and then weâd hafta skedaddle for this or that reason... Or that ye were gonna try ân cap me while I was doing this shit, yeah? Iâm glad I was wrong as usual!â
âYou have a bounty on your head or something? Not that I care if you do, I am not into mercenary wet work, just doing my job here, so thatâs what Iâll do. Youâre free to be as paranoid as you wish.â calmly replied the riflewoman, removing her wool beanie hat and undoing her hair, letting her pale yellow mane flow with the nightâs gale as she sipped soda from a can as if it was wine.
âIunno if I have a bounty or not, friend, and though Iâd bet my horn and a half I do, it ainât about that, bwahaha, itâs about, uh, donât take it the wrong way, aight?â replied the dark haired girl, who was dressed in a mish-mash of differently colored fabrics, her hair messily tied in a spiky ponytail as she casually removed the branch from her shoulder and tossed it aside. âBut, an Angel holding a freakinâ rifle approaches you in this country, which is well out of your peepsâ jurisdiction, may I add, well, ya canât blame me if I feel a little itchy behind the knuckles, yeah? Angels ainât exactly the best fellas -- uh, no offense --Â so an Angel with a rifle is, like, double bad news. Double false alarm in your case, though, thankfully!â
A hollow, practiced, and barely cordial chuckle came from the Angel. âEh, you arenât wrong. Angels are pricks. Iâm not with them anymore, either way, and as far as I know, freelancers are ok here, right? I am a solo Cupid, not affiliated with anyone and not in contact with the Choir at all. If anything, I find it weird that an Oni so readily accepted to work with an Angel with as much... Pulchritude, letâs call it, as you did.â
âEh, I ainât smart, I like risks. I was half hopinâ for ya to shoot me in the nogginâ, and then weâd have a nice olâ rumble, âcause see, Iâm not gonna lie, I ainât never traded hands with an Angel, and a buncha little birdies have told me ainât nothinâ funner than brawlinâ with one of yâall, but you turned out to be a real Cupid, and a weird one at that. First I hear of a solo Cupid. You just... Do this as a hobby? Itâs our last day together, so I figured I might as well ask, if thatâs cool with you.â
Without raising her voice or changing her deadpan expression in the slightest, the holy woman simply looked directly into the Oniâs red eyes. âLove rocks.â she uttered in the flattest, but clearest, of monotones.
â...Hah? What?â
âLove rocks.â
âYou... Ya just doinâ this âcause you got a metaphorical sweet tooth?â asked the puzzled, bewildered, but definitely bemused Oni, downing another can of beer.
âItâs not metaphorical. Itâs very real. Love rocks.â Again, that monotone? An unbreakable bastion. âI like seeing inexperienced couples composed of clumsy people manage to come together. I mix pleasure and business, because my business happens to be pleasure.â
With loud and powerful footsteps, the tall woman approached the angel and sat beside her. â...You... Went solo âcause you just love seeinâ couples, Astra? Ya mean to tell me that ya took one good look at yerself in the mirror one day, said âfuck it, Iâm doinâ me nowâ, gave the Choir both slips, and just legged it here to Japan? Just to shoot literal love into dumbass teenagers and shit? Then you look at yerself in the mirror again every night after a steaminâ hot shower, blonde hair probably a mess from beinâ inside that beanie all day long, cascadinâ âround ya as ya try tâfight it with the mightiest comb, and ya think, âyeah, fuck yeah, this is my life now, I love itâ, girl?â
âYup.â
â...Well slap me on the buttcheeks and tug on me ponytail.â the Oni remarked, laughing heartily. âItâs just one thing after the other with you... Fuckinâ Angels, man, bwahaha.âÂ
âAstraâ was a tall, woman with an almost pale, cream tone of blonde coloring in her shoulder blade long hair. Although not as tall as the Oni, she definitely wasnât short, standing at 187 centimeters. Her attire consisted of exactly what you wouldnât expect from someone who is supposedly âCupidâ: Tough steel-toed boots, grey jacket and cargo pants, tactical vest, grey wool beanie that usually concealed her hair, and silver sunglasses that masked her green eyes. One couldnât tell her figure from her clothes, but her way of carrying herself indicated a lot of grace and dignity, with an elegant gait and a repertoire of smooth moves and habits, which would be charming if she wasnât as intimidating as a woman with a perpetual, concrete deadpan expression and a rugged sniper rifle slung over her right shoulder was. âDonât call me that, please refer to me with my full name, Nahoko.â
Nahoko, in contrast, was an even taller woman, hitting 217 centimeters of height. Her long, black hair was tied in a wild, messy ponytail, and not once had the Angel seen her without her eccentric war paint adorning her face or her even wilder attire that consisted of mix and mash pieces of fabric, some singed, some torn and ragged, worn in a way that barely counted as an outfit, with her left arm clad in a bizarre, single long glove covered in black feathers of several different birds, judging by their varied shapes, spike-like accessories jutting out from her left leg, and several bells and bones hanging from her sash. Her feet, legs, and right arm were wrapped in sarashi, and due to the exposed, almost exhibitionist nature of her outfit, it was immediately discernible that her sizeable chest also was covered by sarashi, and that her body as a whole was strong, with well defined abdominal muscles and biceps. Atop her forehead, the pride of every Oni, her two long horns, sat like a magnificent crown, above her red eyes, and below these, her toothy, serrated smile. âYeah, yeah, yer so stiff, Astrael, jeez, weâve known each other for three whole weeks! Weâre practically sisters at this point!â, the Oni teased.
You couldnât find a more contrasting pair.
âFinish up your drink, we still have time for one more. Last couple, and then our contract is up.â Astra was a very no-nonsense person in general, already cleaning her cylinder and preparing her ammunition and scope.
âOi oi, no need to hurry, Astra...Elâ -- Nahoko chuckled like a child --Â âWhen the tripwire tells us to go to work, we go to work. Talk with me a little, yer a sight here, and I happen to live for the spice of variety. Whatcha doinâ in a country so far from where yer kindâs influence is? I mean, even if yer solo, there had to be easier places than the land of the rising sun, yeah?â
With a tired sigh and seeing how it was truly the last night theyâd share together in this job, the dutiful Astra decided to humor her at least this once, setting her rifle down and cracking open a can of beer of her own. â...I came here precisely because of that. I guess you could say I like a challenge.â
âOr ya donât want to be found.â immediately interjected Nahoko, who couldnât tell if Astra was averting eye contact through those silver shades, but she could bet she was. â...Iâm not one to prod me horns âround where they donât belong, but itâs really dang novel to see an Angel 'round these parts, and when we see one, itâs âcause they tryinâ to expand J-manâs influence in this olâ country. I mean, we are even celebratinâ Christmas in here nowadays, how wild is that, bwaha!â
â...Did you accept to work with me to keep tabs on me?â
âNahâ -- the big woman produced an old fashioned pipe and lit it with her fingertip --Â âIâm no friends with those old Shinto fucks, either. On the contrary, honestly. Yâknow about Oni in general, so you should understand if I told you that I hail from the old school, from that one mount you probably havenât heard of.â
âOh? Mount Ooe? You were with Shuten-doujiâs gang?â Astra added, keeping an eye on her cellphone in case the tripwire called them to work, much to the surprise of the Oni. âCanât believe Iâm working with such a big shot.â she added with some sarcasm mixed in with the curiosity.
âHah! Not bloody likely, I was a bit player, the henchest of the women, you may say!â laughed Nahoko, throwing herself back to the cobblestone as if it was a comfortable bed. âNah, a low ranked brigand who wasnât fit to serve drinks to even his underlings, that was me! I mean, doesnât sound too cool, I reckon, but Iâm still alive! I wasnât worth their time when they came a-storminâ. They killed every Oni worth killing, the rest of us cowards scattered. Fuckinâ Onmyouji and Exterminators, bwahaha, they only missed on Ibaraki-douji, âcause she was ungodly tough and resilient. There, see? Iâm willinâ to show my hand, so show me yours already, ya stiff! I signed up with yer job âcause it was convenient for me and because it sounded fun. I get to scare kids and then play a big bad villain, just like the old times! Oni nowadays ainât fun at all, man... Organized crime just ainât the same as raidinâ and pillaginâ... Ooh, racketinâ and protection money! Look at me! Iâm such a pussy that I canât just go take what I want! Subterfuge! I swear to Auntie Moriko, Oni these days ainât got balls...â
The sniper couldnât help but laugh at Nahokoâs bravado and lamentations for the âgood olâ daysâ of savage ransacking. âHeh... Well, times change, for better or for worse. Truth is, I didnât really enjoy my job as an Angel anymore. I was stationed on Egypt one time for a big job, and I did that one... Really well, apparently, so I was dispatched to do similar jobs, even though I didnât like it. I eventually had enough of it and just deserted. I came here at the prompt of an old friend who needed help with this countryâs low birth rates, he was hoping I could do something about it, so I took to being a Cupid here.â
âOoh, a big wig in this here country? Pretty well connected, ainâtcha? Heâs payinâ you?â the Oni teased, elbowing Astra playfully, who was pretending really hard that those Oni-strength-fingerjabs didnât hurt.
âJust essentials costs, really, stuff like lodging and day to day necessities. I didnât want a full-on paycheck as if I was some sort of operator here, Iâm just living my life now, helping clumsy couples with that first push, see?â Astra elaborated, playfully chambering and unchambering a round with a clicking sound.
Nahoko dragged on her pipe and puffed a big cloud of smoke from her mouth. â...You really love âloveâ, donâtcha? I swear, the only times yer eyes fire up are when yer talkinâ about these kids and how they need a little push. For such a crackshot to be this much of a consummated... Shit, whatcha call it... Um... There a word for someone like this? Romantic, maybe?â
âI mean, can you blame me?â interrupted the Angel, finishing her beer and opening the last can. âIn a country where birthrates are low and where public displays of affection are frowned upon, where kids are clumsy lovers but wish they could partake in the skinship, the sweet caresses of mutual affection more freely, where the public opinion holds such weight and as such is a barbed leash, where the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, a silver angel is needed, and so she descends, bow and arrow of heart at the ready, prepared to ignite a night of romance with devastating accuracy and overwhelming firepower.â With each word, Astraâs monotone was growing weaker and weaker.
âW-woah.â
âLook at it this way: Imagine you are a girl in love with a boy, and you know that the boy loves you back. But! You are both clumsy, coy, foolish! You wait for him to take action, but heâs waiting for you, and youâre both, admittedly, pansies, so this just goes on and on, with both of you biting your respective pillows and waiting for each other to text first, until you are in the last year of high school, preparing for exams, and then you just say, âItâs fine! Weâll have time in university! Or while working!â, but then the years pass and pass, and none of you makes a single freakinâ move or takes a single freakinâ clue and then you are both old wrinkled raisins rich on protein and regret and you wonder and ponder, why! Why did I let the time pass like this! Social constructs, damn you! My own childish idiocy, curse you! You think convenient accidents and unexpected events that will bring you together just happen?! That you just reach into your jacketâs breast pocket one day and say, âOh, wow! A contrived coincidence that will help up grow closer! Lucky me!â You think life is that easy, Nahoko!?â
âHoly shit, dude.â
âAnd that! Is why! Iâm here! To prevent all of these sad, depressing, inevitable futures of beds far too large for one person and houses too spacious for a bachelor! So these unskilled sacks of love can fully... Love! I am the convenient accident! I am the unexpected event! I am the best thing to happen to clumsy couples! That is what I want to be!â
As the passionate outburst of the love legionnaire came to a conclusion, the perplexed Nahoko only made this âbwehâ sound that is somewhere between a âWowâ and a âMm!â. âYeah, I didnât doubt you for a second, but god damn, you a love maniac for real.â
The usually pale face of the Angel had turned beet red once she realized she had, once again, done it, and now she was definitely averting her eyes behind those shades. âI... Well, ahem, hmhm! Let me rephrase that in a less uncouth manner: I believe that love is complicated enough without all the social constructs and expectations that its participants may have to skirt around, and sometimes it can be hard to spit it out. I aspire to be able to give these couples this first push, or maybe their last push, so they can take the first, difficult step, because after that? They need me no more... To be frank, I donât care about the low birthrate, either, man and man, woman and woman, I am here for love, not babies... There, I said it, are you happy? Have I made my, as you put it, âhandâ clear enough?âÂ
âPlenty, ya little love freak! You are so adorable when you ainât a block of ice and marksmanship. I knew you had a fire behind those stupid expensive shades, after three weeks of workinâ with ya, I just didnât think itâd be a supernova!â jeered the loud ogre, pounding the cobblestone to dust with a hand as she laughed merrily. âWouldnât kill ya to be honest with yerself more often!â she finally declared, to which the Angel simply crossed her arms and pointed her nose skywards.
âW-why, you-- Make a mockery out of me, wonât you? I knew I shouldnât have humored you. The nerve...â
âOn the contrary, Astrael, thank you. It truly does make me happy to know I worked these three weeks with someone as alive as you. I wasnât laughinâ âcause I was mockinâ ya, Iâm just happy when I get to see people truly be about their thing. Itâd be a more colorful world if we all were alive like that.â
â...I see.â Apparently, the compliment caught her off guard, as Astra calmed down and began playing Chamber The Round again.
âAnyways, get going.â Nahoko abruptly commanded. âWe have our last couple.â
âWhat? Oh! The tripwire!â
Astra had been so distracted by her own volcanic passion that she didnât notice the sensor being tripped. Grabbing her rifle and beanie, in one motion, four large white wings protruded from back, her special outfit opening on the shoulder blades to accommodate their exit, and she leaped with earth-shaking strength back to her sniper nest.
âAl~right, letâs make this last job one to remember!â. Dusting herself off, Nahoko grabbed the branch from earlier and imbued it with her illusion magic, giving it the golden and silver appearance from before. As she stowed it behind the odd-colored bench, the large woman couldnât help but chuckle. âYouâve been a great companion, âBranch of Amenunohokoâ, pff! Yer such a great actor!â
It was time for the final gig.
                                --
âA-Aimi, are you sure about this? This park looks really shady! Thereâs not a single soul around, and the trees are withered, even though itâs spring! L-letâs just go home, yeah?â pleaded the cowering, shorter girl, whose puffy light brown hair and thick glasses endowed her with a homely, what-are-you-doing-outta-the-library look.
âMichii!â chastised the taller, thinner girl with the longer and straight black hair and the many colorful accessories on her uniform and beautiful, expensive eyeliner, clearly from a different world than Michikoâs. âWe said weâd go through this, right? Donât back out on me now! B-besides, I told you, didnât I...? I have something... Very important I want to tell you, you know?â. Hearing these words, the cowardly Michiko hit her own face with her palms and gave Aimi a resolute look.
âIâm sorry! It was a m-moment! You are my dearest friend in the world! A-anything you want to do, even if itâs scary and I want to die and explode and swallow needles instead of doing it, if itâs THIS important to you, then Iâm down for it! Let me at it!â she roared with a voice that cracked midways through the declaration.
âMichiko... Heh, yeah, see! You can do it if you try! Now gimme that hand.â But as she gripped Michikoâs hand tightly and looked in the other direction, naught but sorrow brewed on her expression as the false confidence melted. âI... I hope youâll be as enthusiastic after I tell you... That I... That Iâm...â she murmured to herself, her heart tightening, her eyes watering.
The park was a depressing shade of brown, white, and grey, even though it was spring. The trees that should be blossoming and offering bountiful recompense for the passage of time for eyes to admire and hearts to sing instead stood almost like made of stone, naked branches offering misery instead of beautiful sights, and the less said about the cracked, dry bark, the better. The plain, white cobblestone, coupled with the dry soil blanketed with dirt, stones, and no life whatsoever, gave the image of a graveyard during the haunting hours more than that of a park where you might make magic happen with a confession. This isnât even to mention the complete lack of birds or bugs. The air was stagnant, and something was quite obviously off. This wasnât a place where you wanted to stay for more than you needed to in the worst of cases, and a place that you just took the long way around in the best. None of this dissuaded the two girls, one of which was, as they say, âriding or dyingâ for her friend (riding and dying, however, would be more correct in this case), and the other simply had no interest in the scenery, a far more grave matter making the rounds in her head, something that had been torturing her for long, an aching secret that left a bitter aftertaste to every happy moment between the two.
And that is simply no way to live.
Aimiâs grip tightened on Michikoâs hand, which the bespectacled girl noticed. â...Aimi? Is everything ok? Youâre far more tense than usual, and you do crazy stuff all the time.â
âCrazy is easy,â she replied. âThis being a bit too sane is what worries me.â
The shorter girl stopped, bringing both of them to a halt. âNow, look, I donât wanna push you, but this has had you acting weird as of late. Just what is it that has you like this? You rejected going for a burger -- my treat -- because you werenât feeling up to it, and then you called me at 4:30 am the next day, saying we needed to abso-posi-you-better-believe-it come here yes or yes do or double die today. Thatâs not normal!â
â...Hmm, yeah, calling at four in the morning is a bit overkill...â
âYou always call me at four in the morning, you expired pancake! But itâs always for a prank or a laugh! You do funny, stupid voices and stuff like that, not dire and ambiguous invitations to a park that looks like it contracted the Black Plague!â
â...F-fair, but the voices are pretty intelli--â
âAimi.â
The stylish girl sighed and sat down on the oddly colored bench. â...Right, I guess Iâve dragged both of our feet a tad too long. Michiko, see, the thing is... Um?â -- Aimi couldnât help be puzzled by Michikoâs expression of pure, abject horror -- âMichii? I havenât actually told you anything yet, why do you look like youâve seen a ghost?â
âA-An ogre.â she stuttered back at the inquiry, with the elegance and dignity of a dog that has been caught tangled with the curtains.Â
âWell, geez, ok, an ogre, a ghost, same thing, whatâs up?â
âAN OGRE IS WHATâS UP, AIMI!â yelled the terrified girl, pointing behind Aimi.
âI think sheâs talkinâ âbout me, but I could be wrong. Maybe thereâs an ogre behind me? Could yâbe a love and check behind me, lass?â a grim and mocking voice playfully requested, a hot breeze of freezing air licking Aimiâs ear as the unnatural voice broke into laughter. Wasting no time, Aimi immediately got off the bench, startled, and faced the tall, lanky beast that stood at least thrice her size, a towering creature of bony limbs and jawed teeth. Skulls and bells adorned her waist, neatly hanging by a sash, and she was immediately sent flying through a tree after Aimin landed an impeccable spinning kick right to her lower jaw, using the momentum to--
Wait, what?
The creaking of a tree collapsing under its own weight after the Oni was sent flying through it went completely unheard, for Michikoâs âEeeeeh!?â was deafening enough. In the distance, a somewhat angelic, but subtle âEeeeeh!?â, fortunately also went completely unheard. âA-Aimi, what was that!?â
âThat was a spin kick. A Rolling Savate, if we wanna be pedan--â
âAIMI, I AM VERY CLEARLY TALKING ABOUT THE ONI! Wait, no, not the Oni! The fact that you kicked the Oni through a tree! Well, the Oni, too, but-- Ok, you! What is going on!â
â...What Oni? That was a stray dog.â
âStray dogs donât speak fluent Japanese and donât wear skulls and bell on their waists! And they donât have horns!â
âYouâve just had a sheltered life, Michii. They totally do.â
âAimi.â
âO-ok, ok, I c-can explain, kinda, itâs just that--â
But before Aimi could begin trying to weave a tale or explanation outta this one, the beast was back on its feet, clutching its jaw. With thunderous footsteps that crushed the cobblestone under it, the Oni finally approached the pair of girls, invading Aimiâs blue eyes with its fully red own. Letting go of its jaw, it pointed a long and bony finger at her adversary, the air stagnant with intimidating anticipation. Michiko couldnât move a muscle nor speak a word. The beast finally opened its mouth: âEeeeeh!? What the hell was that!? Who the hell kicks an Oni in the face as their first reaction!? That ainât fair! Howâdja do that!?â
â...Ah?â the glasses girl let out, the scene playing right in front of her not quite living up to her expectations of something that should be impossible and mystic.Â
âFor real! What the hell! Do ya just kick people in the face when they tap yer shoulder and are like, âhey, hereâs the eraser ya droppedâ, ya damn miscreant! Apologize to me! Apologize to me right now, or Iâll eat yer frieEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!!â
Whatever threat the Oni was making didnât exactly pan out, as Aimi immediately went for its legs in the middle of its little speech, seized them, and begun spinning the beast in the air.
âHoly shit!â a bespectacled voice exclaimed.
âHoly shit!â an exasperated Oni voice yelped.
âSacred feces!â an angelic voice yelled, unheard to anyone but herself.
âOraaaaaa!â Aimi cried, spinning faster and faster until she attained sufficient momentum to launch just about anything out of the stratosphere, chucking the monster through many more trees this time. âPiss off already, damn it! Youâre ruining my important day!â
âH-haha!â the Oni laughed, coming back battered, bruised, and clearly in pain. âY-you canât defeat me with yer p-puny human strength...?â -- the Oni seemed to have difficulty believing the things that were coming out of her own dislocated mouth -- âOnly the Branch of Amenunohoko can--â
As if possessed by the soul of a particularly furious housewife after her husband flushed the toilet while she was in the shower, the stylish girl stuck her hand behind the bench, produced the gold and silver branch, and she smashed it over the Oniâs head in one fell swoop, breaking it in half. âPISS OFFâ. Picking the broken halves, Aimi proceeded to pretend the Oni was a taiko drum with her makeshift clubs. âJust! Get! Out! Already! Uggggh!â. After the Oni was practically mashed potatoes, Aimi discarded the now regular looking branches and approached her friend once anew. âDogs are wild nowadays, arenât they, Michii!â
â...Aimi, just what in the world is going...â is all the poor, confused girl could say, clearly still processing the scandalously brutal beatdown her best friend just inflicted on the Oni. Oh, and the Oni probably has to do with her confusion, too, maybe. Aimi could only sigh again, dejectedly looking at the floor, then the sky, and sighing again before finally looking at Michiko in the eyes.
âLook, Michii... The thing is... What I wanted to tell you is that I... I--! Get back!â. AImi immediately pushed Michiko away and turned around just in time to block a massive overhead hammer punch from the Oni, who was suddenly back on its feet. Aimiâs thin arms somehow blocked the attack, but she sunk halfway to her torso through the ground from the impact and heft of the blow. âGuh...! This is the strength of an Oni, alright...! I guess you finally decided to stop playing around!â
â...Me?â replied the now serene Oni, seemingly not harmed in the slightest from the drum solo or the Giant Swing Aimi inflicted on its body. âI ainât the one playinâ around, missy, ya know that well. You got some guts pretendinâ to be just any olâ preppy high school girl, ya fox.âÂ
â...! Not one more word out of you!â Aimi barked back, her composure beginning to melt much like her knees under the immense strength of the hand that threatened to crush her against the ground.
âYeah, yer right, no more words, we speak with actions now!â the Oni announced with a mocking laughter ten times colder than its hyperbolic act when it met them by the bench. This wasnât the guffaw of a childrenâs bookâs picaresque and colorful villain, no, this was the genuine snickering of a blood starved beast who was finally found some meat after surviving on dirt and berries for who knows how long. Cocking its free hand, the Oni swung a hook with her left hand, smashing its massive hand against the exposed side of the girl, launched her in the air with a yelp. âHowâs that for a greetinâ, ya shit.â
âAimi! Oh god, Aimi!â
âHey! Nahoko! What the hell are you doing!?â Astra chastised her partner through her radio. âDid you seriously hit a human for real!?â
â...Astrael, two things.â the Oni replied, holding two fingers against the comm on her right ear. âThe first is that yer wrong. That right there ainât no human. Fooled us both real good, didnât she?â
â...Huh?â
As the dust dissipated from where the school girl landed, a silhouette of a thin, tall girl was vaguely visible. Same long legs, same long hair, same thing arms, and yet, the silhouette was fundamentally different... Or rather, complete. âAimi...?â The silhouette became clearer and clearer as the dust settled, with two long, fox-like ears pointing upwards, and massive fox tail protruding behind her. For someone that just got ragdolled by an honest to God Oni Haymaker, she was looking pretty good. Stepping forward, she cracked her neck and then her knuckles.
â...Michii, get behind me.â
âAimi, you... What, what is going on!?â
âMichiko!â finally burst the fox girl, startling the confused, smaller girl. â...Look, Iâll explain everything, I promise, this is... Relevant as to why we are here today, but for now, I need you to trust me, ok? That thing is dangerous. Stay behind me. Iâll protect you with everything I got, and after Iâm done with it, Iâll tell you everything.â Michiko was afraid and confused, but she didnât doubt her friendâs words for one second, nodding and quickly running behind Aimi, at a safe distance.
â...And the second thing, Astrael...â continued the Oni, â...is that ya can count me out. That there Kitsune is a real tough one, the kinda prime meat ya donât find on the market just any day. And I am hungry. I am oh so hungry for a good damn fight after so long. This is the real pay I get outta this, I guess!â
âOi, wait a minu--â is all the angel could get out before the Oni destroyed the comm, reducing it to fragments and chips by simply rubbing it between her fingers as they underwent a metamorphosis, losing their bony appearance, much to the surprise of the duo. âOver and out. Now, you, Kitsune... Aimi, was it? I reckon I might as well introduce myself prim and proper, the way momma taught me. Nameâs Nahoko, and I am going to pummel you to a pulp.â Nahoko smirked and spat, walking towards Aimi with footsteps more akin to stomps that smashed the cobblestone under her all the same. âDonât even concern yerself with protectinâ that kid behind ya. I am not interested in her in the slightest. Focus yerself fully on fightinâ me, âcause bruisinâ ya is all Iâm lookinâ for, yeah?â
Right before their eyes, the beastly and uncanny Oni morphed, shrinking and becoming more properly proportioned, finally resembling a beautiful, very tall woman with long dark hair tied in a messy ponytail and warpaint adorning her face. â...I wonât ask why you were acting and looking like a fool before, but I suppose this means youâre going to be serious now.â shot back Aimi, a faint teal flame surrounding her hands, now balled into fists. âI suppose I can shit all over you for a bit, given you went and ruined my special day, you asshole.â
âFuck off. Talk with yer hands, pussy.â
âOh, I plan to.â
There we no more words. Oni and Kitsune clashed in the center of the cobblestone walkway, Aimi opening with a right straight that Nahoko countered with a headbutt, smashing her hard head against the thin girlâs fist, making her wince from the pain, but the Oniâs follow up swipe missed its mark, as Aimi twisted her body and rolled on Nahokoâs arm to get to her back, placing both of her palms against the back of her neck and blasting her with a localized explosion, sending her reeling.
âHoh! That was supposed to behead you.â coldly complimented the Kitsune. âThat was supposed to be an explosion inside of your neck. You have good magic resistance.â
âHah! This hide of mine is pretty damn rugged!â boasted Nahoko, tapping her unscathed neck twice with a finger. âYer gonna need Magic Emission on the level of a Faded Sigil in order to cast magic directly inside my body, so ya better start thinkinâ a new strat, fox.â
Although they fought with very different emotions, it was clear both wanted the other made into a bloody mess, stat, and so, they clashed, the Oni seeing a dance where the Kitsune saw a death match. As elbows and knees met and bone and sinew sang, from among the bushes, a tall, blonde woman emerged, rifle in hand. âAlright, thatâs enough.â the vexes sniper announced, training her rifle at Michiko, freezing both fighters in place. âLetâs just cut to the chase.â
âOi, Astra! Donât fuckinâ intervene in this! Iâve wanted this for a long tiIIIAAAA!â In that singular moment of carelessness, Aimi seized Nahoko by the horns and threw her between Michiko and the sniper just as she squeezed the trigger, the bullet hitting Nahoko square in the chest, making her drop to a knee. âGuh!"
âDonât you dare hurt Michiko! Iâll rip your apart!â
âKitsune!â erupted the inflamed angel. âWhat is the meaning of this!? That bullet was meant for that girl! Do you think those are cheap!?â
âAstra, you god damn imbecile, of course sheâs gonna block it! They ainât even know yer a--!â but the Oni couldnât finish what she was saying before a jolt shook her to the very core, her eyes fixating on the petite human girl she had unintentionally shielded. â...Hey... Yer... Yer damn cute as a button, now that I look at you better.â
âOh.â The Kitsune, faster than the eye could possibly ever dare to perceive, grabbed the sniper by the collar, lifting her, a wicked grin on her face. â...A ranged weapon, angel, and a sudden infatuation... You wouldnât happen to be a Cupid, would you?â
âN-No idea what youâre talking about.â
âAnd you wouldnât happen to have shot that Oni with a Love Arrow just now, hmm?â
âCertainly within the realm of possibility.â
âHaha.â
âH-haha...â
â...â
â...Um, Kitsune, you--â
âI wonder if you bleed?â Aimi wondered with the sweetest smile as she clenched her fist hard enough that it sounded like rubber stretching.
âFair, but you might want to look at Naho-- the Oni right now.â
âAs if you could escape the Triple Deluxe Knuckle McSandwich that I am going to force feed you right now with a dumb trick like thaaaAAAAA WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY MICHII!â
As Astra and Aimi played mental footsies, the suddenly infatuated Oni, with a proper posture instead of her usual hunched over gait, approached the paralyzed Michiko, in utter awe and confusion at this behemoth of a curvaceous woman who towered over her, hips swinging with each step she took. âI can see why that fox likes ya! Itâs like I could just hug ya while I sleep and dream the sweetest things, ya cute little radish stalk.â With the distance between them gone, the big hand of the tall woman fell upon the tiny girlâs head, bringing her closer and pressing her face against her exposed stomach, causing the little girl to yelp in surprise and bewilderment as she met her powerful abdominal muscles on a personal level. âI donât even work out much anymore, but I think they are pretty good, ainât they? Just wait till you feel them in action, youâll see what I mean once I am ramminâ yer cute little body against my bedpo--â
âOi! Watch your tongue!â the irate Kitsune yelled. âDonât be saying things like that in public!â
âOh? What, ya jealous? Then watch this.â Without further ado, Nahoko crouched, her face very close to Michikoâs own, lips half open and eyes half-lidded and... She lightly tapped her horns against Michikoâs forehead.
âHuh...? Wh-what was that...?â the human wondered, but one look at Aimi and the sniper seemed to clue her in to that having had a special meaning, because the Kitsune was beet red and the Angel was covering her mouth in amazement.
Spin Kick 2: The Return Of The Spin Kick, the long awaited sequel, interrupted the Oniâs scandalous invitation, sending her through yet another tree. âYYYYYOU! Lewd! Extremely lewd! What do you think youâre doing to my Michii!â howled Aimi, hugging her puzzled friend close. âYou... Horny temptress! Michiko, are you alright?! More importantly, do you like taller girls? I mean, I am taller than you! Maybe not as tall as she is, but I am still good, right?â
âUm... Aimi? What does it mean when an Oni taps her horns against your head? and what are you--â
âAnd I can start working out, too! Iâll get some toned abs over the summer, so donât you worry!â
âT-thatâs cool, but, um, hey, so, what is... What is going on, dude?â
â...And plus, a less extreme height different is much cuter, if you ask m-- Hm? What do you mean, what is gOh.â -- Aimi finally returned to the real world -- Yeah, right, the, um, everything. Ok, so, Michii, this might be awkward, but--â
â...Youâre... A Kitsune, Aimi.â finally blurted out Michiko, looking at the long, elegant ears that protruded from her friendâs head. â...So things like Kitsune and Oni are real, huh? This is kinda wild.â Aimi couldnât find the words to answer to that or the courage to look at her in the eyes right now. With a long sigh, she finally worked the courage to say what she had wanted to say all these years, what she had come to say today.
âMichiko, please listen closely, ok? Thereâs no point in dolling it up by now, but, yeah, I am... A Kitsune. A legitimate Kitsune. Iâve kept this from you for all these years, and I really apologize for that. Itâs felt horrible having to lie to you for so long, and Iâve wanted to tell you so, so much, but, well, itâs just not that easy. Youâre a completely ordinary person, unaware of the the truth behind the fake ordinary world in which humans live. I was never supposed to tell you, or to even... Spend much time with you in the first place. It never was supposed to be like this.â
                                --
Meanwhile, rising from the rubble nearby, a revived Nahoko was ready for round two. âAlright, you cheeky little shithead, we were just going for pleasure before, but now, iiiiitâs business! I am aiminâ to kill ya if ya want to lay a hand on my Michiko!â
However, the Oni couldnât move. Much to her surprise, she found her arm seized and a cold blade pressed against her neck, a trickle of blood trailing down her collarbone. âWha...! How and when did you...?â
âDo not interrupt, Nahoko. If you interrupt this right now, I will kill you.â Astra promised, holding Nahoko perfectly still, despite her struggling. âBesides...â
âHaha, fuck, so you can actually... Well, aight. âBesidesâ what?â
âItâs getting good as shit.â
                                --
âWhat do you mean, it was never supposed to be like this...?â inquired the puzzled Michiko, dreading the tone of that statement.
â...I initially just got close to you because I wanted to humiliate you. Itâs what we Yako, or Nogitsune, do. Being malicious and mischievous is in our nature, and we love toying with humans, sometimes just to lead them to misfortune, other times to lead them to ruination or even death. I wanted to get your trust so I could throw it to the ground when you least expected it.â explained Aimi with a plastic, apologetic smile. âOh, look at that tiny little loser, she has no friends, she doesnât go anywhere after school, she just sits by herself during lunch... Is what I thought when I saw you for the first time in school. I saw an easy pick, is what I am trying to say. I went for it. All you were to me was a future accomplishment, a funny story Iâd tell to my family some time later during lunchtime, when it was Humans Are Dumb story time.â
â...Aimi, I...â
âRemember the first time we talked? I asked you if you wanted to partner up with me for gym class. You gave it your absolute everything, more than I ever saw you try any time before, because you didnât want to drag me down. After that, you overcame your shyness and asked me if I wanted to hang out after school. I was surprised, but not truly moved. Not yet, at least. Time passed, we did this and that, you were always on board with my dumb ideas, and you even stuck through our, no, my punishment whenever I got caught. Why didnât you ever just say it had been my idea? You couldâve gotten away with no punishment, no suspension every single time.â
âBecause I was having fun with you. I couldnât just--â
âCouldnât just abandon me just because things went south, right? Because thatâs the thrice accursed kind of person you are. Time and time and time again, you stood by my side, during the little detentions, and during the big suspensions. I hate you... I hate you for being like that!â
â...Aimi, what are you saying...! I just couldnât... Turn my back on the first person that--â
âI hate you because I love you, you big idealistic idiot! You never suspected I could have been trying to mess with you, not even once! You didnât distrust me when you should have! You never once even entertained the idea that I might have just been preparing you for the biggest humiliation of your life, and you just kept treating me like a friend, over and over and over! Too naive! Youâre the kind of person that a Nogitsune has a field day with! You are the person that ends up being ruled as a suicide in the middle of a lake or a forest because we can simply toy with you at will!â
âWell, what could I have done, you imbecile! You want me to look at my first and best friend in life and just turn a blind eye whenever she needs me!? If I couldnât trust you, then who could I trust? Call it naive, call it dumb, I donât care, I donât regret a single one of those decisions! Itâs been the best time in my life, so you... How can you just call it a waste and something dumb!? Are you out of your... Out of your... Aimi?â
In front of Michiko, the fox girl had broken into tears. The usually haughty girl who stood up to anyone and got in trouble at all times, famous problem child Aimi, who had just gone toe to toe with an Oni, now had streaks of sorrow trailing down her face and her ears were drooping down, an unending stream of tears staining her usually immaculate face currently contorted by sorrow. â...Youâre like this, and this is why I hate it... I hate it because I love you...! I love you! I love you so freaking much, Michii! It was all just supposed to be a prank, a ploy, but I didnât consider the most important aspect of it all: How much I came to care for you, and how much you came to care for me... Every time things were hard for me, youâd stay with me one the phone until the high hours of the morning. When I had problems with my folks, problems I never once told you about, you trusted me, you let me stay over at your place, and damn, I have never enjoyed myself more than the time I get to spend with you. So Iâve felt horrible! Iâve felt horrible because I only wanted to harm you, I lied to you, I kept so much from you, but you kept giving!â
â...Aimi, friendship isnât about keeping tallies!â
âIt should be! No... Well, itâs like that... At least among my family, it is, but I want to believe you. So, I decided to bring you here today so I could tell you. So, please, let me do it properly now. Ahem, um, Michiko, Iâm sorry I lied, Iâm actually a Kitsune, a Nogitsune, specifically. I couldnât just tell you, but as time passed, I couldnât just not tell you anymore.â
â...Well, I mean, this is where I should be surprised and demanding an explanation, but after seeing you and that Oni go Wuxia on each other, and given you kinda just told me already, anyways, well... This is awkward, haha!â
âAhahaha, yeah, not the most ideal confession, couldâve gone better.â
âStill, Aimi, thank you for telling me this, thank you for everything youâve done for me and for deciding to trust me with this, even with the malicious beginnings of our friendship, everything. I donât feel like thereâs anything for me to âforgiveâ, per se, but I want to ease your mind as well, so if itâll help, I forgive you, please donât worry about it.â
The fox girl smiled and her ears shot upwards. âMichii...! Does that mean...!â Before Aimi could finish what she was saying, the smaller girl rushed her and buried her face against her chest, trapping her in a tight hug.
âOf course I donât mind! Please donât go away! Iâll keep your secret, I wanna keep getting in trouble with you, doing dumb things, getting called at 4:30 am to hear your silly voices and jokes, everything! Also, I wanna touch your ears and tail, but thatâs neither here and there!â joyfully cried the smaller girl, embracing her friend tightly.
âAhahaha! Gosh, as usual, you do not hold back, but hey, um... About what I said... Um, I meant it in a lot of ways, but also a very specific way...â
âHm?â Without letting go of her hug, Michiko, whose face was burried in Aimiâs chest, looked up to meet her eye to eye, just to find a beet red Aimi. â...Whatcha mean?â
âT-that I... That I love you. I love you so, so much. Youâre the best thing that has happened to me, and my life has only been sweet and fun since weâve been doing our thing. I wanna know... If you feel the same way, or if, you know, both of us being girls gets in the way, you know, important stuff! You feel me! Donât make me say it!â
âI donât... Understand what youâre saying, Aimi, this is all too sudden, can you please repeat that for m-me...?â
âAaaarrgh! Michii! Iâm saying that I love you so much it makes my heart hurt! I want to hug you and cuddle with you and... Gosh, just run my fingers through your puffy, curly hair as I smooch you right in those adorable cheeks, could you please get it already! I love you!â
âHehe...â
â...! Oh, you little shit!â
âSorry, sorry! I just wanted to hear you say those things, haha! Youâre so cute when you get flustered, Aimi! Haha!â
âSee! This is the shit I put up with! Iâm the fox but sometimes Iâm the one being tricked! How dare you, you absolutely rotten pancake! You hideous macaroon! You heretic beef stew from two days ago! You--â
âHehe... Yes.â
â--soggy french fri-- Huh?â
â...Yes. Of course I want to go out with you. I love you too, silly. Kitsune or human, boy or girl, you think that matters to me when my favorite person in the world is the one saying it? I love you. I want to see what kind of trouble we can get into tomorrow, the day after, the year after, the decade after... Ideally, forever. I donât want to get separated from you, and... Well, you know what my parents say? âThe best person you could possibly date, love, and grow old with is your best friendâ.â
âMichii...â
âAnd you know what, Aimi?â
Standing on the tip of her toes, the petite human pressed the softest kiss on the lips of the Kitsune, holding her face with both of her hands. â...Iâm inclined to believe them. Letâs keep having fun together, now and ever, AImi. I love you.â
â...Once again, you ambush me when I least expect it, gosh... I-I had this whole thing where I was gonna embrace you and kiss you and all, I even had a good line prepared!â
âHehe! Well, do it now! We have all the time in the world...â
âAhem.â
Their little world was shattered down to pieces the moment a particularly angelic interruption reminded them that they were not alone. âAh.â âOh!â
âGood for you, kiddos, but you shouldnât be swapping spit in front of strangers.â reprimanded Astra, who had Nahoko on top of her shoulders, hogtied and blindfolded. âStill, congratulations. I hope you two have an excellent future together.â As she said this, however, the voice of the sniper was at its softest yet, and a genuine smile adorned her lips. âTake care of each other, yeah?â
âYes!â the enthusiastic Michiko exclaimed, hugging her girlfriend tight and close.
â...This was all weird, but, yeah. And... Thank you, Miss Cupid... Even though you totally missed your shot, haha. Um, before you go, can I ask you... Is this park Scenario Witchery?â inquired Aimi as she held Michiko close, a hand on top of her head.
â...Oho. Good eyes, Kitsune. This park is, indeed, my Scenario Witchery. During your confession, I couldâve made all these dead trees bloom and a million of flowers erupt, but... That wouldâve been way too cheesy, no? Way too cheesy. It wouldâve really been too cheesy.â
âAh, she wanted to do that, huh.â both girls thought to themselves.
âItâs also why I recommend you to get out as soon as you can. The time limit is the end of today, so just in a couple of hours. Iâd held this Scenario for the last three weeks. This âparkâ is actually an empty lot that will be made into a big building soon. I hear itâs a mall, so I say you two come here for a date when thatâs ready. Itâll be fun to revisit what technically was where that cute fox confessed oh so clumsily, no?â
â...Y-yeah, if you wanna. Well, thank you, Miss Cupid, weâll be on our way, then.â Aimi said, waving half-heartedly.
âMmhm! I donât really get it, but I suppose youâre the one responsible for this! So thank you!â chimed the enthusiastic smaller girl.Â
âYeah, take care, Iâll go dump this dumb Oni on Meguro river or something now.â And with that said, Astrael walked away with the struggling Nahoko, disappearing among the trees.
As they walked home together, Michiko tugged on Aimiâs arm. âAimi, whatâs Scenario Witchery?â
âItâs a very complex kind of magic. Basically, you morph one area into something else entirely for a certain amount of time, and when people are in this artificial area, they become âplayersâ or âactorsâ in the Scenario. People trapped in a Scenario have their usual reason and logic skewered by the Scenario, as if a compelling power forced you to act or think a certain way.â
â...Isnât that really dangerous? Thatâs practically modifying the thoughts and emotions of people!â
âYeah, itâs very powerful, and hence why it is so complex and difficult. I consider myself pretty skilled in magic, but I cannot make any sort of Scenario Witchery. That Cupid was really something else. She was using her Scenario to make couples come together, but she really couldâve just made the Scenario âa bloodbath where lovers become unable to believe each other and then devolved into brutal violence, with one or both dyingâ, if she so wished. Scenario Witchery is forbidden due to how it can be used, hence why itâs âwitcheryâ and not âmagicâ.â explained Aimi, serious for once. â...Iâm glad sheâs using it benevolently, but... No mere Cupid can just handle Scenarios... And even then, her magic felt very grim, it had me on edge, but...â
â...Aimi?â
â...It doesnât matter anymore. Hey, can we go to your place? Iâd like to let auntie and uncle know the good news.â
âN-not so fast, bucko! We should keep it under wraps for now!â
âHaha! Iâm kidding, Iâm kidding, but still, I wanna hang out.â
âHehe, yeah, of course! I found a pretty good band last night, I wanna show you their first album, âcause their latest one sucks, but their early stuff is absolutely your kinda deal.â
âOhh, cool! What kinda stuff do they do? I swear if you show me enka again like the last time you said you found some real gold, Iâm gonna...â
The new couple laughed and talked their way home peacefully, each with an arm around each other, each with their lips curved into a genuine smile.
                               --
11:30 pm.
Along the empty back roads of Meguro, a single woman, carrying another woman over her shoulder, made her way across the night, many closed businesses to her right, the empty street to her left. February 14th, Valentineâs Day, where everyone was sharing a moment with their loved ones. This could count as sharing a moment, if you really squint, because itâs not every day you say an Angel hoist a hogtied Oni atop her shoulder. âAlright, weâre far enough.â Finally setting Nahoko down, Astra cut her bindings and finally freed her. âNice acting, knucklehead. Sure had them fooled.â
â...But it seems I couldnât fool ya, hah! How did ya know?â the Oni asked, once again producing her favorite pipe to smoke from.
âThat Love Arrow was calibrated for a human. Thereâs no way an Oni would be in the least affected by a Love Arrow that weak, between your own high magic resistance and an Oniâs natural poison resistance. Iâd need something like a .905 SSK caliber Love Arrow round to affect you.â
âWell, caught me with the fingernails in the pot.â admitted Nahoko, lifting her arms in mock surrender.
âIt was actually really helpful. You wanted to really rile up the fox, and it paid off. Your next drink is on me, Nahoko. You really have my thanks. And with that... Weâre done. Congratulations.â said the Angel, warmth in her voice.
âAw, sweet, I am going to bankrupt you! Bwahaha, but, yeah, japes aside, good shit, Astrael, that went well. Got bumpy for a bit, but it went well. It honestly was tons of fun. Iâm actually kinda sad this jobâs over.â Nahoko commented as she tried to get on her feet, but when she tried to get up on her left leg, the Oni winced and dropped back to the floor.
âAre you ok? I guess the pain from those blows wasnât fully an act. Here, let me give you a hand.â
âAh, no no, Iâm mostly fine, but my left leg... These spikes? Well, they are real.â
âWait, what?â The Angel was puzzled. âI thought they were just part of your outfit.â
â...Well, thatâs kinda what I hope people think, but I, uh... Well, I fucked up a long time ago, and itâs kinda related to why I accepted this job. This is a curse I fully deserve, âcause I did something really dumb a long time ago, a crime of passion, one might say, and got cursed with this as a result. This is the least of my problems, though, the real curse is livinâ with the fact that I... Well, doesnât matter now.â
They were finally outside of the hotel where Astra was staying. With a motion, Astra invited her in, to which Nahoko nodded. In Astraâs room, the conversation continued. âIâm not gonna press you for questions, but, hey, Nahoko, are you going do something after this?â
âItâs back to the vagabondâs life for me, really. As I said before, I just took this job on a whim, and... Well, to make amends, I suppose.â
âWell, if you arenât going to do anything, I want to hire you.â bluntly stated the sniper. âIâll pay you well, too. I have a sponsor, after all. I realized my objective is much more easily achieved with a partner, and you know the land and the peopleâs customs. I am very much a foreigner, after all, so having someone native would really help.â
Nahokoâs boisterous face finally softened a bit as she heard Astraâs offer, before finally bursting in a goofy guffaw. âHah! Hahaha! Bwaaahaha! You for real, girl? A Cupid and an Oni, shittinâ around olâ Nipponâs highways, shootinâ love at people? Pushinâ inexperienced people towards their happily ever afters? Well, fuck, aight, itâs not like I got anything else goinâ, honestly, sure! Sign me the fuck up, capân!â The Oniâs laughter, still boisterous as ever, was also very warm right now, the kind of warmth that comes from finding purpose, and maybe, just maybe, atonement.
âThen, itâs settled. I, Astrael, hereby appoint you, Nahoko of Mount Ooe, as my Assistant Cupid. Now go get a bath, youâll stay here. Youâve had enough of sleeping in caves and under bridges, I take?â
âDonât gotta tell me twice! Be right back!â
As the Oni got in the bath, Astra pulled out her phone and hit call. â...Hey, itâs me. Oh, it all went swimmingly. The Scenario will be dispelled in just a couple of minutes, at midnight. Yeah. Yeah. No, no problem. Also, something else, maâam, Iâve decided to hire an Oni to help me with my next tasks. Yeah, I figured youâd laugh like this and would be ok with it. Mmhm, if itâs not much trouble, I will need additional funds to pay her and all. Alright, thatâs all, talk to you later, then, Inari.â
With a âthatâs settled, thenâ face, Astra finally put down her rifle and various sidearms, sitting on her bed and stretching. It had been a long three weeks, and a hell of a way to conclude them, but she finally had managed to turn Valentineâs into a memorable experience for many couples that would otherwise still be twiddling their thumbs. With a content sigh, Astra finally relaxed, and the bathroomâs door swung open. âHey, Nahoko, I already talked to the boss, she said itâs fiWoah what who are youâ
Out of the bathroom, covered only in a towel too tiny for a woman that big, came out an absolutely gorgeous woman with long and smooth hair as black as midnight cascading around her curvaceous, voluptuous frame, smooth pale skin, striking red eyes, and light pink lips that one could feel their softness with just oneâs eyes. Turns out, when sheâs not wearing those tacky bells and bones, or the war paint, or the mix and match clothes, the messy ponytail, or anything else, Nahoko looked quite stupendous, or so Astra thought, anyways, if we go by her complete lack of words and powerful stare. An unwashed savage who smelled of sake and grime entered the bathroom, but a supermodel came out. Notably, the spikes that jutted out of Nahokoâs leg were retracting right in front of her eyes.
âI can at least pull these back for a limited about of time, which is useful whenever I wanna sleep without fuckinâ shredding futons or beds, bwaha. Anyways, what were ya sayinâ?â
âO-oh, nothing, youâre officially hired, thatâs all. So, take the bed, Iâll sleep in the sofa today. This is a one person room, after all.â
âWhatâs with that? Nah, weâll both take the bed, itâs cool.â
âWhat!? No, no, itâs not cool, I can take the sofa, Iâve slept in worse places.â argued the Angel, trying to find anywhere to look and just finding herself more and more flustered. âAnyways, good night, we gotta get up early tomorr--!â
As she tried to make a beeline towards the couch, the long and strong arms of the almost naked Oni scooped her up and trapped her, pressing her against her dangerous body, still warm, wet, and steaming from the bath. âOh no, ya donât! Why the hell would ya take the couch? We can take the bed, thereâs plenty space in it for both of us.â
âThatâs not what this is abOh Lord I know Iâve forsaken you but please help meâ she immediately cried mid-sentence when she found her face pressed against the Oniâs chest, a chest that had to have been hand crafted by the best and most libidinous artisan in the world. â--Anyways, itâs just not right to share beds, we donât even know each other that well!â
âOh, what, really?â Nahoko wondered, unaware that she was subjecting Astra to a Full Contact Skinship Torture. âWeâve known each other for three weeks, though? Thatâs plenty, girl. Back in Mount Ooe, us underlings had to use the smaller caves, and there were plenty of us, so it usually was the case that three or four of us had to sleep together, bundled on one mat or somethinâ. We hadta be thrifty with space usage, so we came up with many ways to do so. This bed, for example...â Nahoko, still with Astra pressed against her body, got in the bed, placing Astra on top of her, their bodies pressed together more than ever, one of the Oniâs arm tightly around Astraâs waist. â...Yeah, this works, see? One bed, two people, no problemo. Hell, we still have space, so we can even be luxurious and do this.â
âaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaâ is all that went on the Angelâs mind, who was trying her best to remain conscious through this carnal assault on her senses. While she fought her inner self, Nahoko got her off from on top of her and put her on her side, instead, slinging an arm around her and hugging her tightly, making the two of them fit in the bed just right, Astraâs face buried against the tall womanâs collarbone, feeling very well how the rest of those dangerous curves pressed tightly against her own body, leaving nothing to the Angelâs imagination. âOh my God I Am Going To Die.â
âSee? Weâre good like this. Aight, partner, see you in the morninâ, we gotta hit the road early, shoot âem Love Arrows, the works, right?â
âY-yeah... Wait, no! I gotta take a bath! Iâm all sweaty and--â
âOh, donât bother, whatâs a little sweat between friends? See you tomorrow, Astra.â Nahoko chuckled, and then immediately went to sleep, her powerful arms hugging Astra so tightly and closely that the Angel couldnât escape that voluptuous Alcatraz, no matter how hard she struggled.Â
Finally settling down and realizing the futility of her efforts, Astrael simply gave up and swung an arm around her new peer, pressing herself close and burying her face on the smooth skin of the Oniâs collarbone and top of her chest, a muffled âThank you God but also fuck you, Iâm supposed to Cupidâ escaping her lips as she decided she might as well enjoy this, given she had no chance but to last until morning like this.
This wasnât why she decided to hire her, but it certainly didnât hurt for Cupid to find someone of her own on such an eventful Valentineâs Day.
It goes without saying she didnât sleep a wink.
                               --
The rumbling of the truckâs engine waiting by the hotelâs door accompanied the sounds coming from the radio as Nahoko loaded their luggage.Â
âWeâre checked out, packed up and ready, boss!â
âDonât call me boss, just refer to me normally.â
âHeh, thought so, Astrael.â
â...Astraâs fine.â
The Oni just smiled. âAww, lookitchu, being nice and shit. Well, Astra, where are we goinâ next?â
âShinagawa sounds nice, doesnât it? Itâs more populous than Meguro, so weâre sure to find people in their post-Valentineâs blues.â
âOoh, aiminâ for the target while they are down, huh? I like it. Sounds good to me, letâs be their coincidence, their first push!â
â...The convenient little event they need to take that first step.â
Bumping their fists, Astrael stepped on the gas, and off they went, the two Love Legionnaires, Angel and Oni, off to cause some trouble to greenhorn little pansies that wish to be lovers, to be their coincidences.
5:31 AM was not a nice hour to be up and about for Vinn Ingram, but there simply was no other choice. Sure, the cold winds that blow through Mint Hill Street were a very convincing argument to buy a scarf the moment today was over, the uphill walk made paying a taxi very, very attractive even though it was a short walk, and the deadly combination of both made our new Exorcist miss his bed sheets with the agony of a lover who left his sweetheart behind to go to the war, but alas, this was a necessary evil if he ever was to see his workplace at all. At the Seventh Office of the Mythic Affairs Bureau, work hours begin at 7:00 AM, which is a whole one hour and twenty nine minutes our daring star couldâve spent tucked in bed dreaming about sunshine and puppies, but if the last two days were any indication, this was a bad idea, and that bad idea has a name: Bastian Ashfield, his partner.
âMother fu... Arc damned cold wind... Uphill walk in the middle of... This better be worth it...â muttered the displeased Vinn to himself, making his walk under the purple early morning skies. Two days ago, Bastian raided his apartment and snatched him away to a sudden necromancy case, and yesterday, Bastian once more got him by the cuffs and got him working with a truant demon after an exorcism. These last two days, heâd been roped into all this work without being able to even see his office or meet his other colleagues. For a top scorer like Vinn, this was like a rusty, jagged spoon to the heart, as it was vastly unprofessional from him to not even greet his other seniors at the office just because this hydromancing asshole of a tyrant decided to start paying him house visits. Well, no more! Today, Vinn left far earlier than he was supposed to, as he wasnât gonna risk a third day of impromptu plate-juggling. Maybe now, finally, he was gonna be able to do things right.
But Arc damn the wind is cold.
âI should almost be... Oh! That over there is the office, isnât it?â. Vinn perked up and broke into a calm jog, and indeed it was. A four story building, solid and made of brick, with a large sign that read the â7th Officeâ in bold black letters. It didnât indicate what it was the office of, just that it was the 7th. Magic and the supernatural is a well kept secret, after all, so whoever stumbled in there by accident would just be told a lie about this being a real estate firm or maybe an engineering firm. At long last, Vinn was going to be able to meet people that hopefully werenât condescending jerks!
As Vinn approached the building, the door swung open, and what strode out froze Vinn in his tracks. A very tall woman, at least two heads taller than Vinn, with long dark green hair and a somewhat dark complexion, but the prodigious height and the curious colors of the dame werenât what paralyzed Vinn, it was the long, curved, thick black horns that protruded from her head that did, peeking through holes in her large brimmed hat.Â
âHm? Hey there, I havenât seen you around beforeâ the mountain spoke. âFor consultations and filing reports, head to the left desk, and for general questions, the help desk is on the right. Weâll help you in however way we can.â
â...Oh!â finally reacted Vinn, taking his eyes off the horns, hoping he didnât offend. âOh, thank you, but I work here, actually, itâs good to meet you, I started two days ago, my name is Vinn Ingram.â Upon hearing this, the woman brought a hand to her mouth in surprise, and immediately smiled gracefully, lifting her hat just slightly so she could take a better look at him with her piercing crimson eyes.
âAh! Youâre one of the graduates! How silly of me, my apologies, I assumed you were a new client. I havenât seen you around, but, well, I suppose the same can be said for others, hmhm. Well met, Vinn Ingram.â -- the woman bowed with dignity and poise found only on professionals --Â âI am Fatima Allanach, Exorcist here at the Seventh. Have been for years now. A pleasure to meet you. I would love to chat with you more, but I need to go out for something rather pressing right now. Which division are you on? Iâd love to drop by later to properly meet you when time isnât a pressing concern.â
âOh, no no, donât let me hold you back, the pleasure is all mine!â hastily replied the novice. âIâm in the 3rd Division.â
âThe 3rd... Thatâs... I see, so you must be an intel support, then? Well, have fun with Nicholas, heâs kind of a stick in the mud before 9:30, but heâs very good at what he does. Youâll learn much. Well, farewell, until later.â
With a graceful half-bow and a smile, the large woman in the trench coat walked away, her horns disappearing from sight as soon as she headed to the streets. Canât be seen with those by civilians, after all. Vinn couldnât help but wonder what she meant by âintel supportâ. He was very much a fully fledged Exorcist, and his partner was Bastian, not some âNicholasâ. Well, whatever, he thought, maybe she was just confused and in a hurry. Theyâd meet later, so no biggie.
Finally at the 3rd floor, Vinn looked up which office was the 3rd Divisionâs in his briefing e-mail. It was more than a bit daunting when his worst suspicions were confirmed and that large, imposing cast iron door was, indeed, his office. With someone like Bastian on their payroll, however, the iron door made complete sense, unfortunately. âWell, whatever, letâs get to it.â
The already small room behind the iron door was made even smaller by the sheer amount of chaos within. Paperwork everywhere, pizza boxes, the scent of coffee and mana leftovers mixing into what can only be described as a terrorist attack on the senses, and one very bitter-looking blonde man sitting at the very end of the room, surrounded by cabinets, coffee mugs, and his computer, mashing away at that keyboard like it owed him money.Â
âUh, he--â
âAnd why the hell are you here this early again, Bastian! Can I just not have my own little world of-- Huh?â
âUm.â
âOh.â
The red haired man and the blonde bitterness extract given a human form looked at each other awkwardly for a second, before the latter finally threw a brick and smashed the silence. â...Who, who the hell ar-- Who might you be? This is the 3rd Division, I think you got the wrong door, pal.â
âUh, hey there, no, I work here. Effective as of two days ago, but itâs my first time showing up due to... Exceptional reasons, I guess. Iâm Vinn Ingram, assigned here as of August 4th, a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?â
âNo Vinn works here, dude, just go to your office.â
âUm, sir? I do work here, it says as much in this e-mail, Iâve been working for two days now on field.âÂ
âNo you donât.â
âSir...â
âDude, come on, I know everyone in this office and-- Hold that phone, what did you say your name was again?â
âV-Vinn Ingram, partner of--â
Whatever came after his last name fell upon deaf ears and was drowned by the loud tik and tak of the keyboardâs cry for help as the blonde manâs fingers struck it with surgical precision. A few seconds of awkward keyboard sounds later, the manâs face seemed to be right out of the cover of a cheap gas station horror novel. âBastianâs partner? That Vinn?â
âThatâd be me, yeah.â
âWhat the fuck, you havenât quit yet?â
âE-excuse me?â
    Of incense, ink stains, and the murky menace lurking beneath it all:
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âOh, um, ahem, h-hey, welcome, Vinn, welcome! I just, mm, never really expected anyone partnered with Bastian to last more than one assignment with him. Or less than one, really. I hope youâll understand, heâs kind of, mm, not a very nice person.â
âOh, trust me, I could gather that much. But yeah, Iâm here, alive and willing still, somehow.â
Molotov cocktails burst green with envy at the explosive laughter the man by the computer just showcased with peerless cacklesmanship. âBy the Arc, man, you really went and... Iâm Nicholas Dunbar, Seventh Office 3rd Division information agent, assistant, and secretary, an actual honor to meet anyone who somehow survived Bastian.â
Vinn could only sigh, half laughing and half crying internally. âVinn Ingram, once again, now assigned to this office as that oafâs partner, the pleasure is mine. So, um, Nicholas, is Bastian just... Like that? In general?â
âHe very much is like that in general.â replied the intel agent as he prepared some coffee on the worn, jury rigged coffee maker that had what was very clearly a band aid somewhere on its base. âSee, the thing is, youâre the fourth partner thatâs been assigned to him, and the only to survive the ordeal without quitting the job or requesting a transfer after... Well, not after, during the first day.â
âAnd I can see why. Iâm here this early because he kept going to my place and roping me into more stuff, telling me he has to test me on this and test me on that, what a prick.â Vinn recounted as he tried to navigate this disaster room of pizza boxes and stray paperwork, making a futile attempt to find his desk.
âYeah, youâre actually the only one Iâve met, haha. I kinda just assumed youâd be roadkill as well, no offense. You arenât the top scorer of the Mythic Law Enforcement Academy for nothing, after all. Man, Bastian is real good at this job, one of the best, I dare say, but his people skills just havenât been the same anymore...â
This last statement perked the novice Exorcist. âMm? What do you mean with âanymoreâ?â The inquiry clearly changed something in the atmosphere, as Nicholas simply looked down and then at the coffee maker, gripping it by the handle and serving two piping hot mugfuls of coffee, offering one to Vinn.
âI canât really tell you, man. I hope you understand. Itâs kinda personal to him, and Iâm not about the snitch life.â
âAh, no no, sorry, didnât mean to put you in the spot. Thanks for the coffee.â
âSay, since youâre here early, I might as well tour you through the Seventh, what do you say? Introduce you to the people, show you where stuff is, the works.â offered the intel agent, sipping his coffee, his voice certainly softer than before. This wasnât an offer Vinn was going to turn down.
âIâd very much like that!â
                             ââ-
The Seventh was a sturdy, spacious building. That cramped little hellroom that was the 3rd Division was not indicative of just how impressive and accommodating the rest of it was. Air conditioning, ample hallways, and effective use of space made it easy to navigate through and easy to fit all the relevant facilities. It certainly was a whole different beast from the antiquated brick fortress that it seemed to be from the outside. Nicholas and Vinn made small talk as they passed by the various other offices, most of them empty due to how early it was, heading to the Infirmary in the first floor.
âThe Infirmary is open practically all the time, and itâs the first place you go to after an assignment, and the last place you go to before clocking out and leaving for the day.â Nicholas explained as he ringed the bell. âCordiality is nice, but it doesnât mean much in general in the Seventh, since we are all about getting the job done first and foremost. However, if thereâs anyone you gotta be good with, thatâs the Infirmary crew, because these people keep us alive. I think youâll agree with me when I say youâd rather be on good terms with the people in charge of keeping you alive, yeah?â
âHah, no argument there. I planned to come here first thing after finding the 3rd Division.â Vinn replied, adjusting his vest as Nicholas opened the door. âHold on, donât we have to wait for them to give us the ok?â
âI mean, by protocol, yeah, but as long as you ring the bell, Aria doesnât really mind if you come in, Mister Stiff.â laughed the intel agent. âCanât blame ya, though. You are the top scorer of this yearâs promotion, so I assumed youâd be kinda stiff, but man, trust me, real work is a lot more... Earthly, if you will. Donât take all those regulations and strict protocols to heart. As long as you do your job, no one minds.â
Vinn shrugged his shoulders as if saying âI guessâ, which only prompted another chuckle from Nicholas. Inside the Infirmary, a woman with two large white wings and a long lab coat checked a clipboard and wrote on a little notebook propped on a desk. âHey, morninâ, doc!â greeted Nicholas, prompting her to turn around with a pleasant smile and kind eyes.
âHey, Nick, good day! Hm? Whoâs the kid?â the doctor enthusiastically replied as she set down her clipboard. âOh, one of the fresh meat, huh? Hey, Iâm the patch up artist around these parts, nameâs Aria, a pleasure.â
âThe pleasure is all mine, Miss Aria, Iâm Vinn Ingram, âfresh meatâ at the 3rd Division. Weâll be seeing each other.â
âOh, so you are a new intel agent? Youâre lucky, Nick is awesome at his job, just, be sure not to catch him before 9:30, heâs kinda--â
âOh no no, heâs not mine, Aria.â interrupted Nicholas, a wry grin plastered on his face. âTake a wild freakinâ guess who he is partnered with.â
Aria tilted her head in confusion, looked at him real good, the olâ tip to toe scan with the eyes, and she realized, given his build, that he was no pen pusher. Those strong limbs were for working out in the field. âWait, Bastianâs!? No way, but itâs the 6th! Any partner of his should have transferred already! Holy moly, you are some next level shit, arenât you?â
Nicholas laughed out loud while Vinn simply sighed and pinched his nose. âYeah, I guess I am fecal matter of the next degree. Man, he really is infamous for this, isnât he?â The two of them laughed, but before Aria replied, she caught the Nicholasâ eyes, insolence brewing behind them.
âOh... You wanna do that, huh...? Ok... Hey, Vinn, I applaud your manners for not pointing out my wings.â said Aria. âPeople usually get impressed by them and sometimes, it get uncomfortable, so hey, nice. But, at the same time, I canât help but be a bit disappointed, since I am proud of them, as an Angel and all.â
Those last words perked Vinn up. âAn Angel, you say...?â
âYup! Ainât the Seventh impressive? We practically have a demon in Bastian, so we make up for that with an actual Angel in our Infirmary. Not something many offices can claim, yeah?â
Itâs true that those impressive, white feathered wings were the definition of majestic in any dictionary you could find, but Vinn didnât seem impressed at all. âSheâs not an Angel, though.â he declared.
âOh?â Aria smirked. âI am, though. What proof do you have that I am not an Angel? Are you saying these wings are fake?â
âItâs true that you have not moved your wings at all, so they could be a prop, but no, they are the real deal. However, âwingsâ does not equate to âAngelâ. No offense intended, but the palms of your hands are very rugged, and your musculature in general suggests heavy physical work, instead of the more magically inclined personality of Angels. Speaking of your hands, you did a pretty good job trimming them, but I can tell those talons grow up to be very strong, sharp, and destructive. Youâre not an Angel, Miss Aria, youâre a Harpy.â
The rapid fire analysis left both Nicholas and Aria dumbfounded for all of five silent seconds before they both broke into laughter. âOh, wow! This kid is the real shit, ainât he? Damn, when was the last time, anyone saw through this little prank, Nicholas?â
âWasnât it Fatima many years ago? Haha, damn, anyways, that was impressive, Iâd expect no less from top scorer of this yearâs promotion. Nice job, Vinn.â
The young man was getting a bit flustered with all this praise and attention, but thankfully, before he had to say anything, the bell rang again, and the door swung open, a tall, muscular, blonde man wearing sunglasses walking in shortly after.
âHeyo, doc, Iâm sorry I didnât come before, I came tâ greet ya! Nameâs... Oh, Ingram?â
â...Hold on, youâre Daryl. Hello.â
âOh, you two know each other?â Nicholas inquired, resting against a nearby counter top.
âYeah!â the large blonde lad replied. âWe both graduated this year. Ingramâs the top of the class, so I remember him. Didnât know ya were here, dude.â
âLikewise. I wouldnât have expected to meet you so soon after graduation. Good to see you. Which division are you on?â Vinn cordially conversed.Â
â2nd, the boss woman told me to go greet people already, got kinda mad that I hadnât yet, so here I am. Heyo doc, and heyo other dude I donât know, hereâs to some good ass work and all that.â
âNicholas, good to meet you, though I am just the tech dude at the 3rd, itâs this lady you oughta pay your respects to. Sheâs a nice Angel doctor thatâll keep you in this world, no matter how banged up you get.â the intel agent explained, a chuckle already charging up behind his lips.
âWait, an Angel!?â yelled the shocked Daryl.
âOh, donât say that so loud, I get kinda conscious... But yes, I am Doctor Aria, pleased to meet you. I hope youâll trust my--!â
In a move that shut everyone in the room, Daryl approached Aria and outright kissed her, holding her chin up to better feel her tongue with his. When it was all said and done, Daryl simply took a contemplative hand to his chin. âYa ainât no Angel. Youâre a Harpy. See, Angels have soft tongues, and kissing them feels like warm honey bathinâ yer tongue, an indescribable feelinâ, really. But yer tongue was thick, rough, and strong. It wasnât warm honey, it was more like a powerful adversary, a tongue to remember, âcause it ainât easy. I like Harpy kisses far more than Angel kisses, thereâs that roughness to them that makes them--â
The sound of her palm meeting his face echoed in the Infirmary.
âHow dare you...!?â the doctor exclaimed, slapping him across the face.
âOoph, yeah, see, Angels donât slap like that, thatâs a Harpyâs strong hand, alriOOPH.â
âWhat the fuck are you doing, dumbaaaaaaass?!â
The sound of his spine singing a melody of pain and regret echoed in the infirmary as his body was lifted off the ground by a single righteous uppercut.
âYep, just on time, if youâre in the 2nd, then your partner is...â
âW-woah what the hell!?â
With just a single punch, the large blonde man was downed. Behind him, a brawny, tough-looking woman stood with the River Styx in her eyes, shooting ballistic missiles at the battered young man with her glare.
âI take my eyes off you for one second and youâre already doing dumb shit again! I am so sorry, Aria, this oneâs on me, Iâll buy you all your drinks next time we go out drinking, ok? Please forgive this good for nothing piece of shit!â the big woman apologized as she stomped on the downed idiot.
âF-Fiona, donât worry about it! Itâs fine, itâs fine, donât kill him in the Infirmary, please, thatâs a lot of paperwork to deal with!â
Lifting him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the imposing woman desperately apologized. âIâll educate this dipshit, even if it kills me, or if it kills him! Iâll go now, see y...ou? Hey, whoâs this kid, Nick? New techie for the the 3rd?â
âNaw, heâs Bastianâs.â
âCut the bullshit.â
âI am not dumb enough to lie to you, Fi.â
Fionaâs eyes widened. âYouâre legit his partner? Woah, some big fat balls of brass, you must have! Well, kid, introductions will have to wait âtill later, I have a shithead to lecture. Try not to get killed. Letâs go, you imbecile.â
âM-my spine... Let me get it checked first...â begged Daryl like a beefy, floppy sack of wounded potatoes with all the dignity of a headless chicken.
âOh, sleep it off, ya wuss, letâs go.â
As fast as she came, this tornado of a woman left, leaving Vinn speechless. âIs she... Is she always like that? Who was that? Did that really just happen?â
âThatâs Fiona, and yeah, thatâs her modus operandi. Leaving the door open is also part of her, but sheâs a lovable tower of muscle and alcohol.â explained the doctor, going back to her clipboard. âBe a dear and close it, will you?â
As Vinn approached the door left open by the human cyclone, he spotted her outside, still carrying Daryl, being lecture by a tall, thin man who had an aura of authority and resignation to him. Before him, however, Fiona couldnât stop bowing apologetically.
âWell, thatâs our Fiona, 2nd Division Exorcist. Watch in awe as she is lectured by the Chief because her cropped tank top, âperfumeâ that smells like 6 AM tequila, and habit of carrying coworkers like veggies at market spit in the soup of Officewear Regulations. Heh, this is a daily show by now.â Nicholas elaborated, as if watching a movie while eating pop corn. âYou know about Oni, Vinn?â
âOh! Sheâs an oni? That explains the strength and the pungent stench of alcohol.â
âNope, sheâs married to one, and heâs helping her with her drinking habits.â
â...Classy. So, thatâs the Chief, huh? Iâd better go say hi to him now.â
âWoah there, buddy, Iâd suggest not. Heâs lecturing her right now, but heâs a very busy man, especially in the mornings. Leave him for the afternoon.â
âIs he a hardass or something?â
âNot... Quite, just trust me on this one. Letâs go back to our office, Dani should be here by now.â
âIf you say so. Bye, Miss Aria, have a good day.â
âMmhm. Have a good one, you two, I hope you survive, Vinn.â the doctor expressed with no ill will whatsoever, waving a friendly hand goodbye.
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The more one looked at the office, the more it seemed that the door frame was a portal to a different dimension. How could this pigsty possibly be in the same physical plane, let alone building, than the neat everything else? There was a difference now, however: A lone girl sat by another desk.
âItâs weird not seeing you here first thing in the morning, Nick. I was wondering where you went.â she greeted.
âYeah, was just showing the newbie around. Lookinâ good, Dani.â Nicholas chimed back with Vinn on tow, who politely nodded as if to greet her.
âOh? New tech g--â
âBastianâs partner...â Vinn clarified for what felt like the tenth time this morning.
âWhat!? Bast--â
âPlease.â Vinn begged for what felt like the tenth time this morning. It was getting tedious.
âOh, pfff, yeah, I guess youâve already gotten your fair share of dumbfounded responses. Sorry about that! Iâm Danielle, just call me Dani, though.â the girl responded before moving away from her desk without standing up, traversing through the pizza boxes and paperwork in a motorized wheelchair, controlled by a little controller on the right hand rest. Of note, her left hand and leg were prosthetic. Accompanied with the soft sound of her wheelchairâs motorâs vibration, Dani approached Vinn and offered her right hand, which he shook. âIâm the communications expert here, and since youâll be working with us now, youâll need one of these.â Her prosthetic hand held a firm grip on the bag while her regular hand rummaged in it, the sounds of junk and crumpling plastic raising many questions as to what was actually inside the otherwise trendy looking little bag. With an expression of eureka, she seemed to have finally found the desired item, which he proudly offered to the novice Exorcist: A tin can.
âA... Tin can? Wait, now that you mention it, Bastian had one just like this two days ago...â Vinn pondered, as he examined the item in vain.
âAh! You were there when the Siren was sent in!? That jerk didnât mention you at all in his reports! I will have some words with him, the nerve!â Dani fumed as she kicked her feet in frustration, nothing new when regarding Bastian and his old tricks. âAnyways, yes, that right there is a prim and proper tin can, but it may save your life.â
âThereâs really nothing special about it, though... I donât sense anything.â
âEyup, itâs not until I do this--â With a touch of he right handâs finger, the can suddenly pulsated, Vinnâs head throbbing as a sharp note drowned everything else in the room, only the canâs âheartbeatâ audible to him, until a few seconds later, his senses returned to normal, his head ringing like a struck bell no more. â--llo? Hello? Earth to Vinn?â
âUgh... Yeah, I hear you... What was that? My head felt like it was going to explode for a second.â Vinn replied, clutching his thankfully unexploded head.
âYeah, happens the first time. Iâve linked the tin can with you. Now, what this does is...â Danielle moved towards her desk again and held a similar, worn out tin can. âPut that against your ear.â Vinn complied, and once he did, Dani put her own tin can against her mouth, softly whispering words that shouldnât have been audible to anyone, yet were clear as the skies to Vinn. âAnd now, we can communicate easily!â
âWoah! Thatâs... Iâve never seen anything like this! So basically, these are like cellphones now?â
âBetter than cellphones!â she declared, chest puffed out. âCellphones can be traced, need time to make a call, need the other party to notice and accept the call, and if youâre underground? Yeah, not happening. Tin cans are the future of communication! Well, among us, anyways. This is Communications Magic, my area of expertise. Keep that tin can on you at all times, and weâll be able to talk shit about Bastian at all times, seamlessly and with no interruption.â
âNow that sounds like a good time.â
âWell, Iâm sure glad you two seem to have kicked it off well!â Nicholas finally interjected. âNow, you did say something worrying, though: Youâve actually been working the last two days, but Bastian neglected to mention you in his reports, which makes my job difficult. Plus, I donât have your reports, either.â
âA-ah, well, I wasnât exactly--â
âExactly allowed near the office, I know, haha, donât worry, Iâm not going to put you on the spot, all this means is that I will grab Bastian by the neck and have him rewrite his reports. His lack of mentioning you meant to me that you had quit, which is... A pattern, really, so donât worry, you get a few more days to write your reports, but the sooner you have them for me, the better.â
âAh, thatâs why you reacted that way...â Vinn said, recalling Nicholasâ exasperation earlier. âWell, I hope you donât have a hard time getting him to re-do those... I already know that heâs--â
âA damn hardass, a jerk, and a piece of shit to work with?â a voice behind Vinn chimed in.
âYeah! Thatâs exactly what I was gonna sWhere did you come from and how long have you been there?â
âAww, Iâm glad to know that I have a cute widdle pwartner who wuvs me so much!â
As Vinn turned around, he met face to face with the plastic, hostile grin of Bastian Ashfield, a tall, solidly built man with his wavy ponytail resting on his left shoulder as always. âSo can I join your shit-talking power hour? I am like a trebuchet full of excrement, ready to sling the highest quality turds, so? We good? Can I join you fine gents in--Hrg!â
That dull sound just now was a piece of scrap metal hitting Bastian square in the forehead. âYou big jerk! You were keeping Vinn out of the office for the last two days and you neglected to even mention him in your reports! As both a person and an Exorcist, you are terrible!â
âOi, who the hell throws junk metal at people!? At least make it something like a plastic bottle, or a--Argh!â
And that dull sound just now was a broken clock hitting Bastian on the side of his face.
âDonât talk back!â
âYes maâam! Please donât give me a concussion, maâam!â
âDenied!â
âAlright, hold it, hold it, please! Iâll stop! Quit chucking assorted reclaimed metals at me!â
â...Are these two like this all the time?â Vinn whispered to Nicholas.
âJust when Bastianâs a dick.âÂ
â...â
â...â
â...â
âSo yeah, all the time.â
âI see.â
                            ââ-
â...Well, now that we are all here, I suppose a formal welcoming is due... But first... You clever little rascal. You left home really early, just to avoid me, huh?â
Vinn simply glared at Bastian. âI knew youâd try it a third day. Get off my back, already. I humored your two âtestsâ, and not even knowing what my workplace looks like for three days in a row is not exactly professional.â
â...Tests? Vinn, what did this oaf make you do?â Dani inquired, already reaching for the next piece of junk in her little bag.
âDonât worry, it wasnât anything terribly cruel. Youâll see in my report later, but basically, the necromancer of two days ago and a case with a stray demon yesterday. Both ended up well, so-- Hey, speaking of, whereâs the necromancer?â Vinn asked, having just remembered the rather high profile criminal they brought in.
âWell, Iâm not at liberty to say just yet, but letâs just say youâll know soon enough.â
âBastian, could you please treat him like a member of our division already?â sighed the girl.
âOh, no no, Bastian is not being Bastian for once, he really isnât at liberty to say.â Nicholas interrupted. âAll information on the case -- the necromancer herself, the undead horde, and the fact that a Siren was dispatched -- is all confidential. In fact, we should not discuss it at all. He could actually get questioned by the Blackvests if his lips are too loose.â
âAh, so it is actually confidential... I was curious myself, too, to be honest. Itâs the first actual necromancer in forever, isnât it?â Dani asked as she drank some of her freshly brewed coffee.
âFirst Iâve seen in active service, and in general.â replied the seasoned Exorcist. âSure, you get punks who reanimate rats and dogs here and there, and then we have to go in and put the feral critters out of their mindless misery. But one that has actually reanimated humans? And didnât even bother thralling them? Just letting the do as they please? Thatâs very weird, no matter how you spin it. Anyways, I am not lying when I say youâll know soon enough.â Bastian readjusted himself and reached into one of the many seemingly empty pizza boxes, producing a cold slice and chomping on it. âLetâs go back to the man of the hour, now. Vinn, youâll have to forgive me, but it was absolutely necessary that I test you in the ways I did. You arenât an idiot, you could see that Exorcists donât have the best reputation around, and deservedly so.â
The atmosphere in the room changed.Â
â...Yeah. People feared me. People expected me to throw my weight around. People doubted me whenever I showed any cordiality or kindness. Exorcists really are not liked, huh? This is all very different from the Academy.â Vinn recounted, a disappointed sigh escaping him.
âThatâs true, because a lot of Exorcists reign through fear, throw their weight around, and only smile when they want something out of you, or worse, when they already have what they need to blackmail you. The Academy is a bubble, Vinn.â Dani explained, her tone serious. âThe Academy will make you believe your duty is just and your methods righteous, but in the real world, you canât just go in blasting everything and coercing the weak into obeying or paying the priceâ
âOur duty as Exorcists, and related support parties, is to mete out justice in the Mythic affairs, whether that justice needs to clash against a Mythic or against a Human. We are supposed to be the entity that upholds justice, but a lot of Exorcists, well, they just smoke Mythics. We are supposed to stand up for Humans as much as we are for Mythics, but thatâs not how it goes in practice.â Nicholas sadly continued.
âAnd thatâs why I needed to test you.â said Bastian as he propped his legs on his desk. âI told you before, but you need to be able to hold your own in a fight, have the brains to figure out solutions to your problems, and have the heart to actually stand up for Mythics. I -- we -- have no use for yet another kid who slings death around to try and be the big strong Exorcist.â
Despite the shoddy appearance of the office, with the ocean of pizza boxes scattered everywhere and sundry junk adorning every corner, the files were where they needed to be, Nicholasâ computer was impeccable, and whatever actually mattered, was there. Messy as it was, it was the office of those who truly cared about their job, and about those said job entailed. Downing some coffee, Vinn took a deep breath.
â...Crude as they may be, I understand the reason behind your methods. I canât say Iâm mad, since it gave me a reality check Iâd rather have now instead of later. Itâs only... Fair, really.â
âWell,â Bastian replied, âWhether you are mad or not doesnât really matter to me, what does matter is that you pass the tests. I was gonna tell you as much earlier today, but you eluded me like a slippery eel, which, I hate to admit, is also a good thing, so yeah, welcome to the 7th Office 3rd Division. Iâll work you to the sinews.â
âThatâs just his way of being nice. Please do be patient with him, heâs an idiot, after aaAAAH! Damn! Ow ow ow!â Nicholas snarked before his hot coffee came to life and splashed his face, burning him.
âMaybe donât insult an Hydromancer while holding a nice, fat cup of hot coffee, dumbass.â laughed Bastian.
âPfff, well, you kinda walked right into that one, Nick, hehe. Still! Itâs good to have some new blood in here, so by all means, welcome! I hope you have a good time! Donât mind the officeâs sorry state, we get our job done.â Dani cheerfully informed.
âYeah, especially since all the pizza boxes are her doing in the first place, our cute little piglet.â taunted Nick, wiping the coffee off his face.
âHe didnât need to know that!â
â...You already put the order for todayâs batch, didnât you?â
â...I cannot confirm or deny that, Bastian.â
âHaha!â
It was a lively little office with just three people in it, four now, but Vinn could tell there was something different here, something he didnât find in his time in the Academy, nor out in the field during these last two days.
There was a lot of heart and joy here.
There was anxiety, there were nerves, there was a lot of expectation, from both his partner and himself, but ll of those things, he already knew he was gonna feel. What he didnât know, however, was how much he was going to crave to be part of this little world, where contact was easy and everyone seemed to get along like this.
And just like thereâs a shadow by every light cast, so was there a woe that made his heart throb with a pang of concern: Were his people back home ever going to be able to partake in this?
If anything, this only steeled his resolve further. He left the comfortable wilderness for a reason against the protests of everyone that cared for him for this, after all.
âThereâs no way Iâm going back empty handed now.â he though to himself, after seeing that the human world is capable of compassion.
                           ââ-
Just as the playful banter was beginning to calm down, someone knocked on the big iron door.
âItâs open, come in!â Nick yelled from the back of the office, already submerged in his files and keyboard once again.
âPlease excuse me.â
As the door opened, Vinn perked up as he saw that pair of familiar horns, black like lacquered wood, curved with dignity, protruding through the holes of the wide brimmed hat. It was the tall woman from the morning. The dame simply giggled at his surprise, an elegant hand covering her lips.
âNow, why the surprise? I did say Iâd come welcome you properly, no? Have you eased into your job with Nicholas yet? Heâs a harsh instructor, but youâve much to learn from someone with his diligence and experience.â she greeted bemusedly.
âOh, no no, Iâm not here as an info agent, Iâm an Exorcist, partner with--â
âWell, well, well, if it ainât Fat Fatima!â the brick that broke cordiality boisterously interrupted. âWhat do you and your five chins want? Donât remember having any reason to expect a visit from you.â
âBastian? What the h--!â tried to reproach Vinn, but he couldnât finish his sentence. Just seconds ago, a gallant lady stood by the door, with a welcoming voice, a friendly disposition, and a kind smile. The very picture of manners and helpfulness. Where, oh, did she go? And when was she replaced by a twin with death in her eyes and wicked claws protruded, ready to slash a jugular or six?Â
âFeh, Bastian... I didnât come to talk to the wondrous sack of shit that pretends heâs people. Mind going back to your stupid magazines? Me and Nickâs new kid want to do some formal introductions, not that youâd know what those are.â snarled the dame, showing what were very clearly fangs.
âNickâs got no new kid, shithead. If you mean that kid over there, heâs my new partner.â
âOh, spare me, Iâd think youâd at least give my intelligence some credit. Think of some more convincing lies if you wish to mess with me, Bastian.â
âUh, hey, Fatima... Yeah, heâs not mine. Vinnâs an Exorcist, and Bastianâs partner.â
âWhat!? So heâs actually got a new partner!?â This reaction seemed to be popular. âWait, so does that mean... Oh, uh...â The horned woman seemed to be troubled and wracked with guilt out of the sudden. â...Vinn, was it? I profusely apologize for the trouble Iâve no doubt caused you.â
Vinn didnât really understand where this came from, and tilted his head just slightly in confusion, trying to think what this person he did not know before this morning could possibly mean by that. âI really have no idea what youâre apologizing for, Miss Fatima, youâve done nothing but show courtesy to me.â
âOi oi, so Iâm just Bastian and âa damn hardass, a jerk, and a piece of shit to work withâ, but sheâs Miss Fatima? Iâm glad to see where your loyalties lie, Vinn.â whined Bastian, a mocking hand to his own chest, as if deeply offended, nay, hurt.
âYou said those things, I just confirmed them, geez.â
âAh, allow me to elaborate...â interjected the horned lady. âFirst of all, I am the 1st Division Exorcist, Fatima Allanach, a pleasure to meet you, Vinn...?â
âIngram. Vinn Ingram.â
She smiled graciously. â...As to what I did, well, I am the reason the Siren showed up two days ago.â
âOh, you bitch! I shouldâve figured you, of all people, would just call for them to mobilize all those delicious tax patros to give me a hard time! You couldâve killed me in the crossfire!â
âOh, put a sock on it, Bastian.â -- all the grace she showed to Vinn was replaced by a vulgar hostility when addressing the hydromancer --Â âBoth of us know you wouldnât die from a little Siren... Although I canât say the same for your new partner. Had I know you had someone else there, I wouldâve relented, and for that, Iâm sorry. I just never... Thought youâd take another partner after Roderick, you know?â
The rooms atmosphere changed as Fatimaâs voice softened with those last words. Even though this was the time for one of those patented Bastian Rude Retorts, he simply produced a cigarette, fiddled with it a bit, and then put it back in the pack. âNeither did I. But, well, here we are. And you, Fatima... Itâs fine if you want to give me hell, but putting everything aside for a moment, even if its called for, never use the Sirens. Donât confuse power for a basis of trust. Those things... Are executioners wearing their own coffins. Donât forget it.â
â...Thatâs rich coming from you, Bastian.â Her sharp tongue was unsheathed once anew, albeit with a different, far more bitter fervor. âYou donât get to tell me whether I use a tool or not. Sirens are strong, and they can take care of practically any Mythic situation, small or large scale. Itâs foolishness not to use an advantage when we have it.â
âThose things are not an advantage, Fatima. They are indiscriminate, they know only to kill and maim, how can you not see this!? We are Exorcists, it is our duty to--â
â--To utterly obliterate those bastards until they understand their place! How many more Humans must die to their savagery before you get this!? How many more Rodericks do we need in the graveyard before you stop spouting such naive drivel, Bastian?! Had a Siren been there with you that day, Roderick would still--â
âShows how much you know! Weâd both be death, and our assailants as well, leaving us with two less Exorcists and no leads whatsoever! Incredible! Great job! I can see why you are the 1st Division Exorcist clearly, with such a clear head absolutely not full of garbage on top of those shoulders!â
âYou have no way of knowing that! When will you see the world for what it is already, you utter--â
âEverybody shut up!â
Nicholasâ voice boomed, drowning any whining in the small office, finally putting a stop to the bedlam.
âDonât yank the chain, Nick, I need to make her understand--â
âWhatever, do that on your free time! You two schedule a nice, steamy, hot date outside of work hours, meet at a restaurant, order a fine beef steak dinner, and then beat the shit out of each other with it, I donât care, but donât go doing this in the office!â
Bastian and Fatima simply looked to the floor, or the ceiling, or anywhere that wasnât Nicholasâ general direction, like scolded children caught trying to look inside the pot before dinner.
âGeez...â sighed the info agent, settling on his chair again. âEvery time, you two...â
As if on cue, the officeâs phone rang, Danielle dutifully picking it up.
â...Miss Fatima, did you mean that?â Vinn asked, a certain edge midst his cordiality.
âHm? Did I mean what, exactly?â
ââTo utterly obliterate those bastardsâ, do you see Mythics that way?â
â...Oh, please donât tell me you do share this bruteâs view on the matter, Vinn? We are not called âMediatorsâ or âCaretakersâ, we are Exorcists. We exorcise, we hunt, we exterminate, thatâs quite literally the job description. Things are this way for a reason.â
âAnd what would that reason be, Miss Fatima?â inquired Vinn without missing a beat, standing up. âWhat about being a human makes me inherently superior, more âpeopleâ than a Mythic? We are not dealing with wild beasts, we are dealing with intelligent, sentient creatures who know love, hate, joy, and sorrow just as we do, who have a culture, traditions, and needs. You yourself are a Mythic, I fail to see the logic in--â
âOh, the young man will watch his words.â Fatima replied with the same hostility she employs with Bastian, finally dropping her softer tone. âWhat I am doesnât mean I should see things one way. Itâs because I am a beast that I know exactly how terrible we can be.â
âThatâs like saying we should destroy all slides in children'sâ parks because one time, a kid scrapped his knee.â
âAnd only a fool would compare Mythics and slides horizontally.â
Vinnâs face was a mask of utter hatred and disdain for the horned Exorcist. âMiss Fatima, I think itâs about time you le--â
âWhat!? Y-yes, Iâll tell them immediately!â the communications expert yelled as she slammed the phone back on its base. âG-guys! You too, Miss Fatima! Weâve got a big situation down by Manduco #83493!â
âDani, calm down. Whatâs the situation?â Bastian calmly asked, sitting back down and quickly picking up his flasks and other utensils.Â
âThe mass kidnapping from two months ago is happening again! Itâs most likely the same perpetrator. Itâs going on right now, a laborer that works at that warehouse forgot something, so even though itâs supposed to be closed off today, he went and found a lot of people just... Moving around, as if thralled. The first three divisions are to go there immediately.â
âThanks, sweetie, thatâs all we need. Well, letâs get going, we canât lose a second.â
âIâll go get my partner, letâs not waste any time.â Fatima said before disappearing into the hallway.
                           ââ-
The dark blue car blazed a trail through the asphalt, going as fast as the worn out engine could manage, a bright red van and a dark green motorcycle tailing them. Inside the car, the grim-looking Vinn double checked his handcuffs and other pieces of equipment, a silence and grimace that didnât escape the driverâs notice.
âVinn, you good?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs the fakest âyeahâ Iâve had the honor of hearing. Look alive, this is a real bad situation. We need all six of us with our heads in the game.â
âYeah.â
â...â
â...â
Bastian could only sigh.
âOi, Vinn, donât let what Fatima said get to you. Itâs a kick in the dick, but thatâs how many Exorcists are. Sheâs particularly partisan about it, yeah, but itâs better if you get used to it, hopefully manage it better than I do.â
Vinn only responded with a half-hearted chuckle and a few seconds of silence before reviving the dialogue. âI could understand it if it were anyone else, really, but Miss Fatima specifically is... Inconceivably weird. She was very cordial and kind before then, and is a Mythic, to boot, yet, she wants to kill her own kind so viciously? It goes beyond duty-bound hatred, that was just genuine hatred, how could you feel that way towards your own people?â
The usual brashness of the seasoned Exorcist was nowhere to be found, the sounds of the worn out motor filling in for dialogue for a few streetlights before Bastian found the strength to continue talking. âItâs... Complicated. Donât hate her, please, sheâs got her own problems.â Vinn almost fell out of the car upon hearing this. This had to be the first time he heard Bastian talk about someone so softly. He suspected they had a past from the previous conversation, but this only really confirmed it, especially if it was about someone he was just having a flat out shouting contest with moments ago. The dense mood was already suffocating enough, and they had a job to do right now, anyways, it was a good time to change topics.
â...So, these mass kidnappings... Damn, what a creepy name. Two months ago was the first one, right? How come they are deploying Mythic Law Enforcement for it now?â
âWell, last time, authorities had no idea magic was involved, but after investigating the area believed to have been where it took place, based on witness accounts of seeing the victims heading that way, heavy amounts of mana residue were found, suggesting that it was no mere mass kidnapping... Not that mass kidnappings are commonplace, anyway. So, itâs now a MAB affair.â
âAh! Take this left, it should be there... Yeah, lots of cop cars. They must be barring civilian entry to the area. Thatâs a relief, at least.â
Bastian took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel harder. âWell, ideally, I wanted to ease you into the job with easier cases, help you get to know Stroln as a city, with its Mythic underground world and all, but destiny calls, I suppose. This isnât me underestimating you, but try to stick with me at all times. I have a stinkinâ feelinâ that this might get nasty.â
â...Got it.â
                           ââ-
In front of the six Exorcists, the massive warehouse stood with its service door open, the lock smashed to junk by its foot. The structure was clearly from Pre-Amnesiac times, but well maintained and still in regular usage.
â...I donât like this. It stinks.â said Fiona, 2nd Division Exorcist, assessing the situation. âThis is no abandoned joint, the lock was smashed too neatly, and youâd have to be a fool to have such a flagrant vulnerability to your million patros business screaminâ to be exploited like this. What do you guys think?â
âFully agreed.â Bastian commented. âWe oughta have words with the owner or parent company of this place after weâre done here. As Fiona said, this is simply too suspicious. The lock really just looks like its there so they can file a police report on unlawful entry and claim innocence. Itâs unlikely for any magic criminal to be so nuanced as to break a little lock, theyâd usually go for a bigger door, especially if itâs a mass kidnapping.â
âCorrect. They probably didnât even use this service door.â Fatima added. âThey probably opened the big cargo gate over there to get all the people inside, nice and neatly, and then simply smashed this lock to make it seem like they arenât working with the owners of this place. This whole thing stinks.â
Behind the seasoned trio, the novice partners observed in awe how quickly their would-be mentors were piecing together the puzzle in front of them before even stepping in the building. The duties of an Exorcist include the subjugation of magic-wielding and supernatural criminals, negotiation with such individuals, and all around keeping this secret magical world hidden, but an important part of being an Exorcist is to play the role of detective as well. An Exorcist is, after all, the do-all end-all authority in the world of Mythic Law Enforcement, having powers and duties far beyond their mundane equivalents.
âThey look and act like washed up garbage after a cruiser accident on the coast, but seeinâ them like this really reminds you they are veteran Exorcists, donât it?â Daryl commented, breaking the silence between the novices.Â
âThe way your worded that was really weird, but I know exactly what you mean.â Vinn responded. However, standing beside Daryl and Vinn was a third person who had not opened her mouth, simply looking at the experienced Exorcists work their craft and plan out how to advance. Vinn and Daryl both recognized her, and it is precisely because of that that the latter knew they shouldnât bother trying to include her in the conversation, and why the former, who had zero social awareness back in the Academy, made the mistake of taking the initiative.
â...So, Nadja, I didnât know you were assigned to the 7th as well.â
â...â
âMiss Fatimaâs your partner, huh? Must be good working with her.â
âInterested in her looks, I gather?â
Vinn lifted his arms as if surrendering. âWhat? No, I mean how professional she is and all that. Anyhow, I donât think weâve ever talked, Iâm V--â
âVinn Ingram. Top scorer of our year.â
âYup, the one.â
â...â
â...â
â...Pppffff, that went swimmingly, ya smooth operator.â chuckled Daryl.
âOh, can it, at least I donât go kissing girls randomly to determine their species.â
âYeah, you donât, and thatâs really sad.â
âHrrg...â
âAlright, coffee break over, kiddos, hereâs the plan.â Fiona called suddenly, the novices perking up and giving her their attention. The anxiety of their first real operation, not to mention a rare cooperative operation between different Divisions, was beginning to well up in their guts. âAlright, so, the people are most likely still inside. Bringing a large amount of people here unnoticed, while not easy, is doable, but shipping them all together from here to wherever their destination is is another story. They are most likely waiting for a large transport, a bus or a series of van, maybe a large truck, we donât know, and they are holding fort inside for now. We donât know how many men it takes to keep all these people in there, but expect heavy resistance. Weâll go together, but if we need to split for whatever reason, stick to your partner. Questions? I hope not, because we ha--â
âA question.â
âShoot, Nadja.â
âWhat level of lethality are we allowed?â
âIdeally, just enough to disable them. We have questions, they have answers. That means you shouldnât use those things attached to your ankles.â
Nadjaâs build was lithe, graceful, like a panther, and that made the large, black devices on each ankle stand out all the more. What looked like the point of a silver stake protruded downwards from the end of the device.
âUnderstood.â
Bastian spoke up now. âAlright, if thatâs it, letâs head in. Keep chit chat to a minimum, and if you must talk, do it as silently as possible.â
                          ââ-
Nary a footstep could be heard from the six trained individuals, moving like the shadow of a ghost across the large industrial complex-slash-warehouse. Something was clearly wrong with this place, as the air was stagnant, there were no signs of struggling whatsoever, and every door and window inside, in stark contrast with the service door, was neatly unlocked and undamaged, giving fuel to the veteransâ speculation, much to their dismay. They didnât have to navigate much until the first shadow of adversity loomed close, by the internal courtyard. It was one at first, and then two, and then three, and then seemingly an endless amount of them, silhouettes walking as if entranced by a wicked sirenâs song.
â...! Halt! I see many of them, and they are... You gotta be kidding me... Bastian, look at what they are wearing.â Fatima whispered, pointing towards a little window to their side that led to the courtyard.
If concern had a shape, it was Bastianâs face. â...Large pig masks and red robes. This is bad. Really bad.â Bastian mused, a bead of sweat running down his brow.
âHm? Hey, hey, uncle, whatâs wrong? Didja get cold feet over some costumes? Whatâs wrOW OW OW!â inquired Daring Daryl with the delicacy of an hydraulic press, as Fiona used one hand to cover his mouth and the other to give him an excruciatingly painful shoulder death grip.
âYou beefy sack of crap!â Fiona chastised in whispers. âFlappinâ yer gums when you donât know shit will only get you a Fiona Massage from now on! The grotesque pig mask and red robes are synonymous with a top wanted criminal, the Hog Priest! This is bigger than we couldâve imagined. Stay on your toes, everyone.â
âThe Hog Priest has evaded capture several times, and thereâs reports of them being sighted in multiple places at once... I suppose this explains it, though. Itâs a legion of them.â pointed out Nadja.
The courtyard had a strange, purplish fog blanketing it, and in it, the pig-masked people wandered aimlessly, sometimes bumping into each other, sometimes tripping and picking themselves up clumsily, and in general, simply drifting along. Some stood still, vacant, some jogged slightly before calming down and clutching their chest, and all in all, it was a miserable spectacle.
â...Somethingâs wrong.â Fiona warned while putting on a pair of fingerless gloves, akin to those used by MMA fighters.
âHm? Whatcha mean? They are just bobbinâ and... Oh.â
Darylâs trap was shut tight once he realized little by little, they had all been stopping, and now, they all stood still, looking directly into the little window where they had been observing the courtyard from. No, not directly into the window, it was directly into their very eyes.
A suffocating, paralyzing, complete silence lasted all of two seconds before the window was smashed, a small canister almost hitting Fatima in the head being the culprit, from which an ominous gas shot from little pressurized holes.
â...Tear gas! Get out!â
In a frenzy, they jumped out of the window, out the gasâ range and right into a courtyard full of pig-headed foes that held pipes, shovels, and all manners of improvised weaponry, looking straight at them.
Not five seconds passed before an alarm siren loudly gave our Exorcists a warm, deafening welcome, sending all of the robed villains into a frenzy.
âCurses! Here they come! Defend yourselves and try to find a way out of here!â Fatima yelled, assuming a defensive stance and blocking a shovel strike with her bare hand.
As soon as the horde began its restless assault, the sinister purple fog that permeated the courtyard intensified, obstructing sight and puzzling the senses with its oddly calming fragrance. It was every man and woman for themselves, Bastian utilizing water to block the weapons and to push his assailants to the ground with immense pressure, Fiona disarming them with expert martial prowess, and Fatima simply utilizing a retractable baton to parry and disarm those who would attempt to harm her. In stark contrast, the novices were expending far more effort in the fight, visibly struggling, not for lack of strength or skill, but rather, because they simply didnât know how to engage a foe without destroying them. Killing the enemy is easy, but when your duty is to subdue the enemy without killing them or doing enough harm that youâll ruin their life from there on is an art all of itself, an art that the Mythic Law Enforcement Academy wasnât keen on teaching. The lacking curriculum was showing all of its weaknesses. That, and a sinister whisper that was invading their mind, which made itself more and more apparent, numbing their reactions, misleading their movements.
âW-what in the world is this...? Itâs like thereâs a compelling whisper inside of my head... Someone warm and kind, someone I trust, telling me to drop my guard when they attack or to soften my body whenever I try to disable one...!â Nadja said as she unsuccessfully tried to take a shovel away from a masked minion, who simply shrugged her off and shoved her right to the floor.
âIs it the fog? No... It couldnât be, the fog is welcoming, itâs familiar, a scent of my childhood, it couldnât...â Vinn lamented, seemingly giving himself up to an incoming lead pipe strike before Daryl pushed him out of the way.
âOi, you damn idiots! Whereâs yer Domunus Tecum!â Daryl chastised, holding off the criminals with his huge frame.
âDomunus Tecum...â
âDomunus Tecum!â
The second of the Six Spell of Self Defense, the spell of protection and shielding, a prayer for resilience. No sooner the two novices put their barriers up, their minds cleared and their bodies could move as they wanted them to. The whisper was still in their heads, but it wasnât compelling and absolute as it was before.
âJust what is this voice? Iâm not the only one that can hear it, right?â the exasperated Vinn asked as he used his many handcuffs and his colorful, unorthodox fighting style to subdue attackers.
âBad news is what it is. Keep your Domunus up and strong, donât stop pouring mana into it, or that whisper will claim your mind.â Fiona warned, fighting the good fight.
âC-chief! Hold the presses! These guys...!â Daryl screamed suddenly, a robed figure captured tightly in arms, unmasked. âChief Fiona, these people are brainwashed civilians! Look!â
The face of the woman in Darylâs grasp was catatonic, to say the least. A vacant expression and half-lidded eyes that looked nowhere, drool and tear lines telling a story that thousands of words couldnât hope to match. âOi, we gotta disable them without harminâ them! They are just meat shields!â
âShit...! That means thereâs one mastermind out there, and they are just exhausting us! Fatima, do you think--â
As if his mind was being read, Bastian couldnât finish what he was saying before Fatima was right by his side. â--you could use your poison to--â
âNeutralize them? Yeah, if I control the dosage, I can make it so I can knock them out with a sting each, enough to paralyze their muscles and yet not leave any lasting damage. Iâll need some help keeping them off me while I do this to each one of them individually, though.â
âI gotcha!â Fiona proudly declared, rolling to where they were, dodging several shovel strikes. âDaryl and I can keep âem corralled while your girl defends you directly, and Bastian and his boy can go for the brains.â
âI agree to this plan, but, poison? What do you have in mind? Do you have enough for all these people?â Vinn wondered, joining them.
âOh, donât worry about her, after all...â
With a wild smirk, Fatima leaped high into the air, her arms growing green fur, and a wicked scorpion tail, massive and heavy, protruding from her back, just under two pairs of feathered wings. Where there once was her elegant face now lies a lionâs roaring maw. She was much bigger than before, her impact on the ground sending several masked minions off balance.
â...Sheâs a Manticore. And a fat one at that, so she oughta have a lot of calories to turn to venom.â Bastian explained.
âSTOP CALLING ME FAT, JACKASS.â the massive Manticore Fatima roared, deft swipes of her scorpion tail knocking out minion after minion, barb oozing with venom.
âWeâve got this area, you two! Get going! Whoeverâs behind the fog, the whispers, and this mess is no doubt in that building over there. Itâs the only structure to have a clear path to the streets in case they need to escape, and where they can survey all of this area!â explained the bruiser Fiona, joining Daryl in trying to corral the remaining minions with their superior physical strength.
âYeah, weâll get this over in a second. Letâs roll, Vinn!â
                          ââ-
Two pairs of footsteps echoed in the smaller building, dark and permeated with the fog. Bastian and Vinn both had their Domunus barrier on at full strength, the incessant whispers of the once-compelling voice never going silent.
âThis keeps getting worse and worse...â lamented Bastian, double checking how much water he had left in his flasks. âVinn, do not let up your barrier. It could mean death.â
âWhat is this whispering, anyways? Iâve never felt anything like it, and I donât think Iâve read on this before.â
âIt could be a curse, but thereâs not been enough time to set up one of this nature with such an intensity, so what I think is... Vinn, are you familiar with Mindreaders?â
âOf course, those who can read minds and such. Itâs theorized that, Pre-Amnesia, Mindreading was highly illegal and dangerous, given how many surviving records there are that explain, in great detail, how to defend against it. Itâs considered useless now, since everyone worth a lick of salt in the arcane arts learns how to counter it.â
âTextbook answer, as usual.â -- Bastian chuckled --Â âWell, what I think weâre up against right now, and I hope Iâm wrong, is a Mindscreamer.â
âA what?â
âMindscreamer. Itâs the opposite of a Mindreader. Instead of being able to read your thoughts, Mindscreamers practically broadcast their thoughts into others by force. Whatever they think, you âhearâ inside your head. They can also make it so their thoughts are subliminal and subconscious in your brain, controlling your behavior to a degree. Itâs a really damn frightening power.â
âWhat...?â Vinn couldnât believe what he was hearing, and yet, the constant whispering in his brain since the courtyard brawl began proved that these were no lies. âIâve never heard of Mindscreamers before, what kind of wicked art is this? Youâd think itâd be more popular, with how powerful it sounds.â
âThatâs the thing: You canât learn how to Mindscream. Mindscreamers are born, itâs not a skill, itâs genetic and exclusive to certain individuals, but we donât know much about it. In a way, that means that, yeah, we donât really have to worry about it falling in the hands of just about any thug, but... It also means we are up against someone very special, and that knows what they are doing. Take this fog, for instance.â
âI noticed... This fog smells like incense, like chamomile, specifically, but itâs actually haunted. Itâs Incense Magic, and this is tailored to numb the senses and lower your mental defenses.â
âClever boy. Indeed, the incense lowers oneâs mental barriers, which makes you susceptible to the Mindscreaming. Whoever is doing this is competent, do not drop your guard. This is how they kidnapped all of these people almost effortlessly: They simply made them come âof their own free willâ with Mindscreaming... Sick bastards.â
The Exorcist duo kicked open a door in front of them at the end of a long hallway, and inside, an immensely dense cloud of magic incense blocked their sight. The air was stagnant, almost putrid, and there were things in this room. Piercing glares that couldnât be seen but could perfectly be felt stabbed the two Exorcists as soon as they entered the room. Before long, a couple of pig-masked minions, brainwashed civilians, no doubt, slowly became discernible in the dense purple fog, with bright, neon-like markings making them stand out in the fog. They moved with far more coordination than the courtyard fodder, shuffling around, circling, keeping their distance, never moving too close, but never straying too far from the surrounded agents. Bastian lashed at a cluster with a tendril of holy water, missing the mark completely as they swiftly moved out of the way.
â...The Mindscreamer is in this room. They are being controlled too well, too skillfully. These arenât like the puppets we fought on the first fl--!â
The subtle whisper of cold steel sliding through flesh cut the older Exorcist off as a knife plunged deep in his torso from the left, a masked minion without any neon markings having made it past his watchful eye as his focus was on the neon marked masks, a pained grunt and a hammer of pressurized water impacting against his assailant punctuating his sentence instead. âMother fu... Clever bastards...â
âBastian, are you ok!? Damn, they are using neon marked and non-marked masks! While we focus on the barely visible neon, they come at us with the plain ones. What a cheap tactic...â
âCheap it may be, but itâs working! Focus on defending!â
Even with In Te Fallitur, the first spell of detection and true sight active, the sheer magic density of the incense made it difficult to see nonetheless, their vision improving just slightly. Assault after assault, the duo was sustaining more and more injuries at the hands of this well utilized assassin horde. Whenever a neon mask moved, two plain masks slid in the gaps of their perception, getting closer and closer, until they could hurt either Exorcist. Their attacks didnât pack much power against the protected Exorcists, individually, but as the damage piled on, it was clear this was a battle of attrition they were not going to win by any means, especially considering that their enemies were but brainwashed civilians they couldnât bring themselves to hurt seriously.Â
âHaa... Haa... Bastian, can you make an intense flash of light somehow? With a flashbang or some small spell?â
â...Sounds like you have an idea... I can, but what do you want to do with it?â
âThereâs really no time to explain!â Vinn barked as he parried an incoming knife just in time with a pair of handcuffs. âJust play it cool and shoot it right above that big group over there!â
âVague ideas are better than no ideas at all, and we canât keep this up for much longer... Alright, Aureola Oblito!â
As the spark that would soon become an explosion of intense light approached its point of contact, the ceiling above the hordeâs densest point, the nimble Vinn Ingram lunged towards its center like a wolf in blood-starved hunt, shoving past the henchmen and women, and defending against pipes and knives. When he finally reached it, he yelled at Bastian, which he considered the signal, and looked down immediately.
âPraemium!â
Upon command, the little spark went supernova, a blinding light engulfing the room immediately, with every meat puppet in the room covering their eyes as if blinded, and yet, the light was rapidly devoured by the fog after its initial explosion. As the light faded, however, a manâs loud scream of pain echoed at the end of the room. It wasnât Vinnâs or Bastianâs, it was the man who wore a plain pigâs mask in the middle of the horde, a knife sticking out of his arm, courtesy of Vinn.
â...How did you know?â the pig-headed man inquired, and he was immediately sent barreling backwards by a kick straight to the head, also courtesy of Vinn.
âYou looked down to avoid the light. All of these people are brainwashed and not conscious, thus, blinding them wouldnât do a thing to them. Weâve been striking them for a while now, and they show no sign or reaction of pain. You just made them act as if they were blinded, and joined in the act, but you yourself looked down so as to not be blinded, while the rest didnât. Good try, though.â
âQuickly, stop flapping your gums and actually catch him!â Bastian screamed as he made his way through the now far less coordinated horde.
Vinn complied, but as he approached him, the Hog Priest lashed out with a large dagger, rolling backwards after Vinn stepped back to avoid being lacerated. Before Vinn could make his way to him, however, the Priest and another exact look alike became entangled in a strange dance, with many more plain masked minions joining in, and then, they all ran in different directions.
â...! Shit, clever bastard! Thereâs no way to tell which oneâs the real one!â
âDonât lose your cool, Vinn! The third one to the right is heading towards that staircase, which likely leads to a room adjacent to the streets, while the one to the far left is going towards a door, likely with the same idea in mind! The others are running randomly, but those two make sense in their retreat! Itâs either of them, go after the right one, Iâll get the left one, go!â
âYou may be a nasty customer, but damn, you pull your weight, Bastian! Good thinking! Catch him!â
                         ââ-
Vinn chased the figure that might be the real Hog Priest ceaselessly, door after door, hallway after hallway, until the figure stopped in the middle of a large storage room with no windows, no doors, no exits. Cornered at last, the Hog Priest simply turned around and faced the Exorcist, the eyes of the disgusting, realistic pigâs head mask meeting Vinnâs green own.Â
âItâs dead end for you, piggy. Undo the incense and the mind control, and turn yourself in nice and easy. Without your horde, you are out of luck.â
âHmhm... Haha! Very nice, you... What a cruel mistress luck is, having me do this with you, of all people...â the muffled voice from behind the mask praised, a distinctly softer, different voice from the one before, which didnât escape Vinnâs attention. âNow, you might be thinking, âdid I get the right guy?â, and I have good news and bad news for you!â -- the Priest struck a cutesy and quirky pose while saying this, pointing at Vinn -- âWhich do you want first?â
âP-pardon...?â
âI said! Which! Do you want! First! Good news or bad news!â
â...Good news?â
The exaggerated Priest lifted his arms in mock excitement, clapping and cheering excitedly with chants of âWoo! Exorcist! Exorcist!â before finally assuming a new pose. âAlright, so, the good news! The good news are that you have indeed caught the Hog Priest, congratulations!â
â...But your vo--â
â--ice is not the same you heard before, right? Yeah, about that... Hereâs more good news: Thereâs two of us! So no matter which one of us you followed, and you followed both of us, there were only winning picks!â
Vinn immediately produced two pairs of handcuffs. âSo, two of you, huh...? Well, thatâs twice the questions we get to ask then, those are pretty good news.â
âSadly, I also am obligated to tell you the bad news.â the Priest sadly informed, sticking an hand inside of his robes and producing a baseball bat covered in various, strange runes, pointing it at Vinn. âThe bad news is that you die here.â she announced with an arctic voice unlike her variety show host demeanor of seconds before, taking a step forward and sending thunderbolts down Vinnâs spine. It was not the first time heâd been face to face with mortal danger, it was not the first time his life has been at risk, it was not the first time he was faced with a strong opponent. But, it was the first time in Vinnâs life that his body and mind screamed for him to get out of there fast, a primal, visceral flight response that didnât even pretend to bother with the âfightâ half.
The bat came faster than a bullet from above, Vinn managing to block it only by reaction, leaving him wide open to kick to the gut which knocked the air out of him, and a subsequent palm strike to the chin that sent him barreling backwards against the wall. The Exorcist, in a panic, produced his standard issue handgun, pointing it at the Priest.
âYou shouldâve keep me close. Hands up, Hog Priest.â
â...Thatâs not even a Shootist Gun, thatâs just a regular one. You... You are not taking this seriously, are you?â
Vinn took aim at his enemyâs leg and let loose a round, hoping to incapacitate him, but a simple swipe of the bat deflected the bullet right out of its path, the battered projectile hitting the wall next to Vinnâs head, missing him by a hair. âWhat the...!?â
âYou really are a novice, huh. Shouldâve kept to patrols and such, instead of getting roped into this hell. Then again, you yourself willing dropped into the wolfâs maw the moment you decided to become an Exorcist. Is the paycheck of a murderer really that tempting?â
âNot all of us are murderers! Weâre trying to change it, weâre trying to heal this rotten system from within, which is more than can be said of mass kidnappers like you, so donât you try and lecture me about moral codes!â
âAh, yeah, in the eyes someone that doesnât know whatâs going on, of course itâs gonna look like we are the bad guys. âChanging it from withinâ, thatâs some prime, class-A bullshit. You canât possibly believe that. Youâre smart enough to know you are but one good seed among a fetid, infected crop. You wonât fix the harvest by yourself.â
The Priest lowered his bat and pointed towards the door. âLeave.â
â...Huh?â
âYou are outmatched. Leave through that door, exit the warehouse through the office sector, and desert the Mythic Affairs Bureau. Never again take on the mantle of the Exorcist, do something else. Itâs for your own good. Do this, and I will not take your life. I will even guarantee you safe passage until you are out of Stroln.â
Vinn struggled to pick himself up after the brief but intense beating he sustained, putting his evidently useless handgun away. â...Why are you giving me a way out? What do you mean by a âgood seedâ?â
The disgusting pig in front of him tapped the âearâ of his mask. âA little bird told me that you do sincerely care for Mythics. You helped out a demon yesterday, helped him find a job that allows him to feed on human emotions without harming anyone when you simply couldâve smoked him. Youâre a good person in a bad guyâs job, so Iâm willing to compromise... No, I want to let you live. We need more people like you in the world.â
The disappointment in the hogâs fake eye was palpable when Vinn took a fighting stance instead.
â...Last chance, Exorcist. Iâll hold back no more.â
âHow about you fuck off. Iâm not gonna get lectured on morality by someone who brainwashes a bunch of people for a mass kidnapping. Iâm through trying to reason with you. Iâm done playing sweet. Letâs go for real.â
With a sigh and a head scratch, the hog picked up his bat and assumed a combat stance again. âI really wish we couldâve done this differently, but if you insist... Iâll give you a proper burial, at least.â
âDomunus Tecum!â the Exorcist chanted, renewing his protective spell, but he was not done. âHostem Repellas Longius!â As he chanted this spell, a faint, red light covered Vinnâs body. Hostem Repellas Longius, the third of the Six Spells of Self-Defense, the spell of hostility, offense, and righteous violence. Simple as they may be, the strength of the Six Spells does indeed lie in simplicity, and with every brick you put on top of a good base, you get closer to making a wall. With attack and defense ready, Vinn put away one pair of handcuffs, holding only one with his left hand.
No more words were shared between the two, and they clashed fiercely in the middle of the spacious storage room, handcuffs meeting bat, the colliding steel singing a frantic sonata to which these individuals who couldnât be more conflicted danced vigorously. Overhead strike, left swipe, shin kick, neck shot, eye gouge, they tried it all, and none could land. Vinn certainly seemed much different than before, and in a moment of carelessness, the Exorcist managed to grab the bat by the head.
â...! Whatâs with this grip!? Let go!â the Priest wined, struggling to get the bat back.
âSure, here you go.â
Vinnâs hand glowed a dim silver and suddenly began vibrating at extreme intensities, the sheer force from the vibrations hurting the Priestâs arm, making her lose her balance from the pain. Using this opening, Vinn threw the bat away and lunged with his hand, grabbing the Priest by the shoulder, gripping hard for just a second before a skillful twirl of the Priestâs arm allowed him to set himself free.
âWhat was that...? You didnât have enough time to do any of that weird vibration stuff to me.â
âItâs over, Priest. Donât use your left arm and just surrender.â
The Priest simply laughed. âThat bat thing was surprising, but you didnât do anything to me. Now I know to watch out for it. I donât feel bad at all, in fact, itâs like my left shoulder feels even better than before! Sucks to be y--!â
As the Priest picked the discarded bat back up with his left arm, an explosion of blood gushed from his shoulder, the sheer force of it shredding even the red robe and exposing his flesh, the Priest tumbling to the side and falling to the concrete ground, clutching his bloody mess of a shoulder as he screamed in agonizing pain. âW-what the fuck did you do to me!? Aaaargh!â
âYou got confident without even knowing my style of magecraft, and now youâre paying the price. Itâs simple in theory: Flux Magic. I know how to control the eb, flow, and movement of mana particles.â
âHaha, what...?â laughed the Priest, still in pain. âThatâs... Fucking crazy... So that vibration was just you making a mass of mana vibrate at immense speed... Youâre just full of surprises, arenât you?â
âAnd your shoulder just now was me injecting you with an immense amount of mana, more than your body could possibly handle. Hence, when you moved the afflicted part, it burst like that. You were feeling well because you literally had an injection of energy given to you.â
âClever bastard, first I see of anyone applying such an otherwise ignored principle of magic emission, Flux, in this creative a way. Hats off to you, friend. I suppose I gotta show my hand now.â
âWait, if you move with that wound--â
Vinnâs warning fell upon deaf ears as the Priest, left shoulder oozing blood, dashed right against Vinn to renew his assault. Handcuffs parried the bat, but it was nothing more than a feint, Vinnâs stomach catching a knee that made him double in pain. As he tried to get his bearings, the batâs runes glowed an eerie teal, the weapon bludgeoning Vinn in the side, sending him tumbling.
âAlright, letâs see what we get... Become The Body Of His Innermost Shackles! Terror Ink!â
From within the robes of the Priest, a turbulent torrent of ink exploded forth, covering the bat and transmogrifying it into what looked like a bizarre, serrated hoop weapon. Upon seeing it, Vinn was left speechless.
âWhy... Why do you have that...!? Thatâs impossible!â
One didnât have to look at the face behind the mask to know that the Priestâs expression was currently a smug grin. âSo this is what you fear the most, huh...? Weird weapon. I canât begin to imagine what its wielder must have done to terrify you so. This is Rorschach Magic, the Terror Ink. Anything inscribed with the right runes and provided with the ink can turn into the biggest fear of whatever it strikes. In this case, this weird... Hoola hoop thingy... Whatever it is. Well, letâs test it, shall we?â
The Hog Priestâs assault was renewed again, slashing and swiping with the bizarre ring-like weapon, one of the ends of the âringâ detaching and flailing wildly as if seeking Vinn with a mind of its own. âOh! It detaches! So itâs like a bladed whip, too!â
âPut that away! You have no idea what youâre playing with!â
âNah, Iâm good, now please die quietly, or at least making a funny noise!â
The weapon was extremely confusing. It moved with a mind of its own, one end reattaching and the other detaching at seemingly random swings, clearly not the Priestâs doing, wounding Vinn with each tricky, impossible twirl of the notched edges. Vinn, catching him by surprise, leaned forward instead of retreating anymore, as his back would hit the wall any second now, and clinched the Priest, trying to knock his weapon away, his superior positioning allowing him to elbow the Priest right on the wounded shoulder.
âHraaa!â
âYouâre done!â
But as Vinn went for another deadly grip, on the exposed parts of the Priestâs robe, thanks to the earlier bloody burst and the tugging their clinch had brought to their clothes, he saw something that he simply couldnât comprehend.
Just below the left shoulder blade, there it was, a tattoo that he was sure was the circular object wreathed in something spiky he briefly saw on the girl yesterday. Seeing this, he immediately shoved the Priest and made some distance.
âOoph! What...? Youâll really regret giving me space to move ag-- Huh?â
âYou... Are the girl from yesterday, arenât you? The one who helped me with Mathanac!â
â...â
âWhy are you doing this? Itâs you, isnât it? I recognize the tattoo. You are the same height, too, now that I think about it.â
â...Aha, shit.â
With his free hand, nay, her free hand, the Priest removed the large pig mask and tossed it aside. Behind it was a beautiful girl with striking magenta eyes and shoulder length white hair, her right lock dyed black. A tragically familiar face, with a pained, regretful smile.
Just yesterday, they were hanging out in the streets of Stroln, trying to find Mathanac a job.
âHey there, Mister Exorcist. Catâs out of the bag, it seems!â
âWhy are you doing this...?â the anguished Vinn inquired.
âHey now, itâs not like we are lifelong friends or nothinâ, donât get all dramatic on me. This is just... Who I am, really. One half of the Hog Priest, protector of Mythics, and seeker of clarity.â
âWhat does that even mean? Why kidnap so much people?â
âMister Exorcist... Vinn. Look, please, just walk away. Pretend this never happened. Itâs impossible for you to believe me right now, I understand, but you gotta trust me, we are doing this for the common good. It sure as hell doesnât look like it now, but this is all for the good not just of Stroln, but of the world. We need these people, and weâre not gonna hurt them or anything! I promise!â
âHow can I possibly believe that when every moment since I stepped in here has been a fight to just stay alive?!â
âIf Exorcists were the kind of people that you could explain things to, we wouldnât need to do this! You are decent, Vinn, but you are the exception! Exorcists are a rotten bunch! Thereâs simply no more time, we need to--â
In the middle of her impassioned speech, an alarm went off on the bulky wristwatch the girl was wearing.Â
â...Tsk. Vinn, this is my last warning.â she murmured, with softness and honesty, not a hint of hostility to her voice. âYou really are a good guy. I could tell from how much effort you put into helping Mathanac yesterday, and with how much respect you treated him. Please, walk away. Retire from the Exorcists, and leave Stroln. Itâs going to get ugly, and we need people like you in the coming world, people that will receive Mythics with arms wide open. If we meet again in these conditions, know that I will not show you a shred of mercy.â
â...The coming world? Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âGood bye, Vinn. And for both our sakes, letâs not meet again until the next world arrives.â
The wicked weapon in her hand suddenly turned black, and then seemed to melt. As the ink peeled from it, its true shape as a baseball bat returned. Pulling a little detonator from the robeâs pocket, the girl smeared some of the neon paint the other masks had across her face and smiled farewell as she pressed it, an explosion nearby blasting a hole in the wall.
                         ââ-
                                      Meanwhile, in another room,
                                      in another part of the building...
âIsnât the view up here just divine, Bastian Ashfield?â
âYeah, I gotta give it to you, man. Youâve gone and given me the perfect scenario, not gonna lie.â
âOh? Is that so? Would you mind elaborating?â
âI ainât much of a nature landscape fan, but urban stuff? Cities? My jam. Love âem. I also love interrogating domestic terrorists. In some minutes, Iâll be making you spit blood, curses, and answers while enjoying the beauty of Stroln in the afternoon, and that? Thatâs priceless. If I had a nice, bodacious babe to praise me while Iâm kneeing you in the throat, itâd be my second birthday, not gonna lie.â
âDamn right we do, and I dream the biggest of them all. So, are we done flirting?â
âVery much so, Ashfield.â
The banter was followed with silent sizing up, not one of the two men moving an inch as they stood on top of the main buildingâs rooftop. It had been an arduous, lengthy pursuit, but it all came to this. Face to face at last with the wanted criminal, Hog Priest, the Hydromancer was already grinning like a madman. He truly had been waiting for a chance to unwind, you see.
Without warning, a sharp, potent tendril of pressurized water lunged directly towards the Priest like a lance, only to be met with an invisible wall, mana sparks and the sound of magical diffusion concluding with a mass of useless water falling helplessly to the floor. Stretching his arms, the Priest let out a chuckle, hundreds of incense sticks popping out of his robes all over his body.
âWhat...?â
âVervain incense, Ashfield.â the Priest explained mockingly. âVery strong magic retardant. For once in your life, splashing water around wonât save you.â
âIncense Magic... Never thought Iâd come across someone wacky enough to weaponize it for combat. Still, defense seems to be your only strong point, so I just need to punch through and Iâll be gold.â
âAnd how do you figure youâll do that?â
âWell, I could do this, for starters.â
Just as suddenly as the first tendril, two massive jets of water erupted behind Bastian, propelling him with immense speed towards the Hog Priest, getting close enough to use a pressurized water slash that came a hair short of beheading the porcine foe thanks to his reflexes, managing to duck just in time with only the maskâs top being sliced off.
âWoah, man! What happened to that âinterrogationâ? Dead men tell no tales!â
âYou can survive long enough without a piece of your face, no biggie.â calmly explained Bastian. â...That incense only protects you against long range magic, huh? Makes sense. The farther magic is from its caster, the less magic emission remains in it. That incense of yours has a heavy enough disruption that spells with little emission remaining in them will not be able to penetrate it, but the emission of my holy water is strong enough to pierce through it if I am close enough... You knew this, however.â
âAstute observation, mister miscreant. How do you figure the last part, though?â
The Exorcist smirked. âYou have a pistol hanging by a holster on your right hip under those robes. You intended to keep me away by using it, rendering me helpless to hurt you from afar. And it could have worked, had you actually stopped flapping your gums and actually focused on the fight. Youâre not much of a fighter, are you?â
Impressed, the Priest couldnât help but lift his arms in not-so-mocking surrender. â...Guilty as charged. Iâm not a fighter, no. My partner handles the direct combat end of the business, truth be told.â
A vinyl scratch inside Bastianâs head brought him to a full stop. âWait, partner? Hold on, so the decoy that Vinn went after--â
As shock overcame Bastian, the crafty hog quickly reached for the gun on his hip, but Bastian, seasoned fighter as he is, immediately closed the distance again with two water propulsion jets.
âYou got too cocky, shithead!â Bastian boasted, as his arm ascended to direct the water Priestwards, a splatter of crimson blood and the horrifying sound of ripping flesh polluting the air as a scream of agony echoed in the skies above the rooftop.
â...Did I, now, dear Ashfield?â
âW-what the shit...?â
With a loud thud, Bastian hit the floor harshly after being sent flying, a gash on his chest oozing blood. On the other side of the rooftop, the still-standing Priest had two massive spikes protruding from his chest, red with the blood of the Hydromancer they just downed. Removing his robe and torn mask, the Priest revealed short black hair, a scar on the right side of his face, and amber eyes. He looked like he was in his late 30s, with a mostly skinny, not-quite-lanky frame. Most notoriously, he was fully clad in stitched-together leather, crudely put together and of different animals by the looks of it. His jacket, shirt, pants, and even boots, all made of patchwork leather. The spikes slowly retracted back into his chest, seamlessly disappearing into his body, staining his shirt with the blood that was on the horns.
âYou jumped the gun, friend, pun absolutely intended. You didnât even consider I might have a way to deal with you up close.â
The blood oozing from Bastianâs chest slowly stopped, and it seemed to being drawn back into his chest by an unnatural force. âOh!â the Priest exclaimed. âYour command of Hydromancy never ceases to amaze, Ashfield! Pulling your own blood back inside you with it! I guess it takes grit like this in order to live in the way you have.â
âS-stop talkinâ as if you know shit about me... What the hell was that...? I sense... Necromancy?â panted the wounded Exorcist, still on the floor, unable to move much. That statement made the manâs face shine with joy.
âYou have a good eye, Ashfield. This is failed Necromancy... A poor manâs version, a mere counterfeit. Like every other Necromancer out there, Iâll never be a full fledged master of the death. However, I have no interest in that, and just this much control is good enough for me. My specialty is leather, allowing me to temporarily revive and reform any animal from leather, just for a short while, but hey, thatâs all I need. Bringing back people is way out of my scope and ability, haha. What you experienced just now were the horns of a bull whose hide I have stitched on this shirt.â With a jolly stride and a confident gait, he approached the felled Hydromancer to deliver the last blow. âIt was great playing with you, Ashfield, but you are a big pain in the ass, so I gotta put you out now, see ya!â From his right sleeve, a tigerâs foot materialized, razor sharp claws at the ready, and... Nothing. Nothing happened afterwards, as a spike seemed to have pierced the leather-clad man right through his chest. â...Ah... Haha, curses... Youâre right, Iâm not much of a fighter...â Bastian simply smirked again.
âThanks for getting close enough to let me use my own blood on your shirt like that. Love ya.â Bastian had used the blood he had splattered on his assailant to pierce him from point blank range, incapacitating both men. It was pointless to even try to attack each other at this point, as the counter would kill the other.
âPretty fancy necromancy you got there, friend. Leagues more creative than your run-of-the-mill shithead kid who revives a rat or a feral dog... Asperges Me, Domine.â commented Bastian as he put his hand on wound, controlling the blood so it stays inside while using a healing spell to close the wound.
âMe? Fancy? Donât lie to yourself, Ashfield. Your Hydromancy is far more interesting. I donât know how you get away with it, but surely more people have noticed itâs a facsimile, right?â the necromancer retorted, producing a needle from his utility belt and injecting himself in the arm.
â...!â
The Priest missed naught a beat in savoring the shock on Bastianâs face. âHeh, I knew it. You tricky scamp, of course Iâd notice. I have plenty of experience and knowledge on spellweaving theory. You, sir, are no Hydromancer.â
âI command water, thatâs Hydromancy, so youâre not really making a lot of sense here, amigo.â
âOh, way too late to try and play it cool, friend. The cat is already out of the bag. Hydromancy is a traditional art of the Shaman school of magic. You befriend a spirit of water, make a pact with them, and with the spirit as a proxy, you gain control over the element of water. You, sir, have no such contract. Hydromancers are rare because it wouldnât make sense to limit yourself to a single element. If you can make a pact with a water spirit, you surely can do the same with the other elements.â
âThereâs plenty of ways to control water, Sir Pig.â
âYup, and you are employing none of them. A way to bypass the pact with a spirit is to master control of remote mana particle emission, but that would only allow you to project water at short range, and without much potency. Thereâs far more practical uses of such power, and you make no use of them, meaning you have no such mastery. I can prove you havenât made a single contract with a spirit of water as well, because you utilize holy water in your Hydromancy. Imbuing water with foreign energies, such as the holy energies of the Arc, is an insult to the spirits, and it would weaken your water, if not sever your pact with the spirit outright. Your water is most assuredly very powerful.â
â...â
âJust what are you, Bastian Ashfield? How come you can use water in the way you do? Could this be, perhaps, some sort of divi--â
âShut the hell up!â
His wound finally closed, Bastian haphazardly stood up, ready to continue the fight. With a resigned, if not bemused sigh, the incense master stood up as well. âMm, the drugs kicked in. Alright, letâs go, Hydroboy. Hit me with the best fake water you can muster, haha.â
âMan, props to you, you really get under my skin!â
As round two began, tendrils of water clashed with powerful tiger claws, pressurized jets of water were deflected by a tortoise shell, and a crocodileâs head was stopped from biting Bastianâs carotid artery just barely thanks to water spikes produced at the last second. The two men were evenly matched, and just as their dance was reaching its utmost violence, the large wristwatch on the manâs right wrist rang off an alarm.Â
â...Time flies when youâre having a blast. Well, Ashfield, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I must take my leave. This has gone long enough.âÂ
Producing a small detonator from his pocket, the man pressed it without any hesitation or explanation -- apparently learning something about not flapping your gums in front of the enemy and just doing what you need to do --Â and jumped off the railings of the rooftop, a series of explosion engulfing other parts of the warehouse complex.
âShit, wait! You!â Bastian yelled as he approached the railings. Looking down, he saw the man safely running down the side of the building. That is, manifesting two long and thick ostrich legs from his back that stepped with such strength that their feet dug into the concrete of the building, safety being able to descend that way. âBastard! He had it all planned...! I gotta get down there!â
âAdieu, my dear Ashfield! The nameâs Balthazar Wharwood! Forget me not! Haha!â
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âFatima, Daryl, help me shield the civilians from the debris! Nadja, go and assess the situation behind the building those two went to, itâs possible they might need your help with their escape if they havenât captured them yet!â
With a collective âroger!â, everyone got to their task as assigned by Fiona, Nadjaâs agile strides quickly getting her inside of the building.Â
âI gotta say, Chief! Yer pretty cool when ya ainât drunk off your ass!â excitedly proclaimed Daryl as he helped carry the no-longer hostile, but very much disabled civilians out of the dangerous warehouse.
âIf thatâs your idea of a compliment, my idea of gratitude will be to knock your lights out with a flawless right hook once we are out of here!â Fiona barked back.
âKeep your heads in the game, please! I cannot carry all of them safely without you to help me, even with this Manticore body!â pleaded Fatima as she carried as many people as she could on her back, safeguarding them with her wings.
Every couple of seconds, a new bomb went off, ever increasing the threat to the people in the premises. With just their limited numbers, they were saving as many people as they could.
                        ââ-
As Vinn finally reached the first floor, he made a beeline for the door that leads to the street, coming face to face with Nadja, who came from another hallway.Â
âAre you alright, Ingram?â
âIâve been worse, but no time to chit chat, sheâs getting away!â
âShe? The Hog Priest is a woman?â
âIâll explain later, but if you see a girl with magenta eyes and white hair, sheâs our mark.â
âAcknowledged.â
As the novice duo went into the street, there, in the distance, was the girl in the red robes with the baseball bat, alongside a tall, skinny man clad fully in leather. â...That must be the other Hog Priest next to her.â
âHog Priest is two people? What a day. Iâll take the man, you go for the girl, since you were fighting her recently, you know what tricks to expect from her.â
They both nodded and dashed with all their might towards the Hog Priest duo, but just as they were reaching them, a line of machine gun fire threatened to fill them with holes, the two Exorcists backing away at the nick of time.Â
âAh, just on time, Sir Gatling Knight!â Balthazar greeted with joy, grabbing the white haired girl by the hand and running away towards a black van that awaited them nearby. The girl herself had no words, and just looked at Vinn in the eye one last time, bitterness and disappointment in those magenta eyes, before facing the truck and never looking back.
âDarn! What was that...!? Ingram, back away.â
âDonât worry, Wharwood...â a muffled, sinister, if uninterested voice finally replied. âIâll keep them away from you while you run with your tail between your legs.â
From their left side, a tall man clad from tip to toe in riot gear with several ornate engravings, a ballistic helmet with a visor that hid his face, and a cape on each shoulder that draped over the entirety of each arm approached them, a heavy machine gun trained at them casually with just one hand.
âIâve no orders to kill you, but I can make an exception if you insist on pursuing them.â he announced not as a threat, but as a promise, the green machine gun disappearing behind the green cape, vanishing just like that.
âMove aside. Weâve no time to waste with you while they are escaping...!â Nadja commanded as she rushed not towards the van, but at the man himself. âYou can give us answers, too!â
âWait, Nadja! Donât!â
But Vinnâs warning came too late. In just the flash of an eye, Nadja lunged at the man with a stake, which he shot out her hand with a pistol he produced out of thin air behind the green cape, making her recoil from the shock. As she fell, from his other hand came a shotgun, which he pressed against her gut and shot, the blood she spewed staining his visor and riot chestpiece.
âG-guah...!â
âN-Nadja!â
âWorthless. You, boy. Donât make waste more ammo. The van is gone, anyways. You have no more reason to oppose me.â The armored man then simply threw the wounded Nadja at Vinn, turned around, and walked towards a manhole without the cover, presumably where he came from.
âWho are you? Why are you helping them?â Vinn asked as he tried to stabilize the wounded Nadja.
â...Iâm the Gatling Knight, and why I help them is none of your business, but mark my words, on my honor as a Knight, if you oppose them, then you are bound to face me again, and if that happens, Iâll shoot you down where you stand. The first time you see me is a warning. The second time is your funeral. Be smart and donât recklessly pursue your funeral. Now, tend to that fool. Her Domunus Tecum is flawless. If treated, she might survive.â
â...â
âHoh, thatâs a hateful glare, if Iâve ever seen one. Consider this, kid: You attack me now, you will meet the asphalt just as she did. You are exhausted from fighting Sacrifice, so youâre not at your 100%. I take you down now, and both of you die. You take her back, she might just make it. Your call. I can spare a few bullets, if you truly wish to force my hand.â
Cursing under his breath, Vinn had no choice but to carry Nadja back to where the other Exorcists were, as it was pointless to stay here, what with the Priests having escaped and his colleague nearing death with every passing second.
To call this operation successful would be a joke, Vinn though to himself.
â...And what did he mean by âSacrificeâ...?â
                        ââ-
                                                 August 7th
                                                 12:01 PM
                                             7th Officeâs Infirmary
â...And thatâs what happened on my end.â said Vinn, concluding his report.
âI see, we both had a dog of a day, it seems. Damn pigs...â the bed-bound Bastian said with a half-laugh. â...Never imagined the Hog Priest, well, Priests would show up like this and cause this much trouble mere days after you started. You must really be cursed to end with me as your partner and those two wackos as your first foes, bwahaha.â
The younger Exorcist couldnât help but laugh. âMan, the Academy really didnât prepare me for this, I want a freaking refund. How are you holding up?â
âDoc says I gotta chill for the rest of today and tomorrow, and I should be golden. Oh, dunno if you heard, but after yesterday, all six of us have been given today and tomorrow as days off to recover properly. Which sucks, because itâs two days I gotta spend cooped up in here. Well, at least the good doc will keep me company, right?â
âIâll just make it easy on myself and juice you up with so many painkillers that youâll simply sleep the two days away, honestly.â doctor Aria casually commented from the other side of the Infirmary, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
âAww, come on, Aria, you donât gotta be that way.â jokingly commented Bastian. Vinn was somewhat surprised at how well these two seemed to get along. Bastian getting along with anyone was kind of a surprise. âSo, yeah, go and take it easy, and... Discard that long face, boyo.â
â...Hm?â
âOh, donât HMM me, Vinn Ingram.â the Hydromancer chided. âI know your goody-two-shoes stiff little ass is probably all depressed because of how they got away yesterday. But, the fact is, the operation was successful.â
â...Was it really?â
âIt was. We all survived, for starters. Nadja is in critical state, but Aria here is the best Arc damned doctor Iâve met in my life, and that Iâll possibly meet in my life, plus, Nadjaâs Domunus was apparently strong enough that a point blank shotgun blast didnât shred her organs to pieces. That shouldâve killed her immediately, and yet, here she is. Sheâll recover, I guarantee it. The rest of us were just battered and wounded to varying degrees, but we pulled through. The civilians? No casualties whatsoever. The bombs were a distraction, and none of them were placed anywhere where there were civilians. Fatima, Fiona, and Daryl made sure to evacuate all of them and search several times for more of them. All the missing people have been accounted for. We rescued them, Vinn.â
â...I didnât consider it this way...â
âLook, man, I know seeing them escape is a kick in the dick, I know, but consider the rest of everything. Weâll get another shot at them, but had anyone died, thereâs no coming back from that one. Not all of them are gonna go all flowers and sunshine, and hell, look at you, you are practically unscathed. Compare and contrast with my dumb ass that got saddled in bed. Itâs fine, man. Youâll go crazy if you consider anything short of perfection a failure, man.â
â...Haha.â
âHm? Whatâs up?â
âNothing, nothing, itâs just so freaking weird to hear you be so nice and supportive, Bastian, thatâs all, haha.â
âYeah, and itâll cost you 5000 patros. I expect them by the end of the month.â
âHahaha, but really, thank, it helps a lot to hear thatâ Vinn said with a smile.
âOi oi, donât go smiling at me now, save those for nice girls, like the doc here. Hey doc, can I get a smile?â
Aria, without looking at him, just flipped him her middle finger.
âBwahahaha, yeah, love you too, doc. Alright, Vinn, go enjoy your day off. Trust me, youâll learn to treasure them.â
âAlright, Iâll just drop by the office to say hi to Nick and Dani and then go home.â
âGood idea. Oh, and Vinn?â
âYeah?â
âA bit late, but welcome to the 3rd Division. We are going to get revenge on those sumbitches when round two comes, yeah?â
âYou fuckinâ bet we will.â
It might not have been ideal, it might have been perilous, but what Bastian said was true, the operation was, ultimately, a success. A mass kidnapping prevented is indeed good news to numerous families, no one can deny that. The day was saved, and while the root of the problem is still alive, it would be foolish to not enjoy this little moment of peace, or so Vinn thought at least. Whatever little moments of peace he might have from now on, he must make the most of them, for he understands that this is merely the calm before the storm.
The girlâs words echoed in his head, particularly the âcoming worldâ she mentioned. Stroln was slowly but surely being submerged in conflict, and with it, the casualties that inevitably come from the crossfire. More than anything, Vinn wanted to prevent that.
The future looked uncertain and bleak for Vinn, but at the same time, he witnessed firsthand how capable the 7th Office was.
As the door closed behind him, Vinn walked away from the Office, ready to rest his body and prepare his spirit for the trials that he knew were coming, and that he knew Bastian and him and the rest of the 7th would deal with.Â
The world he wants rides on this, too, after all.
â...What a nice day for a nap.â
    Of incense, ink stains, and the murky menace lurking beneath it all:
                   â Chapter 3: Neon War Paint â
                               End
                                      To be continued in Chapter 4
The girlâs fragile body heaved and thrashed violently as the Exorcists chanted while holding the unholy presence prisoner to shackles affixed to their own bodies, each of the men standing on opposite ends of the bed.
â...Ut inimicos sanctae circulae humiliare digneris...â the older of the two chanted as the younger focused entirely on subduing the demonâs attempts to resist with a smaller, simpler chant.
The room was dimly lit, just four candles providing both lighting and ambiance to the grotesque or extraordinary, depending on who ask, scene that unfurled in front of the terrified parents of the possessed girl, flanked by the two focused men, one tall and with wavy hair that rested in a ponytail atop his left shoulder, the other sporting shorter, dark red hair, and a far more stiff posture that spoke of inexperience and anxiety. The girl was held in place by two large, thick golden chains of light that protruded from the very bodies of the two men, a most fetid and unholy spirit attempting to resist their intervention, convulsing and shrieking in tones both audible and inaudible to humans.
âI-Is she fine!?â blurted out the concerned father of the girl, his wife holding him back and âshhhâing him, urging him to be quiet as he was instructed. âI canât just sit around doing nothing while my daughter is suffering like this!â
âDonât worry, weâre almost done, sir,â replied the younger Vinn, trying to sound as calm and pleasant as possible, as if he wasnât wrangling a creature most foul by the tentacles. âMy partner is almost done with the-- Oh, here it comes, one second, please, I need to catch it.â
â...You need to catch it?â
âBenedictus Deus, Gloria Patri, Benedictus Dea, Matri Gloria!â
A blinding flash of light burst from the girlâs chest, and an ocean of pitch black darkness with dark red orbs that you might just mistake for eyes burst forth from her mouth, immediately being captured by Vinn in a small rectangular object, and just as fast as it came, it was gone. â...Eyup, thatâs a good one, now letâs scram,â commented Bastian casually, slinging his coat over his shoulder and heading to the exit.
â...Jeez. Sir, madam, your daughter is perfectly fine now. Sheâll be asleep for a couple of hours, but his work is as precise as he is rude, unpleasant, and smells bad in the morning. Now, I need you to come here for a second so I can give you the post-care instructions.â
âT-thank you so much, Mister Ingram! Our daughter is everything for us! Do tell us, if itâs any medicine or doctor, weâll pay for it!â the ecstatic mother raved, her tears of joy already streaming down her face.
As soon as they got close, Vinn grabbed them both by the back of the neck, a dull green light in his fingertips, and the coupleâs eyes went white for just a second. â...Huh? Who are you? Do you have any business with us...?â
âI said that the toilet is now completely fixed.â remarked Vinn. âIt shouldnât need any further repairs. It gave us a hell of a bad time, and the smell was horrible, but we sanitized the place while we were at it. Weâll send the bill later, have a good day!â
â...Oh, right! The toilet, yeah, darn thing, kept clogging up for no reason! Why, we had some good chili some days ago, and you wouldnât believe how hard it-- Oh, um, thanks a lot, Mister Ingram! See you around!â
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âNo oneâs looking?â
âNope. Let that bastard out. Imma let him have it.â
âOh boy, alright.â
The back alley where they stood was a spacious, convenient space between two large buildings, both made of brick, with a large green dumpster on the side, and out of the sight of any city crawler that wasnât looking for trouble. The backside of a large billboard promoting a popular soda brand hung above them as the older man spat on his hands, rubbed them together, and cracked his knuckles like a boxer about to despoil a champion of his belt. It was 2:34 PM, two men on the clock, two hands ready to guarantee the local hospital would see some action today, and two eyes that rolled at the outdated display of bravado, because, letâs face it, who the hell still spits on their own hands and rubs them together anymore? Only whatever few Pre-Amnesia cartoons that can be salvaged together do that anymore.
Vinn produced a cheap, common, and rectangular sponge from his breast pocket and squeezed it with all of his strength, a black sludge and a blood-curling scream oozing out of it. âOOWWW! Ow ow ow! Yo, hold on! No need to-- AHH! Please, come on, man, yeesh!â
As the viscous sludge hit the pavement, a vaguely person-shaped creature began forming as more and more sludge accumulated, until the sponge had been squeezed dry, and in the floor lie a young man, large and built, with broad shoulders and a body hugging t-shirt that flattered his physique. Heâd probably look very dashing if he wasnât already off the floor and against a wall, with Bastian Ashfieldâs firm grip on his neck.
âPossessing a little girl, man? Really? What shitter did you come from?â barked Bastian as he turned him around and seized his wrist, pushing him face-first against the wall. âWhat did you do to her? Lie, you piece of shit, lie right now and give me the excuse I need to smoke your ass right this instant.â
âWoah woah, man, calm down! I didnât do anything to her! It was just the olâ vitality drain, you know? A manâs gotta eat!â cried the demon nervously, struggling in vain to get out of the detectiveâs grasp. â...I did play a couple of pranks on those old folks, but I didnât harm no one, I mean, anyone, I swear!â
Bastian looked at Vinn, whose eyes were coated in the gentle light of Fallitur, the SSSD of True Sight. â...It checks out. Heâs saying the truth. He didnât do anything aside from getting nourishment and... Playing some pranks, I guess. This one reeks of milk, man. How old are you, 14?â
âAlright, perfect.â Bastian interrupted before the demon could answer, casually tossing him to the ground as he put his coat on. âVinn, you remember what I told you yesterday? That I needed to confirm one extra thing with you?â
âYes, and just as you did today in the morning, when you broke into my house in the middle of my breakfast, Bastian.â remarked the younger Exorcist with the slightest but realest hint of resentment in his voice, his delicious bacon and cereal interrupted by a certain hydromancer who stealthily got inside from a window. â...But you refused to say it because you need to be cryptic and vague and âmysteriousâ in order to make up for lacking manners and a personality.â Vinn punctuated the word âmysteriousâ by doing quotation signs with his fingers.
âWhereâs your sense of adventure and suspense, Ingram? Were you That Kid in school? The one that did sudoku during recess âcause he always lost at Hide and Seek?â -- Bastian laughed, since he clearly had gotten under Vinnâs skin -- âWell, whatever, look, you can handle sacraments and spells well, you can fight well, your heart is the right place, but I need one more thing outta you, one thing more important than those and, if you lack it, you are out of the game.â
Vinn was certainly irritated with his high maintenance and annoying partner, but it was true that he was very curious and intrigued about what this final requirement might be. â...What is it?â
âI need you to find this guy a job.â
âWhat?!â grunted the demon on the floor.
âWhat.â flatly responded Vinn.
âWhat~?â mockingly quipped Bastian, lifting his arms in mock surrender, saying it in a funny voice. âI said, you need to find--â
âBut why do I need to find this guy a job?â
âVinn, we are Exorcists. You remember what they taught you way back in the first year on the Academy? What is it that Exorcists do?â
âWe solve crimes related to Mythics or magic, and we--!â
â...You seem to have remembered something.â
Vinn brought his hand to his mouth, almost ashamed of himself. â...Itâs been so long... But yes, Exorcists... Solve Mythic and magic-related crimes, but they also serve as involved parole officers for minor crimes, which includes setting Mythics right, letting them know their rights, and assisting them in finding their place in society in a way that lets them live with dignity and a purpose.â
â...And assisting them in finding their place in society in a way that lets them live with dignity and a purposeâ. Bastian said these words alongside Vinn, his mocking demeanor gone and his hands reaching for a cigarette. â...Itâs definitely not unwelcome to know that you can crack skulls when you need to, and that you care about Mythics, but see, if you canât actually provide this help to them, then I donât need you. The Academyâs fucked up, ainât it? You spend one class in the first year talking about the supposed duty of the Exorcist, and then the rest of it all is learning how to pulverize them, or worst, how to smoke them. It never comes back up, does it? Not in the entire god damn MAB-approved and cooked curriculum. Well, Vinn, if you are going to truly help me set this rotten MAB right, you are going to show me you can do the most important job: Helping Mythics out for realsies. Not âbeating up Mythicsâ, not âgathering evidenceâ, but actually caring and showing concern for Mythics that deserve this help, that with just that little push, can find their place in this God forsaken city.â
â...â Vinn held his tongue tight because Bastian was absolutely right. The Mythic Affairs Bureauâs Mythic Law Enforcement Academyâs education was mostly based on immediately assuming Mythics were a threat to humanity, something that always bothered Vinn, but the fact that even then, all he could think about this current case was to just give the demon a warning and letting him go instead of doing his duty properly was enough to make shame itch from within his skin. Vivid memories of his time at the Academy popped into his head, all the spellcasting, all the sacrament learning, the weaknesses of Mythics, what items and elements were most effective at hurting each type, and among all of these, he had naught a memory of Mythic rights or how to properly help them. â...Oi, Bastian, generally speaking, how many Exorcists wouldâve killed this guy for what he did?â
Bastianâs face grew grim. â...Seven out of ten, Iâd say. They wouldâve truly and well exorcised him instead of just pulling him out. This oneâs weak, too, so they wouldnât have bothered like this, definitelyâ. The demon, who had gotten back on his feet but had not dared make a run for it, gulped visibly. âIâm going back to the Office to interview our lovely necromancer nurse. Help this guy out properly. Iâm not demanding you do this in a day, but put your truest and hardest into this. I want to see if you can really call yourself an Exorcist.â
As Bastian walked away, Vinn recovered his composure and approached the demon. Short, stylish black hair, tight black t-shirt, built physique, and jeans. He was dressed as the most generic Joe out there, but his particularly model-like physique set him apart, and heâd look handsome if he wasnât trembling in his sneakers. The somewhat red eyes of the demon avoided contact with Vinnâs green own as he uncomfortably shuffled in place. It was easy to see that he was not exactly calm, alone in a back alley with an Exorcist who had just caught him red handed.
âOi, calm down. My nameâs Vinn Ingram, and honestly, I am not going to harm you at all. I donât get kicks from kicking kids like you around, so come on, ease up, whatâs your name?â
â...How could you tell Iâm a kid? I am pretty sure I have the appearance of an adult male right now. Are you a really experienced Exorcist?â
âOh, uh, yeah, totally, Iâve been doing this for a while.â responded the man on his second day of work. âI just know how to tell Mythics apart really well by now. Demons especially.â
â...Mathanac. 17 years old, almost 18. This is my True Form, though, Iâm not trying to look older on purpose. Look, I realize what I did was wrong, so please, can we not do the smoking thing? I didnât hurt anybody, just maybe slid a couple of ice cubes down someoneâs trousers, and, um, maybe I printed out scary pictures and hid them behind the showerâs curtain... And...â
â...And?â
âWell, um, maybe I spun my head a couple of times to freak âem out.â
â...I canât even be mad at you for that one, itâs a classic.â
âYeah! See? So please, come on, man, just give me a pass here, Iâll really be on my best behavior! Donât put me in a room with that other guy, please.â
Vinn scratched the back of his head. Interaction after interaction, he understood one thing more and more with each word that came out of anyone that ever mentioned Exorcists: They were feared, they were dreaded, and they werenât welcome, not by the Mythics they were supposed to guide, nor by the Humans they were supposed to protect.
Turns out, this job wasnât as rosy or as noble as initially expected, if you have basic decency and a moral compass. Though he had serious personality problems, that was the one thing Vinn did like about Bastian: It was truly luck for him to be partnered with what seemed to be one of the few decent Exorcists in the line of duty, if the comments of anyone heâs ever met so far on the clock and his own experiences in the MLEA were anything to go by.
 â...Look, man, I am not going to hurt you at all. We are kinda close in age too, Iâm just 21. All I want to do is help you find your place in this city so you donât have to resort to possessing people again, and so you donât get in trouble again. Tons of Mythics live just fine and without causing trouble, so thereâs no reason to believe you wouldnât be able to as well.â
â...21?â Mathanac took a step back and stabbed Vinn with doubtful eyes. â...You just said you were a very experienced Exorcist, but you are just 21? Liar alert! You are trying to bamboozle me! Trick me, even!â
âOh! No no, uh, itâs just--!â
   Of kindred spirits, ink stains, and the reassuring caress of purpose:                 â Chapter 2: "Exorcistâ Is A Strong Word â
âSee! You are just another Exorcist that wants to have his kicks by smoking me the moment I decide to trust you!â
âAah, crap, look, sorry... Iâll explain, Iâll explain, please believe me.â Vinn sighed deeply, nervously fiddling with his hands just slightly. âI... Have been around demons since I was a kid. I know what to look for when trying to identify their age.â
Mathanac looked less panicked but no less confused than before. â...Youâve been around demons since you were a kid...? Arenât you an Exorcist? Isnât it your job to put us out of commission?â
âAhh, man, look, âExorcistâ is a strong word, I like to think of myself as a civil worker first and foremost, âcause to be honest, screw having to outright off Mythics for small shit, you know? Itâs not fair. I try to at least do my part, itâs what Iâve always aimed to do, since the first day I entered the Academy.â
The demon was taken aback. Demons are creatures fundamentally made of emotions, and they can read the emotions of others better than they can read between lines. Mathanac sensed no subterfuge or trickery behind the words of the young Exorcist, no matter how hard he tried to. â...I didnât think good Exorcists existed... You care about Mythics and demons for real, huh? You ainât lying.â
â...Iâd rather not get into it, but I kinda want to protect demons. Donât tell my partner I said that, though, I really dunno how much I can trust humans.â
The demon laughed. âArenât you a human, though?â
âYeah, I am, but I donât know shit about them, haha.â
â...Haha, what? What kinda oddball are you? Just in whose care did I get put? Man, todayâs wild, first I see a grown man scream like the shrillest kindergartener, and now I am face to face with an Exorcist who isnât a full on dickhead!â
âHey, better me than some human jerk whoâd outright freaking smoked you, man.â
The two laughed, the atmosphere clearly more light than when Bastian was around. â...You looked and talked real stiff when dealing with your partner and the girlâs parents, but you are all loosened up now, itâs killing me. Whatâs up with that?â
Vinn chuckled nervously. â...I donât know how to handle other humans too well, but demons are easy. You can just speak your mind, you know? No need to watch your words, âcause they understand you. Letâs get looking for your job, though, the sooner we are done with this, the better for the two of us.â
The demon and the Exorcist nodded, and off they went to the business district, but unknown to them, a pair of magenta eyes was fixed on them, having been watching them for a while now. Silent like the shadow of a ghost, the silhouette moved out, tailing them in secret.
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âSo, Mathanac, whatcha good at?â
And the first question was like a well placed hook right into the demonâs ribs. â...Ya think Iâd be out here possessing children if I was good at anything?âÂ
âIâm asking what is you primary emotion. Demons are fundamentally emotional people, and thereâs usually a main temperament to you from the moment you are born. We should start by picking something suited to your temperament.â advised Vinn, adjusting his coat and checking his phone. âI mean, itâd be stupid going to random places, hoping youâll hit it off by coincidence, yeah? Itâs better if we can reduce our options.â
Mathanacâs shoulders slumped and he let out a sigh. âI truly have no idea. My parents got... Smoked by Exorcists when I was a baby, apparently, and as soon as I could start possessing people, the family that had me âtill then sent me on my way. Never really had the talk with anyone that couldâve helped me figure this out.â
There was a moment of silence between the two men, with Vinn unsure of what to respond with when faced with this rather grim turn of events. â...Sorry to hear that, man. I, uh... Damn, sorry, I really donât know what to say, I donât want to patronize you, either.â The answer to Vinnâs condolences was a forced chuckle.
âDonât worry too much. My parents were apparently pretty damn vile, so it was inevitable. Thatâs also why I never really do any harm to whoever I possess, I mean, if these two dedicated demons got smoked in the end, someone far weaker like me would get pulverized in no time if I were to lay one finger on anybody. Iâm a coward by nature, so Iâd rather not sign my own death warrant if I can help it.â
âThat doesnât make you a coward, but jeez, alright, I guess our only option is to go to random places and try it out. Alright, so, how do you feel about the food industry?â
The demon boy raised his hand. âQuestion! I meant to ask this before, but how are you gonna get me a job just like that?â
Pulling out his MAB-issued notepad from his breast pocket, the young Exorcist flipped it open and showed a list of names and addresses to the inquiring demon. âThis is a list of places where, if we mention who we are, weâll be given freedom to get you hooked with a job as part of our parole officer duty. These are mostly Mundane-owned places, but they know of Mythics and such.â
The MAB has many connections, even with people outside the world of Mythics. Even though the majority of people in Stroln are Mundane -- that is, humans that are not users of any sort of sorcery or sacrament -- some Mundanes do indeed know of the world of Mythics that lies hidden under the surface of the expansive city for this or that reason. Generally, these Mundanes are visited by the nice, cordial chaps of the MAB, who politely request, without any sort of threats or implied violence, of course, that they sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement that, if breached, can result in red stains on the carpet. These NDAs contain pretty severe restrictions, but these can be lessened through various means, one of which is agreeing to participate in the MAB Parole System, which allows Exorcists get jobs for their assigned Mythics, no questions asked.
âSo that system is actually real? I had heard some people talk about it before, but I assumed it was just bluster.â exclaimed Mathanac in marvel. âYeah, letâs go for a bite.â
âYouâll be the one cooking, smartass.â
Not ten minutes later, Vinn introduced himself to the owner of a small diner, and got the owner to give Mathanac a trial day immediately upon mentioning the MAB. Though not comfortable with the clear fear in the ownerâs eyes upon hearing the acronym, it was a step forward for Mathanacâs rehabilitation.
â...Jeez, never thought the day would actually come...â the owner lamented as he opened a ledger and wrote some stuff.
âPardon?â inquired Vinn. âHow come you never thought the day would come if you are a part of the MAB Parole System? If you signed up for it, it is at least expected that you consider the possibility.â
âEh. Everyone signs up for that for the benefits, since no one actually makes use of it. Itâs the first time in years an Exorcist comes and brings it up, and the previous time it was brought up was when I was asked if I wanted to sign up for it. Just my luck...â
â...Please excuse me.â Strolnâs beauty and hospitality never ceases to impress.
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âAlright, you get to wait some tables today. Play nice and you can keep the job.â explained the young Exorcist as he sat by the counter. âI gotta watch you and review your performance, so just do your best. The owner says he wouldnât mind a mild demon like you on the payroll, plus, you got your looks going for you, which always helps in the service industry.â
âAlright, itâs worth a shot. Itâs just knowing what each person wants and delivering it, right? Yeah, easy peasy, got this in the bag, dontcha worry!â Mathanac boasted, getting changed into the dinerâs uniform and apron already.
The doorâs bell chimed, and in strode a new customer, almost too conveniently, just in time for Mathanac to test his waiting mettle. The customer was quite the sight, as well, with striking magenta eyes, a head full of shoulder length white hair with her right lock dyed black, and most notably, a lilac t-shirt that exposed her left shoulder, albeit it wasnât due to the shirt being designed with that in mind, but rather, it was too big for her. This would usually call attention by itself, but the most curious aspect of the t-shirt was the large ink stain on the front, clearly not part of the original article, which contrasted not too pleasantly with the lilac color of the clothes. With a smile and a joyful stride, she sat on a chair, looked at the menu briefly, and then looked at the Exorcist with expectant magenta eyes.
âOi, on table 17, go get her order, man.â chided Vinn, prompting the demon to make his debut in the food industry. As he watched the demon and the girl talk, the Exorcist checked his phone and texted Bastian.
                                    Is the interview going well?
marvelous
shes a dumbass but shes the real
deal no doubt
                                    Mathanac is starting with his job
                                    and heâs a pretty decent demon
                                    so I donât think this will be hard.
cool
im glad youre calling him by name
canât stay on the phone much longer
donât get cocky though keep an eye
on him
                                    Alright, mom.
There was nothing for Vinn to worry about! In the time spent texting with Bastian, Vinn had been keeping an eye on his demon: Mathanac had taken the order, brought the seasoning and sauces, the girlâs drink, the whole deal. Why, just now, he had set down the noodle soup she had ordered! No problem, no dilemma, it was in the bag. Right up until she wanted to put some salt on the soup and the cap fell off, dumping a mountain of tiny white rocks on the noodle soup, accentuated by the snickering of a certain demon, whose laughter immediately ceased upon receiving a powerful finger jab in the ribs.
âYou were doing so well! Why the hell did you think this was a good time for a prank!?â
âHaaa, oww, haha... Man, come on, thereâs no sin in adding some... Spice to a meal!â
Finger jab and a cry of pain that, if put through a translator, it would read âworth itâ.
âSaltâs not even a spice, dumbass. Maâam, Iâm so sorry, weâll get you a new bowl.â
âOh, no no! No worries, hmhm, it was pretty funny, no worries! Iâll pay for it, too. Iâd like it wrapped for take out, please.â replied the girl with a gentle demeanor and a pleasant smile as she stood up and got close to Vinn. âActually... That guyâs a demon, isnât he?â
Vinn took a step back, surprised. â...Guess you are not a Mundane.â The girl simply chuckled and lifted her arms in mock surrender, answering by just nodding. âAh, no, sorry, didnât mean to sound accusatory. Vinn Ingram, Exorcist with the Seventh Office of the MAB. Iâm helping this guy get a job, but...â
âOh? An Exorcist actually helping a Mythic? I see! And this is the part where I get careless, lower my guard, you ask for my papers and send me to jail over some little bit of bureaucracy, right?â she prattled.
âAhh, no, look, I wonât--â
âChill, Iâm just kidding. I know that you are really helping that guy out. I saw you guys before. I miiiiiight have overheard you, and decided to follow you.â -- the girl stretched --Â âYou got a little careless, I guess!â
âOh, she totally heard us, haha. Some Exorcist you are,â taunted Mathanac, coming back in his regular clothes and with the take out wrap. âThe boss fired the crap outta me, so I guess this is a good time to go to the next place. Ah well, food biz ainât my thing, anyways.â
The young Exorcist pinched the bridge of his nose. âOh, easy for you to say... Well, weâll get going then, and Iâd appreciate it if you could keep this to yourself, miss...?â
âOh no no, I wonât snitch on you, no worries! In fact, Iâm of a mind to come along. This should be fun.â
âYeah, no, I canât let a civilian get involved in an MAB affa--â
âOh, guess Iâm snitching, after all. Seventh Office phone number... +56 9 762--â
âWelcome to the group! Itâll be our pleasure having you come with us! Please donât get me flayed alive on my second day of work!â
â...Second day...â
â...Pff... Second day...!â
The demon and the girl, who could figuratively be said to also be a demon, said this in unison, one voice with concern, the other with palpable hilarity.
â...L-letâs get going.â
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The sky of Stroln turned pink behind the three young adults. Step after step, they would find a new place for Mathanac to work at. Step after step, Mathanac would do a prank and get fired. Step after step, the girl would laugh and Vinn could feel his hairline receding and his life becoming shorter. What he thought would be an easy job had turned out to be a nightmare. On top of the very building by the back alley where they had technically met for the first time, atop the billboard, the three sat, taking a short break, mostly for the sake of Vinnâs nerves.
Cracking open a can of beer, the young Exorcist sighed and drank half of it in one go. â...Haa... Mathanac, you are going to give me a god damn ulcer.â
âAh, look!â the girl exclaimed, pointing at another billboard from their vantage point. The other billboard had burns and scratches that made it impossible to read or make out in the slightest. âA Pre-Amnesia billboard, huh? Itâs a miracle that relic is still up.â
âOh yeah, I thought the same thing yesterday. I think that one is the same I saw. I guess no one wants to foot the bill for that one when thereâs this one here.â
âHmm? Is it rare for that burned-up billboard to be up?â Mathanac asked, apparently out of the loop. âI mean, they could just clean it and reuse it, no?â
âLooks like our little unemployed prankster isnât too cultured,â teased the girl. âDo you know what Pre-Amnesiac things are?â
âOi, buzz off, I was busy trying to survive these years, not learn the lore of the world, nature, and all things that surround us, oh mighty scholar,â jested the demon, always in a good mood, despite having been fired from 14 jobs just today. âWhatâs that about?â
Vinn threw the now empty can and produced another from a plastic bag nearby. âYou see those burn marks on the billboard? They arenât actually burn marks. No matter what you do, you cannot remove, repair, or erase them. They cannot be affected at all. Itâs unknown what caused those immutable marks, but whatever they hide, itâs as good as gone. Thatâs what happened to everything when the Amnesia hit.â
âMmhm! Books, movies, videos, virtual text files, photos, audio tracks, billboards, even the washing instructions in clothing... Itâs all gone. Not only did humanity lose its memories when the Amnesia hit, it lost almost everything that they had made or accomplished, too. 33 years ago, that was one hell of a show, I bet. Imagine coming by one day and not remembering a thing,â followed up the girl, a more solemn tone replacing her usual upbeat one.
Mathanac gasped. â...Woah, what? I had heard of some amnesomething stuff, but did it really hit the whole world? And it just erased everything? Thatâs nuts...â
âNot everything,â Vinn explained. âPeople forgot almost everything, and most information was outright gone and inaccessible, but not all. Thereâs many theories, but the most widely believed one is that the more something was recorded or known, the more it resisted the Amnesia. Thatâs why we know we are âhumansâ and that you are a âdemonâ, for example, or how we still know how to make stuff like the concrete mix for buildings. Had we truly forgotten everything, weâd have gone back to something that was apparently named the Stone Age. In fact, the Amnesia wasnât all encompassing: Thereâs entire groups of people dedicated to reconstructing Pre-Amnesia things, and they have been able to fully salvage books simply by finding enough copies of it and piecing together what isnât covered in those burn marks.â
The girl clapped and cheered. âItâs just as the nerd said! So basically, itâs weird that that thing has been there for 33 whole years and no oneâs cared enough to take it down. Some people are pretty sensitive about Pre-Amnesia paraphernalia, too, so I bet more than a couple of people have complained about it.â The clapping, however, caused the girlâs already loose t-shirt to shift even lower on her left shoulder, and Vinnâs eyes couldnât help but react to said shift, only to find what seemed like a tattoo next to the girlâs shoulder blade. He couldnât see it clearly, but it looked like a circular object wreathed in something spiky.
âNice tattoo. What is it?â
â!â The girl immediately adjusted her t-shirt back and forced a laugh. âAh, haha, you saw it. Yeah, um, itâs... Just some ink I got, just some tattoo, random impulse, really.â
âCool acting. You donât have to tell me if you donât want to.â -- Vinn stood up after emptying his second can --Â âMore importantly, what the hell do we do about Mathâs job?â
â...Mister Exorcist, you havenât realized yet?â
Vinn looked at the girl with confused eyes. âHavenât I realized what?â
âYouâre going at this the wrong way. Your heartâs on the right place, I mean, if anyone had told me about an Exorcist thatâs stuck by a demon through 14 disastrous jobs, I wouldnât have believed it. Since you truly want to help this idiot, Iâll help. First, what has been the reason for his gold medal record in getting fired?â
The Exorcist scratched his chin. âHe keeps making pranks. No matter the job, he keeps doing something mean but kinda funny, and that ends up getting him booted... Actually, now that I think about it, he was doing pranks on people when he had possessed the little girl, too.â
âWhat can I say? I like adding that extra oomph to stuff, man. It just ainât me to do something serious.â
The girl had opened her mouth, but words were unnecessary when she noticed the young detectiveâs eyes, which were wide open, as if he had struck a realization. â...Seems youâve realized it, Mister Exorcist! You were trying to fit a squ--â
âI was trying to fit a square peg in a round hole!â declared the young man, his vim returning, his eyes ablaze. âMathanac, follow me, I want you to try something.â
âHuh. Sure thing, letâs do this.â
The three got off from the billboard, the sky already dark, but the day definitely not over, not just yet.
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Mint Hill Street. Not a main street by any means, but one that does see a lot of pedestrian activity. Many shops, offices and apartments compose this hillside road, with busy people darting by and lo twenty four-seven. Today was a day like any other in this busy street, but with one main, loud, and colorful difference. Standing in the middle of a small crowd, a man in a bright red wig and a big red nose clamored to his loving audience. His oversized suspenders contained all sorts of artifacts of hilarity, and he seemed to be the one that had the most fun of them all, even if the audience was all smiles.
âHmmm?â the colorful man expressed, upon noticing the not-so-smiling face of a little girl. âWhy the long face, little fella? Did something happen?â
âAhh... No, itâs nothing, Mister Clown, itâs just, the last few days Iâve been exhausted, as if something had been draining my energy... Iâm feeling better now, but it was a couple of weird days, and I donât remember much... B-but I am enjoying your show here!â
âWhy, I feel like you are trying to bamboozle me! Trick me, even! With a face like that, you corner me, nay, force me to have to utilize one of my secret...â -- the clown exaggeratedly looked to both sides before coming close to the girl and muttering the rest --Â â...one of my most secret techniques, just for you! Now, tell me, whatâs your favorite animal?â
âI like cats!â
âThe contract is sealed, little girl!â
The clown produced a balloon from his pants, inflated it, and began shaping it like a cat. âSee,â the clown announced. âThis fellaâs name is Missifus, and heâs such a lovely cat! And he likes lovely little lasses that smile brightly! Now, whereâs one such girl? Hmmm? I donât see one...â
âHehe! Me! Me!â
âOh! Who are y-- N-no way! Are you the same little girl from just now!? What a radical change! Oh, this wonât do, this wonât do! See, Missifus loves girls who smile, but his family will get jealous if he leaves with someone with a smile this good!â
The little girlâs face was about to droop from the disappointment before the clown continued. â...Thatâs why they have decided that they will all come with you!â
In a flash, four other balloon cats of different colors appeared out of seemingly nowhere, crowding the happy girl with lots of cute balloons, which her parents helped hold as they all smiled in gratitude to the clown. The crowd cheered, and many coins and bills filled the outstretched blanket in the ground, where the audience was free to donate to the performer.
âHaha! Iâm glad you enjoyed the show! Letâs call it a day for today, yes? See you around!â And with that, the clown packed his things and quickly left, disappearing into a back alley, where he removed his wig and nose, and came face to face with Vinn and the girl, who were cheering and clapping for him.
âI canât believe I know a star! Please sign my shirt!â congratulated the girl, patting Mathanacâs shoulder. âNo, but for real, that was pretty good! You sure it was your first time?â
âEyup! Never done this before, but it felt so natural, and I feel so... Satisfied.â
âYou gave one hell of a show, Iâm impressed, man. You were the one having the most fun out there. So, it was the emotion of âlaughterâ, huh?â Vinn commented, writing on his notepad.
âIt sure seems that way. I feel much better and more fulfilled than any time Iâve ever possessed anyone.â
âDemons can get sustenance in many ways, but the main and most effective way is to be exposed to the emotion that governs their being. So it makes sense that you would feel like you just had a feast from making so many people laugh. I take this to mean you wonât be possessing more people?â
The demon laughed and clicked his tongue. âNo, sir, no more of that for me... And, Vinn? Thanks, man, for sticking with this idiocy for as long as you did. You had no reason to, but you did it. I swear I wonât cause any more trouble.â
âItâs incredible, isnât it? Good Exorcists exist! Out of all the jokes I saw a literal clown make today, that one is the best one! Just quit that job and join Math as a clown already,â the girl jested and she playfully pocked Vinn in the ribs with her elbow.
âJeez, I get it already... Man, it feels weird to be praised for just, like, not being a dick, haha. Well, thatâs case closed, then. I gotta check in with you now and then, Math, since I am still technically your parole officer, so--â
âYeah, no problem, dude, hit me up whenever, we can hang out or something.â interrupted the demon, having no problem with this arrangement at all. âIâll be on busy streets like this one mostly. You can easily find me by looking for the tall guy with the massive red nose.â
The three laughed and then realized that it was already night. âWell, today was a pleasure, but I gotta get going. Nice to have met you, Mister Exorcist and Math! Best of luck!â
âAh, wait! Thanks a lot for your help! I wouldnât have made it without you!â Vinn quickly exclaimed.
âDamn right you wouldnât, haha. Everyone has a role in this world, see? You just gotta figure out what it is, whatâs that little something you are good at, and then, the road is easy. Well, see ya! I hope you help many more Mythics!â And with that, she was gone.
â...So what was her name, anyways?â
âIunno. She never said. Well, Math, see you around.â
The city of Stroln was far from perfect. Crimes that affect both Humans and Mythics keep happening, unimpeded and shamelessly. Abuse of power is common, and in the end, you can only truly trust yourself and those close to you to keep you safe. But, today at least, Mint Hill Street was made a livelier place, thanks to a certain colorful man, and the man that helped him get there.Â
Every wall starts with a brick, after all.
                           ââ-
The large steel door covered in graffiti closed behind the lithe girl, who confidently stepped into the comfortable darkness, magenta eyes barely visible in the pitch blackness of this nondescript building. Far ahead, a little light finally could be seen, and near it, a man in red robes sat on a table, reading a book. The closer the girl got to the man, the stronger the scent of chamomile incense became. As she stepped out of the darkness and into the dull light, the manâs eyes turned to her, and he finally waved.
âBack late today, arenât you?â
âSorry! I kinda got distracted by something. It was an interesting day,â the girl explained, setting the take out wrap on the table.
The older man in the robes gestured for her to have a seat. On the table, two plates of hot food were ready to be feasted upon. âThatâs great to hear! Tell me about it while we eat.â
The girl gasped and immediately took a seat. âAwww, Balthazar... You held off on dinner to wait for me? Thank you, ehehe...â
âOh, it wasnât much! So, tell me! You seem to be very happy.â
âYeah! So, like, I came across an Exorcist cornering a demon in a back alley. I was ready to eviscerate him, when I noticed that he was actually helping him!â
The manâs eyes were wide open. âWhat, for real? Like, actually helping him? Hey, Iâve told you lying is pretty tasteless!â
âNo no, for real! I couldnât believe it either, but he was legitimately helping out the demon, so I joined them to see where it would go, and--â
âI see you two are enjoying a late dinner as usual.â
The elegant, feminine voice came from the shadows, from whence an alluring silhouette emerged. As soon as her words were heard, the white haired girl in the ink stained shirt held her tongue and looked away.
â...We are, Alkelda. Anything we can help you with?â said the man, quickly locking eyes with the elegant shadow.
âFour days from now, weâll be conducting our experiment. I assume you know what this means, right?â
âYup. You need your test subjects soon, right? Donât worry, we already have it scheduled. Weâre planning on getting them tomorrow, so relax. We are ahead of schedule.â
âOh? My, it pleases me how efficient you and your... Partner are, Balthazar. I assume itâs just you two, as usual?â
âYup. Weâll be going out to get them tomorrow. Weâll bring them here, so have the pens ready to receive them.â
âMhmhmhm... Excellent. Well, enjoy your meal, Balthazar and Sacrifice. You have a busy day tomorrow, from what I can tell.â As fast as she came, the silhouette was gone.
If disgust had a shape, it definitely was the girlâs face right now. â...Canât get used to that bitch...â. The man simply laughed at that comment.
âJust go to bed, and take it easy. Itâs all in the name of clarity. Weâre almost there, we canât let personal grievances get in the way so far in the game.â
âYes, itâs all in the name of clarity... Yes! Indeed! Yes! You are right! See you tomorrow Balthazar. Thanks for having dinner with me!â
The girl hurried to her room, and locked the door behind her.Â
â...Everyone has a role in this world, see? You just gotta figure out what it is, whatâs that little something you are good at, and then, the road is easy...â
Red robes that matched those that the man wore hung from a rack, beneath a large, realistic, almost grotesque full-head mask of a pig.
â...For some, that role is that of an entertainer that gifts laughs to those around them. This is admirable.â
A small jar of a bright liquid sat on the dilapidated desk opposite to her bed.
â...For some, that role is that of a seed of hope among a rotten crop, doing what they should, and yet, they donât. This is admirable.â
A long baseball bat, inscribed with runes, leaned against the wall, next to the robes.
â...For some, that role is that of the ultimate sacrifice that will save all, in the name of clarity...â
A slender, pale finger ran across the repulsive mask.
â...This is admirable.â
  Of kindred spirits, ink stains, and the reassuring caress of purpose:                 â Chapter 2: "Exorcistâ Is A Strong Word â
                            End Â
                      To be continued in Chapter 3: Neon War Paint.
â...And why in the world are you here so early?â sighed a puzzled Nicholas as soon as he saw who opened the loud, creaking iron door at 5:26 AM this fine Monday, the paradise composed of only him, his keyboard, and his files crumbling to pieces.
At the other end of the already small room that was made even smaller by the sheer volume of papers, folders, and the occasional pizza box scattered around, the door swung open, and in strode a tall man with wavy, long dark brown hair, tied in a ponytail that rested upon his left shoulder, clad in a padded coat that was both well worn and ready for more, owing to its clearly wonderful, if pragmatic make, and, under the loosest of definitions, âwearingâ a red necktie, as shoddily tied as youâd expect of someone whose desk consists of a spilled coffee mug, two billiards balls in an office without a billiards table, and no paperwork to speak of.
âYou could at least tie that thing properly if you are going to storm in so early, man.â followed up Nicholas Dunbar after the manâs lack of a reply. âChiefâs gonna chew you out again if you donât at least make an attempt to not look like the slob you are.â
âNah, Iâm good. Iâve always been honest, after all.â replied the man nonchalantly, throwing his coat to the nearby couch before sitting down on his desk, immediately propping up his legs on top of it.
âYeah, thatâs good and all, but you always end up somehow dragging me into his lectures about dress code, and honestly, I donât gotta deal wi--â
âI understand that you are a gold medalist in bitching and that you love being cooped up in this man cave all nice and cozy by your lovely, lonesome self, but before you give me some more of that classic Before 9:30 AM Nicholas love, Iâd prefer if youâd give me anything new regarding Brown Noteâ interrupted the man as he fiddled with his tie. Nicholas sighed in an unfortunately trained manner, his eyes saying âoh boy, here we go againâ in the language of rolling.
âJust like yesterday, and the day before, and the one before that one, no, Bastian, nothing new on Brown Note. You know youâre the first one Iâll tell if we get any information on him, but you have to be patient.â Nicholas sighed and sipped on his coffee before removing his glasses.â And... Well...â
Bastian stopped fiddling with his tie as soon as Nicholas, a man whose dictionary doesnât include weird things like âtactâ or âsensibilityâ, stumbled upon his tongue before saying something. âWell? Whatâs eating you? Just say it, man... Oh, I know whatâs going on! You are going to assign me another haunted house case! Nope! No way! I just got the splinters outta my damn ears this morning, not to mention the settlement with that stubborn ghost and all that damn goo on my hair whenever he sneezed, and---â
âWell, see, Bastian... Office Chief Hallvard and Chief Toshiro... Assigned you your new partner.â finally spat out Nicholas, rubbing his glasses with a wipe, masterfully avoiding eye contact with Bastian with all the grace of a dog that knows he did something wrong.
âYeah, and your glasses look good on you, while we are at it. So, about Brown Note, I think we have to--â
âBastian, Iâm serious. And so is the chief. You have a new partner.â
âI donât do partners, Nick, you know that, he knows that, now, jokes aside, I think I am starting to understand a pattern with Br--â
âBastian, the Chief made it very clear that this is a direct order from HQ. You are to have a new partner. Itâs been decided, man, and frankly, you... Look, I hate to say it, but you have to move on, not for the Office, not for the Chief, but for yourself. You donât deserve to knock yourself like this for so long. Roderickâs gone, and it wasnât your fault. It pains all of us, it pains you more than anyone, no doubt, but the rules are the rules, and you need to come to terms with the present already. Youâve been like this for seven months.â
Bastian looked like his gums were about to furiously flap at the helpless assistant, but before his tranquil rage slipped through jaded words and venom tongues, his face morphed into that very relatable and very familiar visage of âOh.â. He quickly whipped out his cellphone and confirmed the date: August 4th. âYou gotta be chewing my-- Hallvardâs putting me with a greenhorn!?â
âYupâ calmly replied Nicholas, his head cool once more as he adjusted his glasses. âAugust 4th. Todayâs the day when the newest graduates of the Mythic Law Enforcement Academy officially begin working. You have been assigned one of the graduates as your new partner, and you two already have a case.â
One quick look at Bastianâs face could tell thousands of words, most of them indecent and some even horrifying, but he knew that, against a direct order from HQ, he couldnât get away working solo anymore. Finally tying his necktie properly and brewing himself some coffee with the worn out coffee maker, the tall man finally settled down, something that didnât escape his colleagueâs attentive and somewhat frightened eye.
âBastian, you are not thinking what I think you are thinking.â
âWhatever could you possibly mean, my dear Nicholas?â
âYou are going to scare away the newbie!â
âWhat!? I would never do such a thing~!â
âBastian, I swear to the Arc, you got away with it before, but you canât just bully your way into... Well, having your way, man!â
âBig words coming from the guy who couldnât stop laughing when the Ogre Incident happened!â
âDude, that was hila-- No! Itâs not right! Donât do this a fourth time, come on, Bastian! You canât keep getting away with... Pfff... When the ogre... And the new guy... Ppffffff! N-no! Bastian, please, just please try it honestly this one time!â
âNicholas, brief me in our case, if you will.â smugly and softly asked Bastian, a wry grin plastered on that oh so punchable face.
â...By the Arc, you monster... Whatever, so, ahem...â -- the assistant holds out the freshly printed sheet of paper -- âThereâs been some necromancy sightings. No felony reports, yet, but from what weâve been able to tell, itâs definitely necromancy.â Nicholas explained, still trying to contain the faintest hints of laughter from remembering the Ogre Incident.
âOh, great, another freaking knucklehead reanimating stray dogs or sewer rats?â
âSee, this is where it gets interestingâ replied a serious and compelled Nicholas, inching forward on his seat as he opened a file on his computer. âItâs real necromancy. The actual, for realsies deal. Weâve not seen anything like this before.â
Bastianâs playful grin disappeared immediately. âReal necromancy...? Wait, so people...? Reanimated humans? Actual damn humans...?â
â...Yup. And you know whatâs the weirdest part?â -- Nicholas produced a cigarette pack from his chest pocket and extended it towards Bastian, who took one --Â âThey are not doing a single bad thing. They are simply living as they usually did. Itâs mostly senior citizens, and we only noticed due to the signs of strong magic residue a couple of neighborhoods presented... And, uh, the signs of decay on these otherwise perfectly fine people. You need to investigate... Well, whatever the hell this is.â
âWhat...?â Bastian drank from his coffee and tried to digest this information for a second before reaching for a seemingly discarded pizza box, getting a slice of cold pizza from last night and biting into it. âSo you are telling me this is one of the few cases of actual Necromancy, not just some punk kids, weâve ever gotten, and that they are not even thralled or doing, hell, unholy stuff or whatever, they are just chilling? This forgotten art just being used for kicks? What the hell is this? Why are they giving this case to me and some new runt?â
The assistant shrugged and adjusted his glasses. âIf I had to take a guess, itâs the Chiefâs way of apologizing to you for giving you a partner?â. Hearing this, Bastian let out a roaring laughter, stood up and headed towards the door.
âThat fucking Hallvard... He knows how to play me, alright. Sure, fine, whatever, runt or not, this case is gold. Nick, whatâs the kidâs name and address?â
âVinn Ingram, and he lives close by, at 364 Mint Hill Street, third floor. Why do you want to kn--â Nicholas immediately stood up, realizing too late what was going on. âBastian, dude, donât you dare--!â
âBye, darling! Gonna go pick up my new partner like the lovely, lovely nice guy I am! Iâm on the case!â was all that Bastian said before he vanished behind the creaky old iron door with an almost dance-like stride.
âOh boy... Well, itâs his problem now. I hope he doesnât scar him for life. Well, now, lots of stuff to file today, so letâs get to it before the others arrive.â finally sighed Nicholas, this maelstrom truly and well out of his hands. Opening a drawer, he produced an old, pre-amnesia large novelty lighter in the shape of a comically oversized pistol with any and all inscriptions and numbers in it covered by burns and made impossible to discern, pulled the trigger, and lit his cigarette. âRight, letâs start by reporting this... Case 898VH7, Mint Hill Office. Exorcists on the case: Bastian Ashfield and Vinn Ingram, and hereâs hoping the latter makes it out alive.â
      Of hospitals, Hippocratic... Suggestions, and a lot of cyber dogs:
                 -- Chapter 1: First Day At The Job --Â
A new suit, pressed and pristine.
A new tie, bright and never once worn.
A hearty breakfast, with bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
Today was it.
â...Right, gotta make a good first impression. Canât mess up the very first day. I finally graduated, now I get to make an actual impact on the Mythics on this city. No more theory, no more trials, nowâs the real deal!â
A young man with short dark red hair and green eyes stood in front of the mirror, awkwardly trying to tie his necktie properly. It wasnât the first time he had done it, but formal wear had always been weird to him. The suit, however, looked right at home on him: A two piece suit, dark with the faintest grey hues, underneath which was silver sleeveless vest, a black shirt, and a light blue necktie, impeccable and promising, worn for the first time. As great as it could look, however, it didnât pacify the young man inside of it, nervous about his first day at his new job. He kept talking to himself as if trying his hardest not to panic.
Yet, was it panic or excitement?
âHair, check. Suit, check. Deodorant...â -- the young man sniffed himself over --Â âCheck! Alright, I ate my breakfast and got everything ready. If I arrive 30 minutes early on my first day, itâll be a great first impression, heh!â
Grabbing his keys, wallet, and cellphone, the young man in the suit couldnât be more ready. Any ambushes on him right now would be futile. Surprises would be meaningless. There was no stopping him now, he was ready!
*ding dong*
Or so he thought before the bell, like a hammer, crushed all of these thoughts into shards. âWh-- No one knows I live here, who in the world... Yes! Iâm coming, one second!â
The man quickly ran at the front door, and upon opening it, found himself face to face with a tall man in a padded vest, wavy ponytail resting on his left shoulder.
ââSup. Ingram? Vinn Ingram?â
âY-yes, thatâs me, who are y--â
âYou are still not out? You have the gall of living just a couple of blocks away from your workplace, and you are still not there?â
âWoah there, heyâ immediately interjected Vinn. âWho are you? How did you know where I li--â
âAshfield. Bastian Ashfield, Exorcist working at the Seventh Office of the Mythic Affairs Bureau, housed at Mint Hill 1178, which is, again, just a couple of blocks from here. We didnât have to meet here, you know?â
Though he looked brusque and was certainly not polite, the tall man in front of Vinn carried an air of authority and command to him that you wouldnât expect from someone as young as him. Between his posture, body language, and his words, he had stolen any momentum Vinn might have presumed to have. This âBastianâ fellow looked like if a Rottweiler and an assault rifle had a child, and this child had grown to bully kids in high school. âThatâs the office I was assigned to... But, it said on the e-mail that you guys start working at 9:30, itâs just ten to 9:00, isnât this a bit too early?â
âIâm glad you know how how to read mails!â Not a single full second passed after Vinn had finished talking before Bastian was already replying to him. âNow I just wish you actually took this job seriously, kid. 9-god damn-30? Thatâs when we are officially open. You get your ass to the office at 8:00 on point at the latest, so you can prep right, talk to your team team properly, and be ready for what the rest has for you. At 9:30, at the Seventh, we move out, but âworkâ? Work starts way damn earlier. Are you taking this seriously, Ingram?â
âI am taking this seriously, I graduated with--â
âYou graduated with top scores. Top of your class and year. Big damn claps for you, âgrats, you did well on some piss ass tests, you knew how to answer multiple selection questions, allow me to pay you a prostitute, you utterly priceless son of a gun. Donât mean shit if you donât take this seriously. Let this be the last time.â
âWhat is your problem?â Vinn replied.
âLittle shits like you that think this is a game are my problem, that they can get in for the perks and the âfancyâ feeling that they are special or what not, without realizing lives ride on thisâ immediately retorted Bastian, turning back and heading down the aisle towards the stairs. âLetâs get going, boy. We have our first case already.âÂ
The man with the ponytail stopped in the middle of the aisle, without turning back to face Vinn. âAh, yeah, you have been assigned to me as my partner. Nice to meet you.â
â...Wow, alright then.â Vinn looked at himself one final time in the mirror, closed the door behind him, and went downstairs. That is one way to start your first day at the job.
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Old buildings next to new buildings, big billboards, empty cafes getting ready for the day, and children making their way to school, some of which were clearly Mythic kids disguised as Humans, if you knew were to look at the disguise magic they had on. The sky was a âway too damn earlyâ cloudy, and the AC in the car was about the only thing that kept the two men from freezing to death in the cold, cold cityâs morning. Just another day on Stroln City. Vinn was ready to unfasten his seat belt, but the car didnât stop at what looked like the office. â...Arenât we stopping by?â
âNope. Any time spent there can be spent working. We are going to Marcelino 913. Go over the case notes while I get us there.â
âNecromancy, right?â Vinn responded immediately. âI was sent the case details over e-mail as well. Actual, real necromancy... Not what I expected my first case to be.â The young exorcist rubbed his chin. âAnd more strangely, we have a subdue order, not a termination order.â
â...Hold on, what?â
âYeah, it says right here, lookâ
Vinn tapped the screen of his phone a couple of times and showed the screen to his partner on the wheel, highlighting the order details.
â...So they actually sent a mail with...â
âHm? Sorry, what was that?â
âOh, uh, no, yeah, that is very weird. A subdue order for a transgression this big...?â
âYou didnât know?â
âMan, I just assumed, I mean, Iâve gotten the order to smoke Mythics for way less, a capture order for a straight up Necromancer is crazy.â
Vinnâs posture changed, and he just gave a small nod, which Bastian noted but didnât comment on. âWell, whatever.â continued Bastian. âLetâs get this done with. Iâll drop you off at Marcelino, then Iâll go at the other two neighborhoods where sightings were reported. I know you are crazy to start blasting things after finally graduating, but this is part of the job, too, got it? We interview and we get information right and proper. Donât like it? Thatâs too b--â
âI know what this job entails, and you are trying way too hard with that âkidâ thing.â Vinn coldly interrupted, looking out of the window at an old billboard with indiscernible text due to the burn marks on it. âA pre-amnesia billboard...? How is that thing still up...?â the young man thought to himself.
âOh, you did remember to bring your balls! Glad to see you arenât a complete pushover.â Bastian remarked with a slimy grin, tapping his fingers against the wheel to the rhythm of the music. âIf you donât have any questions, thatâs all.â
âI do, actually. Smoking... Mythics. Does that happen often?â
â...? You do know we are Exorcists, right? Itâs kinda self explanatory from the name. Do you go the library and ask âdo people read books here or what?ââ
âA difference, if I mayâ interrupted the new Exorcist. âSubduing is one thing, termination is another, but âsmokingâ adds a whole new layer of fucked up, if I may. If a criminal is doing objectively bad things, yeah, then we take action, but... Look, I guess what I am asking is... For exactly how little a transgression will we be âsmokingâ Mythics?â
Bastianâs fingers ceased their rhythmic tapping and, for the first time today, he wasnât immediately vomiting words back at his new partner. â...Sometimes, for very little things, more than I am comfortable with. Sometimes, we donât do the termination, because the piece of shit in front of us has good connections. Sometimes, we get âwrong informationâ, and we end up smoking perfectly god damn innocent Mythics just for the benefit of some asshole with big bucks and bigger influence, and sometimes--!â Holding himself back in time, the senior Exorcist realized he was raising his voice. The yelling wasnât what surprised Vinn, it was the fact that it was the first show of true emotion Bastian had shown in the day. His eyes were those of an extremely bitter man.
âSo basically, thereâs a lot of--â
Before Vinn could say anything, the car stopped dead on its tracks, and Vinn had to put his hands forward to avoid smacking his face against the glove box.
â...Weâre here. Get good info or donât bother calling me.â
âAlright, mom.â
The car took off, and Vinn was left by himself, much to his relief. Just a few steps away from him was the house of one Hirose Akane. ââSmokingâ Mythics, huh? Whatever, letâs just focus on this...â. The young Exorcist approached the house and rang on the bell, waiting just briefly before the owner responded.
â...You must be with the MAB?â
âGood day, Miss Hirose. Indeed, I am Vinn Ingram, Seventh Off--â
âCome in.â is all she said before disappearing right back in the house.
âWell, then.â muttered a disappointed Vinn to himself, his first professional introduction in his job completely and utterly thwarted.
Inside the house, tons of trinkets lined the walls, a bizarre ox sigil was emblazoned on almost every piece of furniture, and the pungent scent of mana permeated the room with two sofas and a small center table, where tea being served by a small paper shikigami awaited. This was no civilian house, this was clearly the house of a mage, possibly an onmyoji, to be precise. Akane, a woman no older than 22, sat on the sofa, a sour expression that she didnât even try to hide plastered on her face. Vinn stepped forward after she looked at him with curious eyes, as if wondering why he hadnât taken a seat yet. âNot a single easy person on the first day, hahaâ he thought to himself as he took a seat.
âWell, I wonât take much of your ti--â
âHere.â again interrupted Akane, putting a daunting stack of papers on the table.
Vinn took the papers and gave them a quick-over. The names of Akane and presumably her family were in there, as well as several stamps and signatures. âWhat are these?â
âMy documentation. Iâm legit, as is everyone in this household. We are certified with the MAB, so thereâs no problem with us practicing magic.â
â...Maâam, there must be a confusion, I didnât come here for this. I... Didnât need to see this. Iâm here regarding the necromancy sightings near Marcelino Street.â
âOh, please, you were going to ask me for my documentation. You Exorcists always do this, trying to find the slightest flaw, the smallest chink in the armor. Well? All our papers are up to date. Write it down on that notebook, will you?â
Taking a moment, Vinn noticed six peeping eyes looking from a barely open door across the living room, eyes belong to children. With a resigned sigh, Vinn flipped through the onmyojiâs documentation rapidly and just put it down unceremoniously, just writing random lines on his notepad to at least assuage her nerves.Â
â...Miss Hirose, can I ask you something?â
âAll the paperwork is good!â
âYes, I know, you are in the clear, and you havenât a thing to worry about, thatâs not it. I want to know... Are Exorcists, well, really that bad?â
The fact that Vinn had not contested any of the paperwork and looked genuinely puzzled confused the home owner. âWhat...? You arenât here to... Hm, yeah, I guess you areâ -- Akane finally relaxed, if just a little, resting against the sofa -- âI didnât want to report anything at first, but my conscience wouldnât let me sit idly, even if it meant dealing with Exorcists.â
âI see. Iâm new on the job, started just today, and... Well, I donât really know where all this hostility is coming from, I just guess I wanted to know, though I have a good guessâ Vinn said, remembering his lovely partner.
â...Are you really an Exorcist? You donât know about the beef between magic users and Exorcists? You are all always trying to screw us over, basically. Even when we are the ones to report crimes or anything, itâs always a thorough check on everything, everything before you actually get to the questions, as if trying to actively curb us! We are licensed by your system, and you still do this!âÂ
âAccording to the manual, these are safety checks to prove it isnât a false lead or even a trap. They are not there to harm you, they are there to protect you.â
âYeah, protect us by planting evidence on us when you are running low on your quota, right?â
âWhat? Our quo-- I know nothing of a quota!â
âLook, whatever, hereâs what I know.â Akane snapped her fingers, and a small origami ox walked into the room, jumping onto Vinnâs lap and unfolding itself, revealing a list full of names written on its âbodyâ. âThose are the names of the reanimated people in this neighborhood. They are all senior citizens and they are all... Fine, strangely. They are all mundane, so they donât even know they are... Well... Dead.â
âAbout that,â Vinn interjected, moving onto this next topic. âThey havenât done anything bad? Was that part of the report right? They are just... Resuming with their lives... Uh, unlives, and minds intact?â
âSeems soâ -- Akane sipped tea from her cup --Â âThe necromancy is so well done that we didnât even notice until we realized that there was a lot of residue mana, well, everywhere. Do you smell that in the air? Thatâs a lot. Way more than the normal person can handle.â
âI just thought it was that way due to this being a mage household.â
âHah! I wish we could produce this level of residue, no, whoever is behind this is way out of our league.â
Jotting down these findings, Vinn tapped his pen against his chin, trying to wrap his mind around this travesty of a case. He drank his tea, and then looked out of the window to notice some senior citizens going into a large yellow and white building. âThose old men and women... They are not alive. Whatâs that building?â
â...Hoh! Good eye, Exorcist. Yes, those are undead. Not that they know it. Thatâs the Marcelino Clinic, they usually go there for their check ups.â
âI know this is asking a lot, but would you know if every senior citizen here goes there?â
âMm, yeah, they all go to that clinic since itâs close by and... Hold on, now that I think about it, yeah, everyone on this list goes there for their check ups, actually. This is a small neighborhood and we all know each other, so we know these things, but-- Ah!â
âWhat is it, Miss Hirose?â Vinn immediately prepared his pen.
âJust for some days, a new girl from elsewhere worked there as a nurse. All the old men and ladies were charmed by her, saying she was so very cute and a miracle worker for their back pains and stuff. Then, she was gone. Do you think...?â
Whatever she may have said after that fell upon deaf ears, for Vinn was furiously jotting down on his notebook and texting Bastian. âMany thanks for your help, Miss Hirose, and the tea was deliciousâ.
Vinn got up in a hurry and ran towards the door, but not before being stopped by Akane. â...Hold on one second. Ingram, was it? Are you in a hurry?â
âHm? I have to wait for my partner to bring the car, so I have time until then, why?â
â...You are new, right? And your confusion seemed to be genuine. You... Truly donât know of the cruelty of Exorcists?â
Vinn put his hand away from the doorknob and headed back towards the sofa. Before sitting down, he put down his cellphone and his notepad on the table, in front of Akane. âMiss Hirose, hereâs everything I have on me. If it calms you down, check it, confirm that I am not recording anything. I want you to please tell me anything you can about this cruelty, because I swear on whatever it is that would make you believe me that I donât know about it. Iâm as green as they come, sadly, this is my first day in the job, and even before coming here, I already heard some pretty damn horrible things.â
Akane signaled to the many eyes hiding behind the door, and they disappeared before the door, finally shut properly. â...Those were my little siblings. Two brothers, one sister, lovely little things. They were worried you were here to take me away as wellâ.
â...As well? What does that mean?â
âTwo weeks ago, we reported a felony. Simple stuff, really, just an oni that had gotten a bit too plastered and got in a fight with some construction equipment, heh.â
âPfff-- P-please go onâ
â...As soon as the dispatched Exorcists came, however... â --Akaneâs face soured and her eyes misted -- â...They came in and took our father into custody for having some goods that he had not yet reported. Every month, you have to fill up a--â
â--A KLB-98 pink and yellow forms, which detail all the arcane items in your possession and, in the case of the ones that are not listed in the Domestic Items Roster, you also have to explain why you have it, where you got it, and what do you intend to do with it.â
â...You know you paperwork, mister Exorcist. Yes, that is exactly it. We had filed our KLB-Whatever three days prior, and then the day before, my father acquired a certain item, nothing dangerous. Well, it wasnât in the form we had submitted, so he was taken in. Do they expect us to update the form every single time we get something? Heâs been at one of the MAB offices since then, apparently until he confesses.â
Although Akane was clearly disturbed, shock overcame her when she looked up and saw the utterly indignant Vinn. â...And itâs this everywhere else that you know of?â
âY-yes, itâs definitely not an isolated case. Given this is actually a major and serious crime, we were sure youâd take me, or us, away. But we couldnât just turn a blind eye to something this big, even if it meant--â
The cellphone on the table began vibrating. Vinn stood up, grabbed his possessions, and headed towards the door. âMy driveâs here. Thanks for the information, Miss Hirose. I... Will see if thereâs anything I can do about this.â
âR-right, thanks.â is all she could say at the sight of the calm man suddenly drowning in anger. A small paper ox approached the onmyoji, a handkerchief clenched in its mouth, which Akane used to wipe her sweat away. â...I didnât think Iâd be sleeping in this house this night.â
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âItâs me, Vinn. Did you check what I sent you?â
âIngram, wait for me at the very spot I dropped you off, we need to go fast!â
â...Huh?â
âYour information more or less confirms it! I went to two other neighborhoods where necromancy had been sighted, and including your interview, they all said the same thing: Senior citizens going to a nearby clinic where a new girl that disappeared soon after worked briefly. In other words...â
âWe have our girl... But, how do we know where sheâll strike next?â
A worn out dark blue car suddenly screeched right next to where Vinn was standing, door swinging open and almost flying away from the poorly oiled hinges. Inside, a maniacally joyful Bastian waved for Vinn to get in.
âSheâs no mastermind, for sure! She went from this one to the next neighborhood with a clinic, and to the next after that one! I had Nick check their employment ledgers!â
âNick?â
âSome asshole with four eyes and fast fingers, now get in! She should be at the next clinic, Hanlan Clinic! Sheâs been jumping around with different fake names, but she didnât bother to change her appearance!â
There wasnât much time for words in the frenzied car ride at speeds that made ballistics grow green with envy. Bastian and Vinn briefly cross checked their findings, and it was clear as day that their main suspect was this mysterious girl. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Hanlan Clinic, a small neighborhood clinic situated in the suburbs, close to a beautiful forest. Though still shaken by the âsmokingâ and Akaneâs tale, Vinn couldnât help but feel a bonfire under his skin: He was finally going to do what he wanted, his very first case, and a major one, at that!
â...Hello there, Bastian Ashfield, Seventh Officeâ greeted Bastian, leaving out the outfit he belonged to, as Exorcists do when introducing themselves to mundane people ignorant of the mystic world hiding right in front of their nose. âI need to talk to one... Denise McCarthy. Is she on duty right now?â
An elderly lady sat behind the counter with a newspaper and a box of donuts, taking her eyes off the newspaper when the Exorcist approached her. âYes, Denise is in right now! Iâll call her right now. Um... Sheâs not in any trouble, right...?â
âNah, donât worry, maâam.â reassured Bastian with an uncharacteristically kind smile. âWe just have some questions for her, is all.â
âOh, phew! Iâm glad thatâs the case, I donât know what weâd do without her! Sheâs such a kind girl and a miracle worker! With her help, patients that even doctors havenât been able to deal with have suddenly been feeling great since she started! She also brings snacks for us every day! What a nice girl!â
Bastian and Vinn looked at each other. âMaâam, did she bring those donuts right there?â Vinn inquired.
âYup!â
âMay I see them for a second? We didnât have breakfast today, and those look great, Iâd love to buy some on the way back to the office.â
âSure thing, darling! Feel free to take one from the box while I got get her, if you so wish!â
â...Alright, Ingram, you were the top graduate of this year, right? Show me your SSSD.â whispered Bastian as he held the donuts box in front of Vinn.
SSSD, an abbreviation of Six Spells Of Self Defense, are the six basic spells any Exorcist must know, regardless of their rank or role, and they serve as the bare minimum requirement an Exorcist must fulfill before they are even considered for graduation or employment in the MAB.Â
âIn Te Falliturâ Vinn murmured, a subtle yet elegant light coating his eyes. â...These are normal donuts. Cream filled, actually. No mana or blight in them. She didnât spike these.â
âHeh, what a graceful Fallitur.â Bastian commented as he returned the donut box. âYou know what they say about the SSSD, right? They are six spells so simple, versatile and basic that they accurately reflect the caster.â
âThatâs what they kept saying over and over at the Academy. I must have heard that hundreds of times, all the way from the first year.â
âYours is delicate, Ingram. I can tell you like Fallitur. Subtle, graceful execution. You might not be suited to this job.â Bastian added, and yet his voice wasnât the moustache-twirling try hard harsh from before. For a second there, it was genuine concern, perhaps honesty, peeking out of his mouth, much like in the car, which left Vinn quite unsure of what to think.
âHello? Were you the officers that were asking for me?â
The two men turned to face the soft voice of a girl. A girl in nurse scrubs, with long purple hair tied in a side ponytail. Between the purple hair and the purple eyes, it was clear this was no normal person. Bastian and Vinn once again looked at each other, and in unspoken covenant, they casually moved to cover the exit.
âMiss McCarthy? I am Bastian Ashfield, and this is Vinn Ingram, we are from the Seventh Office, and weâd like to ask you some questions regarding your job-hopping.â
âJ-Job ho-- I-Iâve never worked before... This is my first job as a nurse! I have my identification right here, lookâ the girl sheepishly answered, trembling, handing over an I.D. and some other papers.
âThatâs nice, Miss McCarthy, real damn nice, except we didnât ask for any documentation. Do you mean to say that you carry your documents with you at all times? Even in those scrubs, during work hours? Why did you assume weâd ask for your documents? I wonder why, Miss McCarthy?â
â...! Well, s-see, the thing is--â
âIn Te Falliturâ the senior Exorcist whispered, and a radiant, scorching light manifested in his eyes, blanketing them whole. âI spy with little eye, some bullshit. So, weâll need you to come with us to the Office, âDeniseâ, we sure as hell have some questions for you and your little revival circus you got going in here!â
âLeave me alone!â yelled the girl, extending both of her arms at the floor. Very suddenly, the stench of mana filled the room, and the skeleton of a large bird-like animal burst from the ground beneath her, running away from the Exorcists and jumping through a window.
âShit! Get in the car, we are going after her!â exasperatedly yelled Bastian. Vinn didnât know what to make of this other than they had the right perp. Now came the hard part: Actually subduing her.
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Even from inside the car, the heavy, powerful footsteps of the ostrich-like skeleton could be heard as the two Exorcists drove after it in the forest. Sharp lefts and feint rights were no match for Bastianâs skill behind the wheel, who expertly stayed on their tail.
âThis is your last warning!â announced Vinn from the car. âStop running right now and weâll help you with your charges!â
The girl looked at them for just a second and then turned back to face the road in front of her. âI bet you say that to everyone before you smoke them real good! Go away, Exorcists!âÂ
âDamn, well, what do we do n--BASTIAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?â
âCover your ears, kid!â
Right next to Vinn, half of Bastianâs body was hanging out of the window, right hand precariously handling the wheel while his left held a large shotgun. Vinn was about to say something, but it was completely drowned by the loud bang of the buckshot exploding out of the barrel and hitting the ostrich in the knee, sending it collapsing.
âAnd thatâs âsirâ or at least âAshfieldâ to you, who the hell do you think you are talking to!â
âWhere did you get that from!?â
With the ostrich felled, the necromancer fell and tumbled hard on the ground, alone and cornered around a sea of trees and two Exorcists. âNo... No! Donât... Donât get close! Get away!â The panicked girl extended both arms towards the men and yelled words in a strange language, unleashing a wave of foul energies that rotted everything it caressed.
   âOh, shit! Domunus Tecum!â             âH-holy fu--! Domunus Tecum!â
A potent, almost blinding light barrier manifested in front of both men, repelling the blighted energy away from them. âSheâs agitated! We gotta pin and silence her fast!â Vinn declared, but he soon realized his partner was not beside him anymore. âWh-- Bastian?â
â...I said to call me Ashfield at least, Ingram.â
Vinnâs eyes followed where the voice came from, and they sure enough found Bastian, leisurely sitting atop a nearby tree. âItâs do or die, kid. With that blast she released, thereâs gonna be a lot of walking dead to deal with.â
â...What are you playing at, Bastian?â Vinn asked, skeletons and fleshy corpses erupting from the blighted soil around him.
âI donât do partners. I work alone. I donât trust you, so you are gonna make me trust you. If you can deal with this shitfest, then maybe you have what it takes to do this job. If you canât, well, you die and thatâs one less problem for meâ -- Bastian plucked a cigarette from pack and lit it --Â â...Just kidding. Iâm not gonna let you die, but I will let you get battered to a pulp before saving you. Show me that you really wanna do this.â
âIs that how it is, Bastian? You are a sick fuck, but Iâll play your game.â Vinn, thoroughly surrounded by the crawling death, seemed undaunted. The young man simply reached for his pocket and produced a pair of handcuffs. âThis?â From behind Vinn, a corpse swung its blight-empowered hand, easily able to smash through concrete, right at Vinnâs head.
âThis is nothing.â
At the very last second, Vinn stepped to the side and tripped the undead, sending it hurling to the ground with its own momentum before planting a crushing knee on its head. From his flank, a skeleton attempted to thrust Vinn with what was left of its jagged right arm, but Vinn caught it and flipped it over his shoulder against another incoming foe. Systematically and without much trouble, Vinn kept waiting for them to come at him before gracefully countering them.
â...Thatâs not the style they teach at the Academy. This is the opposite... Where did you learn to fight?â inquired the genuinely impressed Bastian, holding onto a terribly angry skeleton that was powerless to move from the casual yet effective hold Bastian had it in.
âNone of your business. Your only business here is to see if I am taking this shit seriously, right? If I can do this job you oh so oppose me doing, no? Then shut up and watch.â
âOh, but it is my business. MAB has always geared its operatives to either blast from afar or to go in like rabid dogs. Exorcists fight things much larger and much stronger than then, especially physically. Your style is not only completely god damn nuts, itâs also something I can tell youâve been doing for a long time... Itâs like you know exactly how to use the enemyâs own force. You didnât come up with this in one day or two or even in the three years you spent at the Academy. This goes deeper. You are different in more ways that I can shake a rosary at.â
â...No comment.â replied Vinn, using his handcuffs to deflect a deadly thrust by expertly capturing the wrist of a foe mid-attack before using the momentum to spin them in the air right towards the ground.
âWhatâs more, I noticed something, Ingram. Your Fallitur earlier and your Domunus now were on a level unlike anything Iâve seen before from graduates. You are, honestly, on par with men and women much more experienced than you. You have a control of your mana that is absolutely crazy. Itâs not unheard from Mythic-related families to have experienced spellweavers among them, but your expertise not only is still baffling by those standards, your style of channeling magic is different. You donât do this the way we do.â
â...â
âSo you know what I think, Ingram? Thereâs something you are not telling me. I ran a background check on you. Top graduate of your class and year, you are, yet, your friends could be counted in one hand. Your previous residence is some normal, normal neighborhood not known at all for its Mythics. Your professors and instructors spoke highly of you, yet they could never figure you out in the slightest. You were the top graduate, but also very socially maladjusted... And yet! You donât have any difficulty speaking your mind, and you donât behave like a reclusive dickhead or an antisocial kid. This is wrecking my nerves, Ingram! What the fuck are you!â
As Bastian went on and on, Vinn never stopped reacting to his foesâ assault. Dodge, parry, swipe, trip, throw, dodge, step, trip, grapple, knock, dodge. Despite his very perilous situation, the young man did not make a single mistake, and soon enough, no undead remained, only a terrified necromancer, sweating from overexertion, sweating that hid her tears.
â...Iâm--â
âI donât care what you are, Ingramâ.
Bastian descended from the treetops, skeleton still in his casual âembraceâ. âI donât care what you are, Ingram, I care about what I see, and I care about what I can see you doing. If results are to speak, then they speak well of you. Thatâs what I care about.â
â...So I take it I pass your little te--Behind you!â
The necromancerâs wave had quite the reach, and far more soil than immediately discernible had been tainted. More and more corpses and skeletons approached from where the wave went, with seemingly no stop to them.
âMy turn, I suppose.â nonchalantly shrugged Bastian, pushing his skeleton âfriendâ away before unholstering two flasks from his belt.
â...? Flasks? Bastian, this is no time for a drink!â
Bastian simply responded with a smirk, turned around and, with a trained flicker of the thumbs, opened both flasks. Faster than thunder, two azure glistening tendrils emerged from the containers, cutting forth a swath of undead with no problem, burning them in contact and reducing them to white ashes. The tendrils then became blasts of water that covered all the undead, burning them and weighting them down.
âWhat...? The water is burning them!? What is this?â
âOh, donât have a knicker twister over this. Itâs just one of the most basic and historied blessings in the history of blessings: Holy water.â
As the undead lay burning, the stronger, bigger corpses, clearly not belonging to humans and yet too maimed and decayed to be identified, still tried power through the soil wet with holy water. âBut, see, thatâs not all. The real point of what you are looking at is...â
The water beneath the corpses suddenly and unnaturally sprung up in the form of a thousand spikes, piercing their bodies like cruel spears, impaling them and burning them from within.
â....Hydromancy. Nothing too complex. I suppose you could call this something cheesy like âholy hydromancyâ, but eh, itâs just splashing water that burns around, no? It doesnât need a prim and proper introduction. Thereâs gonna be a lot more of them, so Iâll finish what I was saying later, for now, letâs--â
Mere seconds after Bastian had rolled up the sleeves of his coat and had retracted all water back into his flasks, an act Vinn noted with subtle shock, a weird metallic sound reverberated from Bastian. Reaching into his inner coat pocket, Bastian produced an empty soup can, and he placed it against ear as if it were a phone. âWhat is it? Itâs about to get real busy, so please just--â
âBASTIAN! Get out of there!â a feminine voice clearly yelled from the soup can. âThereâs a lot of undead in there!â
âOw, my poor ears, you-- Dani, we know, thatâs exactly why itâs about to get busy, I am about to grab âem by whatever is left of their sphincter and--â
âThe problem is not the undead! Chief Toshiro ordered a Siren deployment! S-sheâs already on her way there, get out of there while you can!â
Vinn didnât quite get what this âDaniâ person meant by âSiren deploymentâ, but there was no point in asking: It had to be really bad, judging by how Bastian had gone fully pale. â...Bastian? Oi, whatâs a âSiren deploymentâ? Is everything--â
âEverything is very god damn bad, Ingram. Grab the necromancer, we are getting out of here.â
âShould I go get the car?â
âI said to grab her, we are getting the hell out of here, now!â -- the hydromancer looked around frantically until he noticed a nearby hill -- âUp that hill, we need to get there!â
Vinn had no clue what was going on, but he knew it had to be bad if the guy that was effortlessly mowing down scores of the undead was suddenly running with his tail between his legs. âMiss Necromancer, can you walk? We need to get out of here immediately.â
â...? You... Are not here to smoke me...?â
âWe are here to ask you some questions, but thatâll have to wait, weâll have our conversation back at the office, but for now, we need to get out of here, now.â Further inquiry was unnecessary: The necromancer was clearly going through mana exhaustion and physical fatigue, no doubt from the massive wave of blighted energies that she had unleashed. Necromancy is no easy feat, and just resurrecting one person is considered an achievement among those who practice the art. âPlease excuse meâ.
Without forgetting to mind his manners, Vinn hoisted up the girl and took to running behind his partner. âCan we make it there in time?â
âYeah, I just got an idea. Come here, hold onto the girl real tight, and, well, do you like piggyback rides?â
â...Pardon?â
âPiggyback rides, Ingram, do you like them?â
â...You better not be thinking what I think you are thinking.â
âWow, youâll get along swimmingly with Nick, I can tell. Come.â
There were no witnesses to see this, no cameras to remember it, no recordings to immortalize it, but on August 4th of the year 33 P.A., a man carrying a girl and riding piggyback on the back of another man flew through the skies, propelled by two powerful jets of water. âYou were thinking it!â âItâs do or die!â âWheeeee~!â
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The exhausted girl is joined by an exhausted man on top of a forest hill that overlooked the whole area. Beneath them, a small horde of undead writhed and crawled, the desperate energies that brought them up pulsating chaotically within them.Â
â...I assume you canât just tell them to go back to sleep peacefully, right?â inquired the barely standing Bastian, clenching an unlit cigarette between his lips.
The girl shook her head. âI-Iâm sorry, I would if I could, I panicked back there and ended up raising so many people, I didnât want to...â
âAccidental necromancy, at that?â Vinn laughed. âYou are stupidly talented, man, what a troublemaker... Bastian, now that we are here, what is a Siren?â
The older manâs face grew dire. âYou are about to see for yourself, sadly. Sheâs here.â Bastian pointed towards where the small horde was, and approaching it was a large black truck, completely unlabeled and yet clearly highly armored and advanced. After it got sufficiently close, its doors swung open and an ominous vapor surged from within. Mere seconds later, what looked like a girl in highly advanced armor and a sharp-looking headpiece stepped out. The light blue hair looked even more striking against her silver and dark outfit, and whatever color her eyes were, it was impossible to tell due to the visor that covered them.
âThatâs the Siren? What is she wearing?â
âHer coffin.â
â...What...?â
Before anything else could be said, the horde took notice of the girl and began rampaging towards her. In a hurry, the black truck left, and the girl was left all alone in front of the violent ocean of muscle and rot. With a delicate gait, the girl simply pointed forward and opened her mouth.
âLaaa~â
A beautiful sound, like the song of a bird. A fragile melody, demure and warm. A sweet chime, simple and clean.
That is not what came out of the girlâs mouth.
The sounds that came from her mouth were twisted and abnormal. They could be heard clearly, as if someoneâs fingernails raked against a blackboard right next to your ears. They had a certain echo different from the one we are familiar with, a sound between tragedy and euphoria, a tone that doesnât know whether it wants to continue forever or not exist anymore. The cacophonous sound wasnât a voice, it was something hellish and torturous that was pitiable more than terrifying. A sad, sad catastrophe. And when the sound which cannot be described as anything except audible anxiety came, so came those who obey it, those who pledge a knee to the sounds that never were meant to be heard.Â
Faster than the eye could see, flashes of dark and silver ripped through the horde, tearing apart whatever they could find with vicious maws. Those not immediately caught by the beasts were instead obliterated by flying masses of metal and ordinance that responded to the song that the Siren monotonously sang, loud explosions decimating not only the horde, but also the forest. At no point was this fight fair: The Siren didnât even have to lift a finger, because just by producing her âvoiceâ, an army of robotic hounds and ravens, summoned from seemingly nowhere, had already decimated the area. The undead horde was no more. The trees were no more. The animals and insects that lived there were no more. The nearby house were no more. The land was scorched and sterile, a combination of cruelty and sacrament working together to cause as much irreparable damage as possible, the epitome of excessive force with no guilt to speak of behind it.
Truthfully, this was a tragedy.
â...The forest, the houses... What the hell was that?!â
âCalm down, Ingram.â
âThatâs excessive! What about the people in those houses!? What about the nature that was harmed!?â
â...This is a forest to the side of a suburban neighborhood that already doesnât have much people in it. Those who lost their houses, assuming they didnât lose their lives, will be explained to the media as victims of accidents, such as gas leak explosions. Those who unfortunately died, if any, will be reported as missing persons. Mundane police will look for them, exhaust resources on their search, and then give up. They will be another number on top of the disappearances.â
âThatâs...!â
As Vinn stared at the little monster that had done this, from quite afar, she looked right back at him, dead in the eye, paralyzing the young detective. Around her, the shapes of dark and silver had finally settled down after the carnage, and there she stood, among a veritable army of dog-looking constructs coated in the massacre they just partook of, flanked by an airborne squadron of bird-like machines, which flew in circles above its master. Soon after, the unlabeled black truck returned, and the little monster calmly went inside, disappearing inside the ominous carriage as it drove away at last, the hellish cybernetic army dispersing with the same speed it appeared.
â...Bastian, how long has this been going on for?â
âYears. And you never heard a word of it in the Academy. No one did.â
â...What the fuck is wrong with them!? Who is behind this!?â
âVinn Ingram, listen to me.â
Bastianâs sudden call made Vinn freeze and finally calm down for a second. He had his attention.
âI will continue what I was saying before, so listen well,â he said, putting out the cigarette and looking at Vinn straight in the eyes. âI donât care about what you are, Ingram. I only care about your attitude and your efficiency. You showed me today you can handle yourself, you showed me today that you dislike what you see, that you donât like this subterfuge, all these secrets and the âsmokingâ. Ingram, I agree with you. The Exorcists are a bunch of bad eggs, very bad eggs. Thereâs very few good ones among us, very few that still take protecting citizens, Humans and Mythics, seriously. Itâs become a hunt, itâs become an abuse of power, an abominable we versus them scenario, and thatâs never what it was supposed to be! Mythics are people, just like you and I, but somewhere in the MAB, something has gone rotten and wicked. This is where you come in, Ingram.â
Bastian extended his hand towards Vinn. âI am still not fully sold on you, but today, you showed me your heart is in the right place. Will you help me, help us, find the parasite that lurks within this body and extract it? Will you help us turn the MAB into what it was truly meant to be? The entity that makes this fucked up, amnesiac world into a peaceful place for Human and Mythic alike, where thereâs no need for secrecy, where we can all hold each otherâs hands? Will you help me, Vinn? So no more Sirens have to scar the earth? So no more Mythics have to be sold to slavery? So no more Mythics are kept caged as if they were exotic pets, god damn it?!â
âI will.â answered the younger man without missing a beat. âI donât like what Iâve seen and heard one bit. I graduated with one thought in mind: To change the world for the better. It sounds like idealistic dribble, but I truly do mean it. I want Mythics to have the same safety as Humans, the same rules, the same opportunities. I will help you, no, I insist you let me help.â
The two shook hands, and Bastian smirked. â... I mentioned how I am not fully sold on you yet, right? Well, donât worry too much about it, itâs easy to find a way for you to prove yourself in that one last regard I need to confirm, but for today, damn, letâs call it a day.â -- he turned to the necromancer -- âOi, you. Whatâs your real name?â
âH-Hrodwyn, sir. Hrodwyn Eir.â
âOh, Norse, arenât you? Well, you should be able to stand up now. You heard us, we donât care about smoking you in the slightest. Hell, even if we did, we have explicit orders to bring you back alive, so please, ease up already. Iâll be interrogating you later, but for now, youâll hafta stay at the Office for a while. Donât worry, you didnât commit any actual crimes.â
âR-right, thank you, sir.â replied the nervous necromancer. âUm, I guess I can explain my motives, but we should leave that for later, right? In fact, you look kinda worn out, Iâm a nurse, so let me check you out, maybe I can help!â
âRight-o, you keep your hands to yourself, missy, I got no interest in being a corpse. I care about my complexion.â
âAww, alright... I just wanted to help...â
âLetâs get going, then. God damn, we shouldâve accepted some of the donuts, after all. Iâm starving.â
âHaha, yeah, we should go for some donuts on the way back, honestly.â added Vinn.
âActually, yeah, Necro here is paying for âem for the trouble.â
âBut my name is Hro--â
âShitâs too hard to say, youâre Necro now.â
âA-aww...â
     Of hospitals, Hippocratic... Suggestions, and a lot of cyber dogs:
                -- Chapter 1: First Day At The Job --
                   -- Chapter 1: Reality Check --
                             End...?
--Hours later, at night that day--
A new suit, wrinkled and dusty.
A new tie, finally undone and recently worn.
A hearty dinner, still in the making.
Today was finally over.
Vinn Ingram grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the fridge -- his favorite -- and was about to turn on the lights of his living room, when he noticed he was not alone. In front of him, a female silhouette with large horns and wings stood in the darkness, the window that leads to the night open behind her. The daemonic presence seemed to have had noticed the apartment ownerâs return, as its bright eyes stared inside Vinnâs green own.
Setting the bottle down, Vinn slowly approached the mighty and intimidating creature, reached with his hand, and... Yanked her by the horn hard.
âSimeag! What in the world are you doing here!?â
âA-Aaaaaah! H-hey, woah, stop pulling by my horn, you bully! P-please stop, I am getting dizzy! Vinn, come on, be nice to your sister!â
The young man let go of the horn of the girl with the long, dark red hair, and immediately as he did, the demon rushed him, trapping him in a big olâ hug. âYou! You have no idea how much we have missed you! And thatâs the first thing you do as soon as you see me!? I even showed myself in so as to not bother you! Vinn, you are too much sometimes!â
âHggg... Sis... Youâre... Crushing me... Pfff, hahaha... Ah, itâs good to see you, Sim.â finally let out the suffocated Vinn, hugging his sister back softly. âYou have to understand, though! Itâs really dangerous for you to be here in Stroln! What if humans see you!?â
âI just eat them, thenâ
And Simeag earned herself another Horn Yank.
âIâM KIDDING, IâM KIDDING, I just came to say hi and check on you, since you start working today! I made sure to not be seen, and they wonât catch me in the dead of night. Ah, well, Mom told me to tell you that she--â
â--That sheâs suffering from an intense, mortal poison, and that the only way to cure her is for me to go back to Oflans.â
â--That sheâs suffering from an intense, mortal poison, and that the only way to cure her is for you to go back to Oflans.â
The siblings looked at each other and laughed.
âGood olâ mom is fine, I take.â
âShe sure as hell is. Lim also says hi, and... Aw, EVERYONE says hi! We wanna know when you are going to come back to visit!â
There were many ways to describe what Vinnâs face looked like right now, but the most apt is definitely âa goofy, genuine smileâ. Vinn went to the kitchen and got another bottle of juice, which he casually tossed to Simeag. â...I just started work, so I dunno when, but as soon as I get some days off, I do plan on going back.â There were many ways to describe what the demon girlâs face looked like right now, but the most apt is definitely âa goofy, genuine smileâ.
âThatâs great! Ahaha, itâs just... Itâs so nice to see how much youâve grown, bro. You look worn out, though, rough day?â
âVery.â
âHaha, darn... Well, I really want to stay and chat for more, but... The time.â
âA-ah, yeah...â
âItâs fine, though, Iâll tell Mom, Lim, and everyone else that you are doing great! I wish I couldâve stayed for longer, but youâll get your break eventually! Oh, yeah, Lim and I managed to sneak out a little something for you. Itâs in the envelope on the sofa.â
âOoh, what it is?â
âA surprise~â
Simeag approached her little brother and gave him another hug, soft and caring this time, which the young man who tried as hard as he could to not look sad returned.. âWeâll see you soon, âkay?â
âMmhm. Love you, sis, say hi to Mom, Lim, and everyone else for me.â
âLove ya too, we all do, every day.â
With that, the demon unfurled her wings and flew into the dark night of the city. As much as he wanted her to stay, Vinn knew it was dangerous for demons to be in Stroln, and so he had no option but press her so. As he downed the bottle of juice, he couldnât help but wonder what was inside the mystery package, until he took a better look at it, and recognized the shape. âWh-- No, no no no...â
And when he undid the leather package that contained it, Vinn almost felt his heart jump out of his throat. âWhat the--! Sim and Lim, you are crazy! How the hell did you-- Oh man, no one can see this...â
                             End
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