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Oh dear. Oh great Goddess Ishmael.

Elsword wakes up, scratches his head, and notices that his hair is missing. He gets extremely confused, and starts to ask everyone he sees if they know what happened to his hair, not caring if people laugh at him. He just wants his hair back!!

Raven is beyond words. He punched the mirror out of surprise and will not come out of his room until someone comes and tells him ‘it was just a prank bro’. or he can starve in his room, your pick.

Chung decides that maybe the reason why his dad always wore his helmet was because of premature baldness.

Add doesn’t sleep good luck even trying that prank on him bro

Ciel is… Being harassed by Lu. “What??! Where is your hair that symbolizes your tie to me???”But as for himself, he believes that his hair is going to grow back some times later anyways, he doesn’t really care.

Ain doesn’t even notice until someone points it out. Then he shrugs it off. If the Goddess wants him to look like that, it’s her choice. It doesn’t interfere with his mission.

 A fine day.

 The sky was a light pastel blue, mostly empty save the few birds flying around minding their bird business. The sun was particularly harsh today, with little to no clouds covering up its glorious beams of heat. But it didn’t affect the two girls sitting in the cool shadows of a cherry blossom.

 Ara had her head on Elesis’ legs, facing up at the red head with her eyes shut and a peaceful smile.Elesis couldn’t exactly feel her legs. How long have they been sitting here? 

 “Do you know what I’m thinking?” Ara asked, her eyes still closed in that serene fashion.The red head snapped out of her thoughts and looked down at the girl resting on her lap. So pure and adorable. 

 “No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me soon.” She replied, watching the ebonette slowly open one, then both of her eyes, shining like golden honey even under the shadows of the cherry blossom. 

 Ara then gave her a wide toothy grin.

Siri, have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you almost cried?

 “I was wishing for us to spend every day like this together. No demons, no dark El, no nothing.” She sighed softly, then shut her eyes once again, shifting a bit. “Wouldn’t that be so nice?” 

 “It definitely would.” Elesis watched the fallen petals dance in the air and finally settle on the ground. The ones mixed up with the spearsman’s jet black hair sported a shocking contrast that only nature can pull off. “But those are just silly thoughts, after all. We will have to leave this place soon.” 

 “I know.” Ara’s tone dropped a little, puckering her lips slightly. “But it never hurts to fantasize a little bit, does it?” 

 The red head chuckled. “I guess not.” It definitely would be nice to not have to worry about anything, and spend every day leisurely doing absolutely nothing in each other’s presence.

 “Just you and me, sitting under a tree…” 

 “Forever?” 

It was the middle of the night. 2 AM? 3 AM? You didn’t really care. Light was radiating from Mastermind’s room, as always. You got up to get some water. Your throat felt irritably dry these past few days, forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours in the night, feeling thirsty and grumpy.

You groped your way around the familiar house, now only dimly lit by the soft rays of the moon. The lights were out of option-- They were going to burn your eyes if you turned them on. Your fingers touched the marble counter and started looking for a cup.

It was oddly quiet in the house, even at such a time. While drinking the ((well-earned)) water, you found yourself listening for something, anything to make a sound. Why is that? Why would you even expect to hear anything besides the tapping of keyboard? But you kept listening, uneasy about this feeling in your stomach.

And then you heard it, a kind of grunting noise, coming from Esper’s room. You set down your cup to go take a closer look. Pressing your ear to the door, the noises made themselves clearer. Was he in pain? You debated whether to go inside or not.

You pushed the door open.

“A-ah?”

Esper was seated in the middle of his room, a knife in hand, his crystal necklace in the other.

“What are you doing, Esper?” You asked, eyes fixed on the knife. A scalpel? How did he even get his hands on that? More importantly, what was he going to do with it?

“What are you doing so late at night?” He shot back, quickly to hide what he was previously holding. His eyes darted around the room, trying all his might to not look at you. Something was up.

You frowned. This wasn’t the nicest time of the day to deal with these things. “Is there something you aren’t telling me, Epser?”

“I don’t tell you a lot of things, LP.”

“At least answer me this, what were you planning to do with that scalpel?”

He fell silent.

Esper sat down on his bed, turning his head away from you. He fidgeted with the crystal necklace. You tried to say something, but nothing came out. So instead you waited for him to say something. 

“I was trying to install the crystal into my chest.” He whispered quietly, after about ten minutes of awkward silence.

“You what?”

Esper refused to look at you. “I was going to install the crystal into my chest, for a more lasting power source.”  His lips quivered. “You know, so maybe one day I could... Find Mother.”

You didn’t want to believe what he was saying. Harming himself, injecting a stone into his body, for Mother? Is it really worth it? Your body acted on its own will, pulling the thinner man into a bear hug. Esper’s hands fell limply by his sides, as if he was frozen.

“Hey, I know that you want to find Mother, and all...” You chose your words carefully. You weren’t as good with words as Mastermind, and Esper seemed so weak at the moment, you were afraid a single word would shatter him. “But I don’t want you to get hurt. Not when you’re living under this rooftop, okay?”

You gave Esper your biggest grin.

He started to cry. Oh. Oh no. Did you say something to upset him? 

“H-hey! Why are you crying? Was it me? Did I-”

“You idiotic muscle brain...” Esper returned back the hug, clinging onto your shirt like it was a life saver in a stormy sea. Startled by the act, you hesitantly patted his back, still not quite sure he was crying. 

“Thank you, Add...”

((WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS AND I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

That music again. Dreadlord would be able to hum out themelody backwards if Roy kept listening to it over and over again. Why won’t hejust go on the piano and play it for real? It sounded so different on anelectronic device.

Speaking of that, there was a time and place when Roy wasfeeling pretty artsy, and played something different everyday. Not these days.Even if he did go on the piano, the same sad melancholic melody slaps him inthe face, as if saying, ‘Whatcha’ gonna do? I’m staying here. For as long as Ilike.’

That’s all he ever played these days. That one song,probably on a ten-hour loop or something. It was a pretty song yes, but afterthree days with Chiliarch screaming as background? Not so much. This madnessmust come to an end soon, else he’ll snap first, not Demonio.

Demonio had it easy, the lucky bastard, being out on hismission and stuff. Diabla was a very demanding Lu. He never said it waspleasant, of course the poor boy was probably broken inside and abused, butright now Dreadlord couldn’t help but to be a little selfish and pity himself.

This had to stop.

Dreadlord softy knocked on the white oak door, where theorigins of the muffled music came from. A few shuffling, something hit theground, stomping. The door swung open wide, the usually immaculate room acomplete land of chaos. Roy stood in front of him, the usual hair tied neatlyinto a slim ponytail is now all over the place. His bloodshot eyes were puffy.

“Have you been crying?”

Silence.

The butler motioned for him to step in. He flopped backheavily on the mattress, where the demon joined him, sitting at the edge of thebed. The springs groaned in a very unceremonious way.

“So, what’s wrong?”

Roy only buried his head further in a phoru-shaped pillow.The music was still softy playing in the background. One day, he was going toshoot the phone. One day…

“You know, it’s very distracting when you play that music24/7. I want to puke every time I hear it now.”

Roy lifted his head slightly to make eye contact, andsqueezed out a muffled ‘sorry’ from between the pillows. Perhaps that wasn’tthe best way to start the conversation.

“Don’t start that with me, Roy. Just tell me why you’replaying this thing nonstop.” He probably needed to learn how to interact withpeople other than Chiliarch. “Look… You know that I’ll listen to you, no matterwhat, right? I won’t judge you.” He scooted a bit closer to Roy, trying to lookas amiable and compassionate he could. Because to be perfectly honest,Chiliarch has a way to wear down his patience to zero.

He looked like he was going to break.

“Look, Dread… I’m happy that you care about me and all. Butplease leave me alone. I’ll stop playing the music if you want, but I canhandle myself.” He sounded tired. So tired. What could Roy be hiding?

He probably wasn’t going to get anything out of him today anymore.Dread sighed.

“Thank you, Roy. I’ll be leaving now.”

The springs squeaked again.

Dread stopped at the door, looking back at the man that wasburied between mountains of pillowcases. He wondered if Roy could even hearhim, but it’s worth a shot.

“Hey, you know that you can talk to me any time, right?…If you have anything on your mind? I’ve said this before, and I’ll say itagain. I’ll listen to you.”

The door made a soft clicking sound when it closed.

For all of you crazy people out there who for some reasons decided to follow us:

Thank you all so much! This means a lot to all of the Mods! We shall all work harder to bring you gay Elsword content for you to enjoy OwO9

For 200 specials, the Mods assembled a small quote wall for you, full of gayness and fire and weird things in general. We present the Mod quote wall!

MOD LUSA aka Sonia

“I am an onion because I have many layers and I make people cry.”

“I wanna smash Centurion.”

“PRAISE THE ONION GOD”

“FFS [insert anyone’s name here]” (Peko and I have been friends for over two years so we’ve kinda given birth to some quotes together :’))

MOD CHILI aka Peko

“You filthy sinners.”

“OwO did someone say angst?”

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE [insert anyone’s name in here]”

“BEGONE T H O T”

MOD PARADOX aka Len

“I am a pure being. I do not sin. I- Oh who am I kidding, where’s my stack of NSFW asks?”

“Ny'all'd've[insert end of sentence]"

“Sonia, give us the sin.”

“Blazing Heart is LIT!”

MOD APO aka Cherry

“What do you mean you all know that Add is my senpai?”

“I AM AN ETERNAL FLAME, BABY!!1!1”

“ApPLeS”

Sonia: talking in Japanese

Everyone else: sits quietly

Cherry, bursting through the front door like the fREAKING Chinese she is and because Japanese is totally a rip-off if Chinese: “dID YOU SAY [insert word] I THINK THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS RIGHT”

MOD BREADLORD no-other-name-given

"Good shit right here, I’m taking it.”

Breadlord talking about Lu/Ciel: “BABIES”

“I’m sorry mom, but your child is going to hell.”

And finally, a quote from everyone:

The girl woke up in a dark room. She felt cold. Somewhere in the room, a drop of water hit the ground. She tried to move. Hands tied.

Well, wasn’t this just absolutely marvelous. This scenario seemed a lot more interesting on television.

She struggled harder against her restraints, to no avail. The nameless girl gave up on escaping, and sat back down in the wooden chair. She waited, for something, anything to happen. The rope cut into her wrists.

“So, isn’t it fun?”

The girl snapped her head in the general direction of the new voice.There were no echoes.

No echoes meant not a lot of space, right? She was alone with a stranger in a small room. The girl didn’t know if that was comforting or terrifying. 

 “Walking home with him everyday…” 

The voice was from a female, she was sure. Perhaps, a little younger than herself? A shrilled, high-pitched voice, that sent chills down her bones. A very dark and round tone, perfect for singing high notes. A choir singer? A soprano? There was a tone of mockery in the voice, as if taunting her obvious blindness. The voice’s owner could see her, she was certain, but she couldn’t see the other back. Desperate to get out of this place as soon as possible, she spoke up, her own voice raspy and panicking. 

 “Who are you? Why am I here?”

 Her choir director would not be proud of her. What an ugly tone she had, all flat and heavy. But perhaps this was not the time to consider singing techniques.

 “You know me, don’t you?” The voice sang. Definitely a soprano. Has she heard this voice before? “After all, I am a well known singer in the ensemble.” 

 A well known singer? So many questions unanswered. There was Alicia, the soprano section leader, but her voice was too soft and floaty. Perhaps Sarah? No, her voice was more nasal. Who else in the soprano section was a loud singer? And possibly sang very high notes? There was Jaqueline, and- 

 “It’s you.” 

 The voice laughed. The girl expected an echo, but none came. 

 “Ah, you’re smarter than I give you credit for, my dear! But that’s no matter, since you won’t speak of this with anyone else, hm?”She heard footsteps. The voice walked around the small stiff chair, circling to her back. It bent down and whispered in her ear.

 “After all, it’s not like you will be able to speak after this little game.”

She froze.

 “But worry not, dear! Your fingers would be intact. You will still be able to communicate through writing! Of course, you wouldn’t use them to write anything about our games, right? It’s just between you and me.” She heard metal clinking against metal. A tool of some sort, maybe.

 “Although… I can’t promise anything. Who knows, my anger isn’t as in control as possible when my beautiful target is a few feet away from me, completely vulnerable. So behave, will you not?”The girl was too paralyzed with fear to speak up. She waited for the voice to continue its little speech. 

 “So now… why don’t we explain the rules real quick?” A small torch was lit up, the flames’ fiery light kissing the contour of the voice’s face. The girl could tell by the torch that her guess was correct. 

 “It’s fairly simple. I’m going to ask you a question, and depending on your answer, I might let you leave, or I might keep you here longer, to test out some… things that I wanted to use.” The torch lit up a small fire in a rock bowl where a metal baron was sticking out. If the girl’s assumptions were correct, then it must be these things to burn a mark on a slave. She was worried for her well-being.“And don’t try to lie to me, or I’ll have to punish you. And we don’t want that, do we?”

The metal baton burned bright red as the voice held it over the flames. A music note. Treble clef? The girl with no name did not want to imagine the metal on her skin.

“So, you walk home with my Senpai each day.”

She nodded, eyes glued to the fire. Is the “Senpai” the voice is referring to… That boy? That’s quite a long way to go for love. But then again, there was that common trope of a yandere girl in animes. Was she in an anime?

“That’s quite bad, don’t you think? Hmm, I hope he didn’t show any feelings towards you.”

The girl shook her head, thinking back at yesterday, when that boy has confessed to share her feelings. She was afraid to tell the truth, dreading the voice’s reply if it was to know about her confession.

“Wrong answer,” The voice sang. But how could it have known? “I told you not to lie to me. I know everything there is to know about him. Maybe even more than he does himself.”

Okay that’s great and all but now what???

“Tsk, tsk. I thought I’ve explained the rules clear enough. You seem to need reminding, my naughty girl.” In the yellow light of the dancing flames, the girl saw a pair of pliers. “I probably should have done this earlier on, but it’s nice to have a reason to watch you suffer. Now open wide for me, won’t you?”

There. He did it! Edward tightened the last little bolt, and pressed the start button. The machine whirred to life, its artificial face opening up and greeting the small boy with a mechanical smile. 

“Good morning, Master Edward.” It purred in a robotic way.

Edward quickly shut the little robot down, and picked it up to show Asker.

“Father! Look! I completed it!”

For once, Asker was not working today. Instead, he was in the living room, sipping a cup of insta coffee, and reading a book. Upon hearing his son’s approaching footsteps, he set the book down and inspected the little machine Edward handed to him.

“Good job, Edward. I must say I’m impressed with this one.”

He ruffled the boy’s messy white hair, and looked down to meet a set of sparkling eyes and a wide, toothy grin.

“I’m glad, Father!”

Grace came in the room, carrying a small white flower. She curiously peeked in at the two having a father-son time, and decided to join in. It’s not everyday that her husband was in a good mood.

“Hey guys, what do you want for lunch?”

“Anything you cook is great, dear.”

“Can I have chocolate?”

Grace chuckled at the childish ignorance of her son.

“Not for lunch, honey. Maybe after lunch.”

“Aw.”

“The boy made himself useful for once and actually made something barely functioning.”

There was no bite in Asker’s words. He was truly proud of his son today. Maybe he might not appreciate him everyday, but today felt special.

“That’s terrific, honey!  You’ll become a great man one day!”

Edward smiled. Today felt so nice, everything was perfect. So what was this unsettling feeling?

When he looked back down at his hands, Edward noticed that they were larger than before. He touched the back of his neck. His hair was longer as well. What was happening?

He looked up. Father’s face was starting to break apart, piece by piece. Mother was becoming more and more translucent by the second. The living room was no more, replaced by a swirl of broken memories and bad lighting. 

“Father!”

Asker dissipated where his hand came in contact with the man’s broken body.

“M-Mother!”

His hand went through her being.

Edward felt himself falling in the endless void of tears and insecurities. He cried out for someone, anyone, but his voice was muffled by the heaviness of the air.

And then Add woke up.

((You THOUGHT I was doing fluffI gotchu didn’t ITired cat-cube wanted to write fluff but everything tired cat-cube touches becomes angstHow did these hands evenI’m so done with myself