Dante let the words pour out unchecked. He didn't care if it got him kicked out; he still didn't feel like he was a part of a family, just playing the part of an outsider looking in. "See? Self-absorbed," Cincinnati was smiling, and Dante wasn't sure he'd ever seen her smile. "You didn't need to praise me so hard," Gilgamesh materialised before him, and so did Esme, Crystal, and Darkus. "What's going on?" Dante turned to Cincinnati, feeling betrayed for the first time. "You always hold back; you never say the things you wish. I went to The Graveyard and asked Alan for tips to get you to loosen up. He suggested making you think you were all alone with a pretty girl. That worked, surprisingly. Are you a pervert?" Dante would have taken Gilgamesh seriously if not for the smirk on his face. Oh, I am the one who pushed them away. "Darkus doesn't talk to you because he's painfully shy. He speaks only when spoken to, and you've never reached out to him, have you?" Crystal had a

"You are a Wentworth. Our enemies must not catch wind of this, lest they try to turn you against your real family." The powerfully built back was all Moriarty could stare at, his father never talked to him face to face, he never saw a reason to. And Moriarty had been the best at practically everything. But, there was no acknowledgement. In his father's words, "That much is expected from a Wentworth." And so, the first spark of the rebellion festered in his heart, and Moriarty knew that his father would never see him as more than a tool. And Moriarty just wanted his father to call him by name. After that, he started sneaking out in the night, setting fire to things. The flames spoke to him, they told him of a world he could rule. They told him he could change everything.He believed them.At first, he went alone. Setting fires to little things like pig pens, a patch of grass, etc. Bellamy still lived in an era of aristocracy, where merchants ruled the land. So, he set fires to bar

That's why Selene became known as The City of Selene and how it was regarded as a world power despite being a part of a whole: Velor. And now, with the shapeshifting sigil, The City of Selene had become the controller of Velor. Raven saw it coming from a mile away and wondered when the other countries would catch wind of what was happening in Velor. For many years, the assassination of the president was impossible because of the one called the One Man Army. But he left his king's side. And he caused the death of the one he was meant to be loyal to.After Velor, the next was the Emperor of Anthras, and the power he held was groundbreaking. He had three of the most powerful people in the world, so powerful that The Order had vague impressions of them. Nothing could be gotten from their actions, and they acted independently in the continent's interest. They were never to be crossed. Each of the three was regarded as powerful as a country and stood alone. At The Order's level, they were

"My name? This is a weird place to ask me out; you know that, right?" He listened to her voice, even if he knew she was in unbearable pain. He didn't try pulling her out; he could see that her legs had been crushed."This isn't weird. What's weird is that buffoon making its way over here. It's slow," Khalifa laughed out loud, but it was the most bitter laugh that'd ever escaped his lips. It was laughter trapped in despair."Yes, very slow. Can you describe it for me? When you do, I'll give you my name then." He felt things he couldn't name, but the strange girl experiencing the last of her life pushed him forward, making him see a world he'd always ignored."Okay. A red Defender throws darts of ice at the beast, and its roar is enough to rattle the heavens. A girl with platform powers is stepping on platforms in the air, firing shots through a plasma gun. But the beast is impervious to plasma, a weird phenomenon. It's unsteady; a blue Defender launched a pincer attack from behind, hit

Dante's fists couldn't reach. Even though S warned him about exerting himself, he never listened. And his fists still didn't reach. He felt exhaustion creep in on him, and Gilgamesh wasn't slightly fazed."This isn't a joke, and you need to stop thinking you'd suddenly power up like those books you read. Nothing is that convenient here. Have you ever taken a good look at Crystal? At her fingers?"Dante wondered what Gilgamesh meant. He knew Crystal was an okay person; he just didn't understand what she had to do with anything."Why should I look at her fingers?" He asked, momentarily stalled."You don't see what's before you, even with binoculars. When Crystal came here for the first time, she was alone in the world. No food, no means to procure some. She fought tooth and nail to survive an enemy she couldn't see, one that takes from you without giving anything back."Gilgamesh had a look in his eyes that Dante knew he had to stay his hand. "She toiled as a child. Nobody was there to