ALISTER (Tales of evolution)

Alister

As Elian stepped inside, he noticed the warm, inviting atmosphere. The fireplace crackled, casting a golden glow over the room. The scent of baking bread and roasting meat wafted from the kitchen, making his stomach growl with hunger.

Tharros smiled, his eyes glinting with pleasure. “Please, make yourself at home,” he said, gesturing for Elian to sit.

Elian’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the vintage tapestries and rustic furniture. He noticed a large wooden table in the center of the room, adorned with candles and a steaming hot meal.

Tharros followed his gaze and chuckled. “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, pulling out a chair for Elian. “Please, eat. We can talk later.”

Elian’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. What did Tharros want from him? And why had he brought him to this enchanting place?

Despite his reservations, Elian’s hunger got the better of him. He sat down at the table, and Tharros joined him, pouring him a glass of wine.

As they ate, the silence between them was comfortable, but Elian couldn’t shake off the feeling that Tharros was hiding something from him.

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As he finished his meal, Tharros leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on Elian. “So Alister, tell me, how was your experience in the mortal world?” he said, his voice low and measured.

Elian’s eyes widened, his face pale. “What…what did you just call me?” he stuttered.

Tharros’ expression remained calm, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. “You don’t remember?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia.

Elian shook his head, his mind reeling. “Remember what? Who the hell are you?” he asked, his voice beginning to raise.

Tharros leaned forward, his eyes burning with intensity. “you’re not kidding are you? You really don’t… remember,” he said, his voice dripping with shock. “But how? How can this be?”

Elian’s eyes were wide with shock and confusion. “What are you talking about?” he demanded, his voice shaking.

Tharros took a deep breath, his expression somber. “Your memories…their gone,” he said, his voice low and mysterious.

Elian’s face burned with anger and denial as he turned his back on Tharros. “No, I’m not Alister!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I’m not buying it.”

Tharros’s expression remained calm, but a hint of sadness flickered in his eyes. “Elian, please—”

But Elian was already gone, striding out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

After storming off, Elian finds himself wandering the unfamiliar streets of the city. He’s still reeling from Tharros’s revelation, and his mind is a jumble of emotions.

As he walks, Elian tries to clear his head and make sense of what just happened. He’s not sure where he’s going, but he needs to get away from Tharros and his claims.

After a while, Elian finds himself at the city’s central square. There’s a large fountain in the center, surrounded by people going about their daily business.

Elian sits down by the fountain, letting the soothing sound of the water calm his racing thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to process everything that’s happened since he arrived in this new world.

As he sits there, Elian notices people glancing at him curiously. He realizes that he must stand out as a stranger in this city. He tries to blend in, observing the people around him and mimicking their mannerisms.

After a while, a young woman approaches Elian, eyeing him with interest. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?” she asks, her voice friendly.

Elian hesitates, unsure how much to reveal. “Yeah, I just arrived,” he says cautiously.

The woman smiles. “Welcome to our city! I’m Lirien. What’s your name?”

“Elian” he replied.

Lirien smiled warmly at Elian. "Hey, you look like you’re going through a lot right now, I know a great place to grab a drink. Follow me!"

Elian nodded, and Lirien led him through the winding streets of the city. They eventually turned into a narrow alley, the buildings looming above them.

As they walked deeper into the alley, a group of lizard men emerged from the shadows. They were armed to the teeth, their scales glinting in the fading light.

Lirien stepped back, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, Elian," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

The lizard men closed in on Elian, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

“So! Words around the streets is your new here, is that right?” on of the lizards said.

“yes I am new here” Elian replied bluntly, his eyes scanning his surrounding.

The lizard men looked to themselves and smiled, “so here’s how things work around here, you cough up all the Aethers you’ve got, and maybe you may walk away with your life.” The lizards threatened.

Elian’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the situation. He knew he had to think fast, or risk losing everything.

“I don’t have any Aethers,” Elian said calmly, trying to stall for time.

The lizard men laughed, their scales glinting in the fading light. “Don’t play dumb with us,” one of them sneered. “We know you’re loaded.”

Elian shook his head, trying to appear confused. “I don’t have any money. I’m just a traveler.”

The lizard men exchanged a skeptical glance. “Save it,” one of them growled. “We’re not buying it. You’re coming with us, one way or another.”

Lirien stepped forward, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I think we can come to some sort of arrangement, don’t you?” she said, her voice dripping with malice.

Elian’s eyes locked onto Lirien, his mind racing with suspicion. What was her game? Was she in league with the lizard men, or was she trying to help him?

Suddenly, the lizard men lunged at Elian, their claws snapping wildly. Elian raised his hands, ready to defend himself.

But just as they were about to attack, their eyes landed on a poster on the wall. Elian had leaned against it, and the image on the poster made their eyes widen in shock.

It was a wanted poster, bearing Elian's face but with the name Alister. The bounty on his head was a staggering 100 million Aethers.

The lizard men's faces went pale, and they took a step back, their eyes fixed on Elian in horror. "It's... it's you.." one of them stammered, their fingers shaking as they pointed at Elian. "You're...Al...Ali...list..te... ter!"

The lizard men's jaws trembled in fear, and they fell to the ground, their heads touching the floor. "We're sorry Alister, we didn't realize it was you, we had no idea you have returned."

Elian was dumbfounded, wondering what was going on. He turned his head to the wall, trying to understand what made the lizard men so frightened. And then he saw it - the wanted poster with his face on it.

Elian's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, his mind reeling. "What is this?" he whispered to himself, his voice trembling.

Elian’s eyes remained fixed on the wanted poster, his mind reeling with shock and confusion. He stumbled backward, his hands grasping for something to hold onto, but finding nothing. The poster seemed to mock him, its words burning into his brain:

“Wanted Dead or Alive

Alister

Bounty: 100,000,000 Aethers”

Elian’s thoughts swirled with questions. Who was Alister? Why did he have Elian’s face? And what had Alister done to warrant such a massive bounty?

The lizard men, still cowering on the ground, whispered among themselves. “We didn’t know… we didn’t realize… Alister has returned…” Their voices trailed off, and they remained frozen in fear.

Elian’s gaze snapped back to the lizard men. “What do you know about Alister?” he demanded, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and desperation.

The lizard men trembled, their eyes darting between Elian and the wanted poster. “W-we don’t know much, Alister,” one of them stammered. “Only that you… you were a powerful sorcerer… and that you… you did something terrible…”

Elian’s mind reeled with the implications. Was he truly Alister? And what had he done to deserve such fear and hatred?

The lizard men scrambled to their feet, their eyes darting nervously between Elian and the wanted poster. “We have to get out of here,” one of them whispered urgently. “We can’t be near him.”

Lirien’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. “Wait, we can’t just leave him here,” she protested.

But the lizard men were already fleeing in terror, their scales glinting in the fading light. “We’re not going to risk it,” one of them called back over his shoulder. “Alister is not to be trifled with.”

Lirien’s face twisted in frustration, but she knew better than to pursue the lizard men. Instead, she turned to Elian, her eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

“You’re Alister,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t believe it at first, but… you’re him.”

Elian’s eyes narrowed, his mind reeling with the implications. What did Lirien know about him?

As the lizard men and Lirien fled in terror, Elian stood frozen, his mind reeling with the implications of the wanted poster. The sky above was darkening, the sun dipping below the horizon. The air grew cooler, and a faint drizzle began to fall, casting a misty veil over the alley.

Elian’s gaze snapped back to the wanted poster, and with a surge of anger, he ripped it from the wall. He crumpled the parchment in his fist, feeling a sense of defiance wash over him.

As the rain grew heavier, Elian turned and made his way back through the winding streets of the city. He navigated the alleys, his eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of dadanger.

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Finally, he had arrived at Tharros’s home.

Elian burst through the door, drenched from the rain and shaken by the events in the alley. He slammed the door shut behind him, yelling out into the darkness, “Tharros! Tharros, are you here?”

But there was no answer. The room was silent and dark, the only sound the patter of rain outside. Elian’s eyes strained to see, but he was surrounded by an inky blackness that seemed to swallow everything.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck outside, illuminating the room with a brilliant flash of light. For a brief moment, Elian saw the space around him, the familiar contours of Tharros’s home. But what caught his attention was the figure standing behind him.

Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly red light, piercing through the darkness like lanterns in the night. Elian’s heart skipped a beat as he spun around, but the figure vanished with the light of the lightning, leaving him staring into the darkness once more.

Elian’s breath came in ragged gasps, his heart racing with fear. What was that thing? And where was Tharros?

Just as he was starting to wonder if he was alone in the house, a gentle clap echoed through the room, making Elian jump. The lights flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the space.

Tharros stood in the corner of the room, a small smile on his face. “Welcome back, Alister,” he said, his voice calm and soothing. “I see you’ve had quite an evening.”

Elian’s eyes narrowed, his mind reeling with questions. What was going on? Who was that figure? And what did Tharros know about it all?

Elian’s eyes blazed with intensity as he slammed the wanted poster onto the table. “What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Tharros’s face split into a wide smile, his fangs glinting in the light. “Ah, Elian,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “It’s exactly what it looks like.”

Elian’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. But before he could ask another, Tharros continued.

“You, my dear Elian, are a wanted man. Or, rather, Alister is. And it seems you’ve managed to attract quite a bit of attention to yourself today.”

Tharros’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. Elian’s gut twisted with unease, sensing that Tharros was hiding something from him.

Elian’s face twisted in frustration. “I don’t understand any of this,” he growled, slamming his fist on the table. “My name is Elian Vale, I’m a top-ranking detective in Tokyo. I don’t know anything about being a sorcerer or committing some kind of crime.”

Tharros’s smile never wavered, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Ah, Alister,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “You really don’t remember, do you?”

Tharros’s smile grew wider as he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with an otherworldly intensity. “Let me show you,” he said, his voice low and mysterious.

Tharros placed his palm on Elian’s forehead, and a slight glow of white light emitted from his palm. Elian felt a sudden jolt of energy, and his vision began to blur.

In a flash of white light, a vision unfolded before Elian’s eyes.

He saw a man seated, his legs crossed in a pose of effortless elegance. His light complexion seemed almost luminous in the soft morning light, and his raven-black hair cascaded down to touch the nape of his neck, framing his face with an unruly yet endearing charm. He appeared to be in his late twenties, yet his features seemed chiseled from the very essence of youthful vitality.

His face was a masterpiece of masculine beauty, with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips that seemed to hint at a perpetual smile. Yet, it was his eyes that truly set him apart – bright, ocean-blue orbs that sparkled like sapphires in the morning light. Gazing into those eyes was akin to staring into the depths of the sea and the brilliance of the blue sky simultaneously; it was an experience that left one breathless and yearning for more.

He wore a sleek black suit that seemed tailored to perfection, accentuating his lean physique and broad shoulders. A crisp white inner wear peeked out from beneath his jacket, providing a striking contrast to the dark hue of his suit. A vibrant red pocket napkin added a pop of color to his ensemble, drawing attention to his chest and emphasizing his athletic build. His black suit trousers were impeccably pressed, breaking perfectly above his black socks and polished black shoes.

As he sat there, exuding an aura of confidence and authority, it was clear that this was a man who was accustomed to being in control. In a world where magic was a potent force, where the strong dominated the weak, and where might made right, this enigmatic individual seemed poised to take on whatever challenges lay ahead. His piercing ocean-blue eyes seemed to bore into the very soul, as if daring anyone to question his authority or dispute his claim to power. His name… is “ALISTER”.

In a realm where magic was woven into the very fabric of existence, the law of the land was simple: only the strongest survived. The weak were trampled beneath the feet of the powerful, their existence mere stepping stones for those who sought to ascend to greatness.

And amongst those who vied for dominance, one man stood above the rest: Alister!. He alone inspired awe and terror in equal measure, his name was whispered in reverence and dread.

For Alister was the strongest, a being of unparalleled power who stood as the pinnacle of magic and might. His very existence was an affront to the natural order, a defiance of every law that governed the universe.

He was the anomaly that shattered the balance of nature, a singular entity who rewrote the rules of reality to suit his own whims. His magic was boundless, his strength unmatched, and his will unbreakable.

As the undisputed master of his realm, Alister’s power was a palpable force that could be felt throughout the land. His presence was a storm that raged across the horizon, leaving all who dared oppose him shattered and broken in his wake.

Despite his terrifying power, Alister was a charismatic and confident individual, whose cocky and arrogant demeanor was tempered by a quick wit, a sharp sense of humor, and an irrepressible smile that seemed to suggest he was perpetually amused by some private joke.

Despite his formidable powers and intimidating reputation, Alister exuded a carefree and playful aura, as if he were always ready to laugh, joke, or embark on some new and exciting adventure. But admits his nature, one thing was certain: Alister was indeed…the strongest.

Alister’s arsenal of abilities was a testament to his unparalleled power.

His "Menace" ability allowed him to instill a paralyzing fear in the minds of his enemies, rendering them helpless and unable to defend themselves.

Alister’s “Mind projection” ability was even more insidious, allowing him to impose his will on others without them even realizing it. He could bend the minds of kings and queens, warriors and mages, to do his bidding, all without them being aware of his influence.

His ability to perform ”Astro Projection” allowed him to exist beyond the physical plane, separating his soul from his body and granting him the power to traverse the spiritual realm. From this realm, he could manipulate the threads of fate, weaving the destinies of others to suit his own desires.

But even these abilities paled in comparison to his “Reality Warping” ability, which allowed him to manipulate the very fabric of reality, bending the laws of physics, time, and space to his whim.

But even with all these abilities and much more, He could also shape-shift, taking on any form he desired, from the majestic to the monstrous.

He was even strong enough to sign a contract with the Apex Devil. A feat never achievedmonstrous

Indeed, Alister was a being of unmatchable power, a Titan whose abilities were the stuff of legend. His very existence was a testament to the boundless potential of his magic.