"Hey! Brother! Snap out of it!"Ash whispered in a small voice from behind Ian as he saw Erza and her father contemplating over whether they should apologize to Ian or not.As he nudged Ian from the back, Ian also quickly snapped out of his thoughts and continued where he left off, reliving Erza and her father from the thought of having to apologize to him.'It's too early right now.'He decided to let Erza in on the secrets little by little while helping her out from the sidelines. It's what he always did for the others, the same old pattern."Anyways! Let your people enjoy the food as well, why don't we?!"He said as he looked around and then back at the chief. He nodded his head and signalled for the others to join them and soon, it was another party, just like the ones they witnessed before, happening around them once more."Whoaaa! What is this?!""Right?! It's so delicious?!""Did he cook this himself? Wow, I'm impressed!""We should've gotten them married while we had the chanc
Ian and his party were currently staying in the tribal people's village. After they sorted out the initial misunderstanding that they had about each other, they decided to party all night to forget about the bad stuff.While Ian was busy informing the chief about what was happening in the outside world, time passed and morning arrived before the two even realised.Since they were drinking and eating snacks the whole night, Ian felt tipsy by the time morning came. The two of them were the only ones awake by that time, everyone else deep asleep. After the chief also fell asleep losing the fight against the alcohol and drowsiness, Ian was the only one standing. He pondered for a moment whether he should also take a nap but then decided against it."Someone should stay awake.. "He mumbled under his breath, cheeks flushing red as an effect to the alcohol. He could easily flush it out if he wanted to but the feeling of getting drunk after so long got to him. Noah used to be a regular dr
Drunk Ian. That's it. That's what was happening. As Louis looked at those hazy eyes looking up in his direction, along with the thick smell of alcohol coming from all over Ian, he could tell instantly that Ian was drunk."Brother...?""Just how much did he drink..?"Louis wasn't moving since he still had the stick stuck to his neck, and didn't know how Ian would react to his movements. Ash sighed as he looked at the dozens of empty beer pot beside Ian. "Should we wake the other's up?"Louis asked, still frozen in place. After looking at the situation for a second time, Ash actually found it quite funny. Louis could hear a small snicker ringing behind him."You.. you're really laughing?""Don't move.. pfft.. That stick.. It might pierce your..pfft.. ""Ah really! Brother! Wake up!"Louis shouted in frustration as he looked at Ian. He wasn't particularly afraid of the stick actually. And it looked like his screaming did do something, seeing as the haze in Ian's eyes cleared a little.
Superheroes. Everyone knows more or less what they are.Those amazing, powerful, morally correct human beings that save people in distress while punishing the villains.They're the cool guys. The ideal human, the obedient son, the supportive friend and the loyal partner. They never mess up. Noah wasn't like that. He was anything but a superhero. He had way too many flaws to even call him a decent human. He didn't have any parents to show his obedience to, neither any friends he could die for, or any human who he could call a partner for life. His life was always the opposite actually, the parents died in a car accident while trying to save him and his brother.He received his brothers and friends help for years as he learned to stand on his feet and when it was finally time to give them back what he received, no one was there anymore.The brother loved him enough to die for him, his friends sacrificed their body, soul and future to aid in his goals.The only thing Noah knew by the
Ian was out of his mind. He could barely recognise Ash and the others and separate them from enemy to friends. The only other thing he did was chain himself to the ground when he heard the word drunk, like a relfex or trigger word. But that's all he could do. His brain cell didn't allow him to process anything other than that. And the only drunken habit he had was protecting the people around him. So when Erza appeared out of nowhere and surprised or shocked the members of his party, Ian didn't really have enough data to register her presence. If she were to attack them or show hostility, then that'd be a complete different case. Ash and the other's were subconsciously hiding Ian behind their back when they realised someone who wasn't welcome was present there. They didn't exactly have any deep bond with her afterall. She was just a women Ian knew and someone Ian seemed to favour."Why are you here?""And since when have you been following us?"Ash and Louis stepped forward and
"Umm.. We'll give it back..""Yes..""Just not right now..""I can see why..""We ask for your understanding.""No, it's fine.. Really. "Ash, Louis and Erza. They were talking about the shaft in Ian's arm, the stick he was holding onto for dear life. Erza didn't mind. She didn't think Ian was the type to run away with her father's stuff. Even though they knew each other only for a while, she found him at least that much credible."Is it alright if I stay though?"She asked. She actually wanted to stay and watch what else Ian was going to do while drunk. She found it quite amusing. "Um.. yes.. I'll grab you a chair."They were already back at their camping spot. The camps that they had set up yesterday, and even the food and bed, everything was left as they were. She looked around and observed the many new and unique things that she had never seen before. Some were new to her while common in their world, just because their tribe had no contact with the outside world.But some were
Warning: Description of accidental Self-harm"Soft"Ian mumbled as he brushed his hand through Henry's hair. The way his crumpled up brows softened and his posture loosened, it was clear he was letting his guard down. Everyone was relieved watching his reaction. But there was one problem. They didn't know how long this was going to last. "We should prepare lunch.. "Amber suggested out of nowhere. And although it seemed a little out of place, truth be said, all of them were more or less hungry by now. They had already missed breakfast and it was almost lunchtime. Ian always kept them in a regular routine and fed them three major meals a day along with lots of snacks. So even if their body didn't necessarily need food, they'd always get hungry when the time to eat came. It was more of a psychological thing rather than physical. "Yeah.. Brother should be hungry too.. Right, brother?"Louis asked, expecting to be ignored. To his consolation, Ian at least looked at him. "But what a
"Brother!""That's not what I meant!"Both Louis and Arthur grabbed Ian's hands from each side as they shouted. Ash hurriedly took out a healing potion and poured it over Ian's bleeding wrist hoping that the wound won't leave a scar. Louis on the other hand snatched the rock away from Ian's hand and kicked it far away from them. He wanted to smash it to dust but now wasn't the time."He's really drunk.. I think we should find a method to sober him up now."Erza finally came out of her stunned state and commented. It was all fun and games until now as they saw the drunk Ian pulling strange moves, but she didn't like it at the least how he injured himself so unhesitatingly. 'He didn't even flinch.'She remembered how smooth Ian was while cutting his own wrist and how he kept staring at the blood dripping down from his arm without blinking an eye. It was uncomfortable to watch. "Yes.. It's all my fault.. I wanted to see brother drunk..""No.. We also supported your choice so the faul
Ian returned. After wondering the continent for half a year, he came back with a 'Bang!'. Right when the nobles all around the country gathered to 'show the hero his place', Ian returned. Crazy hypothesises such that Ian being a Devil worshipper, betraying the country and being on the run or that he's actually a demon etc etc all came to an end as he openly took Arthur's side and threatened the other nobles.Of course, most of those rumours weren't too far off the mark. Ian did prefer villains over heroes, demons over angels, he had no love for their country and lastly, he was a darkness ability user with a twisted moral sense. And! To top it all off, he also preferred these rumours over ones that would hail him as a hero. he'd rather be on the run after being called a demon rather than be called a hero and worshipped. Again, twisted morality. But he couldn't do that this time. There were too many people using his name so he couldn't just let it be as those people got treated bad
"It's been a week since young master lost consciousness."Rob wrote in his diary as he sighed. There was a heavy atmosphere surrounding the duchy ever since the day Adrian fell down from the roof and went into a coma. How or why it happened was still a mystery around the duchy but speculations about an attempted suicide was slowly spreading around. Rob didn't believe them though. The Adrian he knew was too selfish and arrogant to do something like that. Yet, even when he was so sure, a small part of his mind kept lingering over that quiet and motionless room where Adrian was."Ah.. It's been a while."With that, Rob went to take another look at the sleeping Adrian for the 36th time that day. Although he was telling himself that Adrian's situation wasn't that serious, that he'd wake up soon, as he tried to remember all the bad things Ian did in his short lifetime just to mask his worry, he didn't even realise that he was unconsciously heading towards Ian's room again. After worryin
Things Ian did(Unintentionally or intentionally) that influenced the future of Arthur's world: First of all, although the effect wasn't that eye-catching at the moment, Ian was going to be known as the figure that erased racial discrimination. Due to him giving shelter to people of all age and race, and the humans around him having constant changes in their views and perspective, it was going to be the seed that erased all future discrimination and racial profiling. Secondly, he was going to be known as the bridge between Humans and the Demons. The Queen of the Demons, Ash's mother who had gone back to the demon world to deal with some 'internal affairs' would soon return with an actual offer of friendship between the demons and the humans. It was Bela's way of showing gratitude to the people who had taken care of her son in his times of need. Ian's love for Ash was plain as day and the care and gentleness he showed when dealing with him was no different from what a parent woul
"What..?""That's absurd!""Is that sorcery? Does he think he can fool us so easily?!"There were looks of disbelief, shock and confusion on everyone's faces as they looked at Ash. But no matter how tough they acted or how oblivious they tried to be, the bone chilling aura coming from Ash that slowly filled the room was undeniable. It was an aura that was impossible for any human to manifest, dark and scary."It doesn't matter whether you believe me or not.""I'm not the one behind bars looking at lifetime imprisonment and possible death sentence."Ian shrugged his shoulders in a casual manner as he signaled for Ash to stop. He was only here to give these people a chance. A chance at repentance. If they refuse to grab it, he didn't care less whether they died or lived inside a cage forever. 'Human resources are valuable after all.'That was one of the other reasons why Ian was here. He wanted to bind all these people under contract and have them serve the country. It didn't sit right
"You're gonna let them go?" Arthur asked, conflicted, as he looked at Ian. They were currently in an underground prison, the biggest prison that was made on Ian's request under the Duchy. The war criminals, the cult members, were being held here. Seven days had already passed since Ian's soul returned to his body. He was forced to have complete bedrest this whole time by his parents and the kids. They finally let him go after he managed to manipulate them emotionally with everything he had. It was a difficult job indeed. But nothing was impossible for Ian. "Let them go? NO?" Ian asked back in utter shock instead. But it wasn't Arthur's fault that he misunderstood. Ian did indeed say something that could be easily misinterpreted. "But you just said 'It's time to go out.'..?" That's what he said. To the criminals. Not that he meant it literally. "To the hall. TO.THE.HALL." Ian repeated himself twice, once for the criminals and once for Arthur. Everyone captured already had
Ian's time with the kids were cut short as the Dicarious couple arrived in a haste. A part of Ian was happy to see them again after so long. But a part of him was also wondering if they really were there for Ian. What if they were expecting their son to come back? What if the person they expected to see coming to his senses was Adrian and not him? How disappointed they would be. With a mixture of these various emotions coursing through his mind, he failed to make any type of expression when faced with those two people. Neither could he smile wholeheartedly nor apologize and cry. The kids were guided outside by Arthur and Albert, giving Ian and his parents the room to themselves. Ash was reluctant to leave seeing Ian's expression, but the atmosphere was too heavy for him to interfere. So while everyone else went to another room, he stayed, waiting while standing outside Ian's room. The others also didn't force him to leave since they didn't know which was better. "Are you
"YOU!"Smack!"THOUGHTLESS!"SMACK!"BAS-! JER-!! PERSON!"Ian had to wake up from his peaceful sleep with the sound of someone's shout along with the obnoxiously loud yet not so painful smacking of the pillows."Ow ow ow.. what the hell...?""Huh?""I'm back?"Ian woke up rubbing the back of his head that was the victim of continuous battering and looked around. The changed bedroom and the familiar faces made him aware of the fact that he had indeed come back. "What?""What are you talking about, young master? You didn't go anywhere."Both Albert and Arthur looked concerned as they checked Ian's status for any abnormalities. Only after multiple checking did they finally sigh in relief. "Ah no.. ""Hey guys.. Long time no see?"Ian greeted the kids and the Prince and the Knight all together while leaning back on his bed. The one responsible for the ruthless battering from before still had a massive pout on their face as they silently glared at Ian. "Are you angry? I'm sorry. How lo
Ian enjoyed the tea from hell while having a long and informative conversation with death, or at least that's who he assumed the other person was. He learned about the past that he had locked away and the people he had forgotten. But it all felt distant, like he was viewing the life of somebody else. "Why did I do that? Lock my memories?"Ian was curious. Just by watching the memories of Noah's future, he could tell that he lived a pretty okay life. The daughter he adopted also turned out to be great. She became his family. These were precious memories. So he couldn't understand why he'd lock them up like this. "After I presented you with my request, this is what you told me."Death continued showing Ian another set of completely different memories. An old man, wrinkly hand, white hair, hazy eyes. The room looked similar to the one he was in right now, and so was the person in front of them. "The me right now cannot save a world.""The blade has already lost it's edge.""I've grow
"What do you mean by welcome back?"Ian asked, confused. As far as he could remember, never before in his life did he see this man or these scenes. And these weren't circumstances that he'd forget 'by chance' either. "After your first death, you came here.""First death.. Ah.. When I jumped down the bridge?"Ian remembered his last moments as Noah. The music that played, the scenery he watched on top of that bridge, they were all very memorable. Yet, he had no memory of coming to this place.But unlike Ian's thoughts, the guy in front of him shook his head in denial. Not understanding exactly which part he was denying, Ian tilted his head to the side slightly."What death are you talking about then?""You didn't die back then."The guy sat down on the bed, facing Ian and the endless hell behind him as he spoke. "When you were at the verge of losing consciousness, you heard a childs cry.""A child?""Yes. It was the final monster outbreak." Ian wondered what this guy was talking abo