He placed his hand into the cloud of darkness, and willed out all the authority he could use as the Death Monarch, as well as the power he had over Timicus as an undead. He used those two, then absorbed Timicus' Trait, and decided to add a lot of Talents into the one Trait that Timicus awakened. 'If this doesn't work, I'll just recover his body and soul.' He convinced himself. With [Infinite Recovery(A)], it shouldn't be that much of a problem to truly recover one's body and soul. Especially as he had half of said soul. He thought, already filtering out the chosen Talents for this small experiment of his. [Glitter Control(F)]. [Bloodmancy(E)]. [Tough Skin(D)]. [Slime Secretion(C)]. All these talents were added to Timicus' trait, and evolved it to become a Trait at the same level as the other two Traits. A special grade unique Trait. And once done, he then returned the Trait back to Timicus, and waited for both bloodlines to battle it out with each other. After all, his Talen
Lieutenant commander. That was a term he was more recently acknowledged as, for the past few years since the stars lost their luster, and the light of day was no more. He had passed his courses back at the central sanctuary, and was sent out by his superiors, the commanders of their army, to protect one of the vanguard towns. Vanguard towns being the sanctuaries that remained standing amidst the countless monster attacks. And he, was one of the few promising lieutenants to have remained standing for so many years. And he had seen a lot throughout the time, experienced a lot, and did a lot too. But amongst all these achievements, the one he loved the most, was the fact that he was able to raise the little girl he found lost within the misty darkness. 'Her parents might have left her for dead, or died long ago.' He thought, and took the girl in, and raising her as his own. A rather strange thing to do,but he felt inclined to do so. How, or why, he was not aware either. But he was
The duplicate arrived at the same location as the previous duplicate, and entered a state of Invisibility as well. The room was still relatively the same, without anything being out of place. But perhaps that was to be as expected, since nobody would come here in such a short span of time. 'Now, where to start?' It thought, carefully scouting through the entire room. It went through the wrecked tables first; how they were wrecked, what level of damage was done, and from which angle. 'Seems like a robbery of sorts. As if people deliberately did this.' It deduced. Next, it went through the broken chairs, and came across the same conclusions. Then the posters, and the walls, which net a different deduction. 'Why does this seem like a large beast caused it? The scars on the walls are a bit too nerving...' It thought, a frown on it's face. It then moved to the shattered glass. As among the four walls, one side was made up of glass, something similar to polycarbonate panels, which was v
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [ Yesterdays chapter was unfinished, please go back to review, before continuing with today's chapter. Thanks, and sorry for the inconveniences ] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Why the sudden rush, my friend?" An uninvited entrant curiously inquired, their voice bringing the world to silence. As if only their voice had the decree to be heard. Yet that being the case, it was also foreign to a relatively normal human like Jason, and his duplicates. "...Who the hell are you?" The duplicate froze in shock from hearing the foreign voice, a voice so cold that it sent shivers straight through its spine and into its soul. It was a terrifying feeling. One it did not like. "My, oh my, I am quite hurt." The magnetic voice from before said, sounding a bit saddened, yet also a bit playful at the same time. And both tones unnerved Jason, as he felt neither pity, nor anger towards this person. Just disgust. "Fuck that. Why don't you come out and stop peeking from wherever you are." The duplicate
"I'm not sure. I know nothing of my origins, nor my parents. I just know that one of them is a useless person." The duplicate said, with a bitter chuckle of disdain and mockery. And before the owner of the voice could keep the conversation going, it changed the topic. "So, monitor, what is it that you want from me? I'm listening, as long as it's not beyond me." It asked, casually leaning back on the chair with a light smile on his face. The smile was just a nervous response, that was not from joking or acting. While the attitude was its way of trying to ascertain a domineering presence. But to the owner of the voice, his actions and attitude, were well aligned with those of a devil. 'Being messengers of fear, they know of no fear themselves. And their only interest, even in life and death, is to ultimately make deals.' They thought in intrigue. "To be truthful with you, there is nothing I expected out of you. Well, not for the most part, that is." The Monitor of Fate casually said
"...Alright. Let's skip this one, and move onto the second deal. What would that be?" The duplicate suggested, it's heart stuck in between its throat. The situation was unfavorable, and most likely against them. Especially so, if this guy chose to disagree. Like right now; "No no, my friend, I cannot do that." The Monitor of Fate casually said, disagreeing to the duplicate's condition. "I need the power you will give me, for me to be able to move onto the second deal. And likewise, I'll need your answer of the second deal, before we can move to the final deal." He added. "A deal that will seal the fates of both of our predestined homes; the Celestial Plane and the Infernal Realms." He continued, his voice containing hints of smiles and flames of ambitions within. "..." And this had the duplicate silent in shock. Feeling the rising ambition within the Monitor of Fate's tone, it already came to a realization that there was no other way out of this situation. And since this topic i
Jason stood alone, and sat his distant gaze towards the skies of this empty world. His vision clouded by various thoughts, his visage melancholic. "..." Number two directly glanced at him, and sighed as well. She had only known this man for less than 24 hours now, and could say that she knew a bit about him. He was strange, and eccentric. He was powerful yet relatable. He was moody, yet in a vibrant way. He was mean, but actually kind. Or maybe that was because of Beatrice's influence, she was not sure. But this was Jason to her. Not the man she was currently looking at right now. This side of him was completely new to her image of him. She then followed his gaze, and glanced at the sky as well, then back at him. "...Are you feeling overwhelmed by the situation we are in?" She gently asked him out of the blue. 'Maybe, this is why he's like this. Is he afraid he cannot protect all of us here? Is he burdened by uncertainties? Or is he yearning for more power?' She silently though
"I see. Such gruesome punishments set forth. Are these your punishments, or just those given out by every contract made by each devil?" The Monitor of Fate asked after reading the basic conditions, and the true clone remained silent, only smiling at him. 'Oh? I see...' He thought. "Set forth your demands and punishments first. I'll wait." The true clone declared, setting one leg over the other, as he leaned back onto the leather chair once more, sinking into its embrace and comfort. "...Alright, then. I will do as you say, my friend. Give me a moment." The Monitor declared, as the black pen covered in dark mist on the table, floated up and onto the black page. It then swiftly danced upon the contract at lightning speed, writing out the Monitor's demands and punishments, before sending both back to the true clone. 'That was fast. I guess he's already prepared. Now let's see what he wrote down.' It thought. "For the souls of 99,999 novaks, the shadow devil before me has to give to m