The next morning I packed whatever remained of my luggage. Lubbock hadn't come back yet, I had to pack his stuff too. He hadn't brought much with him and most of it wasn't meant for the round trip so I barely had much on me. Miss Traveler said she was leaving too. We decided to leave town together. To be honest, I felt like I needed to talk to her at least once before we left.I was waiting for her downstairs, having finished with my brief packing earlier. It hadn't snowed last night, but the morning was chilly. I was sitting at the bar as the owner scrubbed clean the glasses that he never even had to use."Why don't you leave here?", I asked him."And go where?""Somewhere you can find food easily."He chuckled."An old man like me can survive on bark", he started on another glass, "I'd be dead by the time I make it off this mountain anyway.""Come with us, then."He said nothing. I suppose that was it, his decision. "You young folk can't understand, I was like that once too. But li
"How many people do you think a person can kill in one day?"That question was rather casually posed to me by the well dressed man sitting next to me. My glass of a weirdly tasting alcohol was way too warm now for me to drink it. On second thoughts, I was never planning to drink it anyway. I looked stumped, staring at my glass, when he prompted me with this unexpected question. Seeing as I was at a loss and had no idea how to answer, he chuckled."Sorry, its just a myth I've been thinking about. When a person kills a lot of people in a single day, they become a Shura, a berserker in short. I wonder if it really is true. Though no one knows how many kills it takes to become a Shura. They don't have a reason to kill, the Shura, they simply become enraptured and go on a path of carnage and destruction. I haven't seen one yet, but I'd like to, someday. Though, I don't think they'd sit down for a peaceful chat", he chuckled again, chugging his drink. "Don't soldiers kill dozens of people
"I know you're awake, Seraph. Don't make me throw you out of the window."I uttered a disappointed 'tsk' before sitting up in my bed."Aren't you awfully early, Lubbock?", I asked with a displeased face.I had been trying to buy time for Mer Claire to leave town. He had told me that he wasn't staying more than a night in the town and that he planned to leave early. Knowing that talking Lubbock out of it wasn't an option, I decided to try and be as lazy as I could. I just needed to give him a window to escape from this no-name town and disappear into a world where we wouldn't be able to find him. As for Norn, we wouldn't want to plot an assassination that would get us on their bad side."Don't think I can't see what you're up to", that was a moment of carelessness on his part, though I can't be sure if he didn't do it deliberately.Lubbock was a "always keep it secret" guy. This, I hadn't yet learned. And though he acted aloof all the time, he wasn't the kind of person that ever said m
"We're never going to find him.""Seraph, I swear, if you say that one more time...""Well, what else do you want me to do, Lubbock? I've even forgotten his face already. What's the guarantee he hasn't? I mean, he did leave all of a sudden. Maybe it dawned on him that I wasn't a guy worth having breakfast with. Better be left behind in the dark of night and-""Shut up!", Lubbock completely refused to listen, "If you knew what would happen, you wouldn't be saying this.""If only! Why don't you just educate me on the subject, then?"Lubbock stopped walking. We were in the middle of some really desert-like place and though we were covered from head to toe, standing idly made you feel like there was no such thing as wind there and the sun was coming down to melt you right down to the bone. "Seraph", he turned around to face me, wearing a frown, "Do you remember I told you I saw Lady crying?"Indeed, he had told me that. And I found it quite shocking. I nodded."That is my first memory of
"You are commendable, o hero of justice!", said Lubbock, all chipper having had his fill.I kept glaring at him wide-eyed as he cozied up to Claire. Somehow, the two hit it off so good, I was feeling left out. "Oh hardly!", chuckled Claire.Claire seemed to have forgotten me. I suppose he was more drunk last night than I imagined. I didn't insist upon it, when he said that he didn't recall meeting me. He did admit to having a hangover last night, so perhaps his memory of me had already faded. It seemed to me that we'd come out here for nothing. Now that we were in a pitch black desert, I didn't think Claire would be able to see Rouge's semblance in me. Even with the fire going, he was completely occupied with Lubbock so I felt safe on that note. Still, it was strange that he left in such a hurry after a hangover. Although, I hadn't pressed the matter, we still needed to make sure he wasn't lying. I think that was why we were still sitting with him even after we'd eaten. "Ah, you sa
"I don't like him", she pouted, clenching onto her little white dress."Why, Miss Rouge? Master is really kind.""Don't call him that!"They were just kids, then. And so they didn't need any reason to hate or like someone. All the more so in her case. She despised the tall young boy, that seemed far too perfect to everyone, even herself, though she wouldn't admit it. She flitted her long golden hair across her shoulder and ran off into the garden. Mer watched her strode off, there was no stopping her. "What am I going to do with her?", he muttered under his breath before going after her. He spent most of his days running after her but today was especially important. The guests she seemed to hate were very important to her grandfather. It was just the two of them, the father and son who was some years older than Mer and Rouge. Mer had found him nice to speak to, although he was the silent type. "What do you hate about him so much?"He finally found her by the fish pond. She would w
""They're missing!"Those words were hurled all around the estate as a sudden storm took over the peaceful dinner. After Rouge stormed off, having insulted the Blackwells and getting herself dismissed by her grandfather, she was nowhere to be found. Mer, who had gone after her, was missing too. "I saw them sitting by the pond, like usual. I didn't think much of it. And then they went somewhere. Not to the forest, I thought, because Mer was leading the way", a servant who'd last seen them told the master of the house. It was already too dark out, this was no time for them to be wandering around. Especially if Mer was with her, he'd have been mindful to bring her home on time. Her grandfather apologized profusely to the guests after the distasteful event, but old Blackwell could sense the anxiety in his voice. There wasn't a stone left unturned in the entire estate when the old master ordered a search party to go into the forest. He intended to call the local sorcerer's search party
"So, what next?", I whispered to Lubbock who pretended I had said nothing. After breakfast, we were just sitting silently as Claire sipped on his warm tea that both of us had refused. He said it was something that kept him awake all day so he carried it with him wherever he went. "How long do you think it would take us to get there, Mer?", Lubbock casually imposed us on him."Hmm, well it could vary depending on the route we end up on. I'd say about a day. But that is just my conjecture. We could be wandering here for a full week should things go south", Claire didn't realize how we were suddenly his travel partners. "Ah, that would be a problem!", Lubbock exclaimed as if it was our problem."Perhaps so", saying Claire got up, "In any case, we should get moving."I was dying inside as we dragged ourselves through the barren desert till noon. Lubbock's excitement that didn't dull even a bit throughout was only getting on my nerves. On the contrary, Claire felt uplifted seeing his en
I would like to think to myself that this isn't the end. But seeing as her story went back to where it all started, I realized that my role wasn't saving her at all. I just made sure she'd continue to exist, eternally.In eternal suffering and forgetfulness and new encounters and the last times, in every world, she'll continue to exist.As for me, I couldn't bear to live in a world knowing she was somewhere out there, helpless and torn, just as she'd been when I first found her.When did I first find her?Who can say? I had always been talking about how I wished I'd met her sooner. In fact, I had always known her. Our existences were intertwined so much that I don't think either of us could just pull away and be happy all on our own without thinking of the other.After I'd returned Lady's power to her, I floated away in an empty space for an eternity. I was foolish enough to think that the sorrow would fade away one day. But no matter how long and far I floated away, the memory and th
It was the coldest I'd felt in ages, and there was an aching heaviness in my head that I simply couldn't seem to shake off no matter how much I walked. I don't know when, how, or why I was walking through the snow towards the top of some hill I didn't even know.For that matter, I didn't remember who I was, how I'd gotten there, or where I was going.And just like that, before I knew it, I had collapsed in a den of wolves. Luckily, it looked abandoned, so I didn't get eaten off right away. I figured it'd be a long, slow death. I found the idea of such a gentle death appealing, despite the fact that I was walking mindlessly just seconds ago.I must have passed out, for when I came to, I was stiff as a rock. And yet, I wasn't that cold anymore. I lifted my head to find myself covered in a bear pelt. Someone had been so kind as to cover me up. And yet, the pelt was rather old and shoddy. Who cared as long as it could keep me warm?I stood up, looking around, getting accustomed to my surr
"I didn't imagine we'd ever come to a crossroads such as this", I let out a puff of smoke, standing opposite her."But, as a matter of fact, I always had a feeling we would", Lady answered with her signature smirk."Sure, you did", I said sarcastically.It was surprising at first. But things made sense soon enough. Lady had sent all of us away on a mission. She'd isolated herself at Valhalla. Chopper had left of his own accord. She'd sent Sight to look for him. Deli had gone to see her children. And she bid Lubbock and June farewell. She'd even given her fur coat to June. Grim was on a mission, too. And I was looking for Jean V. to deliver her letter.It was all exactly as it had been back then. When I'd return from meeting Jean V., Lady would already be beyond saving. Back then, all I knew was that the person who sent her that blank letter was the one who came to kill her. I never ventured to find out much else.It all made sense now as I stood be
"Must you leave without fulfilling my wish, Seraph?"He had some guts to ask. I looked up at the red sky. There was nothing but barren, burnt land all around us."What else could you ask for?", I looked back at him."You look so old, Seraph", he chuckled, "What exactly did you give the others?"I looked behind me without answering his question. There was no one and nothing."What? It's a long story", I answered without looking at him."We've got time to kill", he grinned."I don't", I said, but went on to answer him anyway, "I gave everyone what they wanted.""Really?"I glared at him, "Yes, really, Grim. I took a fee, of course."He laughed."And what will you take from me?", he asked, grinning.I looked around and then rested my eyes on him."There's really nothing."He seemed to agree."So how'd you manage?""Well, Grim, you could almost call it travelling back through time. Though, it really isn't that. I split the worlds to create new ones. Time doesn't exist for me anymore. Ever
"I will take death in any way and form it comes to me, anywhere and anytime."That had to be the most brazen statement I'd heard. It took me a bit to take that statement in."You really have no special requests? If I can, I'd like to make it up to you", I sat down and stared at his bloodied face.He shook his head."Make up for what?", he asked.He didn't know me yet to call me "boy" but I suppose that's the way it had to be.I had become better at rewriting the reality. I could write quite far back in certain cases. For example, in Sight's case, I made it so he never met Lady and Chopper on the night he killed the prima donna, Czarna Dalia.Before meeting them he didn't know anything about what he'd been doing. He didn't know what an outcast was, even though he himself was an outcast. Ignorance is indeed the greatest of all blisses. And I thought for Sight, it had to be the biggest saving.Lady was right. People who see things differently are the most dangerous of all. Especially tho
"This isn't what I asked for, Seraph", she complained, fixing her glasses on her tiny nose."I don't get what the hell it is that you want exactly, June", I was beginning to get tired."You don't understand at all", she folded her arms."You're damn right, I don't. What kind of crazy a-""One thing.", she looked at me sternly, "One thing I'm asking for is a place to be happy. Not a mother, not a wife, not a hero, not any of the other things you're trying to come up with.""What'll make you happy, exactly?", I folded my arms and leaned against the wall of Valhalla.Everyone else was off to fend the red sky off. June had been left behind in a protective barrier.She fell silent."How about Lady? Isn't she your favorite?""I could care less about her", she answered, bluntly, "I hate her.""Huh?", I wasn't sure I'd her heard her right."She does everything on a whim. She claims to understand everything when rea
"They are waiting for you, Monsieur Lubbock", a dark woman poked her head into the dressing room, "It's almost time for the show."The bajillion young ladies that were powdering his nose scattered away.His face was pink with heat and he wore a long fancy coat. It almost looked odd on his somewhat small figure."I'll be right there", he answered, gussying up in the mirror."Aww, you're leaving already, Monsieur?", some of the girls came up to him.He chuckled modestly."What can I say? The life of the greatest singer in the world isn't so relaxing, my dears.""You might be the greatest singer, but Monsieur is also the life of all women's hearts", one of the cheekier ones commented.Lubbock laughed. He didn't try to hide how much he loved being pampered like this."I'm sorry, girls. My audience awaits!"Saying so, he shot out of the room and hurried towards the stage. Backstage was always heated just before his shows. He was the one star that every theater wanted to have. But he was a
"Do you blame me for mother's death, father?", she asked, placing the empty cup of tea on the little side table.Her father wasn't facing her. He was still locked up in his study, reclining on his chair and looking out of the window at some distance lands.She sat straight, with her back erect. The weight of her gown was enough to tire her but she was made up, as befitting of a noble. She had to look all the more perfect since she was visiting her home for the first time since her marriage."Blame you?", the lord of the house spoke in his grave voice after a while, "I simply don't think you were worth her death. Esme was a wise woman. A level headed, understanding, noble woman."Faye looked at her lap."You refuse to carry out the will of the house of Vlad. You'll go as far as to commit a heinous crime to that end. I'm disappointed beyond measure."Faye pursed her lips. No one but she herself had been hurt the most by what she'd done."Vlad was born to you twice. And yet, you ungratef
"Tell you what, Seraph, this one time, I met a girl and she had these enormous scars all over her arms and legs. I couldn't help noticing her, of course. When she told me she did it herself, I couldn't help it. I killed her then and there", he chuckled to himself, "I didn't want to do it, of course. Something just came over me. It wasn't that she told me she did it herself. It was how she said it. She was smiling.""I'm sure she wasn't smiling because she was happy", I answered, with a solemn look on my face."I'm sure of that too. I was sure of it back then too. That's probably why I killed her. But do you know how many people I've saved?"He looked at my face. I stayed silent."I've saved more people than I've killed. I've been counting since the beginning. I know, for sure, that my atonement is over. At least, it ought to be. But does it look like I'm still repenting?", he asked, smiling vaguely, knowing my answer."You do.""That's because I am. No matter how many I save...the ato