Fred Alabaster was dying for a drink—something to soothe his troubled soul. There'd be unrest in the continent lately, and Selene was just a tiny part of the puzzle. He poured himself a glass of wine absentmindedly, his thoughts muddled up. The continent of Anthras had to deal with rogue mages before, but never to this extent. And it was getting even more challenging to turn away from the troubles knocking on his door. Now, he had to deal with rogue mages and cyborgs. They'd turned the world into a cesspool of chaos. The Defenders ran out of space in the Crypts to throw the rotten eggs in. And if things continued at the pace they were going…Fucking hell, I need a stronger drink.Fred wasn't cut out for things like this; he was a diplomat and a politician. But he couldn't abandon his people. The City of Selene was a city but likened to a country because it had the feel of one. But that wasn't the problem, no. The problem was what lurked underneath that city. The denizens of the un
"Clear all my schedule, Sarah." Fred tugged at the hem of his sleeves, his eyes gaining a steely look. "For how long, sir? And, you called me by my name." Sarah sounded positively shellshocked, but Fred wasn't in the mood for such buffoonery. "Yes, it's your name, is it not?. Clear it for the next year. I have a job to do." Sarah looked taken aback at first, but she maintained her composure, which he was grateful for."Okay, sir. May I come with you?" Fred wasn't sure what to reply to that. Sarah had been with him for over seven years, and she was the best assistant he'd ever had. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that she made everything easier on him. But he couldn't bring her where he was going unless she could manage independently. He was going to miss her, though, but he'd survive."Can you hold your own in a fight?" He asked to mess with her."Yes, sir, I've been practicing for years. And I'm a black belt in aikido, karate, taekwondo, and others." Fred wondered if she was pullin
People were stupid; that's one thing Number 9 was sure of. Her actual name was Raven Wanderlust, even if she didn't use it as much anymore. Alistair doted on her, and in his sight, she could not do wrong. It was a dull existence. Raven had everything, and that made her life so miserable. The first time she took a life, it was a floundering fish. The feel of the slice slicing through its guts pleased her greatly, and she wondered if she was going mad at first. So, she killed a dire beast under cover of the night and felt her body spasm with pleasure. She got a kick out of it and realised she would do it again. It just felt too fun to break things, and the first time she killed a human, she made sure it was with her bare hands. Weapons didn't elicit the same pleasure within her; they always fell short of what they were meant to do. "What's got your panties in a bunch, sweetie?" Her husband and closest friend came from behind, placing a kiss on her neck. She moaned, leaning into the
"Run, you fucking dimwit!" Raven screamed at a young boy who stood in the line of fire as a rain of lightning and firestorm fell from the sky with a vengeance, breaking the first line of defence."Hold the line!" She screamed. As commander of the Tenth Battalion, she was the disposable one, the one the empire used to gauge the strength of the enemy. "Fucking cowards, the lot of them." She was seeing red, and the people under her charge dying did nothing to better her mood."Whatever you do, don't play the hero." She was practically telling them to desert, but she didn't care. They were just cannon fodder, and if they continued, their sacrifices would mean nothing."It's our duty to fight to the death." The captain she handpicked for his straight-laced ways, Nakamura, butted heads with her once more. The Tenth Battalion echoed his sentiments, hitting their spears on the ground in unison and screaming in a booming voice, "WE ARE THE TENTH BATTALION; WE WILL NEVER FALL NOR SLUMBER. AS L
The tides were turning, and Khalifa had to pick a side. Even if it wasn't a side he wasn't proud of. The sounds of battle ran out, blotting out every other thought from his head. They were at it again, the Enforcers. He had no idea why they couldn't just quiet down, turning the town centre into a brawling fest. "Would it kill them to give it a rest once in a while?" Khalifa complained, closing his ears with pillows. It didn't do anything anyway. "Those ragamuffins, up at the crack of dawn and making problems for us, the simple folks. Can't even say I'm happy with how things are going; we'd be cast out before long," A balding middle-aged man named Chris spoke, and there were collective sighs in the bar. "You just learnt a new word?" Ahmed, a regular at the bar, poked fun at Chris, and the entire occupants of the bar chortled, laughter ringing out in quick succession."Hey, wait, you want a piece of me? Young boys like you should know their place, what with the laws nowadays. Back
There were different kinds of people in the world, and Khalifa was an observer. That was his job, and he never interfered. The first time he noticed his ability, he was younger than most. He saw that the world was changing. The scale was tipping to a dangerous side. Magic reigned predominantly, and people with little to no mana like him were relegated to living in the lower strata of the city. But things were going on behind the scenes that could make a person's skin crawl. First, there were bio-weapons made specifically immune to magic, and they were sold on the black market. And mana-enhanced weapons somehow made their way to the underbelly of the city. The country knew of the happenings in Selene, but they couldn't do anything about it because the City of Selene was a superpower on its own. It was the home of some powerful, shady characters. They had money to throw at problems, and some threw around platinum like it was nothing. Others were reserved for special occasions. The wor
I've always wanted to fall," Dante remembered the words of someone he once knew, someone lost to the whims of time. Their conversation resounded in his head, and his eyes kept staring at nothingness, fingers clenched but holding onto nothing."Hey. You look a little lost," Crystal said, sitting beside him. It was the first light of dawn, and Dante had been living in the pocket world for a month. At first, he worried about Alan and the others he didn't know, the people he couldn't reach. But then, he decided to become stronger to ensure that he never had to feel so useless anymore."How'd you notice?" Dante asked without turning around. Strangely, he was beginning to miss home. If that death trap could be called a home. Or maybe he just missed Selene; he couldn't tell. There were so many maybes it was hard to pinpoint what he was truly feeling. But, there was a lethargy consuming his body and mind. It was eroding his sense of self. He'd been in the pocket world, and still no changes.
The hologram's recreation of the members of the Renegades was spot on; Dante could almost reach out and touch them if he dared, which he did. But, his hands casually passed through, as usual. "Can you understand the words I'm saying?" He asked, waving a hand over the face of the hologram. [YES, WOULD YOU LIKE A DEMONSTRATION OF MY UNDERSTANDING ABILITIES?] Well, it has reverted to its old ways. "S, speak to me normally, and no, I don't want a demonstration of your abilities. It was a rhetorical question; you know what those are, right?" Dante was becoming a tad frustrated. "Okay, instructions received," S spoke, and even though it wasn't exactly what Dante was expecting, it was still better than earlier. "Stop playing with yourself and help us get ready for the day," the cheeky voice of Gilgamesh spoke from the mouth of the cave, and Dante almost jerked in fear. "Don't do that, man. You scared me." It was evident in the way his heart raced. "I know; I have to keep you