Restrictions

When I? I can't remember the last moments before I fell asleep when I arrived at the mansion. I only know I'm in bed from the feeling of comfort under my head and the fabric veils that surround me. Being able to hide even my deepest momentary worries. Even though I'm conscious, I don't want to get up, I just want to enjoy the dark of my closed eyes and snuggle between the blue sheets of Alex's bed. I keep waiting for something or someone to pull me out of that fabric trap, like the irritating voice of my perverted benefactor or the clink of the china cup Liz would bring me to start my day or maybe the sound of chalk writing on the blackboard, in the lessons of my tyrant and selfish teacher.

But not even my biological clock would allow me to stay like this, punctual as always, no matter how tired I was. Against that strong willpower to stay still I try to at least open my eyes, but in the small slit of my eyelids I'm hit by a strong and glistening ray of yellowish light that hinders me in the process. I want to curse whoever was the bastard who left the bedroom curtains open. Managing to lift my spine and sit on the bed with anger on the tip of my tongue. Soon my eyes follow my negativity and open a little ready to curse the culprit, but my voice doesn't come out. My tongue freezes between my teeth and my eyes are forced to wake up. I expected to wake up amidst those fine linens and the room decorated with only the finest furniture, lit by the bright light of the small but ornate chandelier of pure silver, but I find myself in a different place. Strange, inviting or even terrifying, these are all the feelings I had when I saw that room that appeared before me. A simple and rather boring room, a simple study table in front of the bed, just a dark wooden closet and no posters or paintings hanging on the beige walls, a blank canvas almost as if no one is sleeping here, as if no one owns it.

Denial comes right over me, almost choking me. My legs feel numb and I can't move much on the bed with the white sheets. I can't escape and I don't even have an escape route other than the small window or the door to my left.

- Not again...

My arms shake and the urge to panic builds up, almost making me throw up. I manage to crawl to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the icy wooden floor, which will soon become stained. On impulse I throw myself at the window, almost knocking over the table, trying with all my might to open it, but the wood just doesn't move. I try to break its glass with magic but nothing happens, not even a drop of water or a spark appears on my fingers. I try to break, I don't care anymore, I start punching the glass over and over again and again, punch and punch and punch and punch until I can't lift my arms shattered by fatigue and the glass, intact. Not even a scratch or drop of blood running down the transparent surface. I fall to my knees in defeat looking at my hands hoping for some bruise that could draw some blood from me, but nothing, even though I've punched the glass several times, I didn't feel the pain in my fingers or any bone in my hand.

- A dream?

The first thing that popped into my mind as an answer. My desperation seems to settle with the idea, since it's something that has already happened. Something I see without needing to dream. I don't know how many times I wished I never saw this, this scene, this tragedy again, but it seems my subconscious doesn't want to let go of the past. I would give anything for it to be just a dream and I would be able to have a normal life, but I'm just tired of dreaming. I can easily remember the happy times I had here, but I can't forget the intoxicating taste of blood running down my lips.

- Fuck. - It's even comical for my mind to show me that again, as if I never get tired of seeing it. I'm really tired of being enslaved by my own memories, my nerves feel like they're going to explode!

Even though I wanted everything to stop and I just woke up to the harsh reality, my own mind betrays me. In the background begins... the horrible sound of someone banging on wood with fury, loud and repetitive almost driving me insane. I swallow hard and try to cover my ears but it's not enough, the sound intensifies and pierces my eardrums. It feels like they want it to be repeated, the script in my memories so the scene goes on perfectly and the audience in my mind enjoys the tragedy.

My arm is pulled brutally, my bones ache but my body moves on its own and I am forced to stand on wobbly legs, transforming myself into an obedient and desperate puppet. More deafening bangs from the door. I blink and now find myself facing the wooden entrance, shaking with the strength of the monstrous man on the other side. I try to close my eyes and try to run away from that place, even though it was something childish was the only thing I could do, but not even my pupils would obey me, keeping open and immobile in my panic. Soon mixing with the beats a sound of something gooey moving starts to predominate. From the cracks in the floor beneath me and even under the door, long, thick shadows crept out. The grotesque appearance sickened me, imagining those things climbing up my body. But to my surprise the big shadowy slugs seemed to ignore me and just gathered at one point, between me and the door.There were countless black fragments that merged together to form a tar-black figure and much taller than I was. I recoil as an impulse that the thing is going to attack me, but the black mass just turns in the direction of the strikes and instantly throws itself against the door that was about to be knocked down. What is it? I wonder over and over, almost able to ignore the fact that I can't move in the face of this sudden appearance.The shadows slowly began to writhe and its silhouette took on a more polished shape, making it easier for me to understand, in a more humanoid and muscular mold and finally I can distinguish the shadow from the rest of that horror.

- Hmm... looks like you won't stop bothering me anytime soon... Haru. -It almost hurts to say his name, not knowing whether to laugh with joy or cry at being forced to see his figure one more time, one more damn time. I want to move on! I want to forget! I want to have my life! These thoughts keep hammering in my head, my neurons were completely worn out, doesn't even my own mind want me to be happy? Maybe it's my punishment...

"Punishment"... Maybe that defines what is happening. Small tears well up in my eyes in a sign of clarification, as if I've found the reason for all this. If he wasn't here. He would be alive. It's your fault! You had the idea to invite him! Idiot! Damn you! If he didn't come, the monster would only get you! GUILTY!GUILY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUILTY!GUITY!GUITY!GUITY!GUITY!GUILTY!GUITY!GUILTY!

- Sorry... sorry, sorry... - I speak between my tears, sobbing and begging my own voices to stop.

I feel defeated, I feel like the things I did after that night were nothing, I did nothing but go around in circles. If this is what I deserve, then I better go for it. If this is my punishment then I will take it, one of the lessons my father taught me when I was younger.

The sounds didn't seem to stop at any time, seemed to wait for me until I moved. Waiting for the lead actor to step in or just waiting for the puppet to be ready to follow the puppeteer's orders. I take the first step with trembling legs, the next one moves of its own accord, seeming to give me freedom but at the same time keeping me aware of the lines across my body. I take two more steps closer to the figure that was once a young love, not knowing if I was moving on my own or not, I don't even care anymore... if this ends, I don't care if I move alone or not.

That distance is enough for me to be noticed by "Haru", having his light blue eyes piercing my body, watching me over his shoulder. Hmm? Blue eyes? Who else has...?

The second I'm spotted, Haru runs towards me, staggering with weariness and frees himself from the human barricade role. The black dissipates and the bright colors of the skin return with the blonde of the hair. His arms held my entire body, seeming to release the puppet strings that controlled me and my balance is at the mercy of his strength to keep me upright. So close that I can feel the familiar heat of his body, the warm smell and the rapid sound of his heartbeat, it was amazing how the atmosphere he created could make those horrible sounds, the voices and the furious beatings just become whispers in the background... even though it's a punishment, I try to enjoy that moment and memorize one last time his body, every muscle that touched me in his beautiful eyes... Muscled, I remember that idiot... Hmm? Who?

- Yuki, everything will be fine. I promise. - Haru's voice was calm and managed to make that environment more comfortable, not showing fear and even trying to create some hope that everything would work out in the end. We would have a happy ending. - Let's make it. - His hug squeezes me carefully. I'm afraid of what this shadow will say, but I have nothing to lose, even if he starts screaming and saying horrible things to me, I'll never forget the moments of joy.

- Haru... thank you... sorry... I love you-

- This time it will work. - His voice didn't break, interrupting my words. His voice was now firm and strange, I've never heard him like this. He tenses his muscles, almost making me gasp. What is it?! Haru!?

Free from the ropes, I try desperately to free myself from his arms, trying to at least open some space between me and him. My heartbeats skyrocket, mixing with the voices and strikes that returned to torment my ears. I can't calm down. I want to leave! I want to leave! Haru please!!

- This time... it's going to be perfect... - A tired voice comes out of his mouth, an oppressive tone that shakes my body and makes me sink my nails into Haru's skin to make him stop. For him to answer. Anything!!!

I can't keep my mind steady and begging for some answer to the shadow of the past. The sight of having my body stabbed can't frighten me any more or the sharp pain of the blade. Haru's body drops me to the ground and disappears, I just get on my knees not moving any further from that spot.

Everything around me disappears. I see nothing but darkness. A cold place. A single spotlight that illuminated only me. I was lost, I didn't feel my skin or any of my limbs, I felt broken... forgotten, but I wasn't desperate or bothered by that feeling it's more like I... just got used to it.

The circle of light gradually diminished. No! The light was already dim and only illuminated my torso while the rest was swallowed by shadows. I am scared! My collarbone is covered. Someone, help! My mouth is next. Dad! Mom! Minato! My eyes are all that's left, slowly devoured. Haru... The last light disappears and my body is stagnant, as if I don't exist anymore without that dark. Becoming my world.

- What's wrong with being in the dark? What's wrong with being consumed by the shadows?

What a soft voice.

- You don't have to worry about anything dear. Here is the best place you can stay.

The person could talk for an hour. What had happened?

- Let yourself sink. Deeper and deeper into the black, they won't find you here. Get stained, get stained.

They?

- It's safe here, it's better to just forget what hurts.

Truth. If it hurts, just forget about it.

- Good boy, my little lamb.

I jump so I almost fall out of bed. I'm back in the real world, covered in the blue silk sheets and sitting on that giant bed that almost swallows me up. Even though I had just woken up, I felt more tired than ever. Even being in the middle of that cozy blue fabric nest, I just didn't feel any comfort from a good night's sleep, just the stress pounding in my head and keeping me away from being in a good mood.

- What a Shit dream.

Toc Toc Toc

The soft sound of knocking echoes through the room and waking my distracted mind. I wanted to pretend I hadn't heard anything and try to catch a few hours of sleep but… I really don't want to have another nightmare.

I refuse but still get up, avoiding that sheet trap with the little willpower I have. I waste no time and reach for the icy silver doorknobs, ignoring the cold sensation in my hands and opening the double doors with a little difficulty from their weight. Letting a long sliver of light into that room darkened by silk curtains.

- Good morning Liz. - I respond immediately when I see that stoic expression and flaming eyes, wearing her traditional uniform and impeccable posture.

- Good morning Yuki-san. - A low and delicate voice graced my ears, managing to take me away from my thoughts a little. - You looked pretty tired when you arrived, did you manage to sleep after your trip from Kyoto?

- A little, but I don't want to go back to bed anytime soon. - I don't want to bother with it now so I hide from the maid who doesn't react to my words. - How long did I sleep? - I feel my tired muscles waking up with that light from the hallways covering my body. Since when did I change clothes? I remember wearing the uniform when I got here, now I was in violet fabric pajamas. Being a T-shirt and shorts that reached my knees, considerably longer than the style Alex normally chooses... Liz.

- It's obvious that I chose your outfit. If that degenera- Alexander-sama could choose, you would be completely naked. - She can read my mind? Wait she called Alex what? - No, I can't read your mind, don't worry. - She really can't? - I can't, your face is an open book and I have experience in interrogations, I know well what others are thinking. But... if I'm not mistaken, three days have passed since your arrival, master. - Isn't that the same as reading other people's minds?... wait, what?

- Three days?! - Now I'm awake.

- No need to exaggerate, it was only three days.

- In human conception this is a long time.

- Anything in the human conception is a long time.

- Please don't use my race's conception of time as something against me. - I ask hopeful for the change of subject. This discussion is going to take time and I don't want to start a debate without a cup of coffee. - Wait, three days! What happened to-?!

- First calm down Yuki-san. Stress is not good for the body, especially if you've just woken up. - With a quick movement of her tongue I am interrupted. I can't even panic. - That icehead (Jax) reported the progress of the hunt and how you successfully completed your mission with incredible results, very impressive my lord. - My cheeks turn red with her compliments, making me a little awkward.

- Liz, I just did what was necessary. - Bragging a little isn't that bad.

- But he also reported other things. - I look forward to the next praise proud. - Like the kind of recklessness of someone running away from the infirmary and going off to hunt ghosts. - I think I celebrated too soon.

- Well... Liz you need to understand that it was something that happened at the moment. You know, spontaneous.

- Including creating a mountain of ice with the bodies of monsters, even though you took your first mana control class less than a week ago?

- That was...

- Extremely unnecessary! I read the damn report including your meeting with the group of God's servants or whatever! - Shit. - No matter how many years pass, humans don't change their... AH! - It's the first time I've seen Liz angry, or at least almost, now I understand Alex's fear. - Aff... - A sigh, a good sign... I think. - But in the end you did the work, exaggerated but you did it. It even helped expose a certain perverted rat in our armies. - Mastema comes to my mind with Liz's quick and rude description.

- Thank you, I think. - Maybe I'm not in such trouble.

- Anyway... Master Alexander and that boy you brought yesterday are waiting for you to have breakfast. - She returns to her maid posture and informs me of the situation. - We've already taken the necessary precautions on the ghost and apparently he seems to be safe. Alexander-sama is also quite happy with your acquisition, it's not easy to capture a ghost. This can bring a lot of good things and can even increase your popularity among the demons.

The news spreads really fast, I'm a little worried about attracting attention but I can't stay hidden forever. "Acquisition", a little cold to call him that, but I don't think I was in a position to complain.

- If that put an end to your worries, let's go, I don't want to keep Alexander-sama waiting. - Having the short time she ignores the cordialities and doesn't even give me time to react.

- Oh it's fine. - I don't even say anything against it, I just follow her instructions, happy to be able to fill my belly.

- My sermon may be over but you will hear a lot from Alexander. - Shit.

Having that bad feeling running through me, I try to distract myself in those blue corridors with Liz walking in front of me. Watching, apprehensive about what might happen when I find Alex, I just hope he doesn't lock me up in this house. We continued along that path that was becoming more and more familiar to me, each curve, each hanging painting indicating that we were on the right path to the entrance hall. The many windows that illuminated the corridors with morning light are replaced by the luxurious chandeliers of the staircase. I'm the one to take the first step and start down the dark wooden stairs.

At each step I looked around me with the delicacy of someone who has just woken up, not paying attention to the various details, just reflecting. Before, this was a mysterious and fearful place in blue and silver but gradually I was able to feel that place more comfortable for me in this short period of time, showing that my fear was just the product of the very rejection I was feeling or still feeling.

Finally, I walk down the stairs and reach the marble floor. Even though I got there first, Liz manages to outrun and arrives before me to the living room doors and positions herself waiting patiently.

Two more steps and it's enough. She places her small, delicate hands over the thick doors and with no effort from the experienced maid, Liz just pushes through the big wooden entrance like it's nothing… impressive… maybe scary. With the doors open, she returns to her earlier position and gives me passage to the room that was as large as a noble's ballroom.

Even worried, there was nowhere for me to run. I just keep going, waiting for that man sitting on his fancy couch, robe loose and almost half-naked holding a cup of coffee.

- Slow. You took so long that I thought you wouldn't show up. - A tired voice stands out in the background, taking me by surprise and making me pay more attention to the rest of the giant room.

My eyes follow the annoying voice until I spot a large six-seater table, upholstered chairs and decorated with tiny silver balls. A gigantic blue tablecloth covered the table, decorated with several porcelain plates of fruit, baskets with various types of bread and croissants and some with thin slices of meat. Looks like they did a renovation while I was away or while I was sleeping. Alex was sitting at the end of the table closest to the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, giving a wonderful view of the as-yet-unexplored garden and allowing a gigantic amount of light to illuminate the room. Looking at the details of the table from afar I can see a head moving beside Alex, so distracted enjoying his food that he doesn't even seem to notice me, wearing new clothes and tidy hair, the little ghost had a much happier expression than when I met him at school. That's great.

- Looks like you're enjoying the new table Alexander-sama? - Once again I feel a bit of sarcasm in Liz's voice, who remained beside me with her spine perfectly erect. Did Alex do anything to put her in a bad mood?

- It would be perfect if you brought me a whiskey to sweeten my coffee.

- In your dreams.

- What did you say? - He really did something.

- Nothing Alexander-sama. Yuki-san looks a little tired from lack of sleep, I'll quickly make a cup of coffee. - Damn perception, did she know I was lying? While I'm glad she noticed, I wish she wouldn't use me to change the subject.

- Yuki, didn't you sleep well? - The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in his strong voice and even though he showed a smile and sweet words I feel the angry aura behind him mixing with the joyful sunlight. There's no way I can get away from it... Not with my ass intact at least.

I have nowhere to run, I just try to put on a mask of calm expression as I approach the table, but his eyes make it even harder. Moving past the set of sofas until I finally reach the free chair next to Alex, in front of the little ghost who finally notice my presence. The little one nods excitedly with his mouth a little dirty with bread crumbs. So cute that it warms my heart, it even manages to hide Alex's presence a little... I wish it were like that. And with no more options, I just sit there preparing for the worst.

- Yuki. - His eyes don't leave me for a second, waiting for his answer as he takes a quick sip of his coffee.

- It's not a big deal and how was your day or these last three days? The weather seems fine for a walk around the backyard, so...

- Don't think about getting up

- Yes sir. - I don't even try to make up any excuses. But maybe I still have a chance to get away with it. Alex even being his way, I doubt he would fight me in front of a kid... a ghost... but it still counts.

I cling to that last hope to postpone my sermon and at least eat something so I can hold on to Alex, who was wearing a strange smile... why is he smiling?!

- Liz, I hear we got a delivery of fresh strawberries today. - Strawberries? I'm dying to try some. - Why don't you take our little friend to eat some while I chat with Yuki. - It's been so long since I've had a strawberry... Wait what? His strict and calm voice calls out to the red-haired girl who obediently approaches the boy who has finished cleaning the plate.

- Come on little one, I have a special surprise for you. - Liz opens a warm smile and lights up the room as much as a beautiful sun... wait a second... - Shall we?

The little one shakes his head excitedly and with his eyes shining with the words of the beautiful maid who promised food. They were acting so fast I can't even speak, getting stagnant with the speed Liz was taking my only hope away from me... WAIT I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE WITH ALEX NOW!

The instant she was leading, holding his tiny hand across the great room, I tried to get up and pretend to accompany the two of them. I need to act quickly, before... But my escape came to a tragic end when a strong hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down and forcing my ass back to the chair. Alex's monstrous strength prevents me from moving, I can barely even look to the side to see his expression at the moment. Now I'm really screwed. And my chance is gone along with the sound of the doors closing and the figure of Liz and the little ghost disappearing. With difficulty I try to turn around slowly, mustering all the courage I have... I really didn't want to start my morning like this.

- Do you happen to have something you wanted to tell me, Y.u.k.i?

Come on, now is the time. My chance to convince him...

- Good Morning?

Wrong answer. Alex is so fast I can't keep up with his movements as he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his lap. Keeping me still without giving me a chance to think about running away. Muscled arms wrapped around my abs and restraining my arms, not that I could get away even if I had them free. That heat of your body infects me, almost making me dizzy and without reaction. Strangely my muscles were losing their strength and my bones were shaking, now not from the angry look of that man or the hunger that hit me hard but from the slightest touch of him on my skin.

- A-Alex!? -My face gets red with this sudden approach, feeling his face touching my back with his hot breath on my clothes. - W-wait, we're going to get dirty. - I'm worried that I might soil my expensive clothes with some of the food served. I don't think my contract with Alex covers the price of the clothes.

- What? - His voice goes deep and I can almost feel the words going through the fabric and my skin. Did I say something wrong?

- I-I don't want to ruin the clothes... - I say a little intimidated or even out of place, followed by a silence from Alex. - Then you can...

Soon I feel the fabric of my clothing being ripped and my skin is exposed. The sound of material being ripped takes me by surprise and I turn to see Alex with the pieces of purple fabric stuck to his canines, like a feral dog having its prey in sight. At the same time that I felt a certain fear for the beast, I felt a strange attraction that warmed my face. Admiration mixed with the fear of being devoured by him, consumed completely, both in spirit and in flesh.

- Alex, you've gone crazy-!

- Stay still!! - He interrupts me without explaining his anger, pressing his face harder against my back.

- But...

- I said quiet! I've waited long enough. -His voice was strong and I couldn't deny or react to him, just standing there doing nothing about Alex's touches. He quickly notices my little resistance and wastes no time, running through the small openings he made with his big hands, leaving me more helpless and at the mercy of his palms.

Even though I had been touched several times by those hands, even in the most intimate places and even places I didn't even know from my own body, his skin looked different. The heat that enveloped me, that sweet scent that made my skin shiver. Every inch of his fingers roamed my nerves awake with arousal.

- Ah! - The very sound of my moan scares me. I clench my jaw when I hear my own lewd sounds, just wanting to hide under the table and out of Alex's eyes. Far from those eyes that analyzed me from head to toe. Thinking where would be the next place he would touch me and make me lose my mind.

- Why did you stop? - His robust hand takes my neck caresses my throat carefully but with firm fingers and not letting me move my head. - Your sounds are beautiful Yuki, don't hide them from your husband.

"Husband," that word makes my insides quiver. Restricting my movements to his liking, even my senses seem to be gradually shaped by him and him alone. I can feel it inside me shifting, but strangely I don't feel any problems, like there's no one around us, no one in that world, our world, his world. The leaves in the garden were falling more slowly and the gusts of wind hitting the flowers didn't seem to happen. Even though I want to get up, I feel tired, warm... protected. I feel him squeezing me even tighter, desperate for me not to get out of his sight.

"It looks like he won't let go of me today."

My face flushed, with a twinge of joy at my thought as I hid my expression from the man who held me carefully. I just give up on the idea of running away from Alex and let myself go completely, not that I could get out anyway, and try to enjoy that heat. As I settle into his arms I feel him snuggle into my back, just like a cat basking in a blanket on a cold winter's day...cute...

- Yuki. - Warm words now come out of his mouth.

- Yeah? - I didn't know what he was going to ask, but the answer would probably be yes.

- You... - I'm waiting, with a bolder request. - Don't think you ran away from my sermon.

Had to screw up the mood.

3rd Person On:

The two almost lovers held each other close, with the demon's arms still motionless around the innocent white-haired young boy, holding together those feelings of affection in the air but deep inside something uglier like an obsession of a greedy being to keep your treasure safe from the outside world. Keeping Yuki just under his eye guard, in a cage where the young man would just look at him and just be touched by him.

Outside the great room, a delicate figure stood obediently beside the large doors that even though they were sealed, Liz seemed to know what was going on inside, perhaps because of her sharp hearing or just sheer intuition. She stands by but ready to serve any call from Alex, even though Liz doubted he would want anyone to get in his way right now. Beside her, the sound of chewing was the only one in the hall, being that of the little ghost sitting next to her more vivid than ever and devouring a bowl full of strawberries... even looked like a squirrel with his cheeks full of nuts.

- Yow aro fine ladie? (You are fine lady) - It was difficult but she managed to understand his speech between chews, with him looking up with a peaceful expression already holding a next strawberry to eat.

With the greatest tranquility in the world, her eyes were relaxed, perhaps because she had no other job than taking care of that cute boy. Liz just flashes a thin, harmless smile to her waiting little companion, content with her easy task.

- Yes, I am, but Alexander is the one who needs to be careful.

- With what. - Returning to normal speech after finishing another one of the red fruits.

- Alexander is still very worried, this will bring problems for that little couple. - In the background a new voice appears and interrupts the conversation of the two, taking Liz's smile and bringing back her stoic face in front of the uninvited visitor.

The ghost prepares. His small hand steady, not letting the bowl slip through his fingers. Attentive to run and stand behind his caregiver. Quick before he can act in advance, the red-haired maid puts her hand gently on that thin shoulder in a signal to calm down. His nerves are calmed by Liz's actions, sitting back down and turning his attention back to the rest of the strawberries that still exist in the bowl, but still keeping an eye on the new figure.

- Even though you're part of the family, it's still very rude to enter other people's houses without any permission, Scarlet.

At the edges of the entrance doors in the few shadows that existed in that large and luminous entrance hall, a watery, tar-like figure begins to emerge from the small, obscure pools. The viscous liquid begins to approach the carefree duo, with each step that the black mass took it began to shape itself, as if a skilled and invisible sculptor was creating those well-defined curves and the locks of long hair that complemented the face. Elegant and delicate that formed in black. The strands turn bright red in front of her older sister, wearing a blood red bodice, long white pants with a black belt, and a white jacket hiding her strong shoulders. She opens a smile to her beloved relative who simply doesn't respond to Scarlet's triumphant entrance.

- I hope you didn't go to the meeting like that.

- Relax sis, I have my sense of maturity, even though I really wanted to go with something like this. But who would that cute thing be? - She quickly changes the subject to the young man who was still busy and with his mouth full. - It hasn't even been a month and they already had a child?

- No... not yet at least. Yuki-san brought him.

- So this is the ghost I've been hearing so much about. - Scarlete begins to observe more carefully the cuteness that devoured the last fruit in her small bowl. - How cute.

- Why did you come here Scarlet?

- Do I need some reason to come visit my dear sister? - No answer, just a deadly look. - No fun... I came to know if Alexander already knows what happened.

- Mastema? Don't even remind me. It was hell to convince him not to lock Yuki-san here at the mansion. - She puts one hand on her hip and in a tired voice, remembering that. - At least the situation is now under control and as compensation, the Pride faction gave us permission to take and enjoy all that pig's belongings.

- But Alexander still doesn't think that was enough. He's so pissed off that he didn't even notice me coming in. - The general approaches and leans beside her sister, hoping to hear some gossip coming from inside that room. - But wasn't this Mastema that filthy rich politician with several fiancés?

- And with a large amount of weapons and emergency resources that now belong to Lust.

- And I was hoping you could share some of this great fortune with your poor little sister. - Complaining and already starting to release her crocodile tears.

- Don't make it up girl, say what you want. - Attacking with her cold voice and not trying to hide the hostility.

The air between the two relatives becomes more tense and the General dries her fake tears, looking a little more seriously at her maid sister.

- I'm just passing through. Maybe a little curious. - She crosses her arms calmly, just a conversation. An attentive predator. - I was just a little in disbelief with that scene, thinking about every second since I met that human in this house.- Admiring the sister's expression gradually distorted with her "friendly" conversation. Cunning words worthy of one who causes discord. - On a winter day, Alexander brings a beautiful canary to this house where only prostitutes and murderers entered. A little light for a house full of shadows, don't you agree?

- ... - Silence was a great response to Scarlet, an unexpected insecurity coming from her older sister. - How long have you been watching us?

- A lot of time or a little time. Who cares about trivial things. - A grace falling on the shoulders of the bloody madam. - But neither did you find that strange or do you know something? - Hunting predatory eyes focused on Liz's silhouette, searching for some trace of change in the strong but not unbreakable expression.

Their verbal traps continue with neither of them lowering their defenses. A battle for one but a little fun for another.

- Scarlet, I'm warning you. - The air trembled with just Liz's words, but it's not enough to undo the general's smile.

- Calm down sis. Trust me, I don't want to see your bad side... I've had to deal with this my entire childhood. I just want to know what we're dealing with. - She makes it clear that she means no harm, for now. - I'm not the only one who's thinking that way Liz, the others are also starting to have ideas.

She doesn't say anything in response, just holds back her words and listens for any opportunity to rebut her arguments and try to end the conversation. Liz knew it was best to get this over as soon as possible.

- The cold and cruel Alexander Lust took in a poor human boy after a sudden massacre. - A melodic voice comes from the general with a sly smile. - And as an act of bravery and coincidence, the knight in shining armor was there to save him. Liz you are the most astute person I know...don't tell me you believed in this half-assed little talk.

Liz stands firm but her sister's arguments. As Scarlet says, she was already aware that something was off but she decided not to do anything or at least didn't see the need for it. But her displeasure at her sister's words makes her serious expression break for a second and her defenses briefly dissolve. A single flick of the eyebrow, in the same color as her crimson hair. Few clues, like an strange body movement or the subtle increase in the target's breathing, it's enough for that woman. Years and years of just torturing prisoners have built the character of a deadly analyst to every detail of the prey's body, while even as a cunning warrior, the maid can't completely hide her emotions from the woman she grew up with.

- It's not like I'm here to judge what that idiot does, but Liz... there's something weird about it. You've been with him more than anyone...- Continuing to put Liz on the wall, not lessening the pressure on the sister she respects so much. - Anyway, just be careful that things don't get out of control. - Scarlet starts to return from the direction she came, not even bothering to talk to the owner of the mansion. She had already gotten what she wanted.

- Don't worry, none of this will happen. I won't let it happen. This house is not going to collapse.

- Well said sis, but seriously be careful. - Scarlet's beautiful silhouette begins to slowly lose its color, returning to the black from where it had emerged. - The other generals are already mobilizing to do something serious. What are you going to do?

- And who said you won't do the same?

Scarlet looks over her shoulder, flashing an excited smile amidst the black splotches on her already discolored skin, like smudges of paint covering her body.

- Maybe, maybe not... it depends on whether I'm going to have fun.

- Scarlet!

- Bye Bye.

Liquefying her physical form, the silhouette of the beautiful woman just dissolves and forms a black puddle, disappearing instantly as if the floor absorbs the dark liquid, becoming just an ordinary shadow again.

The unease inside Liz was growing, almost smothered by her sister's words and a bad feeling about the situation. This was not going to end well. She forces herself out of that loop and back to the boy who remained in the same position, looking for the traces of the lady in red that appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye. On his face was confusion or even intrigue about who was the new figure for him.

-She's a little extreme, but she's not bad... just a little annoying. -Liz crouches down and stands at the same height as the boy who was looking at her attentively, waiting for her words. - You like here?

He doesn't respond with words, just nods in agreement.

- Do you like Yuki?

He repeats the same movement, only with more animation. A cute act of charisma that manages to make Liz smile, hiding her worries a little bit.

- So... can you do me a favor?

Scarlet On:

Entering Wrath's mansion:

I'm not in the mood to use the front door in my non-physical form, it will only cause confusion among the servants. I enter my room through the window shadows cast by the morning light. Reconstructing myself and returning to my normal height, I can see my beautiful rose garden next to the training ground for my personal use and for my guards, a feminine touch in the middle of a bloody field. When the last trace of that slimy black substance is gone from the surface of my body and my limbs are fully restored, I start walking to the couch in front of my bed with a bottle of wine and a glass on the dark wood coffee table. I love when my servants already know how I like to start my morning. Walking nonstop towards that delight, I throw my coat on the double bed and let my shoulders breathe. Before the coat even touches the black silk sheets I sit on the upholstery and completely relax on the furniture. Finally I can relax... for a few seconds at least.

- Won't you welcome me dear? - I lean my head looking directly to my bedroom door, attentive to the dark haired figure with an indifferent face to me. - I wonder where my beautiful and polite Celine ended up.

- I never left, my lady. How was with General Alexander? - She doesn't even say hi. - Did you manage to find anything? - She takes the glass and bottle, placing the delicate piece of glass on my perfectly manicured fingers.

- Work and work, you can't even ask how I am? - I don't even get an answer, just the sound of wine being poured into the glass I was holding... enough for me to see that beautiful work of art filling my glass. - Almost, I had a conversation with Liz but she doesn't seem to know. What did you find?

I'm answered with the amount of papers, which I don't know where she took it from, thrown on the table. I look and look at that pile of white. Extra information, between the lines, rambling. I don't know whether to burn this pile of paper now or later. Seeing this increases my desire to smoke... if I use this paper...

- Celine...

- At least try to read before you go out burning everything. - She just retorts me angrily to my pyromaniac habits

- What's the problem? I trust your research, just tell me if it's bad or not and I'll chop off the heads. - I always get tired of thinking about reading another irritating military document, I didn't almost die in the war to be stuck in an office desk. - The technical part is yours I just do the dirty and flammable work. - "Dirty and flammable", reminds me of the good times of the war... I miss being on the front lines.

Blood spurting everywhere, smearing my hair and highlighting its red on the battlefield. I miss hearing humans and demons terrified of my name. Maybe I'll visit the prison and have a little fun with one of the convicts?

- Sometimes I wonder... - Hmm? In my moment of nostalgia as I remember the red rain showering me, but her crestfallen words snap me out of my trance.

- About? - I take the first sip of my wine, watching her doubts grow in my view.

- Scarlet-sama, don't you fear that I will give you false information? - Her lines end with a bigger sip of the drink, with the red staining my lips and finishing my first glass.

- Celine... you are a very smart person, the best strategist I have, my pride... - I don't raise my voice, I don't need to, with a movement of my finger I increase the mana density of the room a little bit. - You wouldn't have that courage. - She just shuts up immediately, thin limbs shaking and eyes wide, taking care not to throw up in front of me. - Even though I have blind trust in you my dear, I'm not someone to be made a fool of.

Even though I'm relaxed I have a reputation to uphold, even though I'm temporarily retired from the battlefield, I still want to be feared, no matter if I'm in armor or dress. I wouldn't let a betrayal pass unscathed. Even though I don't like it, I don't have the title of General of Wrath as a decoration.

- Your verdict? - I smile, filling the glass once more. Waiting for Celine's opinion, who was recovering from the scare I gave her.

She holds her tongue and manages to lift her posture from an obedient lieutenant colonel. Muscles tense and biting her lip in annoyance. It's not that simple, right?

- I do not know. - Aff.. I never thought that Celine would say such a sentence, a great strategist and scholar. Cold and unshakable in her judgment, a card up my sleeve against any of the other generals. This was the person who was telling me they didn't know what to do.

I don't despair. Setting my glass down on the table, I reach for the first sheet of paper, which I was thinking of turning to ash. Being born to be a warrior, raised for combat and bathed in that river of blood that was war, but in the end I ended up becoming a General who only acts when necessary. An important job where you don't kill anyone... a bore... I strain my eyes and read those sheets, carefully to every line and acronym written in ink.

- Aff... it's never something so simple.

Having read the last line, process at the moment. Useless. With my hand I make a subtle movement and toss the paper in the air, dancing to the rhythm of the small breeze that circles my room. The various white curves that slowly emerged. A spark, the red spreads so fast that the words in black are consumed by flames. The white becomes black and the paper shatters before it even touches the ground.

- I want to reflect alone. - In a new snap of the fingers, the rest of the paperwork burns in front of me. The information and everything written is lost little by little, being the only copies outside Celine's head, one of the safest places on Earth and Hell. The fire was controlled and gradually extinguished, burning only what was necessary and leaving no burn marks on the table. It was almost impossible to find a table that I liked, I don't want to burn it down anytime soon.

I almost didn't even notice when she had left, almost as if she never came in here. Leaving me alone with my lazy thoughts and a massive headache. I settle down on that couch and place my feet on the table, relaxing but at the same time wanting to strangle a certain someone.

- Alexander, Alexander... I hope you know what you're doing. - A strange spirit comes out with my words.

Several ideas run through my head on how to get around the problem effortlessly. It is obvious that there is none. The other idiot Generals are already moving and I doubt the church saints will stay put, as they are nosy they will of course get in the way. But if they do, I'll have a reason.

- Hehehehe... It's been a while since I killed any holy knight. - I say remembering the satisfaction of ripping the heads off this guy. - Alexander is really going to cause a lot of trouble.

My mood returns and my throat goes dry. Calling with my fingertips, the wine bottle begins to stir and fills the glass on the table. One more movement and the nearly full cup is brought to my fingers, intertwining the thinnest part. Feeling the drink creeping down my throat, I start to analyze my options as I reflect on the things that happened at the Generals' meeting… a bunch of boring old demons, but anything that leads to violence interests me.

Two days ago:

Yuki and that Jax guy seem to be excited. A cute scene of Alexander making a temporary contract for that pet. A very committed act for a man like him.

- How long will you stay there spying.

I wish I could feel something from the repulsion in his voice, but my smile can't be contained.

- You don't have to be like this, I didn't want to disturb your romance scene Alex.

Before receiving any response a light breeze hits my face, a pleasant situation in the face of the man's anger. A few strands of my hair fall and dance in the wind until they come to rest gently on the blade Alexander has placed at my throat. A scythe with such a long handle that he hadn't even moved to threaten me. Polished and shiny metal, the slightest touch could even cut my skin, details carved in pure silver in the form of several roses decorating the scythe's head with its thorny branches descending. Fun, interesting, but no time.

- It was a joke, can you can put this thing down? - I blink once more until I see the blade almost touching my face. The semicircular metal like the crescent moon, gleaming silver and the murderous air of the man who held it. - Alexander... happy?

He analyzes my false sincerity and reluctantly disarms himself, causing the deadly-fisted weapon to disappear in a handful of flaming petals that vanish into the air and between his fingers. I can't even call him by his nickname. Belial stood still not looking like he would stop his superior if he decided to move against Celine and me. Not that he could stop this man. Maybe Liz could even stop him, but I don't see any sign of her in that room. She disappeared so fast I didn't even see her shadow.

- You take things too seriously. Where's Liz, isn't she coming to say goodbye to her dear sister? - I try to find the other pair of red hair like mine in that entrance hall, badly decorated in my opinion.

-She has work, she can't play around like you. - I wanted the kid to see what this asshole really is when they're not together.

- Whatever. - I can enjoy this. - But this really intrigues me... I never thought that you would be in a relationship with a human. - Taking a few steps without fear that the semi-circular blade might come back and threaten me, making the sound of my heels reverberate. The blue general showed nothing, but his interior was an open book for me. I feel it touching my tongue, the bitter and sweet taste in the back of the throat. A delicacy that I can't find anywhere, addictive. I'll never get tired of feeling his hate focusing on my skin.

- Since when do you care who I sleep with. - How salty. But it's not enough... sorry Alexander, I'm really hungry today.

- I never cared, but you have to agree with me that it is quite a surprise. I didn't know any human could please even the most thirsty demon of his kind. It even managed to calm your condition. - With only Belial, my tongue will not be silent anytime soon.

A listless expression but the bloodthirsty feeling in his eyes can't be hidden. He always forgets that I'm the only living creature that can see through this good-man mask. The aura is visible in a soft red distinguishing itself from the military uniform and blue hair. I bet the kid hasn't seen that expression yet. Sometimes I feel so lucky to have such a show all to myself.

I wanted to be ready. Ready to defend me from the attack of your scythe. More anger, more disgust, more wrath. The delicious feeling... but unfortunately we don't have time for such trivia.

- Okay, okay... no need to take my jokes seriously Alexander. - My hands go up in a sign of peace for him not to attack me. At least not today. - You shouldn't be influenced by the words of wrath, even though they are tempting I really don't recommend you throw yourself at it... that's my role.

- Bitch.

- Ahnn, it's the kindest thing you've said to me in the last hundred years. Maybe our relationship is really improving.

- Scarlete-sama. - I didn't think Belial would open his mouth. I don't need the anger of someone like him. It makes no sense for me to piss him off. - If you're still so hungry say so, just don't forget your manners.

- Calm down little tin soldier, you know I can't resist. - I talk to him, but my attention is all focused on the reddish mist flying over our surroundings. More than the last time I fed from Alexander. - Thanks for the food. - The intoxicating smell makes me excited and salivating, carefully opening my lips painted in bright red. Carefully, I start to swallow that beautiful crimson in the breeze. Soon all the floating particles were disappearing into my belly. Phew it's been so long since she's felt this full, looks like I'm going to have a good day.

- No matter how much time passes you don't change. Even with your Wrath Eater Condition, I hope you don't cross the line, General of Wrath. - I devour the last red wind, clearing the air.

- Sorry, but your anger is always one of the best in the world, a delicacy. - I start licking my lips, hoping for the chance to have some dessert.

- I'll take that as a compliment.

Maybe something else for me to finish my meal happily.

- Scarlet-sama...

Shit Celine.

- Okay, I know... you are a bunch of boring people, you should live a more lively life, look at Alexander and his human toy- - My sentence doesn't complete when I feel a small prick on my cheek, followed by the watery sensation and warm dripping to the tip of my chin. A sharp discomfort in the wound with some of the blood running down my face.

I run my fingers over the thin wound, healing it instantly. A warning. How impolite, if you're going to cut something off a lady, not her face. But even though he's an asshole, I again couldn't react. No movement or mana wasted, nor did I see how he cut me. Dammit, if he really wanted to kill me...

- Celine. - I don't panic, reaching out my hand to my lieutenant colonel, who surprisingly doesn't get excited about Alexander's unexpected move either. Maybe she thinks I deserved it.

My lips don't even move for the request. She acts fast and hands me a plain white tissue, a little ugly but perfect for wiping away the thin blood line on my skin. I straighten up quickly, brushing the red from my cheeks, careful not to smudge my makeup. It took me an hour to make it, well not that I need it to look wonderful.

- How horrible, imagine if my sister was watching this.

-If she was watching, she would make a hole in your forehead. - I don't disagree

I shrug carefree but with sharp instincts. I see that Yuki got a lot of followers. A pet, a lover, a trigger for Alexander's rage. If I'm not careful maybe I can even fall into your graces. Where did Blue get this boy from?

- Anyway, are you calmer now? Now I'll make sure you don't want to kill anyone when we get there. - A friendly smile on that battlefield. Even though I want to fight him to the death, we don't have time for such pleasures.

- ...

None of them say anything, they even seemed more tired listening to me. Did I exaggerate?

- Since you're making so much fun, why don't you open this fucking door, you won't be the only pest I'm going to have to deal with today so let's get this over with. - The great relief in feeling that the General of Lust really wouldn't do anything at the reunion.

- As an apology and a thank you for the meal. - My arm moves in a concentrated and abrupt way, when I direct it towards the big doors of that hall. - I hope I haven't lost practice. - Touching the doors with the palm of my hand and start to energize the inanimate object. The energy flowing from my veins to the entrance. - Strepta Mprit Dephian Groah Vetra!

The wood darkens to the point where the natural brown is taken over by the darkness of a deep, deep black, almost looking like it was absorbing the light from the hall. The gleaming silver doorknobs were replaced by scaly onyx stone, shaped like two small, terrifying-looking vipers with their teeth latched onto the dark surface of the new door that spewed a strong smell of sulfur and suffering around its edges. The frightening edges with the black scales decorating its surroundings.

- Let's go?

- Ma'am, you can stop. Celine interrupts my walk with a tug on my clothes. Hmm? - Under no circumstances do you not go to the meeting dressed like that.

- What's the matter, I'm stylish.

- You look like a gangster.

- This is the idea!

I don't even get a verbal response other than the withering look that was almost burning my clothes. Even Alexander and Belial joined Celine in judging me.

- Okay... - You all have no sense of aesthetics. I snap my fingers quickly and hard and following my order, a whirlwind of flame begins to cover my burning body. Ranging from yellow, orange, blue and red, being nothing but a cool breeze. - I think it does. - One more snap of the fingers and the flames are extinguished and my surroundings stop burning oxygen. From the last sparks the red, puffy fabric emerges. Of my wonderful casual outfits, I'm wearing a long dress studded with rubies, long sleeves with a thinner fabric, and a black stiletto heel. This shoe was made only for people with three toes, what a pain! why Celine put this in my wardrobe. - Satisfied?

- Very, now we can go. - She's starting to look even more like my sister. - Thanks. - Hmm?

With the entrance ready, Celine sets in, leaving me here confused and opening the big menacing door without even blinking. The doors are open and we can see a different scene from the paved entrance decorated with blue roses of Lust, being replaced by the gleaming ivory floor contrasting with the long red carpet made by the most skilled weavers of the Underworld, stretching as far as my eyes could see.

I don't waste time and take the first step. Echoing the sound of my aching heels touching the ivory and my other foot touching the majestic rug that matched my hair. The strong smell slightly burned my nostrils, the heavy and suffocating atmosphere brings back memories and a homely feeling that makes me blush with longing... Oh, how I missed Hell.

The hallways were spotlessly clean and well polished, reflecting the lights coming from the windows that gave a good view of the artificial sky. A silly attempt to imitate the blue sky of humans, but it's even better than the bloody red with thunder. Something their God had to get right. More footsteps follow me until my group of three joins me through the door I've created.

- I hope the trip was pleasant, did you not get sick? - Nobody raises their hand. Maybe I really am getting better. - Esthret. - The gate closes and is swallowed by the wall with my words.

I look at Alexander and Belial who were keeping no expressions very apparent and a little away from me, in dangerous lands it's normal to just keep the most trusted people around. I'm glad to see that my prank caused him to raise those shields against me…he's going to need it to deal with the others, at least while we're here.

- Where are the other two stooges you call lieutenant colonels? - I wonder if I can peel some of this defense as I start to walk down the reddened and well-lit path, with a firm and strong step ready to show myself present and authoritative with the title of general.

- Who knows. Do you miss them? - A mischievous smile appears on Alexander. It's not for me so, well as long as they're away from me they can be in heaven.

- Not at all... but are you sure that just your fluffy spearman will be enough? - The sincere words join the sound of footsteps, waiting for an answer.

- Are you worried about me Scarlet-sama? - Annoying and cocky smile. I can't even get a complaint out of Belial. - I know it's your condition, but please don't try to randomly annoy me during work hours. Liz is going to be pretty mad when she hears that her sister was being childish at a generals meeting.

I narrow my eyes without looking at the general behind me, using my fear of Liz… Bastard.

- Whatever, send my regards to the two idiots.

-Take care Scarlet, such harsh words in the mouth of a beautiful lady can degrade her lips. - That slender and annoying sound in the form of a voice invades my ears. Crap.

- And you should think before opening that disgusting mouth of yours Asper. - The sound of the coin fluttering in the air and the silhouette of that man dressed in bright yellow and irritating smile walks without fear of danger. One of Avarice's subordinates. Of all the army I could find here, why him?

- How are you madam. - Ignoring my warnings he just walks towards me thinking that his courage will change my opinion or prevent me from turning him into a pile of ash.

In a curtsy, a few feet away from me, waiting for me to move my hand out of customary medieval human courtesy…he should stop watching so many human-made movies. As usual I walk again and try to erase his irritating and annoying existence from my surroundings, picking up my pace and hoping I've gained enough distance from that pervert. I walk and walk a few meters along the path I had walked several times, for smaller meetings. I pass from window to window, taking my time, until I stop when I see the same figure in front of me.

I see Asper again, with a thinner smile than before. Same position still waiting for me to return the gesture. But what? I take more steps and pass him once more, not long before I find myself in the same scenario in front of me still waiting for my greeting. Didn't he do it...? Once more, almost knocking that brat to the ground, I walk faster, almost running. This was repeated.

- You really have guts... - My murderous impulse flares up along with an evil smile expecting to see his face smashed into the wall.

- All for the woman I love. - Still with this madness of trying to court me for five centuries. Does he still think that even with his rank I can't kill him?

- You better stop Asper, we don't have time for these games. - The rough voice of the General who accompanied me comes and crosses the hall, his eyes impatient and cold. Looking like he wouldn't mind if I decapitated Asper right then and there. - Undo his Loop before I do.

Loop. A spatial barrier that traps victims in a dead-end space returning to a marked point, a trap. Boring and bloodless, who would want something as petty as magic, but I hate to admit that this idiot has talent. Arresting two generals and their tries without us realizing it, that's what I hate most about him... irritating and talented. That's why that bastard keeps him close by.

- Oh a thousand pardons Alexander-sama I... - Asper continues normal without change in his voice, I really want to punch him... why not?

My instincts guide me and I'm glad to know that at least I'll have killed someone tod-. Blue flares light up the corner of my eye and blend in with the blinding light of the fake sun, not losing its deep, dark color. My lips and Asper's close together, unable to say anything, I didn't know if I was also a target of that man. The heavy footsteps echoed and when I realize I just see the dark figure seeming to no longer have his human form, distorting amid the flaming petals that caressed his skin like a lover's touch. Even though I am aware of the danger of standing by his side, my own pride doesn't allow me to lose my composure in front of Alexander having his eyes fixed on Asper who didn't dare look up and confront the General. He should have stopped these pranks.

Even though I'm a little happy that the brat shut up, I still don't like having this murderous aura by my side and dominating the environment. I can see that Belial was stable in the face of his superior's threat. Maybe the years at Alexander's side, he's just gotten used to. Asper for another… Trembling like a rabbit in front of a wolf, not knowing if he would run away to be caught right away or just stand there waiting for the fangs to crush his neck.

Being a little taller than Asper, he bends his spine a little and comes close to the frightened little boy's ears. Maybe it's not the worst of situations.

- I don't like to repeat myself, boy. - The shrapnel begins to fall around us and like a reflection in a mirror, that corridor breaks into thousands of pieces. The shards fall slowly decomposing into a trail of yellow energy that just disappears without a trace and soon we're back in the hallway we were in, the loop has been broken.

Did he make Asper break the spell? No. Alexander broke it all down in his own words. frightening. Not caring what the soldier Avarice would say against him, he starts walking at his normal pace towards the meeting hall. I don't even want to hear what he's going to say when he comes out of this panic attack, so I move on too. I don't even look back to know that Belial and Celine were doing the same. We walk and walk and luckily I can't see Asper's blond hair anymore.

We walked a few more meters until we reached a new double door, more gigantic than the one I summoned with. Impressive architects, exaggerated more impressive. Alexander touches the door with his big hands, but first turns to me.

- Scarlet. - Maybe he'll finally say something nice. He's finally going to admit that I'm just as beautiful as... - Don't get me into your love problems with younger people.

- And I'm expecting something good.

- When I said that, it will be the apocalypse.

- But aren't we already in one? - It's hard not to notice that. - All of them are already here.

- Yeah. Come on, I have things to do.

- Like?

- Fill my little contractor with love.

- You really only think about sex.

- It wouldn't be me if I didn't think.

- Truth.

Well, it's time for a battlefield without blood or sharp swords, but it's as brutal as one. Now the Gathering of the Seven begins.