Chapter 39: Flute'agon and What he Prevent to Happen

Calguas paid a visit to Suman's humble abode, his mind filled with questions about the elusive Qiasjolque. Suman greeted him with a curious and confused look, wondering why Calguas suddenly brought up the Qiasjolque without any introduction. Calguas settled down on Suman's cozy sofa and replied, "Because you know Flute'agon better than anyone. You know about Ixartxist and Xerxion, Quart and Lucille, and you have a connection to that mysterious Flute'agon. Now, tell me how—"

"What's your business with him first? I can't just tell you where it's located and how to find it. That place is forbidden, no angel, especially a demon, is supposed to be there. Now, why are you so eager to find it?" Suman interrupted, his voice filled with caution.

"Because Flute'agon asked me to pay him a visit. He also mentioned that if I ever had trouble finding it, I should ask you," Calguas explained.

"You know him?" Suman questioned, intrigued.

"Of course, we are all children of our God. I know him, just like how you know Ixartxist and Quart," Calguas replied confidently.

"Well, I'm guessing you're right. So—"

"Calguas, my dear, is that you?" a voice called out. It was Vilyn, Suman's daughter.

Suman quickly froze Vilyn in place and without wasting a moment, they both left his place. The entrance to the Qiasjolque suddenly appeared in Suman's palm, and they were instantly sucked inside. This was the reason why Calguas couldn't find the mysterious place before. The Qiasjolque was actually the body of an Aginer, and Suman possessed it, confusing Calguas about his true nature. Calguas knew the powers of Ixartxist and Quart, but he had no knowledge of Suman's abilities before he became a demon. If Suman truly was an Aginer, it meant that he knew everything about his plans. However, Calguas had doubts because Suman seemed clueless about many things. If Suman was an Aginer, he could have stopped Ixartxist from the very beginning, knowing what would happen in the future, but he didn't.

"I need to go back and unfreeze my daughter. And Calguas, don't worry, I won't breathe a word about this to Ixartxist. In return, don't tell him that I know about the entrance to this place," Suman assured.

"But why not?" Calguas asked, perplexed.

Suman smirked, leaving Calguas with his unanswered question.

"Why didn't he deny the existence of this place? He could have denied it, but he didn't. Is it because he's incapable of lying?"

"Of course he is capable of lying. He's the best liar ever created, even better than Lucille. It's just that I specifically asked him to show you the entrance. I've been waiting for you, Calguas," Flute'agon's voice echoed.

Calguas turned to see Flute'agon, his head resting on the back of his hand, looking somewhat serious. He sat calmly in a chair that could rotate 360 degrees, resembling a normal office chair, but with a magnificent beauty. Flute'agon turned the chair to face Calguas, flashing him a warm smile. It was Calguas' first time seeing the one and only Aginer ever created, and he appeared even more otherworldly than any creature in existence. Every aspect of Flute'agon was indescribable, with multiple heads and a face that exuded magnificence. Though he didn't have visible wings, it was known among Aginers that they possessed the fastest wings, capable of traveling through time if they so desired. Flute'agon knew that Suman was under his care, but no one, except the creator and Flute'agon himself, knew the extent of Suman's powers. As an Aginer, Flute'agon had numerous eyes to observe everything happening in the world, especially in places hidden under the "Belt of Time."

Calguas was filled with a multitude of questions, but before he could utter a word, Flute'agon rose from his seat, and as soon as his feet touched the floor, his appearance underwent a dramatic transformation. His long brown hair shimmered like the sun, and his magnificent face morphed into that of an incredibly handsome man. He approached Calguas with a kind demeanor, but Calguas shot him a cold gaze, silently expressing his desire for Flute'agon to keep his distance. Flute'agon understood and remained where he stood, offering Calguas a solemn smile. "My, my, my, my... What do we have here? A lost—" Calguas cut him off, complaining about the mind lock spell he had placed on Tassa and ordering Flute'agon to deactivate it and restore her memories. Flute'agon remained silent, having already anticipated this confrontation. He calmly sat down and conjured a table, a bottle of wine, and two beautiful goblets. He poured wine into the goblets and extended one to Calguas, inviting him to join. However, Calguas glared at him, placing both hands firmly on the table, and demanded that Flute'agon stop being pleasant and answer his question.

"As you wish, knees bender. I locked her memories, I didn't erase them. Besides, it's for her own good," Flute'agon replied calmly. Calguas couldn't comprehend his words or his motives, and Flute'agon's calmness only served to further irritate him. Flute'agon sensed Calguas's growing anger and remarked that he hadn't seen him this furious since before. Calguas didn't respond to his statement, but continued to gaze at him with icy cold eyes, though deep down, his worry was evident. "You've said it twice, and it can simply annoy me. Do you really want me to call Gabriel here to explain every detail? Listen, I'm in a hurry and I'm not here to play with you, Flute'agon. I know how sad you are to be alone and the only one separated, but isn't that why you have Suman? He's here to make you happy, but I'm not. I'm here to get the answers I seek. So, what do you mean when you say it's for her own good? It's not a favor for her or for me, it's just one step closer to Ixartxist's plan. The only person taking advantage of her situation right now is Ixartxist. And because she can't remember Nia'le, she will undoubtedly end up as Ixartxist's wife. Sooner or later, but I'm certain it will happen. That's why I need you to unlock her memories of Nia'le and Céline."

Flute'agon nonchalantly observed Calguas as he angrily yet calmly expressed his thoughts. He had expected this complaint and was aware of the things Calguas would bring up. Flute'agon pretended not to know him before, standing up and extending his hand for a handshake. However, Calguas coldly stared at his hand, refusing to move. Flute'agon withdrew his hand, smiling innocently like a child, and introduced himself cheerfully. "Alright, before we begin our discussion, or should I say your 'complain-ation' to me, let's start with the first step. Hi, nice meeting you, Angel of 'whatever-ness'." With each word in quotation marks, Flute'agon accompanied it with a corresponding hand gesture, emphasizing the insult and annoying Calguas. "My name is Flute, short for Flute'agon. And just like, you know, I am an Angel of 'Time,' or should I say an Aginer. I can use my power to prev—"

"To prevent what could happen in the future, I know, but—"

"If you don't let me finish what I'm about to say, then I won't talk to you anymore!" Flute'agon interjected, annoyed. He turned away, folding his arms and pouting. Calguas, irritated by his childish behavior, grabbed his arms and made him face him. Flute'agon still refused to look at him, snorting in response.

"Listen, I don't have time to see you sulking, you stupid Flute head!"

Finally, Calguas succeeded in provoking Flute'agon, who turned to face him, anger evident in his expression. "Flute head! What is that supposed to mean?" Flute'agon retorted.

Calguas replied, "It means stupid, jerk, or whatever you like! Now tell me, where is Nia'le?" Flute'agon turned his back, folding his arms once again. "After you call me stupid, now you're talking to me like we're on good terms." Calguas grew frustrated with Flute'agon's childish act and said, "Good terms or not, I still need to persuade you to tell me where he is. And also, to unlock Tassa's memories of of those two. Do it, Flute-head!"

"It's Flute'agon, you imbecile! Besides, you haven't even told me your name. Where are your manners?" Calguas distanced himself from Flute'agon and replied, "Introducing myself to you is useless. Talking to you is useless. Asking you is also useless. You're an insignificant Aginer," Calguas declared.

"Alright, if you want to find him, then search for him. You can't weaken when you cast a spell like that. Only demons can weaken, but not you. Because you're a— never mind. We're in my place, so you can do it here. Now go, cast your spell," Flute'agon said, smirking at Calguas.

Calguas laughed, responding, "I'm not a demon. And I know that you know that."

Flute'agon smirked, casting a spell to locate Nia'le. A vision appeared in the air, revealing an isolated island. Calguas was shocked when he saw the island and swallowed hard before asking if Nia'le was dead. Flute'agon confirmed his demise and expressed remorse for being unable to save him, even if he had wanted to. Nia'le didn't die from drowning or Ixartxist's spell. Nia'le could survive the mark of death, though it weakened him and could potentially paralyze him in the future. However, that wasn't the cause of his death. Nia'le perished due to the menacing waves that forcefully pushed him, causing him to collide with a large rock. His skull was fractured, his brain severely damaged, and most of his bones were broken.

The moment Flute'agon laid eyes on him, a foreboding certainty gripped his heart. He knew, without a doubt, that Nia'le's fate had been sealed. It was this somber realization that compelled Flute'agon to implore Calguas to save Tassa and ensure Nia'le received a proper burial. With a deliberate turn, Flute'agon reached for a towering 2-meter scepter, its pure golden form devoid of intricate designs. Though its weight equaled that of the entire Earth, it seemed effortlessly wielded by Flute'agon's single hand, a testament to his celestial nature.

Facing Calguas, Flute'agon pointed the scepter towards him, his eyes piercing through the depths of Calguas' soul. A profound silence hung in the air as Flute'agon posed a question with his gaze, asking if Calguas truly desired to uncover the reasons behind Quart's locked memories. Calguas met his gaze, a silent affirmation that stirred Flute'agon to action. With a decisive stride, Flute'agon beckoned Calguas to follow him, leading the way to an enigmatic place where the future lay unveiled.

As they entered the hallowed grounds, Flute'agon introduced Calguas to the realm known as "Qiasjolque," a sacred space reserved for Aginers to peer into the tapestry of time. Flute'agon's voice sounded amused and a little strange as he talked about the mistaken beliefs of humans. They fooled themselves into thinking they could travel through space and uncover the mystery of the Earth. He chuckled quietly, his laughter filling the room, as he thought about how silly it was for humans to look for a place that was actually inside the very scepter he held.

"Little do they realize," Flute'agon mused, "that stepping into Qiasjolque would mean certain demise. We are divided by class, you see. First, there are the gods, followed by angels, then humans, and, of course, the lower class of demons. But I digress. Now, the reason I locked Tassa's memories is simple: I knew her path would not lead to survival. Observe."

With a wave of his scepter, Flute'agon unveiled a cascade of Tassa's memories, each one a glimpse into a future that would have unfolded had her memories remained unbound. Calguas stood in awe, surrounded by a wide, floating spell that went beyond the limits of a simple television screen. In this ethereal vision, he saw the entirety of existence a tapestry woven from countless lives. However, he could not see all the many lives of people shown at once, unlike Flute'agon. As an Aginer, Flute'agon possessed the extraordinary ability to perceive everything that happened, leaving no secret hidden from his keen gaze.