Chapter 1 – Memories
Is it correct…? Are the final tests conclusive…?
Yes… Your son is pureblooded…
It can’t be true James…can it…?
It is true Nuye… a one in a million chance… They ran the blood test every year after he was born… and the results are the same. There are no plausible, expectant or recursive gifts and curses. Not a one… In an aspect, he is the exact opposite of Joshua…
…No… it has to be a fluke… He has to have something from our ancestry… even if its minute!!
I’m afraid it’s true… the test doesn’t lie… Maybe we are overseeing something…
Maybe… So…what are you going to do…?
I don’t know… Things are going to be a lot harder for him now that he is…what he is… By the gods I hoped he would wind up with something from either of us or what our parents gave us… or even… you know…something going back to the Revenge War of all ages!
Nuye… you can’t possibly think that…?
No… I don’t… It’s just…I should be happy for him, but…he’s just…not like…
I know…not like his brother… We all know he will not be held in some high regard… an honored respect to some people… that is if he decides on it…
Well… shall we inform him… of this… and… anything else when he gets older…?
No… don’t say anything… he must not know what has and may happen to him… and us… Our past will not rise again…
You know they will come looking for us… for him Nuye… They want him back…
I know… that is why we are going to leave… We all have decided on it Master… Like us… and those our… son… shall meet… we will follow you to the ends of the earth…
So you are going through with it then… the…mission…?
Yes… I will leave him in Mistress Charon’s care… With my blessing…she will look after him…
I see… Aside from the League frowning upon your decision to allow him to undertake the test, he will not know what they have lying in store for him… So…everything is taken care of… right down to the day he arrives…
Thank you Samantha… and he will see you on that day… when you tell him everything…
Yes… I will pray that whatever you do… is for a good cause… May the Gods watch over you and guide you on the path…
Oh it is good… they have gone too far… too far this time… Nuye…everyone…lets go…
(Ten Years Later...)
A soft rain fell from the sky as a young man wearing a hooded, old duster stood before a large ruined area. Staring silently at the small marble plaque nestled in the ground, which is surrounded by dry flowers and old candles, he places a small bouquet of fresh flowers next to it. Looking up from his spot, he sees the result before him, standing remains of a large destroyed building in a crater. Among the rain, he thought he distinctly heard distorted cries, cries of pain, fear and madness. The person knew about the incident, and the evidence the search team found in the aftermath. The blast was contained in the immediate area, damaging nothing around the perimeter, but seen just a few miles away from the neighboring small and large towns. The police said they simply chalked it up to gang warfare by notorious types, magic used to kill, and mass genocide. However the rubble, remnants and metal still stood as a reminder of what happened. In addition, it even began to faintly glow in an eerie white as well, which is something that either human-made weapons or certain Pokégirl attacks were to be the true cause.
As the rain, continued, the young man bows and softly claps. Drawing back his hood, revealing his jet-black hair, dark skinned complexion, and a simple pair of glasses on his face, he kneels down and touches the plaque.
Here Lies Joshua Nathaniel Lucius: Tamer, Blue Mage and Honored Friend to us all...
Born: June 12 271 A.S.
Died: June 11 292 A.S.
…We are all the heroes of our personal story of life, fighting against our personal demons. In this battle, you can or cannot win, because you are as much the demons themselves as you are the hero whom clashes against their malice…
Should say the 12th not the 11th from what the story told everyone…and that quote…where have I heard it from…?
A soft clap of thunder rings the air as he closes his eyes for a few seconds. Sighing as he draws up the hood, he gets up and walks away towards the perimeter gate. Opening it and closing it behind him, he heads towards a nearby motorbike parked under a tree. Starting the engine and looking back once more, the young man says, “Happy birthday… brother…” before he rides off, leaving the area in his exhaust. Riding calmly through the roads of the mountainous area, he keeps on riding until he enters familiar urban ground.
Passing through, he reaches a large house and stops. Parking as he gets off his motorbike and removes his helmet, he looks up, seeing the rain continue now with a fiercer pour. Putting up his hood once more and hopping the small gate surrounding the home, he walks up to the door and feels on the awning.
“I know it’s here somewhere.” He said, still feeling around before hearing a clatter on the porch. Looking down, he kneeled and picked it up. Smiling and placing the key in its required lock, he turned it and opened the door. Walking in the quiet house, he shuts it and flicks on the lights. Seeing the large foyer before him, now illuminated by the chandelier above, he heads towards the steps. Hearing them creak from years of use, the young man walks down the hall and opens a nearby door.
“Huh… everything is still untouched…” he says softly, peering in and looking about the room before shutting the door.
The young man does this to every room in the house, making sure everything is in order. Nodding as he heads down a flight of stairs, he enters the study of the home.
“You always liked reading, other than you and gran-gran’s crazy expeditions…” he said, seeing stones, weapons, antiques and other knick-knacks in display cases. Walking on and heading towards the stairs, he looks back, seeing a large painting of two people, formally dressed and smiling.
That you did alright…that you did…
Heading towards the door, he sighs, flicks off the light and leaves the home. Locking the door and keeping the key with him, he puts up his hood and heads for his bike. Starting it, the young man rides off once more.
He continued through the neighborhood, weaving through the streets and by-ways. Now on the outskirts, passing people and Tamers alike trying to get out of the rain, he finally reached his humble adobe, just as large as the house he visited. Stopping his bike and looking, he noticed that none of the lights in the house was on.
“Huh… it’s not like she would be out, or even asleep for that matter.” He said as he parked his bike and got off to get out of the rain. Opening and shutting the gate behind him, he made his way to the door. Wiping his boots off on the mat, he proceeded to turn the knob. Hearing the locks creak open, the door slowly opened into the silent darkness.
“I’m home.”
Nothing but his voice welcomed him home, and the ambience of the stormy evening that filled the air.
“Huh…where is she?” he said as he took off his duster and helmet and hung them both on the rack. Flicking on the light, he shut the door, still calling out into the darkness.
“Hello?” he said once more, but still heard nothing. Looking around as he entered the den, the lights suddenly went out, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Turning now confused and alert, he walked back towards the switch and flicked them on. Looking up at the fixture, the lights did not come on.
“Just great… Now I got to check the fuses…”
As he walked down the nearby hall, feeling his way around, Voices were now heard in the air, all calling out his name and guiding him to a place nearby where he stood.
“What the hell is going on?”
The voices continued, crying out to him.
“If that is you Mistress, it’s not funny.”
Continuing down the hall, he felt on the floor for a small obstruction. Finding it, he pulled it, revealing a hidden set of stairs leading down into the basement, and more darkness.
“Now let’s see if I remember what she taught me.” He said.
Clasping his hands in the dark, he concentrated. Humming softly, he felt his palms give off a warm sensation. Opening them, a small flame was resting in his hand. Shutting the basement door, he looked around and saw pitch black, save for what his little fire cast its soft light on. Walking down the steps, the darkness and his light the only things down in here, he passed by the old pool table, a dusty grand piano, a few boxes filled with anything, a chest labeled ‘things’ which he laughed as he saw it, and all sorts jumble. He turned the corner to find the fuse box on the wall, smoking slightly. Opening it, he saw the breakers reset and one of the simple fuses shorted and charred completely black.
“Great, not too simple to fix. Now where are those fuses?”
Looking around the fuse box, he found them taped to the underside. Taking the old one out and putting in another, he reset the breakers and flipped the main a few times. The lights did not come on, aside from lightning lighting up the night through the small basement window. Sighing with slight anger, he tried once more. As he did, the sound of electricity coming to life and the flicker of the swinging light bulb lit up the basement, banishing away the dark. As he chuckled at his little victory, he put out his flame with a soft rub of his hand. Shutting the fuse box, he immediately left.
“That takes care of that… now what to do…” he said, shutting the basement door and heading towards the stairs. Trudging his way up and entering the hall, he headed to the first door. Seeing it cracked open slightly, he peered in.
“Like gran-gran and gramps’…his is still untouched…” he said softly, seeing stacks of books lying on the ground and on the desk, plus personal items in different places. Shutting the door, he headed further down the hall, passing his parent’s room, which was also the same. Reaching the end, he turned and opened the second to last door, not before glancing at the one next to him.
“…I know you are home….mistress… You are probably worried where I may have been, but you should already know by now, so...um… goodnight I guess…”
Walking in and shutting the door, he flicked on the ceiling fan, it now silently droning above him aside from the rain outside. Heading for his desk chair, he sat down, flicked on the lamp and stared outside.
“Every year it has always rained on this day, and every year it’s gotten slightly fiercer… As if the forces were furious against what happened…those years ago…”
Leaning back, he sat there, letting his mind wander aimlessly without a care. With nothing but the rain and thunder outside, the night was the same.
She is either asleep or listening to what I may do tonight, which is nothing of importance anyway.
Getting up from the chair, he hits the lamp and leaves his room. Shutting the door and walking down the hall once more, he heads straight for the basement door. Opening it, he steps down, flicks on the light and shuts it behind him. Yawning as he walks down the steps, skipping the last few with a jump, he immediately makes his way to the grand piano from before.
”Covered in dust… and never been played in many years…” he said wiping some of it away. Pulling the seat close and drawing back the cover, he thought for a second on what to play until it suddenly came to mind.
“I still remember what he used to play… Let’s see if I’m still good at it.”
Placing his hands on the untouched keys, memories of him and his brother softly flowed into his head. Starting, he played a changing note and a chord, repeating it slowly, and seeing an image of him doing the same thing. Soon his other hand joined in, adding to the song, which now felt soft and almost lonely.
At least I know he taught me how to do something…
As the young man continued, he does not notice the lightly tattooed person who has suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, donned in a fitting and somewhat transparent burgundy nightgown, which was cloaked over by her large wings. Her figure, aside from her long tail, clawed hands and feet with horns atop her crowned forehead, was tall and strangely perfect, built sensually and flawlessly in all the right places. Dark red hair that was a shade away from black flowed seamlessly behind her. Soft glowing yellow eyes stared protectively and caring at the boy before her, who continued playing the song. She wanted to reach out and touch him, make herself known but it did not happen. Feeling her presence behind him, he finally spoke out, not looking back at her.
”Good evening… Mistress Charon. I’m guessing Erik Satie finally got you to come down here…? ” He said.
She was surprised, yet still spoke out, “Good evening…Master Juno…”
How does he know? Every single time… Mistress’ favorite song…
She walked over and carefully sat down on the seat. His eyes were still not fixated on his intriguing and ‘visible’ Gar-gal mistress next to him, watching him continue playing. Hitting the apex of the song, he spoke again, “How was your evening…?”
“It was fine Master Juno… just fine…” she said.
“You know…you don’t have to call me that. It’s not like I own this house…or…other things…”
Other things…what does he mean…?
“Huh. Well you don’t have to call me mistress…”
“But I’m simply giving you…my guardian…the proper respect you deserve, since you are family. Mom, dad, the others and pretty much everyone who even sees you has always called you that.”
“I know. So what is the matter with me calling you master, Master Juno?”
“Like I said, I do not own this house, and I certainly do not own you. I think I would understand it clearly if I was a…Tamer, carrying that title of respect I hear they are granted when they have a harem of pokégirls at their side, but… I’m no tamer… not in the slightest…”
“Hmmm…. And what if you were? What if… you were like Joshua?”
He stopped playing. Still, he never looked at her, gaze solely focused on the keys. Letting that go away, he began to play a different song. Starting its beginning, he played the first notes. As he went to continue, reaching for the other keys, Charon played the rest. Stopping and shaking his head, he started over, only to see her do it again as he played the notes.
I see what it’s about now…oh yes…
“You know…it’s ok Juno… Just talk to me…please…” she said softly.
“There is nothing to talk about. I did everything I usually do today, for the following years I have been able to, so there is nothing for me or you to discuss.”
Sighing, she stood up and came behind him. Leaning over, she wrapped her arms around him. Juno felt her loving grip and her large and soft bosom press into his back.
“Yes there is… So please… talk to me… Like with your father and this loving family, your guardian wants you to speak… And… like your mother… I know something is wrong with you…”
“Really…?”
“Yes… Other than reading the look on your face and the annoyed tone in your voice, and also throw in the years you say that I have watched and took care of you as well…plus those times you got in trouble with Nuye and I was there to…soften it…?”
“Hmmm… you are his Beta…and her subordinate…” he smiled lightly.
“So… what is it about…?”
Juno stopped playing and stood up. Sighing, Charon closed the cover with her tail. “If you want to talk about it, do that thing you know… how you can completely disappear with someone with you.”
“…alright Juno…” she said, feeling his hands grips her arms.
Nodding her head as her large leathery wings enveloped him; Charon softly chanted for a second. Soon the two disappeared without a trace with a flash of dark energy. Reappearing in the hallway, Charon released Juno and checked the front door. Nodding as everything was in order; she gripped Juno and led him down the hall. As they made their way to her room, she chuckled as the two walked straight towards the door. Opening it, she released him from her grip with a sigh. Juno made his way to her bed, illuminated by the lightning flashing through the window. Softly shutting the door, Charon made her way to him. She then rested behind him, arms finding their usual spot around his neck and chest. He knew she was making him feel comfortable, as being around her usual nature always calmed him somehow, despite being what he was. He looked out the window and shook his head.
“Ten years… ten whole years since that incident… They found no clue, nor remains. Nothing… No evidence as to how he died or who may have killed him. Mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and the rest of the harem were shocked to find out, but…”
Looking around as Charon held him and listened, vivid memories began playing into his mind. Soon they before his eyes as plain as day. He now saw himself, a much younger self, amid the care of his father’s harem and happily playing some game. Leaving the room, he was now downstairs in the den, seeing himself again, running by and slightly older, being chased by his brother for something.
I took his big blue cloak and tried to hide it. He ended up catching me though, but got happily chewed out by Tisane when he collided into her.
Leaving the den, he was now outside. There practicing was his father and the harem, all focused in their training. Looking at them all, his father was training with some armored woman holding a simple katana, and another wielding claw weapons. As they sparred, she would mix punches and kicks coinciding with her sword.
Always worked out with auntie Tisane and Charon. They would always laugh when you went all out against her, knowing full well she would always be better than you despite what you used to help, but they loved you anyway.
Continuing his little trip, there he saw the rest also going against each other, all dressed in training gear. One, by the looks of it, attacked her sister with a primal kind of instinct and unleashed fire with tapped control. The other danced and struck with cutlasses as she dodged, water moving about her as well. Soon another jumped in, and by jumped in she erupted from the earth itself, with spikes of stone surrounding them all. That was not over as the rocks seemingly shattered, with thorny vines and white colored petals taking its place. The one responsible, seen from a distance working the vines, smiled with glee as she came over, merely to have it fall short. She fell to the ground, seemingly drained and in pain. There, one more person appeared, holding a dagger made of dark flowing energy poised to strike her again, only to see it disappear. An outstretched arm is given, in which the person grabs it with a smile.
Lillian, Molly, Crystal, Maria, and even mom.
Seeing this one leave, he was now in the kitchen. There was no one there at first, but a close and soft voice let him know who exactly it was. This last memory than the one he had previously seen, was more close to him personally. It was blurry at first, but it slowly came into view. A face, smiling and looking at him with tears, mutely talked to him. He couldn’t make out the words but they meant something really special. Sighing as the memories began to fade with the room turning back to normal; he blinked for a second, tears somehow streaming down his face before continuing on with his story.
There it is… He is letting it out… Oh how he misses you Mistress…and you as well Master Joshua…
“Heh, I didn’t hear anything. I was only nine when it happened. Besides… it wasn’t important for me to know, you all teaching me the lot I needed to know, like how to defend myself and respect others, basically everything to keep me addled and away from that. Then… they left, in the rain. From what dad said to me when I was younger, ‘going away for a while to take care of some simple businesses, I believed it. But business for ten years…?”
“That’s what they told you, and you know it to be true Juno.” She finally said.
“I know it is… but that wasn’t all of it. I know there was more to what happened that they aren’t telling. But that…is the past…like the saying goes. Business was always business when it came to them, which is why our ‘rich’ family is so well known. Working for the League, Watchers, important people, hunting bounties, all that and still they had time for us…”
Charon eased him down into her comforting grasp as he continued; now talking about his brother Joshua.
“He was the greatest. Looked up and made known by anyone, with me to follow in his shadow; his footsteps even. Tamer and what was inscribed on his plaque?
“He was a Blue Mage Juno, if I remember correctly.”
“Hm. So that’s what he was. Blue Mage… Now I know I’m nothing like him. He has gifts, I don’t. The only thing I have is my pureblooded self. ‘You are a rarity’ they say, like a pureblooded female. ‘You shouldn’t do anything in your life that may be dangerous. Find something feasible.’ That and my slight fear of acceptance. ”
“What do you mean Juno by ‘acceptance’?”
“A pokégirl, no matter how different in every way possible she is, can accept me, this pureblooded and gift-less person not simply as her Master but more than that… if I decide to walk in his steps...”
He has doubt…just like him…
“So… that’s what is troubling you…?” Charon chuckled softly.
“I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…I never should have said a single word…” Juno said, not looking at her, feeling a bit hurt and not showing it.
Charon turned him around, her yellow eyes now red, staring into his. Smiling, she took off his glasses and set them aside, combed her clawed fingers through his long hair and tapped him on the forehead.
“Listen to me. It does not matter what or who you are what everyone else may think or say, and what obstacles and pitfalls may be in your way that slow you down. You can overcome it. Everyone, including your brother has tackled that mountain, and now it’s your turn. If you are willing to do it, ready to take on the mantle, do it. They may have gifts that you were not privileged to have, but that is them. You are unique in your own way. That is what separates you and it is something you should cherish. And don’t you worry about being accepted Juno. There are many kinds of pokégirls in the world, feral or not, that would love to get their sensual little hands, paws, wings or tentacles all over every inch of you.”
“You mean like you?” he said with a slight smirk.
“Only if you are eager… and willing to let me have you all to myself for that moment Juno.” She cooed to him, causing his dark face to turn even darker with embarrassment if he was in the light.
“I’m just kidding… ” She said with a chuckle, her eyes now yellow again.
Or am I…?
Chuckling as well, he sighed and looked down, “I have one more thing to say.”
“Hm?”
“If I was to follow in my brother’s footsteps, to be a Tamer and a Blue Mage as it were, do you think I can make it like him?
“That all depends on you, like I said. If you think you are up to the test, take it on. And remember, me and everyone else are all there, rooting you on wherever you may go.”
Looking at her with a smile, he hugged her, burying his head in her large bosom. She sighed, cloaked her wings protectively around him, and stroked his head.
“Thank you…” he said in between her breasts.
“You are welcome… Master Juno.” She said with a smile.
Juno groaned as he lay down with her, letting sleep take over with the ambiance of the stormy night.
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Juno… Oh Juno…
Juno…
…Who… Who is there…?
The voice called out again, Juno… Juno…
Juno’s dream was now simply an empty room, it closing in slowly on him. He looked around and found that he was in a bed and dressed completely in white.
Where…am I?
Getting up, he slowly stood on his feet, his mind still trying to take in the surroundings of the empty and plain room. A bed, silent spinning fan above, simple white walls, and a solid fence like floor were all that adorned it. Scratching his head, the voice called out again, coming from the wall in front of him. Walking towards it, he examined it, feeling nothing but a smooth surface when an imprint of a face appeared on the wall. Jumping back, he stared at it cautiously, wondering what in the world was going on.
Is this a dream… or a full blown nightmare…?
The face imprint moved and swayed as if the wall itself was made of fabric. Soon hands and other faces appeared, all mouthing out Juno’s name. He backed away, towards the bed as more and more appeared. The wall in front of him now was completely covered, all of them continuing their cacophony of his name, causing Juno to clutch his head and ball up.
Shut up! Stop calling me! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
The faces mimicked him, creepy smiles festooned as they continued. Juno shook his head, repeatedly telling himself that it was not real and it’s a dream. He continued this until he heard something once more, complete silence. Slowly looking up, the faces had left, and a large one adorned the wall before him. It did not move, speak or have hands. All it did was stare at him. Juno slowly got up, eyes transfixed on the face before him. As he stared it down, the face made a soft grunt, snapping Juno out of his little stupor. The mouth opened as wide as it could be and remained so.
Now what is going on?
Looking it the face’s open mouth, there was nothing but pitch black inside it. Walking to his bed, he grabbed the pillow, stared back at the mouth and threw it in. The pillow simply hit nothing as it fell to the ground. Feeling a bit calm, his mind began playing that the face was simply an illusion.
I’m just seeing things, that all…
Now totally calm, the face donned a malevolent look, unknown to Juno who had turned away to see what else lie in store in this room of his. Stretching out from the wall slightly, the face remained still as hands appeared from its gaping maw. Shooting quickly, one grabbed Juno by his ankle and knocked him to the ground. Grunting as his senses left for a second from the impact, he turned and looked in complete horror as to what was happening.
Come Juno… Come into the darkness and SEE!!!
He tried to fight the grip of the hand on his ankle but it never released. Soon another shot out and grabbed him on his other ankle. The two then began to slowly pull him towards the mouth, it still gaping and now dripping with darkness. Looking around hurriedly, Juno saw the bed and grabbed it. His movement stopped, but soon continued as the bed turned completely into mist. He tried to grip the ground, but it was as smooth as marble. Seeing himself approach the face, with more hands gripping him, a distinct noise coming from its maw got louder and louder. Now mere inches from it, the hands lifted him up. All Juno could do was stare down the gaping maw, filled with many staring, smiling faces, its sound now loud and booming in his ears. Screaming, the hands threw him in and the faces all screamed at the same time, the mouth shut with a loud and sickening crunch.
Mumbling in his sleep, he suddenly awoke from his nightmarish dream, sweating and panting heavily. Looking around, he sighed and lay back down on his pillow, seeing that he was somehow in his room and no longer with Charon. Staring at the droning ceiling fan above him, he threw off his covers and sat up. Getting out of bed, he opened his door and walked straight to Charon’s room. Creating his little flame again he quietly opened her door and peered inside. There he saw her sleeping away peacefully under the covers.
“Sleeping away…How I wish I could after this crazy dream…” he said, scratching his leg softly with his foot.
Shutting her door not after getting his glasses, Juno began walking quietly down the hall. He continued down it until he reached another door. Turning the handle, he opened it and stepped in. Standing alone in the silent room, seeing it untouched after those ten long years, Juno closed his eyes, remembering everything he knew about his older brother. Seeing all of his things, still untouched and in their places, Juno sat down at his desk. Drumming his fingers as he leaned back in his chair, his sight caught a small glint shining in the light among the piles of books.
“Huh?”
Leaving the chair and crouching down among the book pile, he sorted through them and found the source of the glint, a small leather-bound diary. Pulling the strap, he flipped through the pages, seeing his brother’s secrets, drawings, odd scripts, dreams and all the things he wrote in his spare time. Finding a particular page interesting, he read it, eyes tracing every sentence.
Diary Timestamp: October 23, 290 A.S.
I finally finished my teachings with Master Marlow, even though it was worth all the affliction and study Elma has put upon me. I did not know there were many types of Blue Mages, which is how they learn the spells from their foes. Some ways come from the lore items, artifact spheres and other masters. He told me that I was one of the ‘latter generations’ which meant that I had to full on take the impact of the spell in order to learn it. Other ways of learning were actually more useful, such as the arts of Sketch, Lore, Leap and Rage, Manipulation, the Dragoon’s Lancet and Learning, the recent Blue Bullets of the Azul Pistolero Magus sphere, the Pokégirl Skills, and the odd orbs of magic known as ‘materia’, and even the somewhat obscure Eat/Cook. But, as my master and his mistress state it, this way was better and more knowledgeable, as you see the spell in action, feel what it does, and grasp its nature, lucky for me the recent acquiring of Mighty Guard and my lineage came in handy for the latter spells.
Older sis Rita also has written to me saying she is happy that she found a good Tamer, although he is sometimes off, she wonders what situations they may get into. I give her my regards and tell her to write to Juno as well. I also remind her not to get into too much trouble, she does not want to have me bail her out for anything, and that is probably not going to happen.
I have also decided to stay here with Master Marlow for a few months, just to sharpen my skills until the special date. I hope that this time I will be ready, and they can finally, finally rest.
“Huh… big sister Rita. We haven’t heard from you in three years. At least you are with someone…” he said softly, remembering a certain pink haired, horned and tan skinned Succubus that would always bring him some small trinket or gift. Chuckling, Juno continued reading until another note of interest came up.
Diary Timestamp: June 12, 292 A.S.
Today is the day I prepare myself for what lies ahead. Everything lay on the line. I know it goes against the code of using magic to kill, to take one’s life with the power of arcane but it must be done. I finally found the location of my betrayer, the one I trusted. Because of him, they are dead, at the hands of something, the world was not ready to handle, something they used me to further their dark schemes. I was his puppet, my mind controlled by someone else, his living weapon. That something… was not theirs… It shouldn’t have been used this way… I will not go back there; I am no longer their slave. Their world, those people, should sink deep into the abyss and never be found. No, not the abyss, they all should burn within the flames of hell. However, if it were not for me, or what they did to me, they would not have restarted the project. ‘New ground’ they said. New ground those people were working on for many years now. The new ground that was done centuries ago, the power those people had, turned them into mindless monsters bent on killing themselves and the others around them. It was not new ground… they were playing God, and now, they are doing it again...
He- The paragraph ended there. Looking in the book, Juno noticed that the page had been torn out. “Huh, well I guess it ends there…” Sighing, he set the diary aside. Lying back on the floor, Juno stared out the window, seeing the storm finally cease. He yawned and finally drifted off to sleep.
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