"Find another entrance!!"
A commanding shout of a lieutenant soldier working under General Koby, as several soldiers behind them spread all around the main hallway in groups, surrounded by the corpses of those who failed to defend the establishment under the ruthlessness of a newly discovered monster. "Sir, Commander George is unconscious with severe wounds by the chest, call the medical squad." Said by another soldier inspecting Commander George's unconscious body with blood running out of his mouth and another flowing out of his chest, as another soldier rushed out to call for the medical team. General Koby walks over to his old friend's body, noticing that he's been stabbed multiple times but guessed that he survived thanks to years of training since he was young.
"General, what should we do? Even the former Mafia Queen, Yuri Calypso's body is missing. Although we haven't confirmed if she was really dead or not." A soldier said, speaking to General Koby who stood there menacingly with his chilling gaze down upon his old friend. He lifted his gaze towards the gates that lead to the next exit that also leads to the outer part of the hotel and the Prom tower, recognizing that these types of gates designed by Yuri are all made with extreme security that even the most skilled person in unlocking similar objects wouldn't be able to unlock the gates. Without her, they can't proceed with their mission.
"Search for Yuri Calypso, dead or alive. We have to evacuate the students and investigate them later, we'll be focusing on dealing with the Alter Being that just entered the hotel and is currently on rampage." General Koby requested, turning his face to the remaining group of shoulders who saluted under his gaze before they turned around rushing away to search for Yuri Calypso. Meanwhile, in some of the main hallway's walls is a hidden door leading to a secret room, where two individuals are currently hiding inside. "With all due respect, you sure know how to prepare, don't you? Miss Yuri…" Wyne said, turning to a severely injured yet conscious Yuri in front of her, who is sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall behind her with a grin on her face.
Wyne forms a concerned expression, unable to comprehend what is currently happening. First, an explosion, and then witnessing pure dead bodies in front of her gaze that was caused by the person who probably made those explosions. She had seen her own mother's body beforehand, but she never knew that how Yuri's people were killed was that brutal. "Thanks for coming, I thought you had already left with your father…" Yuri said as she groaned, reaching for her neck and taking out a metal plate with a deep bump into it that's accompanied with her blood, probably caused by a stab. Wyne takes notice of the bump in the metal plate, crossing her arms.
"Do you always bring those things to protect yourself with?"
"Yeah. Most of the time, I take risks. So if I want to live, I have to protect myself."
Yuri said in a soft tone, still breathing heavily but silently because of her wounds. She then looked up to Wyne with a mischievous bright smile as she reached the metal plate to Wyne playfully. "Wanna smell it? It has a pure feminine scent accompanied with my blood!" She says, as Wyne steps away from the metal plate in annoyance. "Who would smell that thing… yuck."
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"But once again… thank you for hiding me."
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Yuri sincerely said to Wyne, who was surprised at what she just said to her. "I made a vow with that damned Koby years ago, that whenever one of us found the other with their guard down, we are free to take advantage of that person… if it were me, I'd just straight up end his life. But I'd be terrified if he managed to take the key… I wouldn't want someone like him, a man, to take advantage of me." Yuri followed, and that surprised Wyne even more, making her feel even more honored to have saved the founder when she was on her way to meet up with Trizha, a reunion she'd wished to have occurred if only something as crazy as a catastrophe such as this didn't happen.
But on second thought… Where's Trizha?
Wyne knelt down next to Yuri, looking at the great founder and former mafia queen with a combination of concern and curiosity. "Hey miss… do you… do you know where Trizha? My friend." And with that question, a moment of silence and staring moments began. It took Yuri a few seconds to consider what Wyne just asked, before finally answering; "How should I know?" And then with that answer, it left Wyne, with her self-proclaimed 'Slow-witted' personality, to realize her mistake. "Oh yeah. How would she know where Trizha is??" She thought as she asked herself, clearly embarrassed for ever asking such a question without even thinking about it.
Suddenly, both Yuri and Wyne get startled as they hear a familiar voice screaming outside of the hidden room. Wyne, out of curiosity, decided to peek through the door that stands between their protection and that possibility of getting caught. In her eyes, she witnessed Yuri's Assistant forced to be on their knees by the two soldiers that held them from behind, accompanied by General Koby in front of the Assistant. From the looks of it, they were also heavily injured but seemed to have survived the assault, breathing heavily as they lifted their head to look up to General Koby.
"Haha… long time no see, Koby Frantzes…" They struggle to breathe normally due to the damage they have inflicted moments ago, but standing face to face with an old enemy of theirs, taking dominance even at death's door. "Since when was the last time I tried to kill you for traumatising the boss, huh? That's right… Ten years–" They said before getting cut off by General Koby. "Ten years ago, Kenzo Calypso caused a grave and irredeemable crime, eventually leading to his death at the hands of her own daughter." Hearing those words, The Assistant couldn't help but yell at the man before them. "Liar! You bastard! You tricked Yuri into killing her own father–"
The sound of a gun getting loaded is heard, and silence immediately struck the sound as Wyne stood behind the door, speechless and shocked as she bore witness of a military General pointing his gun at the person who had led the people younger than them into entertainment for a week till now whenever Yuri was absent. She slowly placed a hand into her mouth, clearly getting scared in the moment. "And Ten years ago, you involved yourself with the vow that I made with your boss." General Koby said in a chilling tone, as he stared down on the assistant without mercy in his eyes. "As my enemy, even now, you still hold the hatred of my own. Now speak while you are at it, your last words—The Assistant of Yuri Calypso… no, The Chronologically Immortal Caretaker of the Calypso bloodline, Ramoss."
Wyne's eyes grew wide at the title that was mentioned—A person incapable of dying at old age… was that really possible? Perhaps it does, but now it doesn't matter… Sometimes the discovered doesn't stay discovered the moment they are discovered. The gun is pointed directly at the assistant's face, the expectant look and fear in the face of Ramoss as he finally meets his end after decades to centuries to come. Although, General Koby hasn't pressed the trigger. "But before that, answer my question—Where is Yuri?"
In the hidden room, Yuri was listening the entire time. She heard Koby mention her, and she scoffed. "Oh. He's still looking for me." In a moment of truth, Yuri immediately stood up from the floor and tried to open the door to reveal herself to the man that aimed to end the person that took care of her in her entire life, only to be stopped by Wyne who grabbed Yuri out of panic and fear of getting caught. Yuri struggled, angered, and even raged. So much as she became vulnerable to what is currently happening to her assistant. And so, she yelled. "Don't kill him!!!" It was thanks to her sound proof walls that the people outside didn't hear her… yet it became the very reason why saving her assistant is a failure.
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"This is lieutenant Kelvin speaking!! We just discovered another entrance leading to the Prom tower, but we discovered many other of Yuri Calypso's guards dead! They seem to be roaming around to guard the area."
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A shocking call coming from General Koby's walkie talkie attached to his upper right chest. He turned his gaze unto it, speaking to the call. "I see. Anything else?" He said as he lowered the gun, temporarily keeping Ramoss at death's door as well before signaling the soldiers holding him to take the assistant away. "Yes—one of them managed to survive and told us that some guy in a cloak seems to be carrying a blonde-headed girl in their shoulders… this must be the Alter Being you were telling us, or perhaps the same demon guy." the lieutenant said as General Koby nodded in response, something came into mind when the lieutenant mentioned it being a blonde-headed girl… and that also surprised Wyne in the hidden room, who found this description somewhat familiar as well. It's Trizha…!
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The moon shines brightly in the darkest night, the stars that are walled between the light of the earth and the earth itself. It was all beauty in between and its making, with the support of the industrial and public light that surrounded the entirety of the establishment. At the top, there is nothing that can be heard but the voice of the wind, and the voice in which awakens the she who influences the appearance of those who seek the appreciation, demonstrations, and admiration of themselves, Vanity. Moreover, the she who brings about the fingers of those who dare stay within, Connection.
Yes. The voice of the wind, and the voice of her mind… awakens her in a deep slumber of a few moments. Trizha Frantzes, awakens at the highest peak of the La Luna Sangre Hotel—the rooftop floor of the Prom tower. Her eyes drift open slowly, as she sat up from the ground, wincing and groaning in pain that she couldn't comprehend the cause. As the cause, for uncertainty is unprecedented. A terrifying presentation of uncertainty… is the uncertainty in itself. She looked around, nothing but a bunch of leftover objects like an Iron pipe, buckets filled with dirty water, a bunch of sticks, a random trashcan, and so on. The floor is wide in square, at least wide enough to fit 200 individuals had they stood before itself.
"Where am I? My head hurts…" She said to herself, standing on her feet, still wincing in pain. Whatever struck her was surely incredibly powerful. But that's exactly the question—why? The answer is… unknown. No such beings wanted her demise, but doing so… because they feel like it. That's the Darkest Imagination to ever have.
Trizha gazes at her surroundings, taking note as she realizes that she's on the rooftop floor and then walking around for the exit. It's wide, so perhaps searching won't be too difficult if it catches the sight of the eye… but of course, her escape will never happen this time…
More breeze started to move across the roof, and so Trizha felt a presence coming… someone who is incomprehensible, a person with no sense and description, a man who dares to interrupt the world as we know it… That man is descending from the sky, through the light of the moon, like a free of the wings of a bird, wearing a dark suit with red long-sleeves underneath, and red hair that flows through the wind. He descends… for the story foretold, has its fate changed by him. For instance, Interrupted. And as he lands, he poses with legs relaxed and slightly apart and with his arms extended outward slightly away from the body, palms facing upward with fingers loosely spread, and eyes that strikingly stare down below of those who are low… truly an ethereal way of introducing one self. A power emanating in a way that transcends the conventional rules of Romance… behold.
The Alter Being of The Seventh of the Ten Powerful Emotions… Zackier Morkator.
"Did he just float down to the ground…? Wait, is that Zackier…?!" Trizha thought to herself, speechless as the more she realizes that it is Zackier Morkator himself the more her eyes become clearer to the naked view. It's confusing, a movement solely meant to only exist in fiction, not to mention that it came to this very man. However, disdain and rage already started building up inside her for what he did in the fountain last time as she instantly glared at the man before her. After all… it's Zackier. "Zack, you bastard… who was that woman–"
"In this pitiful excuse of a world… I am reality."
And so Trizha got startled by Zackier interrupting her by speaking before she could even finish her own sentence. They were words that perhaps were arrogant, yet there wasn't any to begin with… a truth bound by this spectacular man who just happens to exist in this world. "There's a few things I didn't really expect in this latest Unending…" And so he continued his speech, as he approached Trizha in a menacing manner with his hands tucked inside his pockets. "First, the continued existence of Margaret Sensha… Second, the change in narrative in the Japanese themed festival a few days ago… and you, Trizha Frantzes."
He glared back at Trizha, his steps silent yet dangerous in every way, staring at the helpless girl who stood above the roof. "I made you inflict a damage that should've shattered you like broken glass, leaving you withered for life, leaving everyone to hate your very existence while you move on like a river in flames, so tell me… how can YOU still stand? How can you act casual in this manner? To act like everything is fine? I expected more of your dramatisation since recently…" He finished his speech, and then he glanced at Trizha's expression, analyzing. And despite everything he said, she is still mad about what he did that day. How naive. But from the looks of it, she seems to be trying to realize the gravity of the previous situation Zackier did to her…
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"Shut up…"
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Zackier's eyes widened in surprise at her answer. She seemed to have realized what he meant when he said "Inflicting" damage to herself. "I don't care when you caused this all to happen, and I don't care when your actions led me here… as long as it all came from the past, as long as it came as natural as possible, it's still all because of me. Everything started, and happened, because of me. And I've come to acknowledge that. I've come to repent for my actions." With those soothing words, she slowly calmed down and came to her senses. Her fists were clenched, but they have softened. This confuses Zackier. "Huh?"
"You forced me, Wyne, and Margaret, to separate. That's fine, it was meant to happen. You made me feel miserable after that, and that's fine, it was meant to happen. You forced everyone to hate me, and that's fine… it was meant to happen. Everything fated to occur." She started to approach Zackier, confidence had completely pushed aside every other negativity that resides in her well-being, and Zackier couldn't help but keep listening. He was also shocked at her display of confidence… a display of… self awareness. "If what you were saying is that you 'interrupted' my life, then let me remind you… you haven't changed anything."
And suddenly, Zackier was shocked and caught off guard with that answer… him? Failed? Failed to cause an interruption to her precious fate? Ridiculous! "What is this…?!" He thought to himself. "What caused her to act like this?! She was supposed to act miserable and pathetic, crying before me and going into denial after realizing what i did! What the hell do you mean "acknowledge"?? All in the past??? You imbecile!!"
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On other hand, he stayed silent after her reminder. It left him shocked that he had to spend seconds cursing at Trizha for that little reminder. It enraged him, and yet he stood there motionless. And so… he almost laughed for himself, and spoke in a frustrated and low tone; "Just turn around and get out of my sight already."
And with that answer at hand, Trizha decided to slowly turn around, not minding about the way he spoke to her since she expected it that much. Indeed, what he revealed to her earlier was a shocking reveal—Everything that happened was actually because of him… that's unexpected. After turning around completely, she noticed a door on a wall in the distance far from her on the roof, assuming that it is the exit leading to the lower floors of the prom tower. She casually walked towards, ignoring Zackier behind her, when in truth… he was already right behind her with a knife about to pierce her brutally.
She noticed, but she didn't have enough time because he was too fast… She turned to face Zackier as she met her own demise, the blade in which he yields shines, the way the exit door slams open, and the tip about to fierce her face that changed her entire life… and then a right hand of a young man pushed Trizha aside from behind while his left fist is already launched to hit what's in front, the fist that includes the defence of fate itself. As it landed, Zackier was startled and grinned in excitement at the turn of events, immediately redirected his trajectory of attacking Trizha into defending himself using his forearm of the same arm, momentarily blocking the punch as he got pushed away backwards in a few meters by it.
"There you are…"
He landed on his feet as he met with the ground after getting launched away, recognizing and then getting intrigued by the strength delivered against him. He lifted his head and gazed forward, witnessing as Nomoro Ketatsuki stood in front of Trizha Frantzes who was now on the ground, shocked by Nomoro's sudden appearance. Zackier then made a step forward, chuckling as excitement grew more deep within, and spoke in a manner that reveals just how excited he is. "I brought your precious Destined in this part of the tower, avoiding every other casualty that could greatly affect my plans, just so that you can finally reveal yourself… you have no idea how long I've tried to find you to end your miserable life in the most miserable ways again, Symbol of Loneliness… Narasao Tarosono!!!"
He shouted and mentioned that name, and Trizha couldn't help but stare at Zackier in shocked confusion. That name sounded oddly familiar to her, and she felt like she said that name recently, but never the last name… "My name is Nomoro Ketatsuki just for the record." Nomoro said, and Zackier scoffed skeptically at his comment. "Shut up. The name Nomoro Ketatsuki is the name that comes to mind whenever you Flaws needed to hide your true identity. I didn't expect that you'd use it so willingly that you'd intentionally abandon your real name, but I guess that's just children being too naive." He then starts to approach Nomoro and Trizha with his eyes on them, especially Nomoro. "You know, using that name and then believing in it is an insult. You should be ashamed."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"That doesn't matter. You're meant to forget, that's why you don't."
Nomoro cautiously lifted his arm to cover Trizha in front of her when Zackier started to make an approach while Trizha glanced and watched the two fighters with anticipation. She slowly picks herself up from the floor while keeping a close eye on Zackier the closer he gets, before suddenly hearing Nomoro whispering to her. "Trizha, look behind you…" Trizha's eyes widened as she turned her head around towards behind, noticing that the exit door had been opened when Nomoro came out from it earlier. "I left the door open, now run for it. I'll cover for you." He followed, as Trizha looked back at Nomoro and nodded nervously before rushing towards the exit. It's now or never.
Zackier's expression then drops into the unreadable the moment Trizha starts running away and Nomoro blocking the way. He bent down slightly, an intense gaze on Nomoro, and muttered "I'll make this fast." Before dashing forth at high speeds, preparing his knife. At the same time, Nomoro takes caution and takes a step back on one foot, bringing his fist back before swinging towards Zackier with a very powerful launch, gritting his teeth as he does so due to using the fullest of his strength. But at the moment of his crisis, Zackier instantly ducked down and the punch missed him by air from above, as he lifted his arm to intercept the punch into moving upwards instead and making Nomoro leave himself wide open.
Zackier grinned in delight, slightly impressed and fascinated by Nomoro's fighting style while swinging his knife to cut Nomoro's side open. But of course, Nomoro had noticed at the second and immediately reversed the trajectory of his arm swing from moving upwards into moving backwards instead, performing a backward swinging punch to hit Zackier beside him. However, Zackier dodged the hit at the last second by dashing backwards. He seems to understand Nomoro's fighting style now—delivering heavy hits and reversing them when they fail and turning it into a win. He grinned widely at the thought, chuckling to himself. "Too slow–" the remnants of Zackier's words before completely getting punched into the right side of his face by Nomoro's other fist after using his reversal punch's momentum to bring the next hit. His fighting style had also made Nomoro unpredictable…
As the punch drilled into Zackier's face, Nomoro screamed at the top of his lungs as he stepped forward and bringing momentum into his right arm so that his punch could damage Zackier more severely, effectively staggering Zackier backwards before suddenly grabbing his collar and pulling him closer to deliver a barrage of powerful punches into his charming body. It was clear that Nomoro has taken advantage of the situation, and Zackier is currently in the hands of struggle. With each hit, there was only a moment for Zackier to gasp before getting another hit, and then another, again and again.
On other hand, Trizha is dangerously close to the exit door, gasping for breaths as she gets forced to recall something after Nomoro's identity is revealed… she kept getting a one second flashback of when she first met him. And no, it wasn't that time when introduced himself to class on his first day of school. And because of that, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, her body feeling like it shouldn't be going any further… "...Why do I feel like…" She thought as she slowly turned her head on Nomoro with a troubled expression, who is still barraging Zackier like a nonchalant maniac. "...I shouldn't be leaving him alone…?"
The name Narasao Tarosono, rang a bell inside her that she never thought she'd have. If seeing him on his first day of school wasn't the first time she met or saw him, then what is?
A few more hits and the fight is almost over. Nomoro once again screamed at the top of his lungs as he delivered the last few hits, aiming to knock Zackier out at the last moment, hoping this could buy him and Trizha some time. But that could only happen if Zackier was just as futile as a mere human durability, as he had catched the last punch at the last moment with his hand and that effectively ended the barrage. He lifted his head, showing a face that's shockingly unharmed, and a wide sinister grin that shows how unfazed he was this entire time. He wasn't actually struggling, but has only been going easy on Nomoro in order to take notes on how he fights.
"Kidding."
Nomoro was startled at the sight, shocked that Zackier wasn't even fazed by his all-out punches. He tried to pull back his hand from Zackier's grip, but the grip was too tight, too strong, so much that it felt like concrete had glued his entire fist. This time, it was Nomoro who was struggling instead… "How unfortunate. Don't you find it unfortunate as well?" Zackier then tightened his grip on Nomoro's fist by a significant amount, crushing his entire hand effortlessly and causing Nomoro to scream in agony and hopelessness. "The idea of delivering the highest of strengths way too early just to end a fight, all for it to end up futile anyways. You're just afraid things might get worse later on, so you proceed with reckless abandon… I thought you Flaws are wise enough to know better than that. You're utterly pathetic."
Trizha looked at Nomoro in horror and despair, seeing him suffering in the hands of her former partner. She couldn't help but stay in her position, her legs trembling in fear as it decides not to move a muscle that includes the very intent of leaving Nomoro behind, nor the intent of saving him either. Every time she looks at his face after hearing that name, she just felt like he was an entirely different person. She should go and save him. Next to the door is an iron pipe, so she should grab that and use it to fight back against Zackier. But she couldn't… she couldn't do anything, because she's afraid that her reckless wits might cause bigger problems than necessary, she doesn't want that.
And so, she makes her decision; turning around and deciding to run away for now, or just really run away without ever coming back. After all, Nomoro told her to run away and leave while covering her from Zackier's onslaught of attacks… it's okay to run from responsibilities again, right…?
She had double thoughts thinking that, and as she ran, she made one last look at Nomoro before she met up with the exit right in front of her… and surprisingly, he's looking at her with desperation. Suddenly, he's not speaking, but she can hear him.
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"Don't leave me here… with a decision at hand…!"
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She looked back at Nomoro's eyes with her eyes wide and mouth open, and suddenly, all the double thinking had disappeared, and a new decision wrapped her mind when the previous almost did the same; instead of rushing directly for the exit, she first went to grab the iron pipe and then towards the exit with a thought in mind. "I'm going to run away, try to defend myself if Zack has gotten through Nomoro's defence, go down there and return with help! I will run away with a responsibility at hand!!!" She thought, as she tried to extend her arm for her hand to reach the empty air of an open door, while Zackier peeked at Trizha from a distance.
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"Like that'll happen."
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The world slowed down, the light that surrounds the world, filled with chaos and panic, and sometimes the dance of enjoyment of those unaware. An arm is lifted, and a finger facing the face of everyone's so-called devil. The girl in distress is only a few steps left until she reaches her destination, but pink-like light gleamed behind her without caution after one step. Her eyes turned, and gazed what's behind—an energy-like sphere that appeared in mid air at the tip of Zackier's finger. It's emanating a weird kind of energy, as if the emotions of many had gone through an amalgamation to form this sphere.
"Alterlity, Lovestruck."
The devil sends in a punch to cancel the preparation for devastation, but the skin of his fist, the fingers that hold eternity, start to melt and get pulled away as the sphere expands its light into blinding everything in the vicinity. Lovestruck, It is a power that exchanges the emotion of one person in return for a different emotion in desire of the user, and that stockpiled emotion is amalgamated into nine more emotions to form a sphere that brings the concept of 'struck' into existence. An ability that only works when the victim is aware of their presence or the concept of Love will be meaningless if another isn't there…
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"Emoplotion."
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Once released, so is 'struck', becoming the reason for one's destruction.
The miniature sphere exploded in front of Nomoro's face, blasting him away and crashing next to Trizha, the air pressure released pushing debris and everything else away in an instant like a nuclear explosion while holding the power of a missile. That is Emoplotion.
Trizha had her arm covering her face from the remnants of the explosion, she was so focused on her intentions and planning that she felt that everything happened so fast, like in an instant. She slowly lowered her arms, her entire body trembling at the shockwave that coursed through her body, and her eyes glanced at what's in front of her; the door has been slammed shut and locked because of the impact, and a body before her… Nomoro is down and leaning against the wall, full of injuries and lifeless.
Trizha's eyes grew wide, and suddenly, feelings of concern and fear covered her mind as she rushed into Nomoro and knelt down in front of him. "Nomoro, are you okay?!" She shouted, trying to nudge him awake. She leaned her face closer for a better look, and so she noticed… that his entire face is and facial features have been severely destroyed at the impact of the explosion, and now he's bleeding all over. He was so close to it after all. Trizha backed away as she covered her mouth with her hand and muttered a few "No"'s, shocked at the revelation of what happened to Nomoro as tears started forming around her eyes. He's dead.
She only had a few conversations with him, she had more questions to ask, now they are left unanswered. She slowly stood from the ground, speechless at the moment, unable to handle the grip of holding her iron pipe because of all the emotions that lingered inside her. She grew to like Nomoro after a while, and she wanted to spend more time with him because he saved her. Now he's just laying down there, bleeding constantly, but slowly and slowly as time passes by. She shakes her head deliberately, in denial of accepting his death. She wants to know if he was an old friend of hers…
"You know, character developments in situations like this… is truly troublesome."
Hearing those words, Trizha turned her head around and noticed that Zackier was already standing in front of her with a cold, chilling look in his face and hands in his pockets. "You bastard…" She muttered, clenching her fists with pure hatred, and Zackier scoffed and slightly bent down to look down on her more. "He could've been saved, or not. That is only if you got out of here sooner than later… but instead you chose to change in the middle of the crisis. That's stupidity on the works of the likes of you—it's only common sense that you'd just run away and then call for help, and that's it, no trivial bullshit like character developments to waste your precious time." He said, and Trizha looked up to him with a glare and sob in her face. He finds her hatred amusingly funny as he leaned away.
He once again lifted an arm and pointed a finger at her, beginning to amalgamate ten more stockpiled emotions to form another emoplotion. "What does this make you, I wonder… hehe, hmmm… your 23rd death? Hmph, not going to lie but in this Unending, you're most fascinating because you're realistic. But this is goodbye." A wide grin of delight formed in his face as energy started forming at the tip of his fingers, about to deliver yet another emoplotion. Trizha closes her eyes, ready to die an unacceptable death, knowing she couldn't do anything about it anyways. But… the forming of energy stopped, As Zackier's wide grin dropped into caution and confusion, because someone suddenly stood up from the ground slowly with struggle, and he's no longer constantly bleeding.
He stepped defiantly, fists already clenched since the beginning, the breeze brushing his hair back and forth, as he lifted his head that showed wide eyes and a face that was previously shattered, began to regenerate like glass breaking in reverse, and an expressive glare shows that the fight isn't over yet… This is just the beginning.
Zackier's eyes widened in shock as he watched Nomoro rise up from the dead and his face started regenerating, as he dashed backwards and stopped just a few meters away, staring at the man before him with uncertainty and an increase of excitement that's also accompanied with anticipation. "Regeneration? Alive? Now this is a first…!"
Zackier grinned widely as he made one step go forward, and that was it. He tightened his grip on his precious, merciless knife as bloodlust scorned his veins. While Nomoro stands firmly on crumbled debris, slightly crouched forward with legs apart, both fists tightly clenched, and a focused expression with wide eyes and brows furrowed with a mix of rage and confidence. He started to focus on something deep within… and violet energy started to flow and surround his entire body, an energy that contains both a sinister theme yet gentle feel. "Not in my 300 years of hunting you two down in several Unendings has this happened before!! All you are is nothing but a miserable gag crying to death, but now… today, you've brought one of that to fight against one of us?!" Zackier shouted in pure excitement as he swung his arms spread, his eyes never leaving the masterpiece that's about to unfold. "Are you telling me that my presence already has Fate decided to give you that this early?! Already?! You have me curiously surprised!"
Nomoro kept his eyes wide and gaze on Zackier, as his entire right arm started to darken from hand to shoulder to half of his face, as what seems to be dark armor-like skin began to emerge and form out of Nomoro's arm and cover the entire said body part, with each edge of its armor generating purple flames. And so, half of his head started to transform as well; a long, singular horn emerged from the top of the head and a dark skull-like mask covered half of his face, and his eyes had turned violet in color. The transformation that Nomoro wields… is similar to that… of a demon.
"Prophelity, Hydroth Hell."
Trizha couldn't help but stare at the transformation Nomoro has taken into, speechless and shocked that he was alive all along. Zackier's eyes grew even wider in surprise at the appearance, now everything just makes sense. "Ah. So the rumors about you are true. You are a demon. That sums things up, no wonder you're hated; either because of what you did or what you are…" He then starts to approach Nomoro with ulterior intent. "But that's no different to me—I kill, I ruin, I leave a wake of despair. I am a demon in the face of charm while you are a human in the face of agony." He lifted his knife and assumed a deadly stance. "You and I… are not so different in category, but not so similar either. So why don't we settle this like gentlemen and ask this ourselves…" An aura of sinister power surrounded his body while dead beat staring at Nomoro like he not only wanted to shred him to shreds, but to re-feel what it feels like to fight against an alternative in power…
"Which one of us here…"
Meanwhile, Trizha stood up and stayed behind Nomoro. She knows the exit door has been locked because of Nomoro's impact, so she's trying to find new ways to exit the rooftop while being covered by Nomoro who is in charge of keeping Zackier on line. Nomoro on other hand, began to assume his own stance while keeping his eyes on Zackier, determination at peak.
"...Is the real Monster?!"
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The two demons are having a stare-off. One clenches their fists of determination, and one is gripping their blade of destruction. Both are not willing to back down, to back out, to run away. Right now… Is still now or never, but it's on them now. "I've been practising this for years to defend myself and others, now I'm gonna use it! I will go all out!!" Nomoro shouted deep within his mind, as purple flames erupted out of his demonic arm the moment he lifted it in front of his face with a focused look to strengthen his force of attack. "I know what he's thinking. I will do so as well, for the fun of the game, and for the miracle he brought to himself! I will go all out!!" Zackier thought to himself, raising his knife with pure killing intent.
He lunges, and so he did. They both do. Nomoro's demonic arm held back to bring momentum with him, and Zackier pointed his knife forward for a precise kill. One is screaming in determination, and one is screaming in destruction, and both are powered by their own abilities. To Nomoro, his demonic armor is made out of potassium fluoride, a type of salt that is used as an electrolyte replenisher, in the treatment of hypokalemia, in buffer solutions, and in fertilizers and explosives. And by explosives, it is a salt that can erupt flames by friction. His flames are already messy, but when he launched forth, he created friction in his arm that caused the armor to generate even messier purple flames that covered his entire arm. This flame, with the power of the Prophelity, enhances Nomoro's overall power output to a maximum.
And to Zackier, he reactivates his Alterlity, and at the same time, Reverse Causality. It is the incorrect direction and the reversal between two different variables of Alterlity: its original description and the cause-and-effect of its existing techniques. Within these two variables, the user can decide which variable to reverse its causality, allowing the user to possibly gain a new description but in exchange of losing the opposite/previous description. Here, Zackier chooses to reverse the First Variable, Original Description—from being able to store and exchange the emotions of others, he stores and exchanges his very own.
And with the reversed variable, he brings his current motions into store and exchanges it all with new ones; the feel of the near-death experience, the fight-or-flight response. He experiences fear, panic, desperation, and the will to survive. Those emotions caused his heart to burst and beat faster than usual, triggering a cascade of physiological changes that prepared his body to either confront a threat or escape from it. An adrenaline mode that brings the maximum of a human body is capable of.
Both are on each one, one runs with more strength, one runs with more speed. It is unclear who gets to clear the clash. But one thing is certain… only one being stands above.
Nomoro, with the powered arm, rushed even faster towards the enemy, before suddenly stopping in his tracks under one foot to cause a recoil within the momentum, bringing his demonic fist facing front, and finally unleashing a devastating launch of his demon arm towards the non-stop running Zackier, screaming at the top of his lungs as he does so. And the fist… landed on the floor beneath them, effectively destroying the ground floor beneath the two in one hit, creating a destruction that no one could comprehend easily.
But that wasn't all… the force of the attack created shockwaves that has spread all across the Prom tower, shattering all the glass that attached within the walls, trembling the building into near-destruction with everyone in it, showering debris out, risking the lives of those who wanted nothing but the fun of the dance, releasing the screams of confusion and instant fear and panic from a sudden cause-of-events, all because of the punch that Nomoro was supposed to deliver… has been redirected to hit the ground instead of the enemy itself. And now that enemy is hovering through the empty sky but clouds of midnight light, stars shine from behind, with both arms spread wide, and red-shattering eyes that look down on the human that wore the devil, standing above.
"All that, just to smash the ground. How childish of you, the ground is not something to play, now you're risking the lives of others."
Zackier said to both himself and Nomoro, whose demonic arm is stuck in the broken floor, and looking up to the person in the sky with a look of fear and humbleness. "Your kidding… he jumped across my arm and leaped against it to force my arm to go downward and hit the ground instead. He was moving so fast, so that's all I could think of what he did! Now everyone's at stake!" Nomoro says, feeling nervous about Zackier. For a moment, he thought that he was now on equal terms with Zackier, but truth to be told… Zackier has always been way further.
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In the midst of the fight, Trizha stood at the edge of the rooftop with the iron pipe still in her hands. She has watched the entire fight unfold before her, and yet, she couldn't do anything but tremble nervously as she watched Nomoro lose effortlessly against Zackier. "I thought that whatever transformation he became would mean that we would win, but nevermind! Zack is a freaking monster!! Just how was he able to move that fast, let alone be able to keep redirect attacks. Gosh, I can't read him… what do I do?!" She thought to herself, her eyes glance left and right, trying to figure out how to deal with a fantasy-related situation. She has watched a lot of movies, yes. But she is never the type to memorise and take notes of patterns Like Iz#ku M#dor#ya!
Suddenly, a thought came to mind with a glint of her eye "Oh yeah, I should still have my phone with me!" she immediately went to her elegant and beautiful now-dirty white dress's pockets to bring out her phone. But of course, she's not going to take a video of the entire thing, I mean who does that? Anyways, the phone is broken. "What?! Since when did my phone break?!" In that situation, there are two possibilities; either it broke while she was being dragged here, or Zackier broke it on purpose to prevent her from calling 911 or anyone in particular that's capable of helping her through technology means.
She then just hurls her phone away, annoyed and frustrated that her phone is currently labelled useless at the moment. Though she recklessly did it without a thought, as she remembered that her phone still contained hidden information that she hid there. She should've thrown that away and broke it any further, she thought. But it's too late anyways. She shakes her head deliberately, before rewatching the fight in front, watching how Nomoro is engaging hand-to-hand with Zackier, mostly delivering all-out swings and punches while using momentum to guide his trajectory while Zackier keeps dodging and delivering high-speed slashes in logical ways possible and Nomoro is healing from those slashes mid-fight. She realized to herself; "Nope, I see no opening to join in and help Nomoro at all."
She sighed in disappointment for herself, knowing that she's unable to help Nomoro in the fight because she's not battle-smart enough to figure out how to enter the fight and let alone go toe-to-toe with Zackier, not environmental-smart either to figure out how to help in the back lines or call for help. There's no emergency stuff like a flare gun or torch of some sort around the area… All she is, is just a high-school girl going through post-depression and redemption. And Zackier and Nomoro are just at a caliber she never knew existed. She grips her iron pipe tighter, gritting her teeth in desperation, begging her average-IQ of a mind to start cooking ideas. "Come on, come on! Think, Trizha. Think! Help Nomoro, o-or Narasao, in this absurd situation I caught myself in!!"
She keeps herself on watch, her eyes trying to follow the movements of the fighters. After just a second, she sighed yet again in disappointment—no idea came into her anymore. She is just so mind-stuck that nothing comes to mind to make plans on how to deal with a situation as absurd as this. She lowered her iron pipe, a look of vulnerability forms around her face. She hears as they clash, and she imagined that she'd be part of that clash, but she's just not fast enough, not even strong enough, and not even skilled enough to do so. The exit door is still left locked, her phone is destroyed, and all she can do is nothing but stand there and hope that Nomoro wins.
She made a promise just moments ago—to never leave Nomoro and help him after. Right now, she just left Nomoro to deal with the rest, fighting Zackier alone without her help. She can't help but stand there helplessly. She has no super power to help. Heck, what can a super power do to an enemy who thinks outside of the box, let alone logic? That's right. It's hopeless. "It's hopeless… I can't help…" she muttered to herself, as she lowered her iron pipe so long it barely touched her, as its tip hit the ground that made a slight sound that made Trizha notice. She lifted her head down and stared at the iron pipe, and suddenly, an idea finally came to mind.
Determination filled her up, as she once again lifted her iron pipe in front and looked at the fight between two demons yet again. "That's right, I have no power, no strength, no idea, no nothing, except this pipe I picked up just moments ago…" she took a step forward, gripping the iron pipe, and bit her lip. "But, that's all I can do. And that's all I can do, it's all I can offer in this battle, for him. For both of us." She made another step, and then another, and another, until she began to run towards the fight and enter with reckless abandon, screaming at the tip of her lungs to remind the two that she will be here.
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Nomoro screamed as well, launching a demonic punch at Zackier which misses by air by dashing around and stopping behind, as Nomoro then remerges the demon parts of his body from the right side to the left side of his body, allowing to deliver attacks from the other side. "Keep doing it, that's right! Move more fluidly, change the positions of your demon part, make yourself less predictable!" Nomoro thought to himself, swinging his demonic arms around where Zackier was likely to appear. "Make him struggle, do it, hit him!" He keeps saying those words to himself to motivate his well-being after being humbled multiple times right now. He kept losing to Zackier, either because he's weak or Zackier is just on another level. Many times he has to stay on defence because of him. The way he fights is just too logical, almost as if he uses the obvious to win. It's hard to read and comprehend this man, and his movement speed makes it all the more harder.
"This guy is too fast, I'm struggling so much! He's supposed to struggle, not me! How do I defeat this man?!" Nomoro thought to himself, frustrated that nothing was working either. Zackier just keeps grinning, and he's not entirely taking this fight seriously. He's playing with Nomoro.
Suddenly, he heard screaming, and it's coming closer and closer. He immediately glanced around to look, before finally noticing Trizha rushing towards the fight with a determined look. He was then pushed away by Zackier, who then turned to Trizha with an unbothered look. He froze for a second, and suddenly, he felt something coming…
His eyes grew wide in panic, and immediately turned to Trizha in desperation and shouted loudly. "Trizha no, stop!! Don't come any closer! Get away!!!" Because of the panicked shout, Trizha instantly stopped in her tracks and nervously looked at Nomoro in confusion. "wh-what!? What is it?" And before she knew it, numerous small emoplotion spheres appeared around her out of nowhere, catching her off guard. Nomoro grew more in panic as he immediately rushed towards Trizha to save her…
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"You know what I hate most…? It is the intervention of my very own fate. This is why I hate desperate audiences."
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Zackier said coldly, before muttering; "Reverse Casuality… Second Variable."
The second variable is the cause-and-effect of an Alterlity's existing techniques. Of course, it is a variable that only works if the said Alterlity has an existing technique. Emoplotion is the technique of Lovestruck, and how it works is simply the amalgamation of ten emotions that forms the technique into unleashing the concept of struck into existence. In reverse of its cause an effect, emoplotion struck concept is formed from existence to non-existence instead, allowing Zackier to plant invisible emoplotions and decide when to detonate, as well as performing it instantaneously.
"On my way here, I exchanged the emotions of 17 soldiers, 62 of the Yuri's men, 124 students, and then you two, leaving me a total of 203 emotions exchanged and 20 uses of emoplotions. I used one emoplotion and nine more for this second variable, leaving me only 10 left…"
Zackier said to himself, looking at the sight that's about to unfold; Trizha about to be exploded to death, and Nomoro, or Narasao, trying his best to save the poor girl in distress. He grins widely, laughing to himself and the lack of mercy he gives these two. "I say again… what does this make of you, the two of you… your 23rd deaths?" And so, he snapped his fingers, and the invisible emoplotions… exploded and destroyed Trizha Frantzes.
Nomoro was only just a few steps to save her, before the impact of the explosion pushed him away. He stared as Trizha's body burns into the flames of purgatory, as she becomes one with dust. He was devastated, he got late. If only he was just closer…
""Oh don't worry, you'll be joining her" is what every antagonist would say after the protagonist ends up witnessing the death of the one they love. It's a stupid line that ends up getting wronged after, so I won't be saying it to avoid bad luck." Zackier said in a casual manner, walking towards Nomoro slowly with a smirk in his face as he watched Nomoro fall to his knees. "Instead, I'll just say… Why care too much when you only talked with her for a few days? Men like you truly are despicable in terms of attachment." He says, as he stops in front of Nomoro. What he sees is a grieving demon, but that demon is falling apart.
Zackier stayed silent for a few moments, before asking "You don't happen to be that Major Threat named 'Kat' from 300 years ago, are you? You two have very similar abilities, heck, dangerously similar. Just by looking at you… you're already making me sick, making me nervous that I should just kill you already if it means avoiding the possibility of a new Major Threat." He says, as he rubs the back of his head using his hand…
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…before suddenly getting punched by Nomoro's demonic punch before he realized it.
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The punch was so strong that it sent Zackier flying far within the rooftop, landing on his feet as he staggered slightly. He slowly lifted his head, and then his arm, slowly brushing off the blood that dripped out of his nose. He looked down to his hand and noticed a fresh blood that belonged to him, and he grinned. But this time, he felt even more nervous. "Gosh… I might have come too late, am I? You have already put that thing at hand, what do you call it? …That's right, its…" He said as he lifted his gaze, turning back on Nomoro, who was standing with a trembling body, and iris-less eyes with an aggressive, predator-like demeanor masking his true self. His demon side is indeed crumbling, and so is his entire emotional stability after witnessing the death of the person Zackier stated was his "love". And because of that, his Prophelity began to take over instead, which is called…
"...Prophecy Auto-Defence Mode."
Nomoro, in his Prophecy Auto-Defence Mode, roared loudly like an actual demon, a sound as loud as a dinosaur, and an increase of power like no other. By instinct, Nomoro has always thrown his punches with the best he can—and this is the very source of that instinct. And that instinct brings out… "...the best of his strength, amplified through rage and hatred. You could destroy an entire island with one punch with the fire potassium amplifier." Zackier muttered with curiosity, as he began to approach the raging demon, clenching one of his fists while the other gripped his knife. "And that is why I should end your life as soon as possible. I wouldn't want another potential Major Threat to roam the universe without knowledge." He then raised his knife and licked its blade. "I'm going all out. Endure while you can, demon of nine years ago."
And with that, the Raging out-of-mind Nomoro roared louder and louder by the second as he began to rush towards Zackier with only the intent to kill to defend. As he gets closer at devastating speed, he holds his demonic arm back, and swings with all he's got with a scream… as he successfully made his toy warrior man punch the toy zombie man in one hit and the toy is sent blasting away. He extended his little arm and reached out with his little hand, grabbing the toy zombie back to his thighs to continue playing with it with a soft happy smile on his face.
The cast of sunlight hits the back of his head as it sneaks in by the room's window, his short hair glows like horizons of a gleaming mountain. For once, he was at peace, or he used to be. Everyday. He mumbles a few unintelligible words, having fun to himself with the two toys his mother brought him a few days ago.
"Narasao, let's go take a shower. You'll be late for school!" His mother said softly with a smile on her face as she looked down and watched him play and stopped to look at her with excitement. He giggled and stood up to his feet, and ran to his mother for a warm and lovely hug. Narasao Tarosono is.