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>> LUKAS SKARLAGEN & LUNA PORTA
CHAPTER 02 VOLUME 01.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination, or are used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEAR OF DEAR, YOU WHO ARE SO UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO MEET ME. BE PAMPERED BY UNEDIFYING BLUNDERS BY ME. FOR THE REASON WHY I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS WITHOUT CERTAINTY FOR YOU. WOULD YOU KIND ENOUGH TO ANSWER IT FOR ME? WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HAVE GOTTEN THE SECOND CHANCE TO HAVE YOUR LIFE BACK TO YOU? WHAT WOULD YOU POSSIBLY DO IF YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO DO THAT? WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HAVE ALREADY GOTTEN THAT OPPORTUNITY? WOULD YOU WASTE IT AWAY? OR WOULD YOU USE IT AND GET WHATEVER YOU CAN TO HAVE YOUR LIFE BACK? WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THE KING OF TIME GAVE YOU THE SECOND CHANCE, IN EXCHANGE FOR ANOTHER TORTURE IN THE EARTH? WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WILL DIE ONCE MORE? WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU SUCCEED? THERE ARE TOO MANY QUESTIONS. THERE ARE TOO MANY DOUBTS AND ANXIETIES. THERE IS TOO LITTLE TIME TO REPLY. AND THERE ARE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO. ISN'T IT … TIETA?
The big black wolves had eaten millions of characters.
“The big black wolves are bad,” said a child. “They are eating our dream,” said another.
The big black wolves are everywhere, and they won't stop, till every single characters died, ripped apart, to conquest their mundane thirst, and unknown purpose.
But one day, there are four shining knights, who put their lives in the line, to kill the wolves.
But everyone didn't know them.
Nobody knew them.
Why? Why? Why? Because they are the knights who had plunged into the deepest abyss.
Who are invisible. With mysterious past
And of unknown desire.
A sound of sharp roaring voice was visibly heard from the cold, lonely alley, back from the crowded street, revealing the sound of a metallic vessel being pulled out from a lumpy bloodstained flesh and the sound of moans and sighs also found in the middle of the large roar afterward. The sigh was from a man, and the moan was from a woman, none irritating, but able to cut pierce the silence for mere moment. Within the dark, it was still visible to see the fact that the rotten flesh was from of a huge dog, with a scent of blood and wrath inside of its remorseful body. The flesh which full of holes and cuts, then turned into shining golden ash. There the metallic vessel which took away the life of the flesh was pushed down to its black leather sheath. As the flesh deformed slowly into thin ash which flew up in the air, the other fleshes behind of it did exactly the same as the latest flesh did. Then, nothing was found anymore, until something fell down
from the sky and be caught by the hand of a muscular man. The very thing that fell down rapidly from the sky was a pendulum, a shining purple pendulum which suddenly shining more brightly in the middle of the night, in the silent deserted block with no one else around. Silence was creeping out everywhere, and there were no sign of anything alive, except there were two silhouettes that were shown from the dim streets light back in the corner, and from there, the pendulum was shining a lot more and more. Until it shone dimmer and no more lights were shown. While keeping its glamour by shining its light, it also produced a sound—a feminine sound coming from the very core of the pendulum. Where the pendulum’s spectrum shown red maroon, as if it the color was radiating a certain warm to its surrounding, it then reduced to gray light. Everything went a tad more silent and grimmer, thus the pressure of the atmosphere was seemingly increased as the voice spoke more and more words— I don’t reckon any of this metallic scent on my body. I don’t recognize such thing, such foreign thing. My body feels very numb, nothing really matters anymore. My vision had already darkened, nothing really matters anymore.
There the words stopped for seconds. Statics were heard —and there the voice started to speak once more. The silhouettes remained in silent, as if they were watching something incredibly important, and interesting, in addition. The feel of metallic blade that snuck deeply inside of my slowly beating heart, had already made me feel empty; full of regret and deceit. Then I can’t feel the oxygen flowing inside of my body. No breath, no, no more. Memories of everything had already been planted in my outer vision. Something is wrong. Everything is wrong. Bruises around my naked body—shown nothing but guilty. The dogs which had ripped apart pieces of my skin, continued to rip them apart—as if they were hungry from the very start. Spasms, and then more spasms. The time feels like it’s going to stop—and everything will disappear forever. My body is starting to shake hard—but it couldn’t. I couldn’t move my hands. My body is cold. So cold. But something is pulling me out, before everything enveloped me in eternal darkness. A light pulls me out, and something heavy is crushing my body. What are you doing?
I am killed already. Don’t you hear that my heart stop beating? H-Hey! Let me go! W—HOOO—A—R—YOU—ZZZ There the statics produced a rough end—to which a manly voice swaggered slowly while trying to not annoy another. Then the pendulum shone purple, as if it was dying out, and afterward—the manly voice started talking, cutting through the eerie atmosphere around the cold concrete alley. “So that’s how you were dying,” shrugged the man with a muscular body, who was standing in the corner, with a sly smile in his expression. The scarf which enveloped his neck was painted with ivory, and the attire he was wearing shown his wise entrepreneurship. In the other hands, the girl who wore a long coat razzed at him and walked away to the other side, “Who in the world would know that the he could make that record? And don’t hear it anymore please, I’m very embarrassed,” said she while she was trying to be not rude toward the older man. Oh how hopefully she wished that he wasn't any older than her. The man whose hair was as blimey as the sparkling platina flipped the darkened pendulum from his left hand
smirked, and there he said with a harsh—and then harsher tone, “I do wonder why he would like to make such surprises as this. It’s quite surprising enough for me though,” after the second flip that made the pendulum flied up in the air—in seconds, it slowly turned out as a bundle of speckled ash, and to nothing more. “I couldn’t think up any other reason while he just used the record of my prior-death for fun though,” she said with a feminine voice as her hand touched the air—as if she was touching the long-gone ash, “It’s quite rude of him, and there I foolishly expected him to be more godly.” She huffed, and he scoffed. “Well, just think of it as a gift from him to me since I have slain much more of them than you,” the man slowly put his hands inside his coat’s pockets and there his smile fade. He roughened his albino hair, and closed his eyes. “Does that mean I could also get to see yours if I slay more than you?” “Try me,” said he, and there he opened his obsidian eyes once more, revealing his soft red lips being pulled up a bit, creating a cold but devious smirk. But for all that she care about, it turned back the way it was in a split second. What a waste. She thought.
She shrugged while she crossed the both of her hands in front of her chest, baring the annoyance behind her chuckles, “Thanks for that, Lukas.” The man whose lips gestured to form words, ‘No problem.’ walked away to her side as they were out walking from the cold alley—to meet a street full of lights and be greeted by the honk of noisy floating cars. The thought of the girl about the older man beside of her froze her up, wondering why she could stick with him since then. Lukas Skarlagen, she remembered the name. We met in the middle of a night, with a very oldman was greeting us as a messenger of a cumbersome news. Thought the girl, while closing her eyes, and let Lukas led the way in the middle of the crowded concrete road. The girl tried to initiate a conversation between the both of them while they were walking side to side on the concrete sidewalk. She had a piece of her mind as they were walking down along the street after they went out from the cold alley they were originally from. She brainstormed her mind, and a single question made her realized that they weren’t that close enough to share each other’s personal information, moreover secrets.
After all, they had just met some time ago, and they had only known each other’s name, each other’s physical appearance, and official information—and damn the King for he had already known her prior-death, while she did not know about his. In conclusion, their relationship was nothing special and whatsoever. It extended to be just something mundane like a beneficial relationship. After all, they were bound in a contract, and they had to fulfill it. They were forced to, and they had no other elligible options left in their path. But for whatever things that may existed in this world, they needed to keep the pact between the both of them—and a third party, which was the most superior, if to compare with them all—before they would certainly die for sure, in the relentless death and despair, of agony and disappointment—and of eternal paradox. However, it was of no matter, and she decided that her pitiful thinking would not give her a chance to go on. After all, it was just a silly contract, and it was only death they were talking about. She was trying to get a bigger catch—view a bigger frame, than thinking about how she could break the contract and die in a relentless death, of course.
“I still don’t get it,” she whispered unconsciously, as her head was looking down to the road. Her left hand was still remained in her coat’s warm pocket. The man walked still, and no reply came through his mouth. There the girl continued with less contented as ever, while light puffs of warm carbon dioxide formed in the air of low temperature from their own mouth. “My name is Luna. I am from Portugal. I was 16 years old. I was actually going to die, but I haven’t died yet. Logically, I wasn’t valid in this world any longer,” she hissed, with no intention of being annoyed and whatsoever, “You are Lukas. You are from Norway. You were 22 years old. You were actually going to die, but you haven’t died yet. Logically, you weren’t valid in this world any longer. And for the damned love of our king of time, you had known a piece of secret about me. Our condition was exactly the same, but not all.” She looked at him, and he looked at her with a slight interest and hidden curiosity. He wondered why she was saying that so suddenly. And she wondered why he was looking at her. There were too much questions with too few data to form the answers. But there was one that could be a fact-to-be conjecture: they were trying to untie the mystery that had become a puppeteer of the world, just for the sake of mere curiosity.
“What are you trying to imply?” he whispered back, while still keeping a pair of guarding obsidian eyes, which were immensely scanning their surrounding, keeping a still ground as they were walking. “I still don’t get why we are still in this world, and paired up together even.” “The King of Time. Remember?” “I knew about that oldman,” said she, “That’s what makes this seemed so not logical, it still obscured me.” The point of her conjecture was taken by the man, particularly. This was defying the logical thinking of mere humans. It left them with three options. Whether the logic was twisted and they were wrong, or they were just in crossover dream with each other or rather, other beings with supernatural power were involved in their time of death. But for now, they were holding on to the latter option. Everything was still a blur, however; he didn’t dare to take more than one step to those baseless theories alone. Conjectures were confusing, so the way to learn the truth. Before one understands everything, he needs to know nothing, so he would know what it tasted like to know everything.
Before she continued what she was trying to say, suddenly, a sharp jolt came through her spine. It made her uncomfortable and felt ludicrous. She craned her neck enough to see whatever that lies surrounding him and her. Lukas that paid attention for her sudden jolt had known immediately from her reaction. “Lukas, hey,” as Luna grabbed Lukas’s coat rather crudely, she then whispered, “They are following us.” “Those?” The silly question traveled to the tip of his tongue, but he soon held it back. It would simply make the situation awry. But the girl knew right away about what he was going to do. “Moreover, the boss is here,” said she as she flicked her golden brown hair, “A big, black boss, I feel.” “As planned,” the both of them unconsciously said. Her smile gradually fading—and there the remorse of her sharp eyes were shown. She pulled out a knife from the sheath, and in a single moment, the man pulled the girl’s hand and ran through the road that was full of people, ranged from old to young, from the lush-looking people to rich ones. Both Lukas and Luna were in a mortal danger—they knew they were, but that wasn’t going to stop them from
running, and that wasn’t going to stop the normal humans to just complain about their foolish rush. They were running to a place where no other humans could interfere with the both of them. Where valid humans who logically still lived wouldn’t get hurt by the affair they were having soon. They ran through the puddles on the road, ran and ran as if they were going to die for the second time if they stopped. The roaring sound of barks behind of them weren’t enough to terrify them. They were faintly heard just now, after they had successfully run from the main road. The man remained calm and cold, while the girl was readying her small knife. Afterward, the man released the grasp of her hand, and Luna found herself already slashing the bloody hell out of those hounds, making some time for Lukas to ready his sword.
She slashed swiftly with two of her knives. She stabbed once very deeply into the very heart of the hound beside of her, and she pulled it out to make it as a shield to dodge before the hound in front of her was trying to bite her head. She had successfully dodged it with a rhythmic pace, and there she stabbed the attacking hound’s neck with another knife, taking full of her opportunities. Resulting a successfully made pool of blood to be found behind of her. The blood which was spilled from the vena and arteries also stained Luna’s gracious linen clothes and her silken hair, although the smelly guts and blood were taking their shelter on her, she didn’t seem to care so much, for she was fully concentrating to the foes in front of her. Luna had already slashed four of them, and then a sound of a sword that seemingly cutting the air was found behind of her. She quickly jumped back, instinctively drawing herself to the larger figure behind of her, and there she baffled after seeing the stink and the leftover guts and blood on her clothes, “I swear I will take a good long bath after this is done.”
The albino man which protected her back tilted his head and thrusting the giant sword toward the group of hounds. The group consisted of around 10 hounds, and Luna had killed four. “Six hounds versus four hounds. I wondered which gift the King will give to me after I’ve done cutting everything.” “Hey, that is unfair. I’ll win the other six!” she hissed, and there she started to run toward the hounds, leaving the previous spot she was to take a break from the fighting. While Luna was cutting through the hounds, he replied, “But I’ve already defeated three. So what would you do?” The man grinned as the girl smiled in sarcastic manner, as if he was enjoying his little dance with his sword. “Don’t boast yourself too much, old man. There are way too many open holes for me to get into.” She slaughtered another, “And to add more of the counts so it could be fairer for me.” But he also slashed another, "But there is nothing fair in this world." As Luna was talking with him to try to enjoy the fight and avoiding the scent of irking limp of fleshes and metallic blood, she threw a large knife with her right hand toward
the incoming hound from the other side of the alley, “That is six.” He cut the hound in front of him into two, and then he swiftly rotated his sword and killed the remaining hounds in one blast. His shining sword which was stained by the wrenched blood was large enough to destroy everything. Everyone would have to agree with that, since the sword was gigantic to begin with. Giant monsters might stand with a chance against the both of them. However, these lesser hounds wouldn’t. The man exhaled as he pulled the large sword of his and sheath it to the large scabbard on the side way of the alley. He said monotonously, “That is five. You only killed five since the last one was only reinforcement.” "Hmph, it ended up with an equal score? This may be an unfunny joke indeed." The girl knelt down and touched the flesh that had disappeared into golden ashes and thin air, and there she wondered about what these creatures are. She found herself another brainstorming moment, leaving the man behind in relentless ocean of thoughts.
“These are the works of those inEquilibriums that he was talking about, yeah?” she silently whispered, “Did we have to kill these dogs since they were infected by them?” “They were killed when inEquilibriums had grown inside of them. We had killed whatever disease that might spread, Luna. There is no use to regret it,” he sighed. “I did not mean to regret the action, but I didn’t understand how this works. How inEquilibriums works.” “Me neither. But that is what Time wants us to do.” The both of them knew the line they shared together, they knew too perfectly. That is to be a knight with white horses which would banish the evil monsters from the world! At least, that was what he said. “But Time knew, yet he remained discreet,” she said as she tried to stand up, “That is the reason why I hated gods. They are selfish, and again, discreet.” “That is funny.” “I know it is. I have never even believed in a god before. And there I was talking about how the gods are being selfish.”
He nodded as he pulled the girl’s hand to help her to get up, the girl with the brown looking untidy hair was smiling and said, “Thank you.” The two of them agreed that that was the first time they could agree with each other. They had a bittersweet smile marked in their expressions. They gave the sign of being hurt, and they wouldn’t want to have it again—by trusting this god. "In any case, we need to find the boss. I sensed he was near this alley," said she. "Just keep both of the eyes open then," replied Lukas smugly. The man walked down to the other side of the alley, before Luna saw a piece of paper was flying down from the sky. She jumped to reach for it, and then she read what it said. “Plaeno Street no. 34, Room 304. Meet me there, and I shall have a good discussion with the both of you. I swear I won’t do banters for Lukas since he dislikes it. Oh, one more thing ... Don't forget to look behind you! ;9 Lovingly yours, Time. ”
At once, they both guard their backs and Lukas turned his back to look at the dark alley. And suddenly, Luna felt another jolt came through her skin. "It's here!" Luna whispered softly to Lukas as she pointed her finger to the other side of Lukas. The both of them saw a tiny shadow appeared from the end of the alley. They couldn't see its facial feature and the specifics. But they knew, it was the boss who controlled the seeds in this block. But it was chasing something, and it ran to another alley. The both of them pursued the target as fast as their legs could bring them. Then the both of them met two figures. One without legs and one was bloodstained. The bloodstained one curled like a ball, quivering like an insane human would do.
"Count with me. And I will meet you thee. There you plea, but I will kill you three,” said the monster with a terrifying remark, as the pitch black body was rotating like a parasol, dancing with an attire full of stench of death and sickening eyes. “You are as good as dead,” scoffed Luna while holding the both of her knives, while walking toward the monster, before being stopped by Lukas's deathly grip. “What in the hell are you doing?” Lukas grimly said, as he glared at her obsidian eyes. “You asked ME what am I doing. We are here to obliterate that damn monster, of course!” “Look behind,” he warily pointed his finger, and Luna followed the trail, sniggering at her thought. The monster was devolving into the girl behind of its body, and no one found the monster again—but it swelled down into the girl's tiny body. And then she stood up. Her movement was odd, and she looked like a girl with no sane mind. The girl was the very example that inEquilibrium could form mere human to a doll. Her body slowly devoured into pitch black, consuming every single cell that might live inside of her dying body.
The Asian girl might not be alive, and the seed of inEquilibrium had already been planted inside of her petite body. “Damn you Lukas, we lost a girl!” Luna shouted as she lunged forward to the girl who had turned into a ferocious monster. She stopped in her way, and see a girl with a very similar face to someone she knew. “Oh my goodness,” she gasped in fear.Before Lukas arrived in front of the monster, the girl with pitch-black heart slashed Luna with her renowned claws. Leaving blood pools and stream from Luna's chest.
Luna didn't scream. Lukas didn't flinch. The pitch-black girl was screaming like a psychopath.
Who had lost its sight.
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