"You are alright, Masayoshi?" Yuri asked as he reached his hand down to help him up. Nodding as he accepted the hand, Masayoshi dusted himself off. His head hurt like hell.

"My head hurts, like hell, but I'm alive." He turned around to face the direction that Wrath had been blasted towards. There was a large, gaping, smoking crater in the wall, where Wrath probably lay. "Thanks for the save."

"It was nothing. I should have gotten here sooner." Yuri seemed to be internally beating himself up for something. What it was, Masayoshi could easily guess.

"Suijin was just here. She went outside to go help with things out there."

Yuri nodded, slightly relieved. Of course, his worries would never be able to be completely relieved, because of the situation at hand, but a little went a long way, as they say.

"Well then, I have to congratulate you. You've been holding your own against this...monster for a quite a bit, haven't you?" Yuri patted Masayoshi on the back, who stiffened a bit.

"Doesn't change the fact that he would've killed me there had you not intervened. I made a foolish mistake." Masayoshi cracked his knuckles, before rolling his head around a bit, to check if he had a full range of motion. His vision was still a bit blurry, however it wasn't something that would pose to much of a problem. Especially since he had an ally with him this time.

"You still managed to hold out long enough for reinforcements to arrive. Against an opponent of this caliber as well, that's all that really matters." Yuri looked at the smoking crater, where a figure could be seen hauling themselves out from. Yuri picked up a small stone on the ground, before reaching his hand out, and then his gun suddenly appeared in his hand.

Masayoshi turned his gaze to Yuri for a brief moment. "What about you, where did you come from?"

"I had just come from the arena when I heard the massive explosion." Yuri began to take a look at his weapons as he explained his side of the situation. "I rushed back as quickly as I could, on my may I noticed that my radio had gone missing. Just out of nowhere. Completely vanished. and that's when I met up with [The Prince]. After which, we joined up with Hikaru, who explained that their where two attackers currently in the building. She said that R-Raiden was handling one."

Masayoshi did not miss the hesitation in his voice as he said Raiden's name.

"And that you and Suijin were down here handling Wrath. Thats why I decided to come rushing down here."

And the fact that he didn't want to deal with Raiden. Masayoshi thought that to himself.

"And you didn't hear much about anything going on outside, did you?"

Yuri shook his head, the frustration clear.

Masayoshi was just as frustrated. What was the purpose behind these attacks? What was the goal? Yuri mentioned another attacker in the building, so how many people deep was this operation?

"Were just way to in the dark. That, and all our comms have been cut out. Like they slashed off our eyes and ears." Masayoshi made a gruesome analogy, for an equally gruesome situation.

"Do you want me to explain what's going on!" Wrath shouted, as he stepped out of the smoke, his face still concealed.

Yuri and Masayoshi both stiffened, as they turned to face the direction of their opponent.

"Its simple. This attack, it was born out of a mutual agreement. Somebody had a goal, a vision, to achieve justice."

Masayoshi narrowed his eyes at that statement. This guy, is going to preach about justice?

"However, they were just a bit short-staffed, they needed a little more, a bit more manpower. And that was where we came in. SHE, the witch, our savior, she had a goal. Something she wanted to achieve.

"So, we stepped in, helped out. Mutually beneficial agreement. That being me and all the ones she saved."

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Wrath swung his arms out wide, as he reached a crescendo in his words. "This siege is the first step, the lightning of the coals. Soon, these sparks will ignite, into the flames of revolution!"

Stepping completely out of the smoke, Wrath's full figure was revealed. He was smiling, and his eyepatch had fallen off. In its place, was a mass of red squirming flesh, that was disgusting to look at. It glowed brightly.

He winked at them with his one good eye.

"Was that alright, Prometheus?"

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The men in python tattoos had completely surrounded the school. As soon as the first had appeared, the school immediately went into lockdown procedure, with terrified children huddling in dark corners of dark rooms, trying to escape the dark fate that awaited them just outside.

However, these were no ordinary terrorist. No, the men with the Python tattoos were more than that. They objective required more than just the run of the mill methods to be carried out. In order to completely ignite the flames of revolution, they needed fuel. And a spark. And this would serve that purpose perfectly.

The school was a fairly tall structure, and it was large. It had an entire football, track, volleyball, and basketball sections.

It was also created to withstand terrorist attacks. Specifically, terrorist attacks that came from magicians. Once the Muerte Oscuras had unleashed its wrath upon the world, a multitude of other death machines were created from mana. After the tragedy brough upon the world from that weapon, governments were quick to act, developing material that would be able to withstand these things.

However, despite this fact, it did not stop those in python tattoos.

Inside of a classroom, elementary school children were huddled up in the corner, next to their teacher, who was doing her best to calm them.

"Shhhh. Shhhh. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. You're all going to be fine. Its going to be fin-"

At that moment, gunshots could be heard and screams quickly followed.

Flinching, the teacher turned her head to the ground and began to sob. "Why. Why."

"CRASHH!

The door to the classroom was kicked upon with insane force, lodging itself into the opposite wall. Everyone froze, unable to move anything except their eyes.

In from the door, walked a man. He was tall, so much so that he had to slightly duck to get into the doorway. He had long blonde hair, and storm gray eyes. He was dressed in a long flowing red coat, that resembled the cape a king would wear. His hair was messy and dishelved, but it resembled a crown. He walked with a royal aura about him.

And when he turned to face the children, he had a smile on his face.

"If there was one word to escribe what you al must be feeling right now, its fear. And understandably so. I mean, a bunch of people that the authorities are calling terrorist have broken into your school. Your scared. Your understandably scared." The man's smile did not leave his face as he slowly began to approach the kids. Still, no one moved.

They didn't dare move.

"However, it's not like that at all. Terrorist is not a fitting name. No, we are the leaders of revolution." He stopped just a few feet away from the children.

"Magicians took this world from us. They developed weapons of death, they themselves are weapons of death and destruction, that force you all to live in fear every day. We are here to end that."

Silence.

All that could be heard was labored breathing.

The man approached a small little girl, who was trying to stifle sobs. He reached out a hand. She shrunk back, but his hand grabbed hers, quickly, with a tight grip.

Like a python.

He forced her to look him in the eyes. The storm gray eyes without a hint of a smile in them.

"All around the world, attacks are being launched. On magic academies. On schools. Malls. Homes. All of it. Its all in an attempt to bring down this society of magicians. To take back what was stolen. These events, there all small sparks in our mission. Once all of them are combined, they will ignite. And our revolution will truly begin."

There was a dreamy look in his eyes, as if he wasn't really here. Like he was intertwined in a fantasy, and was living it out. His grip on the girl was tightening, constricting around her neck. However, he was too caught up in his own fantasy to notice. Her sputtering. Her choking.

Her dying.

When he returned dot reality. her limp body was in his hands. Her dead eyes stared back at him. However, he continued to speak, as if he was talking to an alive person.

Instead of the dead body of a 5-year-old girl.

"Doesn't that sound great? Doesn't that sound perfect. It's all we could wish for, right?" His voice was increasing in fervor as he spoke to the corpse.

"Prometheus. The police are almost here. We have to hurry."

"Well, that's our sign to go." Prometheus let go of the little girl's corpse, letting the limp body fall in front of all of the children. They all looked on in horror, suppressing screams.

"But to achieve that perfect world. We need sparks." Prometheus looked back at them and smiled. This time it was sinister. Full of malice, delusion, and grandeur.

"And you all, will serve the role of sparks."

With a snap of his fingers, he set them all on fire.

The smell of burning flesh filled the hall of the school.

The screams of those damned to suffering filled the halls.

And Prometheus walked those halls, filled with the hellish sounds of suffering, gleefully.

His hands thrown out wide, and a smile on his face.

"Beautiful! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! All of your cheers! Your support! It all won't be forgotten! Thank you! My subjects!"

He shouted out, as he skipped through a hall filled with screams.

Just behind him, the burning corpses of children and teachers crawled, trying to escape hell.