Kaladon sat on rubble cleaning an ornate shortsword covered in blood and there sat this doll. It sort of looks like Melissa upon closer look, one giant splitting image of her. He is wearing a baggy linen shirt and black pants.
“Melissa! What the fuck did you do? Kaladon, answer my question!” Vidar snaps, pushing himself forward with all of his anger fueled might. The chains had to tighten in order to prevent Tacticun from tearing Vlaxon limbs off.
“Do you ever be quiet inside a building or just no manners,” he smugly replies. Glancing at the doll before kicking it off the floor and throws his short sword, impaling that creature to the wall. “Funny isn’t it? We can do so many things like vile atrocities without ever receiving backlash. Vidar, I own you because of those chains, you’re nothing but my property. Just the mere mention brings a smile to all slave owners.”
“You are below-“
“I’m gonna stop you right there. My soul is not drenched in pure evilness, I am one charitable person trying to survive in a unforgiving world. I treat my chattel like they are my own offspring, when have I been ever a bad person. Easy, never in this forsaken life, I’m always right in the convictions of mine. Yours are stupid, futile, and dead, ever heard the saying around this fucking horrific bleak world that humanity’s dreams are dead and being tortured is a lot more better than following some ridiculous fantasy ideals. Why do people all the sudden like you, what makes you special!”
“Is he trying to manipulate him or downplay the situation? Fuck… what is happening anymore!” Taton questions. Vidar painfully turns his head, looking at the four children. Trying to silently mouth some words like ‘get away’ or ‘please, run’ only for everything going down in vain.
“Well, if isn’t his adopted children. Has Vidar try to do anything very disgusting and illegal with any of you? Remember, I will try to repair your destroyed mental states from the sex crimes against children of the individual who is supposed to protect all of you. Just tell ol’ uncle Vlaxon, and we can find a way to humiliate the Tacticun name in karmic payback.”
“What… why are you doing this?” Vidar yells through his sobs. Becoming emotionally unstable to the point of Hvithar gradually taking control. That is a bad thing considering every single infinite possibilities where he could probably become a Vasto Espada while killing everyone including the children Vidar abducted.
“It’s a canis edit canem world.” he sneers mirthfully, gut checking Velano in the stomach. Hvithar’s mask appears in the complete state and Malvena’s only fail safe falls in his Innere world. Now Purgans with a person hiding behind the mummjarus entity. They are wearing silk bright red robes with embroidered vestments.
“I am Shinn, are you here to hurt me?” the chains get even tighter, almost immobilizing and Vidar sighs in content. Why did it ever come to this, Vidar never knew about the Travelers, Sanguinsurges, Fomoire, or the Generasi.
“It’s fine, so please don’t be afraid of me. Purgans, can you try to restrain him for a few seconds?” Vidar says sorrowfully. The aforementioned person nods his head and Tacticun grips the mask, trying to rip it off but failing horribly so he full force smashes the skeletal accessory against a tree. Kaladon has one deep diagonal gash across his chest and Vidar scoops up the doll before jumping out.
He blocks Min Fang’s kick with his arm destroying the sleeve’s cuff. Vidar jumps up on roofs trying to shake her off while keeping Melissa safe. She throws knives at his general direction, keeping him pinned there and calls out her Regalia’s name.
“Use your Vollversion, you can never outrun me using pure speed because that’s where I excel at.” she says. It does cross his mind but decides not to as anyone probably wants that. Vidar ties her head to the belt and puts some sword pressure onto the roof after kicking the dagger out of his hand. They fall down a massive fighting pit under Malvena, where broken up pieces of massive space rocks is laying here and there.
Min Fang has a petite lean stature, oak brown eyes, short black hair, and knockoffs resembling finger traps to hold strands of hair.
“Min Fang, why go after me even though I didn’t do anything wrong? I wasn’t conscious.” he deflects a flurry of attacks pointing for his throat. Vidar jumps forward dragging Purgans up like an uppercut in a circle sideways and slams Caelums after another into her weapon. She jumps backs reverting the sword back to its sheathed form and the both run forward, his shatters while hers got chipped.
“It’s a draw. Just need to find a high quality sword since mine is broken into billions of pieces.” Vidar pockets Purgans hilt then disappears back up the hole, he goes to a small district in Malvena called leisure town. Booze, prostitution, human trafficking, and child slavery reign supreme there. He busts down doors trying his damndest to locate shops that sells swords akin but inferior to Traveler’s Regalia, conveniently there is one.
He takes off the jacket after using some Jenseitiger Druck to repair the damaged cloth, revealing a chocolate brown gakuran jacket with engraved white words saying Töten schützen in vertical lines on the back which was given to him by a friend overseas. Vidar has this big jagged, Edo-like flamelike, reddish-pink mark on the right corner of his forehead nobody knows where it came from but has been speculated to be a massive boost of power. The owner comes out from his shop’s back door introducing himself, his name is Ofirt Vard and seems to have already heard of Vidar, who explains that he’s seeking a sword.
“You’re in luck because one of these is made out of a metal from high concentrated Jenseitiger.” Ofirt singsongs. Ofirt brings it out and the weapon is a color changing long Ninjato when Vidar’s fingertips barely touched the hilt, the entire thing changed into obsidian colored. Vard looks at it in shock as city guards arrive to arrest Vidar for his unconscious crime. Tacticun flees into the shop pulling down stuff with his bundles of chains swaying hither and thither.
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He knocks them out using nonlethal street techniques and runs off to obscured places. See, his hometown has this code of brethren protection where if someone that was born outside of the slums came knocking then everyone has to put aside their differences for protecting the falsely accused. Vidar found an abandoned shack, he step inside before collapsing on the hard wooden floor and took Melissa off his belt. She hobbles around thinking to herself as Tacticun scrutinizes the Ninjato then the penitence chains, he heaved a audible groan.
“Why are you groaning? I thought you were stubborn as fuck.”
“I lost so much! My adopted kids were manipulated into thinking that I am a horrible person. I’m probably public enemy one because Hvithar took control of me and attacked Kaladon without my say!”
“They don’t think you’re this evil being. I know since they come to speak with me when you’re out. But sadness is a good thing as we both know you *are* somewhat human.”
“Yeah… suppose that’s right and once everything is done, I’m gonna cuddle with them. Giving them my warmth is a important priority seared into the very essence of me.” Vidar says, imagining himself bear hugging all of them making Tacticun snicker.
“So, here’s the game plan is that Travelers will keep coming after us so you need to go through excruciating training in order for strengthening your muscles and power.”
“Alright, I can do that if we can get the bounty off of us.” Vidar muses. He uses crude techniques like punching the wall above the door and shaves some off to make it resemble like a bar. It took two weeks including swordplay with Lionel. There’s this state called ‘Battle Will’ where if someone has an overwhelming desire for malice, violence, hatred, bloodlust, anger, or any fighting emotion then the enemy will feel maniacal stabbing all over their body. Way different compared to Jenseitiger Druck, if that makes any sense.
“Great, now you can hold your own without using Purgans, is your butcher Regalia really named that?” Melissa says, crossing her arms in a playful manner.
“To be absolutely honest, I think the name never came out of my mouth.” Melissa laughs before thinking about something.
“Is your motivations conventional or not?”
“I think mine is grounded because being born in the slums made me realize not everybody can be saved. Protecting is definitely put me in mortal danger and people will die in the crossfire but I take that responsibility in my resolution. No revered statue nor worshiping me, just a single thank you is enough. Killing one person to save million doesn’t sit right but is necessary,” a somber smile creased across his face. “Alright, let’s go, Melissa.”
Vidar holsters her to the regular spot and looks at hell slum’s entrance. Tacticun steels himself before stepping out in a dark night, two soldiers from Min Fang’s division appear behind him. He spin kicks one to a house’s wall and punches the other’s stomach, Vidar grabs above their neck then slams them down. They stand back up breathing sporadically, he jumps back multiple times dodging from their uncoordinated attacks before kneeling the left’s one face. Vidar gets punched in his sternum as they fall unconscious due to the severe beating.
Blood left our stubborn bastard’s mouth and end up on the dirt ground, he didn’t have to use Ninjato. Her squad is sabotage, assassinations, and torture so nobody has any desire to deal with Min Fang. She came from a foreign trading caravan, Sandy came across raiders robbing them when one briefly touched the pet, all common sense threw itself out the window and Fang killed all of them in rapid succession using nothing other than pure speed. She was taken in while passing all training with flying colors stunning her predecessor.
Keznpechi was there looking at his surroundings. Becoming an increasingly bored where one of the soldiers yell out to him, he turns slightly with the eyes of a hungry predator is feasting on gallows aligned with hanged desecrated bodies.
“Ahh, shit.” Vidar says, drawing the Ninjato, he has to get this done before his inner bloodlust, viciousness, and downright evilness demon starts whispering to him. Putting it on his shoulders and starts walking to the center, now ready for the ultimate showdown from Vidar gaining Purgans. Getting up in each other’s face preparing for the all out brawl of a lifetime, surely able to gain some reputation value to the Sternritters.
The Institute: Qego runs past everyone coming to their usual meeting room. He just got back from a mission overseas, recently heard that Vidar is public enemy number one. Everyone looks at a box containing the shards of Purgans, they turn their gaze to him and Sevatarius spots Kaladon.
“This is your fault! What did Vidar even do besides slashing you?” Vlaxon glares at him with one side of his mouth crooked.
“He slashed my chest open! And why should I care if I ruined his life, that overtly kind, protective twat!”
“Maybe,” Qego smiles while rolling his eyes, “you want the truth to come out about our director. Also it wasn’t Vidar’s choice. We should talk about you refusing to see anyone of us or not hosting meetings.”
“How in the fuck do you know about that? You got back during first dawn.”
“Really want to know, tch.” Qego scoffs. “Me, the committee, and Generals talk to each other. Hell, Dalos told me about what happen and I am smart, I lost a bet so I have to act retarded.”
“You’re welcome!” Bellion shouts out, eating an apple.
Typhon Sorn and the rest of Mortality Committee except Legatus Rumenor appear behind their leader. Tension rose highly in that room where anything could happen in seconds. Mulyesses, Bellion, Harald, Taton, and Malollin sides with Sevatarius. Dondi, Norvori, Arrancar, Sandy, Asciano, Dalos, Typhon, Angus, Kashiron, Min Fang, and Jenaharo stay neutral. Their second seats with Gernibel support Kaladon, out of sheer fearfulness except Pizzaro when he’s frustrated.
“Not so fast! Aren’t you forgetting about something.” Vlaxon says, kicking a door off its hinges. Revealing the four Tacticuns making everyone draws their weapons. Taton quickly grabs them without anyone ever noticing him leaving a afterimage behind. They spot green smoke coming near the Slum’s entrance, instantly realizing what it meant.
“Goddammit! Min Fang, why did you send someone out there?” Dalos said, pointing his thumb towards the window. Everything was boiling into a massive civil war, totally decimating Malvena and beyond which could only be stopped by Melissa, who the General Viajeros respect.
“Utterly disgraceful, Ywinza.” said Angus, closing his eyes.
“Let’s move past that, I found something in the archive about this mark. It’s called Todeszeichen,” as soon those last words came out, Sandy stiffens uncontrollably before saying to move on something else. Malollin complies but is very suspicious about this Mark. “Gernibel, why are you siding with Vlaxon?”
“Because, I find this very enticing. Am I now a horrible person?” nobody says anything and the air became very heavy, where everyone was struggling to breathe. Qego was sulking in the center before Drajon Lohenshin kneels him, Sevatarius stumbles back and grabs the second seat’s collar. He disappears to a destroyed coliseum about two miles from their institute, Drajon was thrown on the ground.