In the years since the sacking of Moralisum and the age of terror itself, heroes young and old had found themselves stepping up to defend the world they lived in. From the deserts to the valleys to the forests with insurmountable trees, heroes young and old had come to rise to the challenge to fight back against the scourge set upon them by the Mad King Morias. Within the kingdom of Queen Malios, a duo had come with strength only seen by one other. There was no name for the creature as it had a singular goal of killing those who stood in its way and toppled the heads of kingdoms. Yet it had given its power to two children on a whim. The reason for this was unknown but the Queen had known that it couldn’t let their power slip into dubious hands…

Two horses strode up to a ramshackle building. The woman nodded to her associate behind her as they dismounted. The man nodded back as he too dismounted, leading his horse to the woman. Perfectly moisturized hands gave the reigns to the black, fingerless gloves of a working woman as with confidence, the man stepped into the building. The silver ring on his finger gleamed well with his robe as he entered. As the woman rechecked her hair tie and reset her no-sleeved half-jacket, she followed soon after.

“So, we’ve finished Meryl-Lee! Finally, after days of a horrid hunt, we took down the ghastly thing.” The man patted the head of the thing in front of him, an ugly creature with the facial structure of a boar and a tongue to rival a cow twice its size. The woman at the counter, dressed in a navy-blue uniform could only hold her nose at the stench.

“Of course, Avean. We’ll send word to the Lord of the estate that he and his workers can return to business as usual.”

Behind Avean, his female associate came up to the counter. “Give word to Lord Bertham that there’s a Rias-Boar-shaped indent in the wall of his little station. And that some of his fancy wines and brandies may have spilled in the meanwhile.”

A smile greeted the woman from Meryl-Lee. “You shant worry about that, Lucia. You know Lord Bertham cares more about the safety of his estate than any old wine. He’ll have it replaced in no time.”

A meek smile returned to her. “That said, Meryl. I wouldn’t want him not to know of any extra damage. Only polite.”

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“What would be polite would-be you monsters leaving!”

The three of them turned to face the one addressing them. A man with clothes that hid a shoddy attempt at disguise. The man’s clean face and fair skin had betrayed him. A noble and one that seemed to have a grudge against the two at that. A wry smile grew on the face of Avean as he looked around at the others in the building.

“If you don’t mind me asking then, dear fellow. What is your issue with us? I mean, if it comes down to my lack of a brooch, then I can easily go to the jewelers and pick one up from all the money people like you seem to reward us with.”

This response did nothing to satiate the young lord. “Do you know who I am? I am Reos De Forrester! Of the De Forrester family name?”

“Apologies but I have no idea who you are.”

“Damian De Forrester! One of the Royals slaughtered during the Age of Terror!”

The smile faded in an instant. “Oh no.”

“A great man slaughtered by your patron!”

Lucica stepped in front of her brother. “We have no connection to Morias or his kin. And we would prefer you not to insult us in that way. There is no bad blood between us, and it can remain that way, alright? All we came to do was to report a finished job. And that will be all.”

“Tell me something, Morias spawn. Are you really human? Or are you another agent of chaos sent to disrupt peaceful nations and bring tragedy upon us all?!”

Avean put a hand on Lucia’s shoulder. “C’mon sis, this isn’t worth it.

Lucia clenched her fist. “No, I have to.” She refaced her verbal opponent. “We have nothing to do with-”

“Do you think that everyone forgot about that incarnate fuck just because he hides himself? That his crimes of existence don’t pass down to you? The both of you are wretches cursed by him. You and your brother should’ve burned with the rest of them in that halfway house of a village.”

In one instance, Reos saw the eyes of someone who he had nothing but malice for. In the next, he was face down in someone else’s drink with Lucia’s breath near his ear.

“Listen you little shit. You wanna insult me, fine. If you ever come for my brother again, they’ll find your prissy noble hands degloved under a bridge!”

The splinters were piercing into his head, a crack had formed from the impact as Avean struggled to get his sister’s hands off the man. Said hands were currently pulling the arm of Reos in a way that was starting to reach the biological limit of his natural limber.

“Lucia, there’s no reason for all of this. We can go. We’ve done our job.”

An unnatural sound could be heard throughout the building. Off the table went Reos as he fell screaming, gripping his arm.

“I don’t give a damn about you or your family line. I keep yours out of my thoughts, you keep mine out of your mouth.”

With a readjustment of her shoulders, she walked out the door with Avean following soon behind her, leaving Reos to seethe in both agony and defeat.