Brok: Quit your fucking worrying and enjoy the fucking show! Brok unwrapped the white bandaged blade. And it was a white hilted grass cutter sword inside its wooden beige scabbard. Brok extended the sword towards me, but as I barely made any contact with my two fingers, a wave of unease washed over me, causing me to instinctively back away. My heart sank, and I could feel the cold sweat breaking out on my skin. The tightness in my left arm intensified, adding to my growing sense of unease. Vivi approached me, placing her hand gently on my right shoulder, concern evident in her eyes. Valencia: Blue, what’s wrong? Justin: My nigga are you alright?
What the hell is wrong with me? I’m better than this.
Sora: I’m straight. Brok: Good. Now, come get the shit! However, my grip on the weapon was short-lived as a chilling voice pierced through the air, uttering the words, "There you are, monster." A shiver ran down my spine, causing my legs and arms to turn unnervingly cold. Despite the chill, my skin still retained its usual warmth. In a state of panic, I darted my gaze around, searching for the source of the voice, but everyone around me remained silent, oblivious to my growing fear. It seemed that only I had heard those haunting words. In that moment, a surge of dark magic permeated the surroundings, casting an eerie dimness and enveloping fog. My senses heightened as I caught the sound of a terrified sobbing woman pleading, "Please, don't kill me!" The sound struck a chord deep within me, invoking a visceral response. Overwhelmed with fear and a sense of foreboding, I immediately released my grip on the blade, allowing it to clatter to the ground. The instinct to distance myself from the ominous presence overtook any desire to possess the weapon.
Sora: Get this damn sword away from me. I don’t want it. Brok: Come on. Take the damn sword! It’s yours, Pisspot! Sora: I don’t want it. Just get it away from me. Justin: If you don’t want it, then I’ll take it. This master quality of a sword deserves a swordsman that can wield it. Justin attempts to pick up the blade, but Deshon shoulder tackles Justin to the ground.
Deshon: Nah, nah, nigga! I’ll be taking this. As the sword made contact with Deshon, a sudden and violent burst of ruby-red flames erupted from its core, enveloping the entire weapon in a blazing inferno. The intense heat radiated from the flames, searing Deshon's hands upon contact. A searing pain shot through his body, causing him to instinctively release the sword and unleash a gut-wrenching scream of agony. In a matter of seconds, the flames continued to intensify, seemingly fueled by an otherworldly power. Deshon's flesh began to disintegrate under the relentless heat, leaving behind only his petite skeleton hands, stripped of all flesh and muscle. Yet, the flames showed no mercy, persistently burning with an unyielding ferocity.
Desperate for respite, Deshon swiftly plunged his skeletal hands deep into the surrounding snow, hoping to quell the flames with the icy embrace of winter. However, to his dismay, the flames defied the natural order, melting the once-frozen landscape with their unrelenting heat. The snow, once a symbol of purity and serenity, succumbed to the fiery onslaught, leaving Deshon distraught and trapped in a terrifying cycle of pain and destruction.
Deshon sprinted to Valencia. Deshon: Valencia! Help me! V placed her hands on Deshon’s skeleton hands and froze them in a block of ice for both hands. Deshon: Thanks. You’re a lifesaver. But the flames melted the ice, and his skeleton hands were becoming black by the second. Deshon sprinted to me and panicked like the little bitch he is. Deshon: My nigga! Help! I grabbed both of his hands, and the flames were snuffed out. Deshon: What the hell is wrong with this sword!? Justin: That is what you get nigga. Isn’t obvious? You don’t have fire magic. That is why you got burnt, dumbass. Galawnee, Edwin, and Jakari started laughing a bit. Galawnee: Did Meghan tell you that?
Justin: To you, it’s fucking Alecto. And yes, she did. Problem?! Galawnee: Not at all. She spoke with a sarcastic tone. Justin picked up the sword and instantly seared his hands to the bone. He drops the blade. I got to Justin and snuffed out the flames by doing the same thing with Deshon. Benson went to Justin and injected him with this bright orange fluid on his neck. Benson: Kids, I don’t have an infinite supply of these. These injections aren’t cheap ya know. Justin: What the fuck!? Why did it burn me like this!? I think this sword is racist!
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Valencia picks up the sword, and everyone from the Twilight Tigers team is telling her don’t do it. But there were no flames combusting. Valencia, smacks the blade on her arm, and nothing happened. Valencia: It’s not racist. Justin: It’s sexist! How in the flying fuck are you not getting burnt like us?! Last I checked, you don’t have fire magic. Deshon: Or maybe she’s using her ice magic to snuff out the flame so that shit doesn’t burn her. Valdis: If that was the case, her ice wouldn’t have melted, when she tried to stop the flames. Brok and almost all my familiars laughed up a storm. Artoria and Ali remained neutral like always. Edwin reached in his pocket and then dropped a bunch of gold coins into Galawnee and Jakari’s hands. Then Edwin reached in his other pocket and pulled out a silver key. And he tossed it to Brok.
So they were betting. Interesting. Is Edwin losing a bet? I am kinda surprised by that. Anyway what about this blade that’s
Justin: Alecto! Justin dropped his sheathed blade to the ground. Five-foot thick green mist covered the blade, and risen from the mist was Valencia, sporting a double braided Dutch hair. She’s dressing in a purple tank top, black ripped jeans, and purple and black boots. The mist dissipated around her. She picked up the red-hilted katana with a red and black ray skin and scabbard containing ancient mage text, Alecto, the future sightseer, and knowledge seeker.
Meghan: Yes? Justin: You said I was safe! Look at my hands! Benson injected something into Deshon’s and Justin’s necks; the skin on their hands was back and healed, but they still had burn blemishes. Benson: Kids, I don’t have an infinite supply of these, ya gotta protect yourselves. These injections aren’t abundant ya know. Meghan: Well, I wasn’t finished. Fire magic will protect you. But it had to be Sora’s family fire magic. The goddess Hestia provides their flames. And provides them protection from fire. They can’t be seriously hurt by it as long it’s not another god’s fire. Also, they are somewhat resistant to that said god’s fire. Galawnee: Somewhat resistant! Gawlawnee mimics Meghan’s voice with sarcasm.
Dark tendrils of magic coiled around my body, its malevolent presence sending shivers down my spine. With a surge of power, darkness erupted from within me, spreading like a consuming wave throughout the surrounding space. The once-illuminated area was now swallowed by an impenetrable cloak of shadows, rendering visibility to an average mage nearly impossible. All that remained were wisps of black and lavender mist, thick and undulating, as they snaked their way through the air. But I see the Twilight Tigers team struggling to breathe except Vivi and Valdis. Then that man’s voice came back again. “It’s too dark in here. Let’s make things visible, shall we.” The darkness in the area dissipated a bit. Now everyone has a clear line of sight. The thick mist is eight feet above us now. And this five-foot-ten dark misted ghostly figure with no facial features appeared right in front of me. “You didn’t forget the truth didn’t you now, monster?” His voice. It’s more clear now. I could never forget that man’s southern London cockney accent. Jacob Lisowski. He was a twenty-five-year-old that used to be one of forty butlers of the Accordia’s three years ago. But he was tragically killed three years ago I think, during the night of the Accordia estate massacre.
Sora: Hello there, Jacob. Jacob: Ah, so you do remember me! Benson: But Jacob been gone a while now. So this must be an illusion. Jacob: Oh no, Andre. I assure you, I’m no illusion. But I’m not alive either. This monster made sure of that! Benson: Sora killed you?! Jacob: Bingo! Peyton: So you just killing folks just for the fun of it!? Sora: No! I didn’t kill him! That’s impossible! First of all, he was a butler of the Accordia’s. Second of all, I didn’t kill anyone until I got to Rowan Academy. Jacob: Wrong again, monster. I’m looking at the murder weapon right now. That is the sword you killed me and the others with. Jacob points at the grass cutter sword.
Sora: You’re wrong! You’re nothing but an illusion, I'm fed up and my dark magic is acting up. That sword is brand new. It can’t be the murder weapon. Brok: Sora, that blade, isn’t new! You had it for almost four years! It’s your sacred treasure. Sora: Sacred Treasure? Benson: As a matter of fact I did see you wield that blade once before.
Sora: That’s impossible. Even if I had that blade for several years, the problem is that I never killed any person until Rowan Academy. I think I would remember killing him. Jacob: Oh, then allow me to expose everyone to the truth, monster! My chest started to throb, my anxiety is going through the roof, and there was this sharp pain in my chest every time I breathed. Suddenly dark magic coated around my body. And darkness shot out of my body. I collapsed into the snow. Then this entire space was engulfed by darkness. Jacob: You will acknowledge your sins, monster. And they will know your true colors. My hearing and vision began fading, Jacob yelling something. But it was all muffled to hell. Eventually I ended up blacking out.