What Lies Beyond Daily Life?
The 5th century was thus the bloodiest conflict in the fourth order, at least so far. The weapons were quite advanced by then, but only compared to the 1st century's Great Revolution. And even more so inferior to Preut's armor and the little contemporary weapons they could get. However, a trace of hope ushered the whole world in the midst of the 8th century.
In the 8th century, the world welcomed the oh so famous Green Transformation. Led by Lýmoca’s humanitarian 1-term president.
The world had keys. Once upon a time, it might have been political ideals or simply ideologies that governed the world, but the first order was a great example for every aspect of human intelligence. Now, the world had keys.
There was the Heart Key, where a political identity’s ideals are guided by the common good. A nation with this key protects its sovereignty, and expresses their intention to bring their homeland to a higher standing everywhere else.
The Peaceful Key is where the nation moves to secure its protection and growth. It is to adopt a neutral stance in the world’s geopolitics, refusing any conflict or the escalation to one. A Peaceful political entity is often followed by a necessary, slow or rapid, economic increase and solid stability. Neutrals who only care about themselves.
The Aggressive Key political entity is one that usually seeks conflict, whatever the reason might be, even if not for themselves, but to ‘aid’ others in ‘certain’ things. Their leadership is often controversial and qualified as unfriendly. Some are even so-called dictators.
The Judgment Key is where the political entities are half-fully focused in rearranging their society, frequently ending in a tremendous change… or furious revolutions. Sometimes… political entities with this Key are typically recognized as ‘pets’ or ‘puppets’.
Yet, in the 8th century, Lýmoca created the Humane Key. It is to seek peacefulness everywhere through word of compassion and hope. But they cannot be weak. Their stance is one that frequently draws discontent from others.
Still, it is a Key whose government or rule dictates the improvements of its people, not just on stability. Their plans are usually long term, such as reforms, and worldwide.
The famous ‘green president’, for that matter, only served 1 term in Lýmoca, retiring to a little piece of land in the state of Lymaospasó in Lýmoca. From 738 to 750. His term not only brought a new sight to the future and world peace, but several movements with his achievements.
The Green Humanism Harmony was formed after the 738-744 term. There are recordings of the president resting in a little beach, simply nodding his head after the nations’ meeting across the world was concluding via a webcam. The president was no more into politics.
The GHH emphasized the care for all nature. Any life, growing organism, ethnicity, or even just some material, are to be utmost protected. Also bringing self-sufficiency to the poorest. It was signed, with the old man president’s nod, in 745.
That wasn’t all. The Oscard Marketing Link was formed. The trading ‘company’ to spread throughout the world. It is to bring the world to a maritime, aerial, and neighboring land territory all signed up to a brand-new globalized market. Bringing the best stabilization to every country/political entity’s trading merchandise. It was written after and backed by the GHH.
Then came the HLS, the Humanitarian Logistics Stability. It concludes the civilization as a whole to that of the entire world. Where its members, everyone, could attempt anything before war could break out. It has 3 main phases to avoid war.
The 1st phase is through peaceful mediation. The 2nd phase is by marriage, or a similar bond. Both selected parties must be willing, and that’s about it. The 3rd phase is a team vs. team conflict in the search for resolution. It was officially formed in 750.
Lastly, the last global agreement was the IWS, the Intellectual World Security. The IWS protects all cyberspace and data exchange in the world. The world’s precious internet and massive communications depend on it, which is now further backed by the NPA of the second order.
It officially interconnected the world’s satellites, communications, and data flow. It is only with this one that bions could be further analyzed and researched so they wouldn’t violate the IWS and the GHH.
Additionally, with the creation of all these agreements, norms, etc. The previously known flower vase, Post Order Concession, was finally given use during the latter half of the 8th century. Fully empowered and protecting the world’s peoples.
That was just about the world’s history Phesx Caolia has come across the Ojazul school and Victor’s collection.
… Just as Phesx Caolia was waiting for Lorena to get freed from her little girlfriends, all wanting to know which boy she likes, and Lore trying to hide her blushing cheeks, someone walked to him. Looking at his side, Phesx Caolia watched a shy little beauty smile towards him.
“Miss Andrea Crescar,” Phesx Caolia greeted the shy one.
Andrea Crescar, a smart gal whose body was boy-repellent, but she was the school’s professors and deans favorites. It is said the director has had dinner with her family just to ensure she’d have a long, arduous, and paid studies. She has to be a big deal for a school director to care so much.
Rosy white skin, golden chestnut long hair, and brown eyes. A beauty overall. She was also tall, with Phesx Caolia’s nose at her forehead, should she come closer. Pretty small curves.
Phesx Caolia stood while slightly leaning on his bike, now black and red colors, sitting on the edge of his seat with his feet on the ground. Andrea Crescar stood half a step away from his bike, wearing a pink dress with red floral patterns with green stems. They looked strangely cute.
“Did you forget something?” Being sick for the past week, Phesx Caolia thought she wanted his help with something from the class. He was one of the few ones whom she spoke to. Andrea looked at him and shook her head with her chin slightly low. “Lorena isn’t your girlfriend, right?”
“Eh? Why not? She always comes running to me. She likes riding,” Phesx Caolia said, crossing his arms but supporting his right elbow on his left wrist. Making an ambiguous gesture as Andrea tilted her neck, looking at him playfully. She restrained a giggle, “Puchi!”
Phesx Caolia blinked once, startled. Then twice, tilting his head to a little to the left. He pushed his shoulders forth to ‘intimidate’ her, watching her pwetyy cheeks turning rosier. “What? I’m not afraid of the law. Or are you saying she wouldn’t give me it?”
“Oh no, I wasn’t saying that,” Andrea hurried to explain. She seemed serious. Clearing her throat, Andrea walked a little closer, with a section of her upper back bare, letting him see her beautiful skin. “Are you… erm, avail… able?”
“…” Phesx Caolia slowly turned his head to look at her. After he blinked for the 7th time, Andrea garnered enough courage to return his stare. “I… am not a person you should be with. Not for any ‘hidden’ motives. I can take care of you, appreciate you, and do you. But I don’t think I can have you mine.”
Andrea’s eyes watered a little. Was this all for nothing? She just thought a lot and sacrificed good nights of studying all these weeks and finally shot her shot. But just then, Phesx Caolia turned towards her and grabbed her jaw with his gentle fingertips.
“Mm, no. I’m not saying I don’t like you. You have your beauty. It’ll be dumb of you if you really tell me you don’t think any man would be willing to have you. But I wouldn’t like being the first to guide you into a trail and error ‘young life’. Life… is too complicated to want to play ‘love is hard’.” Phesx Caolia spoke with his soft, semi-broken voice.
Not like he hides it anymore like he did in the encampment years ago, but he rarely talks in school, the mansion, or while riding.
“Sniff, but you didn’t say no, right?” Andrea said after cleaning the bits of tears that spilled out after hearing Phesx’s words. Phesx Caolia let go of her jaw, looked at her, and returned to stare ahead, where he could see Lorena wasting time after seeing him ‘flirting’.
“I knew it. It‘s always the quiet ones.” Phesx Caolia said, shaking his head and with a ‘disgusted’ tone. Andrea smiled, so beautifully he felt hurt at the truth behind his words. Then, she voiced, contented like she had just won. “You can teach me, and if I don’t get into your heart, then I’ll remember you like a stupid love that was never there. Isn’t that great?”
“Tsk. You don’t know who you’re messing with, lass.” Phesx Caolia grinned and said, appearing like an uncle with his arms crossed. Andre lowered her face and smiled big time, shaking her head cutely before smooching his cheek.
Shortly after Andrea left, Lorena slowly walked towards him, finally letting go of her little girlfriends. Her small brown eyes were like a narrowed cat’s, pretty, and dangerous. Phesx Caolia rolled his eyes before letting her hop behind him. That day, he drove safely to the mansion and didn’t slap-surprise the chick.
… Thus, from that week onwards, Phesx Caolia met with shy Andrea, the cute lass. He also began distancing himself from his previous group, although it wasn’t that obvious, as he was quiet everywhere.
Marisela met her after 2 weeks of dating the cute lass. Victor gave him a proud nod and father’s eyes, while Lorena rolled her eyes and stole his beauty away for the whole first day he brought her. Andrea was shy to be in such a rich place, but being with Phesx Caolia, she became shameless little by little until she was shameless enough to become used to it.
Then, their nonexistent ‘deal’ had to be exercised. Thus, on another occasion that Phesx Caolia brought Andrea to the mansion, after Marisela told him ‘very subtly’ that she’d relax away from the mansion, he went up to his bedroom.
When he went inside, he was forcibly assaulted by soft skin, meat, and curves. Feeling it was a crime against humankind to feel all of that through clothes, Phesx Caolia rapidly undressed and felt a woman’s body after years…
In short, it was sweet, flexible, innocent, easy to hurt… and lots to be taught. In another viewpoint, it started with the soft caresses from the top to the bottom, from using his palms to his teeth. From restrained moans to light gasps, to loudly calling his name. Hellcat still had it.
With Lorena going out with her girlfriends to the movies and to see the beloved female vice president, warrior, and whatever else give a conference, Phesx Caolia laid in bed with his cute lass.
With shoulders proving what happened from the bite marks reddening his light brown skin, and the sleeping kitten against his chest, lying sideways with him under his sheets. Her face, neck, collarbone, and other places flushed crimson rosy. Looking at his piece of art, Phesx Caolia caressed just above her cheekbones.
Andrea opened her eyes, waking up from a dreamy state with her first love taking care of her in his arms. It would soon be evening, but having met him before, her parents felt more or less at ease. She spoke to them about him so much, after all, and they knew he was good in school.
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“Who of the new classmates bothered you?” Phesx Caolia asked after they exchanged tons of teenage kisses for no reason, simply because they could. Andrea lowered her eyes and dropped her head heavily onto his arm.
“I want to find this out from you. The less I get to punch, the better,” Phesx Caolia smirked a lot by the time he finished those words. Andrea never saw him ‘like that’, but she somehow didn’t doubt him. Kissing his veins around his arm’s nook, she hid one of her eyes on his light brown skin before whispering, “The one named Dentado.”
“Mn, good girl. Now, you’ve gained an extra study session.” Phesx Caolia said, smooching her forehead before sliding with his right hip, grabbing her waist and bringing her atop him. Her bent knees straddled him as she blushed. Then, she felt the addictive ‘plugging’ that she now felt they were perfectly made for each other to do.
“But, I promised your mother to stay for dinner,” Andrea said before immediately blushing. Even Phesx Caolia felt embarrassed to hell when Marisela knocked on his door amidst the tender, kittenish moans, let alone the source of those heavenly bell-like sounds. The betrayal…
“It’s commonly called a ‘quickie’. I call it nothing, because it’s just about making one another tremble as fast as possible.” Phesx Caolia said before going all out on her. Weak and overpowered, Andrea could only giggle as her eyebrows slowly deepened into an exquisite frown. Exquisite from how she looked, and why.
… Day after day, week after week, Phesx Caolia and Andrea spent lots of times together. At some point, after school one day, Phesx and his circle no longer met. On the other hand, Phesx Caolia spoke of some military stuff he lived in Preut. After all, with all those scars that took too long to heal, he couldn’t possibly think of hiding it.
It was only after the first talking about life with Andrea Crescar that he was glad he didn’t fuck around like an imbecile.
It was honey and warm; reciprocating tenderness. Not just the talks about life, but all the dates and lovely time Andrea had him go through because of her emotions.
But at last, another 2 months later, in the last week of the 8th month, Andrea would move out to the capital, where she’d attend a high-end college and build her life and future like she could have never imagined. This was a massive opportunity. Besides, her parents got jobs in Proteros, too, letting her have an amazing beginning any other family would wish they had.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Andrea asked him in front of her house, with her parents moving their things into their car. They would move in a family large car they rented to Proteros, with their belongings like clothes in their car. The costly things and pets would go with them. Phesx Caolia looked at her after helping her family pack their things.
“It’s not me.” Phesx Caolia smiled and walked to stand just before her. After smooching her forehead a few times, he grabbed her chin and turned her head left and right. Kissing her left cheek twice, he planted more on her right cheek, letting his lips rest on her skin there a bit longer.
“It’s not fair. You know how it makes me feel when you kiss me like that,” Andrea still blushed, but she wasn’t shy to say those words outside her mind. She grabbed his jaw and pushed her lips into his, lasting the kiss for long before hugging his neck. She looked up at him, who grew slightly taller than her, as Phesx returned the lock of eyes.
Holding her waist, their bodies stuck together as their staring eyes did all the talking.
“Take care.” When the time came for her to leave, as their noses’ bridges formed a little gap, and their tips pushed against each other softly all this while, Phesx Caolia said. Patting her back as her parents waited at the side, her arms softly let go around him, falling down his shoulders.
“You too,” Andrea said before eskimo kissing him, pushing her nose into his one last time before departing. She looked back at him one last time before entering the car after her parents did.
Once their cars left, Phesx Caolia hopped onto his bike and rode to the mansion. When he arrived, it was evening, a little soon for dinner. He parked his bike and opened the door, when he noticed his guardians and ‘little sister’ waiting for him in the largest living room.
He went to them as they stood up and greeted him. In this saddened atmosphere, silent but warm, Victor spoke first. “Are you sure you want to leave the house? It’s understandable if you rather drop out of school, it’s not for minds like yours. I’d be more than glad to help you myself and find others to give you what you need.”
“If it is because of that cute little lass… we can move to Proteros, there’s no problem. This is just our natal state. That’s all,” Marisela voiced, frowning sadly. Phesx Caolia smiled thinly and blinked, spreading his arms to the sides slightly. “Please, don’t worry about that. It isn’t that. It’s just… not me.”
The Ruvas went silent. They understood him and respected his choice, but they also liked him a lot. They would rather have him close than just knowing he’ll be alright on his own.
“Wuuuuuu!” Lorena stepped forth and hugged him, burying her sad, sobbing face on his chest. Phesx Caolia held her head and rubbed her back occasionally under Victor and Marisela’s eyes. Their time together was ending.
“Will you be fine without me?” Phesx asked. Lorena lifted her little face between his arms, no longer tearing up, but wet still. “Mhm. Bruno said he’s registering for the Ojazul next year. All that tutoring should have helped him. Don’t worry about me, I’ll keep doing the stretches you taught me, and then I’ll learn self-defense, alright?”
“Well, that sounds promising,” Phesx Caolia said in a positive tone. But then, he tilted his head to the right, “But I meant not seeing me around the pools, showing my muscles and all.”
“Moou.” Lorena pouted and pushed him away before Victor and Marisela brought him to a large sofa where everyone could lie down. It was ridiculously lengthy, but comically practical sometimes. They had to spend all night together if necessary. It would be the last time they might see each other in months… or more?
… In the following morning, just as Phesx Caolia bid them farewell, and Phesx spoiled little Lore with a few smooches on her forehead and cheeks, Victor stopped him at the door. “It finally arrived a few minutes ago. I’ve had it prepared and ready to be ridden on the way here. Take it, alright? I know you’ve got a storage with fuel hidden inside. Just don’t sell it, the government will do something about that. You cheeky brat.”
“Thank… you.” Phesx Caolia looked at Victor with wide open eyes. Then, he felt ashamed of trying to hide that from the Ruvas. He smiled, thankful that Victor wasn’t mad. But then, he thought, ‘The government already knows I bought a little storage and put many barrels of fuel in there? Scary…’
“Take care, kid. Maybe you’ll call us father and mother in our faces in the future and thank us back, huh? Don’t underestimate the regulation of goods. And don’t thank me yet, it’s silly to thank twice for being too rash.” Victor surprise-hugged Phesx, letting the young boy feel the care he had for him.
“Hmm…” Phesx Caolia exclaimed as he opened the door. His mouth went loose, but his lips remained closed. His eyes, though, they widened madly. At the front of the mansion gates, a Myertha waited for him. Looking back at Victor, Phesx wanted to hug him.
“Keys and documents. All on you. From now on, you break something, you pay it. I had to talk with someone in the KAA to get it, brand-new and on discount. If you’ve got big business in the future, I should be first on the list.” Victor passed him some small cases and boxes before smirking like the winner that he is.
“Thank you!” Phesx Caolia said, looking at the Ruvas again before nodding. He turned around and walked away from the entrance. In the garage zone, his bike was probably beside his dirt bike in Lorena’s garage so she could train with them in the near future.
When he checked his beauty, walking around its practical yet fashionable ‘skirt’ of metal hugging its sides and seat, and its lengthy size, perfect for high speeds and leaning in wide turns, Phesx felt enamored. He put his helmet, a jacket, and gloves on, all part of the gear a professional motorcyclist should wear, before hopping onto it and starting it.
Looking one last time at the Ruvas after feeling the insane motor in this thing roar, his new baby, Phesx looked at them standing on the entrance.
Vrrrruuuuuuuummmm~! After waving at them, Phesx Caolia departed with his Myertha, feeling like a god whose powers just evolved to become immortal. His heart felt warm.
He first rode to the HD, the Housing Department, which are where people from the territory can arrange for a residence. It is also where the compatriots can request counseling, be it physical or mental, and receive aid or advice from. As such, it also became the place refugees can attend to apply for certain programs, some of them were voluntary foster care and… refugee pension.
After receiving the green light to receive his monthly refugee pension of roughly 5,000 credits per month, Phesx Caolia went to the Ojazul school. It was the 7th day of the 8th month’s last week, so it was closed, except for official business, be it with ‘big’ people, employees, or the students.
… Phesx Caolia went inside to formally quit the school. When he came out, the professor who taught him in the ‘latecomer’ class, Vino Bandera, saw him out. “It’s really a pity. You were really one good student. Not like many of these little shits.”
Phesx Caolia smirked at the professor, who now felt free to speak to him as a non-student. Phesx Caolia turned around and politely said, “Thank you, professor. I’ll be leaving now. You were also one good professor from the other shitty ones.”
“…” Vino Bandera looked at him, slightly startled. He didn’t respond and went back inside, but he couldn’t hide the ‘sound’ of that big smile silently forming from Phesx Caolia. Watching the professor go inside, Phesx Caolia erased his face of being in a good mood before turning around. However… there was a shorter-than-regular, bald man nearing his middle ages who stood just behind him.
Phesx Caolia… was stunned and scared. How did… someone appear just behind him without him noticing?!
“Hello- Hellcat,” the man said, stopped, and bent his upper body forward to speak with hard emphasis on Phesx Caolia’s overshadowed alias. Phesx’s eyes trembled, and he motioned to step backwards, but the man stopped him with simple questioning.
“Why did you do it? And why did you leave? You could have formed a small force, and then maybe rule Preut with… ‘some help’.”
“Do what?” Phesx Caolia frowned and stopped moving, tensing his arms and thigh muscles. The short man’s appearance was simple, of brown skin and black eyes. He lifted his chin, looking at the side before darting his eyes to Phesx Caolia.
“Kill- no, assassinate General Medina of the preqs, General Ezquivel of the preis, and General Hungish Salazar, whose commander Alexis Cangrejo benefitted you back then?” The short man casually spoke, frowning like he was rebuking Phesx Caolia for being rude.
“How-” Phesx Caolia was real afraid now. He stared at this man with his body trembling, but the man seemed to not care as he moved his face from side to side, slowly, and interrupted him. “How can I know what you did in that war? Hm, well. Here’s another way to answer you. We can know, and as we do, others can.”
“Phesx Caolia,” the man slowly uttered his name. “You’re a kid who got trapped in the war, how sad! However, was it like that? Didn’t you start killing the very first chance you could? Weren’t you a killing shadow back in that Centralized Parliament? Why are you so contented with living like a rich boy now? Your mother’s dead, nothing can hold you back, and you’re growing.”
“What’s stopping you?” The man asked, frowning. Phesx Caolia formed fists with his hands, hiding his sharpened nails. As for his teeth, he long knew how to speak normally while covering their obviously different appearance with his lips. “Stopping me?”
“Ah,” the short man lifted his palms to stop Phesx and let him continue. “From getting to it again, of course!”
“Don’t you want that?” The short, bald man lowly spoke, lowering his chin, and eyes upturned.
‘Don’t I want it?’ Phesx Caolia’s eyes contents shrunk. The man’s words were like magic. Doesn’t he want that?!
“That’s the face I wanted to see,” the man lifted his chin and nodded, contented. He continued again, “You were not meant for war, though. No, you’ve got something more special in your road ahead, boy. Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“What… are you talking about?” Phesx Caolia asked, suddenly feeling sobered up. His trembling stopped, and he could feel his body’s weight and its cold and warmth from the past adrenaline dissipating. The short man grinned with his chin up, “We are Riverlye, a Lagj organization. In the world, my boy, there are countless secret organizations. Lagj are just a part of that world. Are you interested… in knowing more?”
Phesx Caolia’s light black eyes trembled. This time, it was… desire? He gulped and thought, pondering on what this meant… on… what something like this could mean to him. With the words the short bald man spoke… they clearly liked his killing tendencies. Furthermore… they knew he assassinated the generals of every Preut military camp, wanting to help end the war a little faster. However, none of that happened.
“How did you do that? I mean, it’s nothing too difficult, but you… didn’t even use your modded firearms. The generals’ wounds were-” The short man had been speaking as Phesx Caolia remained quiet and staring off into the void like a retard with widened eyes. He tried convincing the young boy and mistook Phesx’s silence as doubt.
‘Who are these people? What can they… do to me? How did this man evade all my senses? I wasn’t attentive, but mine are better than any other person! This…’
Phesx Caolia smiled out of nowhere. His smile hooked upwards from both corners. His face wasn’t handsome, but neither was it ugly. When his smile spread from ear to ear, with dimples at the side, the short man felt strange but continued trying to convince Phesx Caolia. For naught.
“How can I start?” Phesx Caolia smiled more! His light black eyes shone!
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This is the end of Volume 1 — When Does A Man Become A Monster?