"Why have you left me, everyone you could have known and dissappeared Diarmuid!"
The man screamed in agony as everything, his entire life fell apart. He was promised a future, before his eyes was a future where an adventurer that called himself Diarmuid saved him and he got back all that he had lost. Then they went on adventures together, pain and suffering followed them yet in the world of darkness they still had happiness.
He lived every moment of his life waiting for that single day that they met to happen. Years passed yet it never happened, chances passed yet he never came.
Why? Why would you leave me behind? Didn't you say that you find me important? Didn't you say that the biggest dream of your life has always been to circle the world with friends and more at your side?
Why did you leave me all alone? Is this fair? How is this fair? What are you doing now? Where are you know? Who are you traveling with now? Who is singing for you now! Who is smiling at you now! You left us! All of us to die! Why didn't you pat him in the back and tell him there is more to see in this world? He hanged himself because of you! Why didn't you save her life but left her swallowed by guilt trying to save a corpse! Everything! You have destroyed every and each one of us!
The hoarse voice screamed in pain as the truth came to him. He was all alone, the possibility he saw with his own eyes could never become the reality, no one was coming to save him, no one was going to give him the voice they stole from him, no one was going to be his savior.
I can save you. I can help you build an orchestra so large that he will have no choice but to come here and listen. You can see it don't you? With those eyes that stare at distant futures.
Just say my name...
Order!
Angel of Bygone Days!
That day millions heard a melody they never heard before. They skin, tendons,muscles, lungs and more turned into instruments and piled in the middle creating a mountain of corpses. They sang in unison and played their instruments, such a beautiful orchestra. The whole continent heard the beautiful melody as the angel of bygone days waited for it's savior, only man worthy of listening to it's requiem.
He was in the room at the end of that hall underground. It was the office of their boss at least during night time according to what the ginger boy said. Lucio handed them the papers a pile for one and just a few pages for the other.
"Just sign every part that asks you. These are just for things like insurance they are not important."
"Insurance? We get insurance?"
"Yes but...things work a bit different. Just read the paper when you come to that I have to clean the mess at the altar."
As Lucio was leaving the room something came to the boys mind.
"What was that liquid at the altar?"
Lucio stopped before looking at the ceiling.
"Blood of different fish and sea creatures. We don't need them for normal rituals but this one is an exception where we have to please the lord. I better get that rat to clean it before it gets clotted even worse."
As Lucio left boy turned to Emil who was signing the papers in a hurry.
"So this isn't your first time right? Who was your previous partner? Was it one of them?"
Emil didn't answer for a few seconds and let out a sigh.
"I had three before you."
Why does he act like I stole his food while he was sleeping or something? Wouldn't die if you spoke more than a few words.
"So how does the insurance thing work?"
"If you are wounded with something that can be called minor and also not mystical then you will be taken to the closest hospital in the area. Otherwise the church will take care of you."
"So...how common is that? I am just...you know what I will say, I see surgeons as no more than butchers. I never met someone that got up from their table healthy with no issues or healed completely."
Emil didn't say anything and got up after signing them all. Before he could leave the boy shouted from behind.
"Hey! When should I come here? Tomorrow at 7? Afternoon?"
"I won't be here tomorrow but you should come. Someone will have something for you. Go meet captain to get your equipment after signing them all."
Emil left the room as the boy scoffed and continued singing.
"Continue talking monotonous like that and I will be falling asleep the next time we talk."
He seemed to be the fine with the concept of him dying, the existence of rituals which gods can answer and even the fact that churches had their own police. He didn't even seem surprised at all.
"I should ask about how much they pay. Maybe it will be enough for it...nevertheless I should visit her and apologize. I never knew things would go this way."
After signing all the papers he went out the hall and looked left to the end of the dark hall where a door was visible. He knocked on it with his elbow before entering inside with the pile and putting on the Captain's desk.
"I signed all of them captain..."
He stood there awkwardly unable to to end his sentence as captain lifted his head up.
"Welcome then brother. My name is Heinrich, I am the captain of the enforcement division of our Lord's church in this city."
The man looked serious like always. He seemed to be one of those that didn't take pleasure in humor or other things in the place they worked at. Maybe he was different outside but who knows.
"There are others?"
"Suppression and investigation. Suppression division is under the catacombs of the Saint and investigation is under the Bar called Red hawk. We sometimes have to so others job yet divisions pick their members according to those purposes."
"You didn't choose me for my ability...right?
"I didn't and I couldn't have after reading that letter. I surely couldn't entrust you to that man of weird tendencies and that childish woman. You can fight can't you? Even if you can't I will make sure you can once I am done with you."
The man wad something burning in those eyes as if that letter or the person that wrote it means a lot.
Shouldn't we have more members? I have no idea what suppression does but shouldn't the enforcement division have more members?
"We had the most members. We had exactly fifty four personal who were able to fight until church decided upon splitting the sea and the land forces after a failed joint operation. I have something to handle later on so please ask Emil if you want to learn more. He likes reading and thus read the reports too."
Heinrich took two things out from his drawer before leaning deeper into the desk and taking something small out.
"These are your service revolver, service knife and the compass."
Compass? It does look like it works fine but I could have gotten one for pretty cheap. Why do I even need this do I look that clueless? He definitely said something about it in that letter I am sure of it.
"Why do I need even need a compass?"
"For your reports. As you know most roads don't have names so when writing a report you have to use your compass to report it's location compared to a well known another location."
As if remember something late the man took the revolver and put it back into his drawer.
"You can't carry it with you yet, you have to train. Compass has another use as well. If you face a danger that you can't handle you must swallow in, it is specially made compass using an artifacts power."
Swallow? It is just a bit bigger than my thumb so should be possible but what are even these artifacts? Why such a weird method? The compass has the Saint Selena at the back of it, this little thing is probably worth as much as multiple months of rent.
"What will happen when I swallow it? Don't tell me it is just covered in poisonous paint and I will die before I can reveal something."
"No you will be safe, don't you trust me?"
"We just met today boss."
"You will learn to trust later on then."
The boy lifted the knife and rotsted it around before pulling out the blade and examining it as someone experienced in metal work. It was a clasp knife that could fit at someone's pocket and the blade itself had a wave pattern. It must have been made from Damascus steel, without the new developments in technology Damascus steel was the pinnacle of a blacksmiths talent because of how expensive and important it was. The steel itself was used for mostly the nobility and their needs like weapons and armor because of it's high quality but to get the wave pattern you had to use multiple plates and Damascus steel, weld them together and work with them while bending them back again and again until the moment you feel confident in it. The boy himself never tried waves or other patterns because of they were never requested but he had made horseshoes from Damascus steel before. The handle was made of wood and fit the hand of the user pretty well.
"Damascus...and there is a pattern too. Do you know how important this knife is? This is a masterpiece."
The man looked shocked after the sudden change in the boys nature but quickly recovered to his professional state.
"It is something all of us have. It is a traditional knife which was given to sailors back in the day and even when those times are left behind it is still important."
"I should take my leave. It must be too late for public transportation so I have to walk back all the way, I want to be home before it is midnight."
The man suddenly got up from his chair which shocked the boy. He walked to him with a small envelope in hand before sliding it in the boy's pocket.
"Here...go get yourself something proper to wear before coming here. I can't have someone going around like that."
Why is the first emotion I saw on his face is pity? I will die from embarrassment every night for multiple weeks remembering this! I don't even look that bad right? I checked myself in the mirror too I seemed fine.
"Thanks...sir...I should take my leave."
Under the dim light of oil lamps the boy walked to a place which was far more important than his so called home. It was a middle-class neighborhood where mostly people with low paying government jobs or shop owners lived. He claimed over a fence before finding himself at the back of a house, a house most important and disgusting.
He found some pebbles from the ground and threw them to the window, the ticking sound hurting his soul more with each unanswered one.
"I am sorry..."
This is what he wanted wasn't it? He wanted her to hate him and now got what he wanted. He left the backyard while gritting his teeth unable to accept his own choices.
"After all this...Just when everything is on the track...arghh! Why!"
He left off tot the church and arrived after everyone was sleeping. He made his way into the building at the back of the church where the nuns stayed. He check all the windows before finding one that wasn't locked before entering inside. He sneaked through the building before reaching the hall. He touched the planks on the ground before finding the lose one in the darkness and lifted it up and the ones next to it before taking the sac under it and leaving the building.
He made his way into the church and got inside his room. Father was already sleeping in the bed, must have been seeing his ninth dream.
The boy opened the envelope revealing ten silver lulush, enough to rent a high quality room in a hotel for two weeks straight. He took off his clothes and put four silver on it before taking the sac and leaving the room with it.
He went through the hall and left the church before going back to another building in the back which was used for by everyone for bathing purposes. He went inside and by touching around found the matches and the dim light covered the room.
The tub was half filled with cold water, more than enough to finish the job. He opened the sack and pulled the heaviest thing out. It was a kitchen knife covered in brown, clotted blood.
He could feel a pain rise in his throat as if someone was choking him. Before his eyes the world was spinning as if it wanted to throw him far away. He dropped the knife to the ground as his hands went to his neck.
"Heegh....heeegh...heegh...heegh..."
No matter how much he tried he couldn't breathe, it was as if the air became solid and refused to go past the small hole we call throat. His eyes darted around when he saw it, on the mirror at the wall was a sickly figure.
His skin was pale, almost lifeless, blood was dripping down his lips. His eyes were almost lifeless, dark bags under them made it obvious what he has gone through. His arms were covered in fresh blood up to his elbows and he had long brown hair. His hands were at his neck too. There was a huge wound on his torso stitched by someone.
"Ehh....eh.."
His nails dug into his neck as tears formed in his eyes, he couldn't keep his knees from shaking and his eyes from looking st the familiar figure. The figure was crying with tears kf blood running down his face. Everything was his fault like always, why did everything just slip between his fingers?
"Eh...ehe..."
He could see something moving around the chest of the figure before him, something was wriggling under his skin as tears of blood turned into a weird black goo before his eyes rolled back. He could see it, something trying to push it's way out of the figures chest. The skin was stretching to its limit, the sound of bones crushing was echoing in his head. He could see two distinct bulges on the figures chest before the skin ripped apart revealing nothing. There wasn't darkness inside but an endless abyss. Thousands of voices and thousands of screams echoed in the room as a figure covered the viscous goo threw herself out.
"Hey...birdie."
The familiar sound of a woman echoed in the room as her arms reached forward as if she wanted to embrace the boy by coming out of the mirror.
"Why did you kill him birdie? It was for me right?"
Her hands touched his face as she leaned forward. They followed his jawline and then wiped the tears off his face. Her hands gripped his hands on his neck and she pulled closer to kiss him.
"I love you birdie...I will always love you."
"AAARGHH!!!"
His eyes rolled back and everything went dark.
He was laying on the ground with the knife pressed st his throat. With trembling lips he cried out as if someone could hear him at the dead of the night. He cried put with hiccups stopping him once in a while as the blade pressed harder and drew blood yet he couldn't do it. His naked figure laying on the cold ground, shriveled like a leaf at fall.
"I am...so pathetic...Just why! Why did she took pity with that conflicted look? Why didn't she take everything...leave...I was dying...ehat could I have done...yet now once a miracle happened...she is gone!"
Why am I still alive?
I wish I died that day
Wish she hated me so much that she took it all
At least I would have known that she will leave everything behind
Live a new life without being tied to a corpse
I have already ruined everything
No I will fix everything, we can still leave this hole behind I just have to apologize and put it all together. It is never late for anything I just have to try hard enough. I should visit her tomorrow and the day after, I don't care how many days I have to wait one day she will open that window.