10: Anastasis and Amnésie

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"Students and soon to be's of Angelus, we greet you a very pleasant evening. Tonight, the three top elites will be the opening speech,

Let us welcome, The Pride of Crosseart and the elite's top 2, Tyrespiel Lor' Crossear!!!."

The academy's council president presented the male whose in a very sour mood, with aching muscles. Wondering why? Well, Puccha, the fox-deliberately pushed him to his limits, reprimanding him about how he will defeat the goddess's son if he can't even wield his Rank to the fullest.

Last night, that sly fox took him in his dream and pushed him into training his spiritual body saying that his enemy is no other than the destruction itself and its magic was beyond the rank of Master's.

"How will you defeat the goddess's son if you are this weak?"

"Young Master, how did you manage to passed the Warrior Rank if your limbs are this jelly?"

"Have you ever thought that Owl can even level up? Or did it ever crossed your mind that Owl isn't actually an Owl?"

Well that- totally caught him offguard, he really didn't come to a conclusion that his Owl can even take his appearance to another level.

"Op much?"

"Hoot! Hoot!"

Owl frantically flapped his wings as if trying to catch the attention of his owner which he did. Tyrespiel glance at Owl with a question mark on top of his head.

"Hoot, hoot! HoooooOt!"

It keeps on hooting like a fucking chicken twacking around its wings violently. Tyrespiel grew an irk mark and slapped the shit out of Owl-as his head turned the other way with a dramatic hoot and anime tear streaming down his face looking back at Tyres with a terrified look.

"What? D'ya think I can understand you?"

He tched. The annoyance adding to his already sour mood all the while ignoring the still dramatic Owl flocking his wings side to side to attract the male's attention again.

But failing to do so, it huffed and puffed.

'You're cute but annoying so you are annoyingly cute heh'




Arriving at the stage, he took the mic infused with magic, floating infront of him. Inhaling softly, he put a poker face and said in a steady voice.

"You must be wondering, 'why is the next category scheduled tonight?', well to answer your question, activating your ranks is much more effective at night. Especially when the second moon appears beside the first moon."

Everyone looked at the sky in awe when they saw the visible outline of two Moons of Rafael,

The first moon shining brighter than the Second one; but the second one had three stars accompanying it which gleamed each second.

They said that long ago this two moons always appear together at night but when they witnessed the Goddess's death the second moon grew distant, eventually its appearance lessened,

They were the eyes of the Goddess then but now they wandered the night sky aimlessly,

The Goddess's left eye, the first Moon ─is the symbol of bravery, authority and glory: Bravery for knights, authority for the king, glory for the soldiers who fought in the war.

And the second Moon, her right eye- it is the symbol of elegance, purity and divinity.

Whenever it appears on the 12th of February the female nobles would bathe under the moon believing that they will be blessed with beauty, immortality and be pure; and this became almost a tradition for them.

Such occasion had transformed into a culture tradition for the kingdom of Rafael.

"If you wish to walk out of this arena with weights of achievements and wonderful news to send to your families, listen to what I have to say.."




Since Roman's first mock battle ended yesterday he decided to come watch his brothers PME─ so he could gather information for future purposes, don't ask what.

"Wahhh!! My precious brother is here!!! I knew you loved me!!!"

Kaspian squealed loud enough for the audience to hear which earned him looks from the bystanders and extras around them.

Tyrespiel bow his head in shame and embarrassment, whilst Shane wheezes in the background.

Stephane and the others stayed in their chambers readying to build a prototype island for the third round except for Roux who stayed claiming to watch the match until the third category.

"First, congratulations for the passers of round 1; you may have passed yesterday but we cannot say the same today. You are knights, magic wielders, beast tamers- the generation of Miras of our Kingdom!"

Lores looked around upon stating such declaration and successfully firing up the passers with just a vague and simple speech.

"The academy would be proud to produce such excellent heroes amongst your batch; win and enjoy tonight, grace you.."

He bowed before the stage of the royalty, a custom whether there sits a royal or not, and stepped down the arena.

And the match started without further ado, and as you expected, the original male leads and Isabelle passed the first match.

She surprised the whole stadium by demonstrating her formidable prowess and strategic way of fighting.

"I may not be physically strong but when it comes to magic, heh. Prepare to meet the goddess!"

With such remarks, her rank activated- her pupils dilated and her heavy aura covered the whole stadium. Anyone who is of lower rank could feel how strong she is.

Tyrespiel watched at the sidelines with amusement oblivious to a certain Prince who stayed not to watch the PME but to admire the natural elegance and beauty of his sweetheart.

His dark impulses growing stronger day by day and he had to suppressed it. He did not want to scare the pretty male.

Isabelle took away the other contestant's vision and hearing making the male grit his teeth. With a limit of ten minutes, she dashed forward gliding atop the whirlwind below her feet.

Once close enough she jumped in the air ready to send a kick at her opponent's head but before it can come in contact she was swat away like some annoying fly.

"This.."

She was thrown across the stage with such huge impact that the stage cracked as smokes formed from it. The male opponent cackled- he lift his right hand and a swirling ball of sand formed on his palm.

"Goodness, a female opponent with wind magic and Invulnerability Rank, if it was an alchemist they would have to chant long words to even block that attack."

The confused audience soon saw a female covering herself in whirlwind as she floated just above the ground. They could see her utter shock that morphed into distress.

"Heads up, btich. I'm a Rank II in Invulnerability, Sand fragment element user. I don't plan on losing this round since I have a brother to defeat in that hunt so..,"

The male arrogantly stated with a sly smile. He had an appearance of someone who hadn't sleep for years and a long tongue hanging out of his mouth with a slit in the end like a snake's.

"And...."

His next sentence were cut off as he ran to her, a crazy smile playing on his lips.

Isabelle was too late to react when a palm connected on her chest and an additional jab on her ribs was enacted on her.

She choked when she felt her lungs stopped functioning for a minute making her kneel on the ground, a terrified look on her face as she coughs blood continously.

She inhales shakily, experiencing pain whenever she takes deep breaths. Its as if something is piercing her from the inside and squeezing her lungs.

"I don't care if you're a woman, I'll hurt you regardless."

He smirked sadistically, seeing her writhing in pain, oh he knows the pain all too well...

"That's what will happen if you misbehave."

He started creating weird hand signs and the sand fragment user's aura starts to give off a deathly aura. One that's so familiar yet unfamiliar with Tyrespiel. The user extended his palm ready to finish what he started.

Isabelle could feel all of it: the pain, the suffocating air as if she's in hell and the smell of death. She tried to manifest the wind around her, but failed miserably so she could only accept her fate like she did in the past.

'I've only been here for a week and I'm dying again😭 does god hate me so much?'

Seeing the scene, Tyrespiel decided to stepped up preventing them from further movements and announcing the male's victory while the medics took Isabelle away.

The unknown sand fragment wielder stood infront of him, a crazed look painted his face. Staring at each other, Tyres saw mischiefs dancing behind those orbs glinting red from time to time.

'He reminds me of Shan when he's planning on pranking me' , Tyrespiel thought.

"Ohh~ Master was right you have a rare shade of blue eyes, oh and your eyelashes are green, yeah he is right, you are pretty...."

The male said nonchalantly as if he didn't just see through his blindfold which surprised Tyrespiel, who is this person?, his lines are familiar.

The way he saw through his enchanted blindfold was so easy for the other male to break. The male whistled before leaning on to his shoulders whispering,

"Hmm? Ohhhh~♡My Lord is right! You are really pretty... Why do you cover such beautiful sky colored gems of eyes? How will you save the world if you are still weak?"

Dissapointment clearly written all over his face confusing the Tyrespiel as he looked over at him with an irked mark. The male had started walking away not before muttering something to him.

His eyes widened in horror and even if no one can see it they can still say by just the small gape of his mouth.

"No..."

His breath quickened before he was snapped away from his thoughts by a banshee-looking brother of his- Kaspian.





Tyrespiel's POV

The second round ended quickly than I anticipated, it's truly amazing how the male leads still shine even after defeat. There were many talented individuals who are a connoisseur of their elements.

However, I could not take something out of my mind- that suspicious boy with a slit tongue,

"What that fox said to you is very important huh? I bet he told you about the half of the prophecy....discover the half of it yourself.....

The chaos is just about to happen what you're seeing is only the beginning."

I sat at the edge of my bed, nibbling my nails anxiously. Who was he? Why does he know Puccha?

"The chosen one has arrive, with his purity he will eliminate all corruption that eats the divinity of the land.He shall replace the goddess and rule the world with his partners."

A soft whisper beside my ear and a hot breath was all it took for me to whipped my head with a horrified look. The man behind me wore a simple outfit yet emmited authority.

the son of the goddess...

"Indeed, I am."

I gasped in surprise looking over the male whose smiling fondly at me as he reached the base of my neck, caressing me with such tenderness.

'He...isn't that bad...'

The male chuckle, his raspy voice booming inside his room. He has golden eyes that had already lost its richness and a golden curly hair, some placed messily over his eyes.

"I'm sorry...If only I wasn't her son, if only you did not die....sorry..please stop me."

He pressed our foreheads together. Glancing over the handsome man with a stunned look, I did not know how to react. In fact, I don't know what to do, I can't seem to push the male away either..

"It's okay, you don't have to remember, the last fragment of your soul from the past is slowly withering. After it disappears you'll completely disconnect yourself from me..."

The seal I set upon you will break soon,

Unseen tears, heartbreak and useless memories; A villain meant to be a bad person worse than a criminal. A vile demon deserving to meet a very heavy punishment was shedding sorrows for the someone who could not remember yet this wrongdoer,

Will always remember every single thing about his person...

"A villain and a Hero can't be together- that's what my mother said, a repeated cycle. No matter what I do you always die, that is why I am willing to let you go in this life...my life in exhange of yours."

He kissed my forehead as he stared at me with those loving eyes that I just can't decipher what to do at this moment other than listen to him treat me like a lover.

"Live happily for me and I'll die for you. Ravishing you was just a wish of mine but I knew, from the moment I laid my eyes on you- that our red strings weren't tied.

We weren't meant to be... I was the one who held you so closed and locked away your faiths and took you away from them,"

A lone tear slide down my cheeks which he kissed placing me in my bed while brushing my hair with his hand. And soon, darkness welcomed me in its embrace.

The male watched Tyrrespiel as the last fragments of his past lives finally slipped away from his body. The memories that makes up the thousand years they were together, gone, as if it weighs no more significance.

"Now, I'm nothing but just a part of your history not memory. I hope you can end this misery of mine, My beautiful hero.."

And be free in their embrace; I do not have any wish to steal you away from them again,

Forgive me, I hope, when we meet for the last time in the battlefield that you will look at me once more..

He smiled sadly summoning the fifth ancient artifact. Puccha did not utter a word after she was held in the palm of the demon god but she commented when they slowly levitated from the ground and out of the premises.

"You are a monster, not capable of love. You were obsessed and attached to the kindness of his grace that you mistook it for love.."

"That may be so, but still- it was love, isn't it?"









And so the artificial bond that tied them together snapped: the youth of their love, the times they spent together, all was bound to fall and be forgotten. Their destiny had been written and cannot be altered, they fought it and thus resulted to a curse.

Two males were both stereotypes of Eve and the Devil. The demon who tempted and Eve who was tempted, both suffered the consequences of their unfaithfulness.

But She who created everything forgave the faults and the sins yet Eve and the Devil embarked on a journey to hell. She took her whip and lashed her decree 'You Devil shall face the wrath of my words, you are immortal, fallen and deprived; and you, human, my greatest creation, tempted and sinner. Face my curse that even your mother cannot reverse,

Devil, be free and roam the land without a goal in hand: You who has lost and will be always lost even after you have freed your lover, I give you eternal abandonment with no heart present. You, Devil, the creation of chaos, a siren of temptation, a vile creature- that is your name, Azazel.

And for you, my child, oh sweet child- innocent, free and ever evolving, you have fallen for the wrong lover: I will give you a gift and a curse for I adore you so. Be free, kind and resist all evil- Glauca is to be your companion, a gift. To punish you, I give you anastasis and amnésie.


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