《Infamous》


 Chapter One: Conflict Will Ensue

    Conflict is the epitome of living, and their conflict was the highlight of his day.


    ¡°I don¡¯t mean to bother you, but we need more money.¡± The woman¡¯s voice was measured, despite her obvious panic.


    ¡°I¡¯m on it. Don¡¯t worry,¡± came a soothing and determined response.


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    Zara Deltoro aka Delta. The daughter of Latin Deltoro, leader of the Takers. Far more imposing on paper.


    The backbone of a decentralized movement pitted against the Inferno Syndicate. A target. The strange thing about her involvement was the money source. He¡¯d get to that later.


    The woman on the other end sighed in relief. ¡°Thank you. We appreciate it.¡±


    ¡°Anything to progress us. Keep it up.¡±


    The call ended.


    A large amount of this money was being used to pay Whisperers to spread the good word around the depths. Using this method, they had grown significantly. He would have loved to see where this could have gone; however, a certain cousin of his wasn¡¯t happy.


    They had exercised caution, meeting in secret and paying the right people. All of that hard work only to end up dead. It was too much!


    Alexander pushed his legs against the desk, threatening to fall with his chair. He pressed a button on a rectangular device known as a cele, a bright light emitted from the gem at the top. With one final push, the environment around him changed.


    Upon his arrival in an overcompensating room, a silent ripple washed over the house. With detached fascination, Alexander watched reality and his own creation shift. A young woman¡¯s wings worked overtime while she packed. She mumbled to herself and waved her finger in the air, slightly furrowing her brow.


    ¡°Where is the elusive Delta going this time? Do you mind if I tag along?¡± His inquisitive tone was met with an extreme reaction.


    Delta hit her head on the ceiling and her eyes were wider than the sky. ¡°Daddy, there¡¯s a man in my room!¡± She cried out, bringing a smile to his face.


    Each item she threw at him rebounded or shattered upon impact. A crystal barrier protected him from the woman''s onslaught. Tearing a drawer out of her dresser, she produced a knife and wielded it with a defiant expression. ¡°I don¡¯t know who you are, but get out!¡±


    That¡¯s cute. ¡°You must have known this day would come, given your dabbling in sensitive matters.¡± He rested his head in his hand and gazed at the knife. ¡°That knife is dull, dear.¡±


    ¡°Shut up!¡± She found no success opening the window she hovered over.


    ¡°I¡¯m supposed to kill you, but I¡¯m a fan of your work. If you¡¯ll hear me out, I can help you avoid the Inferno and live.¡±


    A shriek filled the room, and she began to beat on the window. ¡°No. Let me out of here!¡±


    He continued on, speaking over her pleading. ¡°Even if I let you go, they¡¯ll send someone else in my place. Your life was already over as soon as you came across our radar, and it¡¯s time for you to accept that.¡± He inched closer to her, a hand in his pocket. ¡°I don¡¯t suggest running; you¡¯d be putting your family at risk.¡±


    He watched her slump in a corner and bury her face in her knees.


    ¡°Hey, it isn¡¯t all over. Don¡¯t you want to hear my idea?¡± He beamed down at her and she shook her head. ¡°Of course, you do. I can give you a new identity, and we can work together to achieve your goal. How¡¯s that sound?¡± An optimistic lilt evident in his tone.


    She didn¡¯t respond, and remained in her stupor.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take that as a yes.¡± Alexander swiped a finger across her forehead, leaving a trail of crystal in its wake. Seconds were all it took for them to grow and envelop her piece by piece, rebuilding in a different location.


    The knife, once a mundane item, now gleamed, taking the spotlight. From the vanity, a flurry of items were scattered on the ground, each placed to his liking. A dresser hung half open; its contents spilled out and were left hanging.


    He raised his red-tinted sunglasses after moments of gathering his concentration and slowly looked over the room. The surroundings reshaped to his desire. Details emerged from the darkness, each a manifestation. A grin played on his lips at its completion.


    One.


    Two


    Three.


    Right on cue, two were running toward Delta''s room and bursting through the door. Her mother''s horrified gasp, cut through the air. The woman rushed over to her daughter''s body, hands trembling as she reached out to cradle her lifeless form. Latin, his face a mask of panic, bolted from the room, his footsteps echoing in the hallway to summon help.


    Tragedy at its finest.


    "Zara! No, my baby!¡± Her mother''s voice cracked, gripping her fading body. Her fingers closed around the air. All that remained was a pile of bloody clothing.


    A low growl behind him caught his attention and he found himself face-to-face with burgundy eyes. These belonged to Alvoth, the creature''s dark fur blending with the shadows. Transparent and colored crystal adorned the sides of his body, shimmering in the dim light. His tail wagged around, an eyeball on the end frantically looking around. His presence brought the smell of blood.


    ¡°Finished already? Record them.¡±


    Alexander snatched a crystal from the creature¡¯s skin, and another took its place as he teleported home. The scene was fresh in his mind. He gazed at the object and repeated the process from before. Slowly, the fragment changed into a purple color, and he tossed it with a victorious smile.


    After retrieving a case from under the desk, his collection was complete. He placed his eyewear back on and glanced at the door.


    Now to attend to more interesting matters. After leaving his office, he leaned against the wall at the entrance of his living room. The light and calming colors contrasted with Delta¡¯s fidgety behavior. She stood there, rubbing her arms and peering into every corner of the house.


    ¡°How are you?¡±


    Delta jumped at his voice. ¡°As fine as I¡¯ll ever be. You mentioned giving me a new identity and helping me?¡± She backed away while he stepped close until they were inches apart. ¡°How do I know I can trust you? You work for the Inferno, don¡¯t you?¡±


    Alexander reached out to touch her hair, and Delta smacked his hand away. ¡°We¡¯ll need to get rid of it unless you want people to know who you are.¡± She watched him drag a lone chair from a corner and point to it. He whipped out a summoned knife, causing her to jump back.


    ¡°It''s for your hair,¡± he explained.


    ¡°You don''t have scissors or something appropriate to cut hair with?¡± She looked at him in disbelief.


    "You''re right. It would look better on your neck." He slowly slid the knife in front of his own, a cheeky grin on display.


    Her reaction was anticipated, but priceless. Her expression changed until she rested on a blank one. She seated herself on the edge of the chair.


    Alexander pulled her further back into the chair and massaged her shoulder.


    ¡°Try to make it even and don''t give me split ends.¡±


    "Well, I haven''t cut hair before,¡± his tone cheerful, ¡°so this will be a new experience for the both of us. Don''t move.¡± He measured her hair in one hand. ¡°Who do you admire or envy?¡±


    "Aria Barzan. She''s confident, sassy, and has a motherly vibe to her. Is there a reason you''re asking?¡± If only that were true about his dear sister.


    ¡°All in which you lack,¡± he sighed and chopped off a good portion of her purple hair, ¡°You need to change your appearance and mannerisms for this to work.¡±


    ¡°I only wanted to change the depths. Not all of this.¡± She attempted to hang her head down and was met with resistance.


    ¡°I suggest you adapt and try to think of qualities you want to have for your new identity. Your future.


    Delta remained silent and played with her hands. Alexander continued his work, suppressing a snicker when he cut a piece too short. Several minutes of cutting later, and he was done.


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    He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and cleaned up the hair on the floor. The woman stomped back out and pointed to her head with a sour expression, ¡°Look what you did to me.¡±


    ¡°We can go bald.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you dare touch me,¡± she bellowed.


    ¡°We should go.¡±


    ¡°Where?¡±


    The afternoon was young, and a pure white sky signaled its beginning. Clusters of mist, hardly visible, loomed overhead. The duo traveled through the unassuming neighborhood toward the lively city of Zedek. They entered the business district where streets were full, threatening to burst yet never falling to the pressure.


    ¡°Oh, shopping! Why are we here, though?¡± A distinct change in attitude. Delta looked up at Alexander once they entered a high-end clothing store.


    ¡°Dress the way your persona would. You had enough time to think about it.¡±


    The woman raced off, possessing shimmering eyes and a bounce in her step. Alexander watched her zoom between racks and the dressing room, seeing his sister in her. While she occupied herself with the assignment, he began his own.


    He held his hand open and a brazen journal materialized in his hand. The brown cover was durable, smooth, and cold to the touch. A new addition to a company of elders who had long-lost their strength. Although it was bland, he could forgive this as what was inside mattered most.


    Zara Deltoro.


    The following moments were spent creating an analysis of the woman. A smile remained on his face while he wrote and drew on the firm, silvery paper. Naturally, his attention shifted to other people around him. They were all skittering across the floor, taking and putting things back to improve their image. Most of them knew they could hardly afford anything yet they spent their money recklessly. All because of the reputation system that amounted to tasteless copies.


    How boring.


    Delta tapped him on the shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t turn around,¡± There was a short pause, ¡°Okay now.¡± She wore a black and white high low coat, clutching a purse in her hand and holding onto a hat. ¡°How do I look?¡± She quirked an eyebrow, paired with her serious look.


    ¡°Mature. This is the vibe you¡¯re going for?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± She responded curtly. ¡°My persona, which I named Isadore, is a proper woman with an eye for vintage,¡± she purred. Alexander felt a subtle shift in her aura; a new one made itself known. An irritating presence operating beneath her. A problem he would preserve.


    ¡°It¡¯s unique. I hardly see anyone dress like this.¡±


    ¡°Was that a compliment or..¡± she continued on, not receiving an answer. ¡° By the way, I have to inquire about your name.¡±


    ¡°Revon.¡±


    ¡°Charmed.¡± She held her hand out to him and gasped when he didn¡¯t take it. ¡°Rude.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s one more stop we need to make.¡±


    ¡°Which would be?¡± Her expression went from curiosity to offense when they entered a hair shop. ¡°You can¡¯t be serious.¡±


    ¡°Here¡¯s a tip. If you¡¯re going for an upper-class woman persona others are going to pick up, you¡¯re faking.¡± He tossed orange hair at her, and she threw it on the ground. ¡°They act in a way you might not be able to imitate.¡±


    ¡°Who¡¯s trying to imitate? I am who I am and that is who I will be. All I have to do is add depth.¡±


    ¡°Add this.¡± He tossed a short-haired wig at her and she huffed.


    ¡°You have to help me, or I won¡¯t try anything on.¡±


    ¡°What do you need help with? Just put it on your head.¡¯


    ¡°I need an opinion, genius. You are the public and I¡¯m Isadore. Get it?¡± Isadore jutted her lip out and blinked rapidly. Alexander found himself standing behind her as she looked in the mirror and adjusted the wig on her head. ¡°Why can¡¯t they see us?¡± She asked, turning to the side in the mirror.


    The others within the building sat at tables and spoke with each other, no one batting an eye in their direction. Employees walked past their table and never spoke a word.


    ¡°A little trick I¡¯ve developed. Don¡¯t think about it," he answered dismissively.


    ¡°Mysterious. Is that part of your persona?¡± Amusement shone in her eyes when she didn¡¯t receive an answer. ¡°Anyways, I¡¯ve been thinking about the Inferno and we both know they¡¯re not going to accept our idea.¡± Her tone changed, and so did the hair on her head.


    ¡°That¡¯s true.¡±


    ¡°In that case, we¡¯d need to remove them, correct?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Isadore turned her torso, smoothing the skirt. ¡°Why don¡¯t you tell me everything you know about them, and we can use that to bring them down? It¡¯d be effective.¡± The faint and irritating aura made itself known, encompassing the lady, and she was none the wiser. Geez¡­


    ¡°I only work for them, so you can imagine getting information would be difficult.¡± The lie rolled off his tongue in a matter of seconds. ¡°Besides, that method is boring and practical.¡± Isadore raised a brow. ¡°They need to suffer before they fall.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t give me the impression of a lackey.¡± Skepticism laced her voice and her eyes narrowed at him.


    ¡°I am who I am, Isa. I find it strange that you were on the verge of crying moments ago and here you are conversing with me as if we¡¯ve known each other. Anything you want to tell me?¡±


    Isadore rolled her eyes at his crooked smile. ¡°I¡¯ve adapted as you told me to, Mr. Revon. I can¡¯t dwindle in the past. Hand me another wig.¡±


    Alexander lethargically snatched a wig, causing its stand to fall, and leaned in to whisper, ¡°You¡¯ve adapted? You¡¯re telling me you¡¯ve forgotten all about your old life? Zara Deltoro will never exist again. You¡¯re a memory. How do you feel about that?¡± His lilt was measured with enough sharpness to get his point across.


    Isadore inhaled deeply and shook her head. ¡°Would you hand me my wig and stop your incessant rambling? I don¡¯t understand why you¡¯re like this..¡±


    ¡°What are you going to do if I don¡¯t?¡± A teasing smile spread across his face.


    Isadore removed herself from the seat and placed a wig on her head that was on a stand. ¡°Ah, I¡¯ve found it.¡± Isadore smiled, and she walked up to him with the most generic wig he had ever seen in his life. ¡°What do you think, or should I say, what would the public think?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re an odd woman with an odd taste in clothing, despite your mediocre looks.¡±


    ¡°And, you¡¯re a callous man who¡¯s trying too hard to be all mysterious,¡± she retorted.


    ¡°Look at us. We¡¯ve already figured each other out. Shall we?¡± He extended his arm out for her to hold, and they walked out together.


    They arrived back in his abode and he bid her to sit down while he went to take care of something. The final step in her physical transformation had begun. Alexander placed his sunglasses on his desk and grabbed a blank fragment from a drawer. He formed a connection with the floating gem, which glowed brighter. Illusions were fed into it''s core. The smaller bits, such as parameters, were tedious, albeit necessary.


    ¡°Here.¡± He tossed the gem and she examined it. ¡°This will change your appearance, but it¡¯s only an illusion. Don¡¯t lose it.¡±


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you prepared?¡± She wriggled her brows and laughed, holding the gem up. ¡°I believe it¡¯s time for me to take my leave.¡±


    ¡°Why would I allow that to happen?¡±


    Isadore rose to her feet and leaned forward. ¡°I know you aren¡¯t planning to keep me here, and I¡¯ll get far more experience in the outside world, hm? We only need to stay in contact.¡±


    ¡°Where do you plan to go?¡±


    ¡°That would depend on your plan.¡±


    ¡°If we¡¯re going to have a fighting chance, then we¡¯ll need allies.¡±


    ¡°Okay, then I will handle that. Well?¡± She placed her hands behind her back and gave him an expectant look. Alexander flicked her on the forehead, crystal deposited on her face. The house was empty of any trace of her. He teleported to the same location and observed the woman.


    They were in front of her old house, with people buzzing inside and out. Isadore gracefully averted her gaze, catching the cele he sent in the air. A sly smile was present on her lips, and she walked away with no hesitation.


    A disappointing yet satisfying reaction.


    ¡°Alvoth.¡± The creature rubbed against his arm. ¡°Fill Ramiro in on everything and tell him to follow her."


    Was this a good idea? It was too late to ponder the thought. The plan had already been set in motion. Conflict will ensue.

 Chapter Two: An Unexpected Visitor

    Getting in character was an easy task, and its necessity killed him.


    Alexander traveled down the bustling street and stared at his cele. A reminder of the impending conversation. There wasn¡¯t any use avoiding him, since he¡¯d eventually call. This fact didn''t soothe his loathing.


    He¡¯d be in and out.


    Click.


    Br-ring.


    ¡°Hey, what¡¯s up?¡± The practiced enthusiasm escaped him effortlessly.


    ¡°Hello, Alex.¡± His cousin¡¯s voice was a smooth and harmonic lie, grating against his ears. ¡°How are you?¡±


    ¡°Greeaat.¡± Alexander replied, his mind elsewhere. ¡° I¡¯ve taken care of our little problem in the depths. Do you want me to send the pictures or wait for the meeting?¡±


    ¡°Bring them to the meeting if you will. I¡¯m certain you¡¯ll ensure this doesn¡¯t resurface.¡± A pause lingered. ¡°I didn¡¯t hear a yes,¡± he sang.


    ¡°Oh, yeah, totally!¡± Alexander chuckled. ¡°I thought you were going to continue..¡±


    Strained laughter filtered through the cele. ¡°Are you busy?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m taking a little stroll.¡±


    ¡°Sounds relaxing. Don¡¯t forget about the meeting.¡±


    ¡°Come on, you know who you¡¯re talking to. I won''t forget.¡±


    Another laugh. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll see you soon.¡±


    The call ended. Whoo!


    His jacket flapped behind him as he rushed to his haven. An establishment where endless possibility manipulated the outcome. It served as an escape for those burdened with monogamous routine. Its magnificence defaced other buildings, attracting their patrons. Their money was going into a worthy cause that would further enrich the public. This haven was the Allure Casino and Resort.


    The muted smell of canium permeated through the air. The aroma was spicy yet subtle enough not to overwhelm. The charming sound of tinkling machines and shouting filled the casino. Games of chance were played without worry or limitation. He had long-lost his own infatuation with them, at least at this level. If only the world existed in this state.


    A shouting match ensued on the game floor and drew him in to spectate. The accusation of cheating, and the croupier¡¯s involvement, caused a manager to intervene. Conall strode over to the table and attempted to solve the issue. Buzzkill.


    A seeping chill made its way to his location, prompting silence in the lobby. The Zedek heat appeared to be no more than a temporary resident. Alexander glanced beside him, curiosity plastered on his face. He recognized the figure¡¯s voice once he spoke.


    ¡°This is beautiful.¡± Riley Buck uttered in a breathless manner, his predatory gaze clawing into the atmosphere. How unexpected. ¡°Excuse me,¡± Riley commanded the attention of a shocked employee, ¡°who¡¯s the owner here?¡±


    The employee fell for his guile. ¡°He isn¡¯t here at the moment, but I can get someone to call him, my Lord.¡± The figure bowed and stumbled away.


    A small smirk formed on Riley¡¯s features. ¡°Yes, go do that.¡±


    Ring. Ring. Ring.


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    The manager sucked in his breath. ¡°You won''t believe who''s here at the casino.¡±


    ¡°Who?¡±


    ¡°Riley Buck!¡± The man shrieked like a child. ¡°He wants to see you.¡±


    Alexander gasped. ¡°Seriously? Say no more.¡±


    Riley moved deeper into the casino and scrutinized every surface. His black cape never touched the floor, rearing back in disgust. He stopped in front of a custom table. He placed a finger on his chin and the manager approached.


    ¡°He''ll arrive in a moment, my Lord,¡± he bowed and remained.


    ¡°What''s this game called?¡± He pointed to the table.


    The man glanced at the game. ¡°Apex Quest.¡±


    ¡°It must be exclusive to this region.¡±


    ¡°Yes, our boss created it.¡±


    Riley¡¯s eyes lingered on the Winchester logo adorning the table. ¡°One last thing. Do these people seem to be in a trance to you? I don''t want to seem arrogant, but they''ve hardly batted an eye in my direction.¡± Oh, please. Arrogance was his accessory.


    ¡°I suppose the games are immersive?¡±


    ¡°Let''s go back. I don''t want to miss your boss.¡± Riley placed a hand in his pocket and strode away.


    ¡°Of course, my Lord.¡±


    They arrived at the entrance of the lobby and people had the gall to approach him. The vampire responded with one word answers, hardly contributing to the one-sided conversations. The speaker didn¡¯t see his sideways glance or how he gazed past them.


    Showtime.


    Riley advanced when the employee pointed to Alexander and his lips upturned. ¡°Hello. This is a lovely business you have.¡±


    Yeah. It would be a shame if someone took it.


    Alexander stared at him with broad eyes and circled around him. ¡°It really is you. The names Kaiser Lomax and it''s nice to meet ya.¡± He flourished his hand and dramatically bowed. ¡°What brings you to my humble casino?¡±


    ¡°It caught my eye when I was passing through.¡± The man had been ¡°passing through¡± for a couple of weeks, his lackeys anyway. ¡°It''s as extravagant as I expected.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m glad to hear it. Would you like a tour if you¡¯re not too busy?¡±


    ¡°Someone is waiting for me. Why don''t we make an arrangement for tomorrow, and we can talk more?¡±


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    ¡°I¡¯d be honored. Let¡¯s meet here at noon?¡±


    ¡°Yes. It was a pleasure meeting you.¡±


    Alexander pulled on the collar of his employee, who nearly followed his new source of excitement out the door.


    Alvoth, eyes on Riley. He communicated telepathically to his companion. His vision shifted as he walked to his office.


    The noble entered a diminutive carriage wearing minimal decoration. At the head stood two Albapi, their long dark fur extending to the ground. Sparks of joy filled their eyes when Riley scratched their ears.


    With his commandment, they moved through the Delight District.


    They look good.  Alvoth commented, his eyes locked on their backsides.


    Focus now and hunt later.


    It¡¯s not hunting if they¡¯re not running, he corrected.


    The carriage halted in front of a barren space filled with rubble and OptiGuards mounted around the perimeter. Only weeks ago, it was owned by a woman. Workers littered the area with materials stacked in several rows, and a group leaned over a table holding blueprints. The perfect setup.


    Are you thinking what I¡¯m thinking? Alvoth softly barked in response. Time for a little disruption, my friend.


    The beast leaped and went straight for the materials. Everyone¡¯s head turned as the binds were snapped open and metal rods, beams and bars rolled toward them. Alvoth found a target as the crew was scrambling- the blueprints.


    He snatched them up with his teeth and crystallized the paper. The carriage was gone, and the site was in shambles. The block of crystal landed on Alexander¡¯s desk and he took it, examining it as the barrier vanished. How interesting. The man was working on a club. A takeover.


    ¡°Take these home.¡± Alvoth snatched them from his hand and darted away.


    The following day, he was in the same spot, awaiting the conspirator. The clock rumbled harmoniously once a symbol glowed. Riley¡¯s presence flooded into the room, and so it began.


    ¡°You made it!¡±


    Riley¡¯s laugh was polite when Alexander jumped to his feet, wearing an overwhelming grin. ¡°Is that so surprising?¡±


    ¡°I mean, yeah, it¡¯s not everyday you get to see a noble. Let¡¯s begin the tour.¡± With a snap of his finger, they were off.


    ¡°That¡¯s true,¡± he paused with an inquisitive expression. ¡°You created a game called Apex Quest, correct? Is there more you can tell me about it?¡± Right into it, huh?


    ¡°Do you want to play it or something?¡±


    ¡°It looks appealing.¡±


    Alexander scratched his head and hummed. ¡°It¡¯s fairly simple. The entire point of the game is to survive and adapt. It can be a little more complicated, and it¡¯d be better if I showed you. Want to play?¡±


    Riley¡¯s answer was swift. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind, I¡¯d rather continue with the tour. Who¡¯d you get to publish it?¡±


    ¡°A friend. Do you have a lot of board games where you¡¯re from?¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re a prime pastime, but I prefer physical activities.¡± He continued when Alexander tilted his head. ¡°Like riding or practicing my shooting, which I¡¯m horrible at,¡± he ended flatly before frowning. "That smell. Where is it coming from?"


    ¡°Oh! You¡¯ll love this.¡± An open door led into a bar that was operated by a sentient plant stationed behind the counter, where people were seated and placing their orders. Some were playing games for special drinks, and others roamed the garden near the bar.


    Riley went straight for the latter, grabbing a flower by its stem. He sighed once he smelled it. ¡°I didn''t expect to see a part of home here. Where did you get these?¡±


    ¡°Someone does the ordering for me. You''ll have to ask them. Anyway, there''s more to see. We have a spa, workshops, competitions, and a lot of other stuff.¡± He counted each point with a finger.


    ¡°I don''t understand why I haven''t heard of this place before.¡± Riley remarked, a hint of skepticism present. That was for a good reason.


    Despite the intense cold he brought, Riley was burning with questions. A number of them were about the casino and its operations. Each question held a motive to reach his ultimate goal of gaining information. They couldn¡¯t find anything on him, and now they had become aggressive. How fun.


    ¡°This is my favorite floor.¡± They halted in front of two red doors, and he searched in his pocket. ¡°And, by far, my most expensive.¡± Alexander twirled the key around and opened the door. Before them stretched out, a hall spanned in different directions. A red color filled the bare section of the building.


    ¡°Wow. It¡¯s¡­empty.¡±


    ¡°Well, yeah, but no! This is what I like to call our escape or engagement floor.¡± He closed the door behind them and snapped his finger. Their surroundings shifted into a humid forest. Small animals rushed past them in clusters and wind blew in their faces. ¡°On this floor, markers have been placed to produce authentic illusions. You¡¯ll be able to sense everything as if it were real.¡±


    ¡°I''ve never seen this type of technology,¡± Riley stooped to touch grass on the ground, ¡°at least not on this level. It must be the reason it cost you so much, no?¡±


    Wrong. The technology was pathetic, and he had to upgrade it.


    ¡°Exactly. I know it isn''t a traditional form of entertainment..¡±


    ¡°It''s very creative.¡± Riley mumbled, seemingly lost in thought.


    Alexander snapped his finger. ¡°Why are you here in Zedek, if you don''t mind me asking?¡±


    A muffled "vacation" escaped Riley''s lips.


    ¡°In that case, let me show you around the city. You can''t leave without seeing Zayn¡¯s River.¡±


    ¡°I don''t want you to go through the trouble. My friend here promised to do that with me.¡± Who could that be?


    ¡°Oh.¡± Alexander sheepishly laughed and rubbed his head. ¡°Do you still want to continue? There''s a lot here, so we can do this later if you want."


    ¡°Good idea. I don¡¯t want to take up your time. I¡¯m sure you¡¯re a busy man.¡±


    ¡°Uh, yeah, but it isn¡¯t a problem.¡± Alexander followed him all the way out to his ride. ¡°You can visit anytime you want or even stay. There¡¯s plenty of room and fun for everyone.¡± He extended his hand and glanced at a group of people pointing at them. How opportune.


    Riley looked at his hand with a hesitant expression. A person from the group pointed her cele in their direction and Riley shook his hand.


    ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± He quickly let go, although it was too late. Riley entered the carriage and people watched as he departed. Alexander waved and shouted at him, further contributing to the connotations.


    This would prove interesting.

 Chapter Three: A Risk or Opportunity?

    Nothing compared to his tyrannical family.


    Alexander was one of seven seated within an expansive room arrayed with decorative objects, carefully aligned to ward off the emptiness that might prevail. Adorning the table was a swirling emblem, holding importance within the organization. The room was barely lit, yet he could see each of them clearly.


    At the head of the table was Matisse, his cousin, who had called earlier. He methodically placed a crystal inside the half-open cryoscope, scanning every detail. Dossiers towered to his side, already read. They had been sitting in silence for a while, watching his every move.


    This man was too slow to be young.


    ¡°Sooo, why are you hanging out with a noble?¡± The youngest asked, mischievousness present in his eyes.


    A sharp shush was thrown in their direction, only to fall on deaf ears.


    Alexander peered over his sunglasses. ¡°If you truly believe that, I suggest you adjust your senses.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s all over the visions. There are pictures of the two of you being all chummy.¡± The man spat, folding his arms. ¡°Everyone thinks there¡¯s something going on.¡±


    Council members stopped watching Matisse and tuned in to their conversation.


    ¡°You don¡¯t need to act na?ve if you want to know something,¡± Alexander explained in a condescending tone. ¡°He wanted a tour and I gave him one. The rest came with the package.¡±


    He wasn¡¯t satisfied with the answer, and implored further. ¡°Are you sure that¡¯s all you gave him?¡± The man leaned forward, struggling to keep his crazed look to himself. ¡°You didn¡¯t give him any information? I hope you¡¯re not turning on us. That¡¯d be scandalous.¡±


    No comment.


    ¡°Shut up, Declan.¡± A monotonous voice called out from beside him. ¡°You mess around too much.¡±


    ¡°I was joking. There¡¯s no need to be defensive unless¡­¡± A taunting smile spread across his face.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough, Delcan. I can¡¯t say I¡¯m shocked you¡¯d say something like that, but it¡¯s equally out of line.¡± Matisse closed the cryoscope, his eternal smile present. ¡°Please control your tongue. I don¡¯t believe any of you would do that, so why talk about it? Let¡¯s go see the others.¡±


    The eldest rose from the table, his earrings swaying with his movement. His white and gold robe contrasted with the blackened floor beneath. Embellishments swung from his horns that had been recently polished. Showoff.


    They walked through an extensive hall that stretched throughout the building. The council room was isolated, and the walk was pointless. Matisse¡¯s slow pace made it all the more agonizing. The chain attached to Alexander¡¯s belt jingled, providing a break in the overbearing silence.


    ¡°I¡¯m onto you,¡± Delcan whispered, moving past him. Alexander chuckled at the child¡¯s behavior.


    Chairs more uncomfortable than the last stood before them, and a table long enough to accommodate their number. They were placed slightly higher, giving a commanding view. His grandfather sat among the regional managers and rose when the council arrived.


    Alexander tuned out the routine speech, as many others did. Everyone seated themselves after Matisse and the meeting commenced.


    One by one, each occupant stood and went over their reports for their region. They would have been done if Matisse didn¡¯t insist on asking questions. His attentiveness was a respectable and annoying trait. The folders were passed to the appropriate council members for further review.


    ¡°Wow!¡± Declan¡¯s outburst shattered the atmosphere. ¡°The family¡¯s doing great financially. It¡¯s sad; it won¡¯t be that way for long.¡± A sorrowful sigh escaped him, as if the world weighed down on him. What a troublemaker.


    An agitated sigh was discharged beside Alexander. ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it obvious? Riley Buck¡¯s gonna try to take Alexander¡¯s casino. Why else would he be around him?¡±


    ¡°Are you seriously bringing this up right now?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s the perfect time to bring this up. We can discuss a solution. Any ideas?¡±


    ¡°He has a point. They¡¯re notorious for taking over entertainment districts and taking down competition .¡± Matisse¡¯s father pointed out with a stern look. ¡°Usually it¡¯s through blackmail, but they can¡¯t find anything on you. The next step would be through a partnership.¡±


    Matisse slammed a folder shut and gazed at Declan. ¡°Okay, let¡¯s talk about that. How do you plan to deal with this, Alex? It¡¯s your business.¡±


    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t mind a partnership. It could increase our profit to further benefit the family.¡±


    ¡°Or we¡¯ll all end up living on the streets wearing cheap clothes.¡± Delcan chimed in, ignoring his cousin¡¯s intense stare. ¡°You could destroy our family.¡±


    Alexander rose from his seat and addressed the room. ¡°Tell you what. If he does happen to offer me this partnership and it does fall through, then I¡¯ll give up my seat on the council.¡± Several members raised their eyebrows in surprise, and others scoffed. ¡°I¡¯ll also pay back everything lost.¡± Declan suppressed his snickers by covering his mouth.


    ¡°You¡¯d be better off leaving it.¡± His uncle advised, worry etched in his expression. ¡°It¡¯s too risky.¡±


    Someone as simple as him couldn¡¯t begin to understand the magnificence of risk. He was too busy chasing, power and the tail of his son.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take the chance. You are aware they have legitimate partners, right?¡± He placed a hand in his pocket.


    The older man looked at him incredulously. ¡°You believe you can make that small percentage?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± He grinned ear to ear, earning a chuckle from the man.


    ¡°I accept your proposal, but remember your end. It might be your business; however, the family could be affected. Any objections?¡± Matisse¡¯s eyes moved across the room and none answered. ¡°Alright, you¡¯re all dismissed. Thank you for attending.¡± Matisse waited until the managers left to speak again. ¡°Declan. You stay with me. The rest of you can leave.¡±


    Alexander ruffled Declan¡¯s hair and whispered in his ear, ¡°Have fun, little bastard.¡±


    Declan stuck his tongue out at him as Alexander treaded toward the door. This meeting proved to be more eventful than the last. A key in his pocket was tossed from hand-to-hand while he traversed around the building. A set of stairs and a short walk later, he arrived at the door hub.


    The outline of the room was covered in doors. They had symbols posted above and distinct designs etched onto them. All represented separate countries within Valine. He used his key to turn the lock on a black door that was replaced by a green light. As he stepped through, he found himself in a similar room. The next set of doors was by district and city. He used his key to walk through the door, emerging in Zedek. Books were a temporary surrounding before he teleported home.


    With his life in constant motion, it was no surprise that he had to attend another meeting. This one proved to be more intriguing than usual, due to the timing and host.


    A local conglomerate of businesspeople was seated within a restaurant nestled in the city core. Zayn¡¯s River, a famous landmark, cut through the city and traveled for miles. Its fiery substance smoldered beneath the bridge and vessels passed under.


    The restaurant¡¯s climate was filled with an overwhelming aroma, clinking noises, and too many conversations to learn from. The sensory overload prompted him to numb a select few. He came across mellow conversations at his destination.


    ¡°Hello, everyone. How''s-¡±


    His sentence was interrupted by an excited man. ¡°No time for formalities. Take a seat and listen.¡± The man stood and posed in a cheap suit.


    ¡°There¡¯s no need to be rude, Baston.¡± An older woman scolded him, a frown forming on her face. ¡°Why did you call us here? You made it seem like some big emergency.¡±


    ¡°It is!¡± The man stood and slammed his hands on the table. ¡°He could affect all of us, and his name is Riley Buck. We''re all gonna go out of business with him around.¡±


    ¡°What''d he do to us?¡±


    Baston facepalmed. ¡°It''s what he will do. All he has to do is build, and I know he isn''t here for the scenery.¡±


    ¡°Can you get to the point,¡± a man in a blue suit asked.


    Baston''s eyes met his own. ¡°Their usual plan is to take the most successful business. They''ll get rid of any competition and take over the area in one swoop. Kaiser here is the popular one,¡± he gritted his teeth, ¡°and he''s been hanging around him.¡±


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    Was that jealousy he detected or an astute observation?


    The occupants looked between the two of and a buzz went through the room.


    ¡°He¡¯s part of the same family of predators, and we''re targets.¡± He motioned with his hands as he spoke. ¡°Unless we band together and keep them out.¡±


    Alexander spoke up. ¡°Assuming you''re right about this, how do you know he doesn''t have other ways to take over? I''m sure you''d have contingency plans in place.¡±


    ¡°It''ll decrease the advantage he has. Taking over or not, he''s going to use you. Are you too naive to see that?¡±


    ¡°I''m aware of the family''s reputation and what could happen, but I''m not making a decision based on assumptions.¡±


    Batson¡¯s face contorted into a canvas of bitterness. ¡°I don¡¯t know why I bothered. Riley shouldn¡¯t have a problem pushing you out of the way. You¡¯re a soft and selfish man, Kaiser. This district will fall, and it¡¯ll be your fault.¡±


    A sharp pressure embraced his body and diminished when Baston along with his posse, left.


    ¡°Maybe he has a point,¡± the same woman suggested, ¡°I don¡¯t like assuming the worst about people..¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re all forgetting one important fact. He¡¯s a noble!¡± A sluggish man wiped his hands on his pants. ¡°He can do whatever, whether we like it or not. Let¡¯s wait and see what happens.¡±


    They continued to debate about the subject and a ringing sound followed. The occupants watched Alexander answer the phone, an unreadable expression on his face, and respond with a few words: ¡°I¡¯ll be there.¡±


    He left money on the table and darted to his next location. Baston had a point about Riley, but it wasn¡¯t enough to change his mind. Riley awaited inside his office, sitting in front of his desk.


    ¡°You must be here to continue the tour.¡±


    ¡°No. I wanted to talk about a serious matter.¡±


    Alexander treaded lightly toward his seat and sat down. ¡°What would that be?


    ¡°A partnership. Have you considered it?¡±


    Alexander glanced around the room. ¡°Uh, no. Are you offering?¡±


    ¡°Yes. There''s potential in this place. I can help you expand and gain a diverse clientele. What¡¯s your answer?¡± Riley looked at him expectantly.


    The pitch was mediocre. Other than that, the answer was yes.


    ¡°You can¡¯t spring this on me and expect an immediate answer.¡±


    Riley tapped the arm of the chair and rose. ¡°You have a point. I expect a definitive response tomorrow.¡± The bastard flashed a tight smile at him and left the room.


    How was his club progressing? He needed to check on that.


    He would have been more surprised if something hadn''t happened.


    The Allure''s interior was in chaos. The carpet wailed as it was being ripped from the floor, each thread squealing in anguish. The wallpaper clung to the wall, its patterns reduced to nothing. The furniture fought against its captors, attempting to dismantle them.


    It was a massacre.


    Riley stood in the center, conducting with an authoritative air. His easy smile faltered, his eyes constricting ever so slightly.


    ¡°Riley, what in Valine is going on?¡± Alexander screeched. ¡°Please don¡¯t tell me you have something to do with this.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s where you¡¯re correct, and I¡¯m doing all of this for a reason. Believe me when I say this will help the Allure.¡±


    Aw, what a hero! ¡°That doesn¡¯t matter. If you haven¡¯t noticed, I own this too. You can¡¯t do all of this without consulting me. What happened to communication?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re right, I should have asked.¡± He stated casually. ¡°Do you want to hear my plan?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve already tore my business apart, so why not?¡± He shifted his weight and folded his arms. ¡°Let¡¯s hear it.¡±


    Riley clapped with a triumphant grin. ¡°Our business. We¡¯re going to renovate the Allure and host a reopening event. Apex Quest is going to be introduced to the global market, but we¡¯ll need to tweak it.¡±


    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°No one is into long and drawn-out games anymore.¡± That statement was detestable. ¡°We need a game that¡¯s shorter and equally, if not more, immersive.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re wrong. It¡¯s fine the way it is,¡± he affirmed.


    ¡°It won¡¯t make it on the market.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t care. I¡¯ll handle my game the way I want to,¡± he paused, ¡°and the interior.¡± If he let Riley manage it, the entire casino would be dark. Boring.


    The temperature dropped. ¡°As you wish, partner.¡±


    Zedek became cooler and a flurry of tourists rushed into the region, signaling the end of renovation. An idiot would have considered this a coincidence. Riley had been stalling the renovation in order to progress his own, making up excuses as to why it was taking so long. After weeks of this, Allure was finally open to the public, along with his club.


    The Allure lived up to its name, drawing in household names that filled the casino to the brim. They brought money and opportunity, only accessible through impression. They hail from separate districts, regions, and countries. A testament to Riley¡¯s large web of connections and influence. Alexander doubted whether he knew everyone on a personal level.


    Their secrets were blinding to the eye and outshone their expensive garments. The perception they crafted was cracked and tattered. They gambled away, not for entertainment but to be seen and heard. It¡¯s the exact reason they bothered to show up. Every bet placed was a power play, and money was wielded like a weapon. His casino had become a battlefield for the elite to experiment with. The winners would stake a claim and return. The latter wouldn¡¯t bother and would seek another territory.


    It was honestly the most amusing thing he had seen all week.


    Riley mingled with the people and kept a strict check on the itinerary. He, too, was at risk since his family name was. If this didn¡¯t go the way he planned, their reputation would take a hit. Oh, the devastation that could incur.


    The night proceeded, and the time came for Riley to make his announcement to the world. The man was verbose and eventually got to the point. They were partners. Alexander approached the stage and had to wrestle the microphone away from him.


    ¡°Hello, everyone. My name is Kaiser Loxmax and I want to thank all of you for attending.¡± And, unlike Riley, he¡¯d get to the point. ¡°Today¡¯s theme is about growth, and what better way to demonstrate it than by including the community that helped me grow?¡±


    The crowd nodded in agreement and murmured in approval. Riley¡¯s face twisted into a frown.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know where I¡¯d be without them. Around the Allure, you¡¯ll see booths of the local businesses you should visit,¡± he declared, his eyes alight with excitement. ¡°You don¡¯t want to miss out on the chance to play games and win amazing prizes.¡±


    The crowd erupted into applause; however, he wasn¡¯t done.


    Alexander strolled across the stage and pointed to the crowd. ¡°I want to invite all of you on our journey of continuous development and lifting the people around us. No one arrives at success alone, and it¡¯s something I believe we all can relate to. That¡¯s it, and thank you once again.¡±


    Riley¡¯s frown deepened as Alexander bowed and beamed at the crowd. He tensely strode toward him and cleared his throat. ¡°That was certainly something. Would you mind telling me when you planned this because I didn¡¯t see it on the schedule.¡±


    Alexander tilted his head in confusion. ¡°I talked with your assistant, and she said she told you about it.¡±


    Riley peered at him through his eyelids. ¡°She didn¡¯t. I wasn¡¯t informed about any of this, and I never saw any of these booths. No one did.¡±


    ¡°Oh. Sorry.¡± Alexander rubbed the back of his neck.


    ¡°I think I see what¡¯s happening. You did this to get back at me, didn¡¯t you?¡± His face twisted into a smile, while his eyes blazed with simmering irritation and amusement.


    ¡°I did this to increase our reputation and include everyone. It¡¯s not all about you,¡± he shot at him.


    ¡°You¡¯re right, it isn¡¯t. Next time, speak to me directly before changing anything. Enjoy the party, Kaiser.¡±


    A smirk formed on his face as he watched Riley prance away. What a wonderful party.

 Chapter Four: Bold Display

    There was something wrong with this demoness.


    She had accomplished much without guidance, as if it were second nature. It wasn¡¯t. Something or someone guided her. Its presence lurked beneath the surface, subtly controlling her. Its aura bled into the ambiance, tainting it.


    Ramiro sought out Revon¡¯s mind, and the search didn¡¯t last long. The difficult part was getting inside. He held the key, but the entrance had been moved. The man didn¡¯t make the task any easier, purposely avoiding contact and placing obstacles in his way.


    You¡¯re a real piece of work. Ramiro deadpanned upon gaining access.


    A smooth and monotonous voice responded. I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.


    Isadore¡¯s back in Mointin, and she¡¯s not alone.


    Oh, yeah? That¡¯s interesting.


    She¡¯s being controlled, and I don¡¯t know by what or who.


    I figured something along those lines. Keep watching.


    Why wasn¡¯t that surprising? He knew about the threat and chose to ignore it. This being was subtle for the moment, but what if it stopped? What if it completely controlled her? What if it caused her to act against and endanger Revon? If Ramiro didn¡¯t look out for him, no one would.


    Mentalists were the worst, and this one was powerful.


    His focus returned to the scene in front of him¡ªMiss. Isadore Montague, brunching with Cremia and Katar Ludove. They were nestled inside a room where four men were present with glistening weapons. All located in an underground tunnel, swarming with her minions. She raised the fine glass to her lips and motioned her head toward their cups.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to take a sip?¡±


    Cremia clenched her brother¡¯s hand and inched closer to him, imitating his blank face.


    Isadore hummed and placed her cup on the table. ¡°I went through all the trouble making this for you, and you won¡¯t even drink.¡± She pushed Katar''s cup toward him. ¡°Go on. It''s delicious.¡±


    She flinched when Katar swiped the murky substance away. Glass shattered onto the floor, staining it with the mud mixture. His glare was strong, rivaling the strongest metal in Valine. A blade was pressed against his throat.


    ¡°You won''t. Not unless she tells you to. Drop the act and put it down.¡±


    Cremia''s grip tightened.


    ¡°I knew this would happen one day.¡±


    Isadore motioned to the man and he sheathed his weapon. ¡°What do you know about your father''s business?¡±


    ¡°As much as you do. That''s why you''re here.¡±


    ¡°That''s hard to believe. You are his son.¡±


    ¡°I only know the bare details. That''s it.¡±


    ¡°I don''t want to keep you here,¡± Katar scoffed. ¡°Let''s hope your father is willing to be more helpful than you.¡±


    ¡°If anything happens to my sister, I¡¯ll find everyone involved.¡±


    Knock. Knock.


    ¡°If you¡¯ll excuse me, I must attend to my other guest. The boys will take care of you in my absence.¡±


    Cremia embraced Katar and he massaged her head. ¡°What did daddy do now? What business is she talking about?¡±


    "Don''t know, but I know he better do something about this.¡± Katar melted the wall with his intense stare.


    The door clicked behind her, and she turned to her escort. The man went the extra mile and carried her in his arms. ¡°The floor¡¯s dirty, and we don¡¯t want you ruining your dress or shoes,¡± he explained with a sheepish grin.


    Isadore chuckled, a hand covering her mouth. ¡°That¡¯s sweet of you, Oz, but I¡¯m more than capable of walking.¡±


    ¡°I insist."


    Ramiro shook his head at the display. What was this? A drama? Romance? Ugh.


    They arrived at what appeared to be a central point within the tunnel system. In the middle of this point stood Sine Ludove, a robust man fidgeting with his tie. He unrhythmically tapped his foot on the ground and ceased when Isadore approached.


    Tendrils of darkness manifested and stretched across the walls, whispering to Ramiro fervently about a presence. His eyes settled on a corner of the room. The shadows swirled with intensity and alertness.


    A cloaked man stood there, his face looking between a relay book and the gathering in front of him. He was separated from the rest in his own existence. He wrote with maniacal precision, reminding him of Revon. The man was a spy, and he wasn¡¯t with the Inferno.


    ¡°Mr. Sine Ludove. It¡¯s a pleasure to meet you. I understand this is most unorthodox and sudden, but with your cooperation, everything will proceed smoothly.¡± Her teeth were on display for the room to see. ¡°Do you understand?¡±


    ¡°Give my children back!¡±


    ¡°Tell me about the Inferno, Mr. Ludove. How do you operate? How many people are in the Inferno? If you give me this information and more, I can assure you that your children will be returned safely.¡±


    Ludove''s confident stance faltered. ¡°I can¡¯t tell you that."


    ¡°Why is that?¡± Isadore¡¯s gaze sharpened.


    Mr. Ludove furrowed his eyebrows. ¡°I just can¡¯t... I don¡¯t know a thing about any of it.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t believe that.¡± Isadore¡¯s volume increased. ¡°I do not want to threaten you, but you¡¯re making this hard on yourself and your children. You will tell me everything you know.¡±


    ¡°They¡¯ll kill me,¡± Mr. Ludove exclaimed. Fear etched on his face as he stumbled backward into a looming lackey.


    ¡°They? Who''s¡ªyou work for the Inferno, don¡¯t you? You¡¯re not the leader.¡± Isadore pursed her lips when Ludove furiously nodded. ¡°What¡¯s your position? You must be highly ranked to have all this power.¡± Her pace was steady as she walked toward him. ¡°I understand the Inferno is powerful,¡± her gaze and tone soft, ¡°and they have a firm grip on you. Don¡¯t you want to be free? We can help you. We¡¯re not afraid.¡±


    ¡°You will be. They¡¯ll kill us both.¡±


    ¡°Here are your options. Would you rather your children perish today or you later?¡±


    A thoughtful look transitioned to submission on Mr. Ludove¡¯s face. A figure darted away and returned with a recording device, ready to capture the moment in its fullness.


    ¡°What is your role within the Inferno Syndicate, Mr. Sine Ludove of Mointin?¡± Isadore¡¯s voice rang out with conviction.


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    ¡°I work for the Inferno Syndicate as their representative. I don¡¯t have any power other than what they¡¯ve given me.¡± The words came out as if they were heavy on his tongue.


    ¡°What do you do as their representative?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m their watchman. I enforce the laws they¡¯ve created for the depths and report any strange occurrences.¡±


    ¡°A figurehead. Are you the only one?¡±


    ¡°No. There¡¯s¡­¡± The interview concluded with a plethora of questions answered, leaving more in the air. The cloaked man tucked his worn book into his satchel, every movement meticulous and relaxed. The recording device was momentarily left unattended and provided the man with an opportunity. The shadows watched in admiration, reaching out to the kindred spirit.


    The cloaked figure opened the closed compartment and snatched the crystal from its grasp. The next step was his great escape, which was equally impressive. He maneuvered around people as if he were swimming in water.


    ¡°Thank you for your help, Mr. Ludove. Go fetch his children and give me the crystal.¡±


    ¡°Uh, Miss Montague? There¡¯s a problem.¡± A nervous woman voiced. ¡°It¡¯s not here.¡±


    Isadore¡¯s head snapped violently in her direction. ¡°What? This had better be a joke.¡± She marched over to the device and peered inside. ¡°Where is it? Find it now!¡± Everyone bumped into each other to carry out the order.


    Ramiro tasked the shadows with observing the events taking place and sought after the thief. A passage opened to him, and he peered through the hidden realm. The man¡¯s legs were in constant motion and his eyes were looking beyond the immediate.


    A quick stop behind a building, and he was transformed into a posh gentleman. He walked into a mid-sized building with the name ¡°Mingling Merchants¡± on the front. People on the inside were dressed similarly, tipping their hats at each other and haggling over items. A clash of personality and style.


    What an interesting group of people.


    On the second floor of the building, the man knocked on a door. ¡°It¡¯s me, Cosmo.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, come in and close the door.¡± A man invited with a heavy accent. The voice didn¡¯t match his youthful face. ¡°You got it?¡±


    ¡°Yessuh.¡± He chucked the crystal at him. ¡°They didn¡¯t know what hit em.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s my boy! You have no idea how much this girl¡¯s gonna do for us.¡± The man¡¯s eyes were alight with joy. ¡°Be prepared for tomorrow.¡±


    Ramiro reached his hand out through the darkness and grabbed the crystal. Cosmo was none the wiser, having been temporarily blinded to his interaction.


    Wisps of black inched out of the gemstone, forming together and sealing the transformation. The newly formed illusion was complete when he closed his hands around it. The murky color was replaced with a shining exterior.


    The fake was placed in Cosmo''s greedy hands.


    A subtle change made him pause and the crystal shot out of his hand. He knew the entity behind this. It''s image flickering in and out, taunting him. Each time he neared, a foreign barrier sprung up. Ametaur.


    With a swift motion of his hand, the abyss cleared in different directions. The presence of Alvoth no longer concealed.


    Who did this wretched creature think he was? He was better suited as a coat, serving someone else¡¯s existence.


    Revon''s voice cut his annoyance in half.  Want to fill me in on the crystal?


    Ramiro explained the events that had taken place and kept a close eye on Alvoth.


    Aren''t you curious about Cosmo''s plan?


    He''s obviously going to extort the Inferno.


    True, buuut there''s no reason we can''t use that to our advantage. Watch him. I want to learn more.


    Why don''t you get your ugly sidekick to do it?


    I didn¡¯t know your self-esteem was that low. Wanna talk about it?


    With you? Yeah, right.


    What are you implying?


    You¡¯re shady.


    Hah! If you think I¡¯m bad, you should meet the family.


    That¡¯s where you get it from. Anyway, I¡¯ll keep you updated.


    The creature who replaced him was lurking within the small room. They both shared one assignment: surveillance. Nothing more than a cheap ploy to amuse Revon. He wasn¡¯t in the mood to humor him as he usually did.


    An Inferno agent sat across from Cosmo with a journal in hand. The whirring noise from a cryptic box played steadily in the apartment.


    ¡°Why don''t we start with the reason you called us? You didn''t specify in your request.¡± The man''s voice was unnervingly cheerful.


    Cosmo¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°I believe Ludove and his family are in trouble. During an outing, one of my members saw an unfamiliar group walking through the Depraved¡¯s territory. It didn''t make sense, since they''re territorial.¡±


    ¡°Unfamiliar? How do you know they weren¡¯t new recruits?¡±


    ¡°I make it my business to keep an eye on everyone in this city,¡± Cosmo responded cryptically. ¡°They weren¡¯t new. Anyway, this group met up with Favela''s men, and they walked to this tunnel. That''s when my guy saw Ludove and his family surrounded by members of the Favela¡¯s and their partners.¡±


    The agent jotted everything down with practiced efficiency, seemingly unfazed by the explanation.


    ¡°Why didn''t you try to help? You could have rounded up your people.¡±


    ¡°Because the Inferno is a better fit for this. You''d be able to take them out better than I can, and I don''t need the psychopaths after me.¡±


    ¡°Can you describe them to me in as much detail as possible?¡±


    Where did Alvoth go? To think that Revon depended on a beast with a short attention span. Then again, the creature took on its master''s traits.


    He found out why he had left when he managed to locate him.


    ¡°First, you all lose my crystal, and you¡¯re telling me you¡¯ve misplaced three whole people?¡± Isadore massaged her head and let out a frustrated groan. ¡°I need better help.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t blame your shortsightedness on them. You need to be prepared for anything. Besides, the last part was my doing.¡± Revon interrupted, startling Isadore, who nearly slapped him. An expansive barrier stretched across the tunnel, causing Ramiro to move closer.


    ¡°Wha- what are you doing here, and what do you mean ¡®your¡¯ doing?¡±


    ¡°Due to surveillance and whispers on the street, I¡¯ve found out many interesting things that we can use to our advantage.¡±


    ¡°How?¡± she asked flatly.


    ¡°Cosmo Couture is going to use that crystal you lost,¡± a teasing smirk played on his face. ¡°To extort the Inferno in order to expand or gain resources. Before that can happen, he has to get the other reps out of the way. It¡¯s fortunate he¡¯s made it easy for us to wreak havoc on Mointin.¡±


    ¡°Oh, no! You aren''t coming here and throwing around orders.¡±


    ¡°Do you want Inferno gone or not? This is how we¡¯re going to do it, and we¡¯ll have fun. I¡¯ll take care of everything.¡±


    ¡°I did not agree to this.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯d leave this tunnel as soon as possible.¡± Revon began to walk away. ¡°The Inferno will do a thorough search. Wait for me on the outside of the city.¡±


    ¡°Do not walk away from me!¡± Isadore called out and placed a hand on her hip.


    Ramiro assigned a shadow to track Isadore and trailed behind Revon. What was he planning?

 Chapter Five: An Attack

    Ives and Kyo Favela were in a predicament.


    Beyond their decadent territory, where every interaction led to a fight and every corner was piled with various belongings, the brothers were face-to-face with Inferno members. Had their past deeds caught up to them?


    Several people of interest were lined up in the room, exuding a distinct aura yet sharing a sense of dominance. Their sharp and penetrating gazes sized up every corner of the room. Though not his primary objective, their presence suggested they would be obstacles.


    The amount of force was necessary, since the Favelas were known for their destructive abilities and tendencies.


    A towering man stood with his feet apart, arms folded across his chest, the expression on his face serious. ¡°I won''t ask this again. Where is Ludove?¡±


    Kyo responded first. ¡°And, we won''t say this again. We don''t know!¡± Ives held his hand up and Kyo huffed.


    ¡°You¡¯re coming with us, and your gang is on lockdown.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re not going anywhere!¡±


    ¡°Stop it, Kyo. We¡¯ll come with you peacefully,¡± he said, giving his brother a pointed look. ¡°Search wherever you''d like because we have nothing to hide. If this does turn out to be wrong, which it will, are we getting recompense?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s the last thing you should worry about.¡±


    Leave and keep moving. He commanded Alvoth.


    Alexander rested his body against a wall in Ludove¡¯s penthouse. Every surface was covered in jagged crystal. The people within the penthouse were unaware of the display hanging above them. A single command would cause it all to be brought down. How thrilling, indeed.


    Hey, what are you planning to do with the Ludoves? Ramiro asked, slipping inside his head with ease.


    I can¡¯t allow them to roam around.


    Then, what? And don¡¯t give me a vague answer.


    They¡¯re not going to die if that¡¯s what you¡¯re worried about.


    Death might be a better alternative.


    Alexander casually slid his hands into his pocket and hastened out of the penthouse.


    You¡¯re too dramatic. I don¡¯t have time to talk about a variable I¡¯ve taken care of.


    Before Ramiro could get a word in, Alexander had booted him out of his mind. He should have known how this operated. He was supposed to be this intelligent being, after all.


    Amore Blaise, a philanthropist and representative of the Inferno, was the last piece. Her manor was situated outside the city in a lush environment. It functioned as a refuge for broken and needy individuals to recover.


    Women walked around obliviously chattering, forgetting the reason they were there. The speckless floor crunched beneath him, leaving traces of his power that spread.


    A familiar sensation enveloped him when he walked further inside. Nosy women leaned against a door, listening to the conversation. Several people were present inside, one of them being his second-favored cousin.


    Amora''s pleading voice emitted from the door. ¡°Can I at least give everyone an explanation? They''ve already seen you.¡±


    ¡°Sure, let''s go.¡± His cousin responded, earning a sigh from her.


    ¡°I meant alone.¡±


    Alvoth, are you done? I need you.


    I¡¯ll help on one condition. You let me initiate the fun.


    On my order.


    Yeeess.


    Alvoth laid beside him, looking up with a mischievous glint in his eyes.


    I''ll take Amora and you''ll cover the room. After I''m done, take her to the rest.


    What about the others inside?


    Don''t touch them.


    Alvoth dashed into the room that became a canvas. Each move contributed to the large masterpiece they were crafting. The eye on his tail solidified into a projectile, which was launched at Amora. She was teleported upon contact.


    Show off.


    ¡°What the-¡±


    ¡°Where did she go?¡±


    The shattering sound brought him relief. Shards danced around the room in a bold display of force and destruction. Light streamed into the room as the sound of crumbling became louder, along with shouting. The others fought against the wave instead of embracing its unpredictability. A lazy smile played on his face as he got to his feet, taking in every detail of the chaos. The crystals scratched at his face with undiscriminated intensity.


    The confusion died down, and his excitement along with it. A recognizable sense of emptiness dawned on him with ruthless vengeance. A look of deflation replaced his smile. The moment was gone, and he had nothing to grasp. He needed more.


    People fought to free themselves from the wreckage incurred. Fear and confusion were evident in their energies, although he couldn¡¯t bother himself with them. Dust fell into his eye as Alvoth moved the debris. The creature nudged him with his snout, causing Alexander to shove him.


    We need to meet Isadore.


    He rose upright, and Alvoth shoved his paw into his chest, growling in his face. His unflinching eyes met Alvoth¡¯s. With a frustrated snort, he walked away. Alexander followed him in silence, gathering his composure for the journey. His arms hung loosely to his sides, and he walked at a deliberate pace.


    Isadore and her crew were located outside the city, waiting for him. She stormed toward him. ¡°What did you do? I heard explosions and saw several buildings collapse.¡±


    ¡°You need to go to Plaso.¡± She raised her brows and leaned back. ¡°That¡¯s where the Aitken Clan is. They¡¯ve long resisted the Inferno¡¯s rule and hardly operate within it. Encourage them to join or at least support the cause. I¡¯ll clean up here.¡±


    ¡°Aren¡¯t they nobles? How could I possibly convince them?¡±


    ¡°The clan loves receiving gifts, and you¡¯ll give them some. Use these to get there.¡± He placed a bag in her hand filled with sul stones. "Don''t, under any circumstance, go to the palace until I give you the sign.¡±


    ¡°Can you tell me what the sign is?¡±


    ¡°Believe me, you¡¯ll know.¡±


    I¡¯ll remove traces of them. You release that recording and follow Isadore when she¡¯s done. Everything is as we discussed.


    Mmm.


    Mayhem in Mointin.


    A popular headline that had circled around in Valine. It was impossible to talk about it without mentioning the missing people and the destruction. Matisse wasn¡¯t interested in theory or speculation.


    ¡°What happened in Mointin? Would anyone care to explain?¡± Matisse¡¯s voice rang out to his cousins, beckoning one of them to answer. His measured voice contrasted with his sharp gaze that shot through each of them.


    Moshe, the cousin who was in Mointin, rose from his seat with a tired expression on his face yet steady. ¡°The group the Favelas are allegedly working with set themselves against us. We¡¯re still working through the fine details.¡±


    ¡°Allegedly?¡± Declan asked with an intrigued expression.


    ¡°Cosmo¡¯s a spectacular liar. We¡¯ll need to continue interrogating him.¡±


    ¡°Is it impossible to believe the Favela brothers were looking for a more lucrative business partner?¡± Every eye turned in his direction. ¡°Imagine owning a business and not being able to expand because your partner is stingy. They sought out people who could be able to help them and took a chance.¡±


    ¡°That theory would only make sense if they¡¯re working against us. Why would they continue to deny their involvement, knowing the consequences? Besides, our spies would have reported anything suspicious.¡±


    ¡°The last time I checked, your spies were in Mointin, and they¡¯re not exactly the most experienced.¡±


    Moshe folded his arms and snorted, shaking his head.


    ¡°Maybe Cosmo helped and turned on them,¡± Declan added to the confusion.


    ¡°Enough speculation.¡± Matisse silenced the room. ¡°We need facts, and we won¡¯t get them sitting here. Intensify the interrogations; do whatever you need in order to get to the truth.¡±


    ¡°Right.¡±


    Matisse made eye contact with Alexnder and another, shaking his head as everyone made an exit. He rested his elbow on the arm of his chair, causing his sleeve to descend down his arm. ¡°A number of our businesses were destroyed, but the accuracy is concerning. Ludove didn¡¯t have that kind of information, and that¡¯s why I believe there is an insider, possibly a group.¡±


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    Got him.


    Casper, sitting near Matisse, spoke up. ¡°There aren¡¯t many people with access to that information.¡±


    ¡°That should make your search easy. I want you both to create profiles on the people with access and monitor anyone who might cause suspicion.¡± Done.


    ¡°Why do you need both of us for this?¡±


    ¡°You are the family manager, and Alex has a knack for finding information.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s unfair to leave Moshe alone with the investigation? The man¡¯s busy all the time, and Alexander scarcely has to be around his casino.¡± Casper reasoned.


    ¡°I can do both. We need to get to the bottom of the recent incident.¡± He needed to make sure Moshe found out the truth. ¡°I¡¯m much more talented in this field anyway. He¡¯d only slow me down.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m right here.¡± Casper clenched his jaw, annoyance creeping into his voice.


    Alexander casually flicked his sunglasses. ¡°An assignment of this magnitude isn¡¯t suited for someone who¡¯s been idle as you have. Leave everything to me, Matisse.¡±


    Casper jumped from his seat, sending the chair skidding back. ¡°I don¡¯t think you know who you¡¯re talking to. I can do my job and yours without any effort!¡± The sycophant proved to pull through when he was most needed.


    Alexander arose from his seat, leaning in with a sly grin. ¡°Is that a bet?¡± His voice, barely above a whisper, taunted Casper.


    ¡°You bet it is.¡±


    ¡°In that case, here¡¯s the deal. I¡¯ll help Moshe with the investigation and you¡¯ll handle the profiles. If you ask for anyone¡¯s help during this time, you lose the bet, and you¡¯ll owe me a favor.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s weak. The winner¡¯s responsibilities will be transferred to the loser for a week, who will acknowledge the winner in public. We¡¯ll throw in the favor for extra stakes.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not messing around. Challenge accepted.¡±


    ¡°Prepare to brutally lose,¡± Casper declared in a strong voice.


    ¡°Suuuree.¡±


    Matisse chuckled. ¡°I¡¯m glad we have this sorted out. I¡¯m not against competition, but don¡¯t let it get in the way.¡±


    Win or lose, this would be interesting. Moshe was gone; however, he knew exactly where he would be. A quick deduction and scouting expedition led him to their facility in Zedek. The building was built into the mountainous landscape, blending in seamlessly. An extra measure was an OptiGuard system placed around the domain.


    All of this security to safeguard Inferno''s prisoners. It was funny that they had any at all. Sentinels lined the entrances and checkpoints, searching anyone who went in or out. The hallways were tight and constricted, adding to the unpleasantness.


    Moshe was inside a secure room, along with an unkempt individual. Zok. The man¡¯s golden hair lay in disarray, refusing to follow any order. His tie draped around his neck mocked the formality of the meeting, and his clothes were slightly wrinkled. A last minute clean up. It didn''t matter, as he stood out like a wilted flower in a groomed garden.


    His entrance sparked this mystery person to conduct his own examination. Moshe leaned back in his seat, previously hunched over paper.


    ¡°How nice of you to join us, Alexander.¡± A faint smile curled on Zok¡¯s face, his voice possessing a gentle and drowsy tone. ¡°I know you''re wondering how I know your real name and how much more I know.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s nothing to wonder about.¡± Alexander¡¯s eyes trailed over to Moshe. ¡°I hope whatever you do know won''t bite us in the ass.¡±


    ¡°Zok''s been helping me for years. He''s good.¡± A fact he was aware of. Any details further were hidden from him, indicating Zok was nameless.


    ¡°Yes, these sorts of things are fascinating to me." The man switched languages during the sentence. ¡°Sorry bout that. It''s a curse. Did you understand any of that?¡±


    ¡°Can''t say I did. When are you beginning the interrogation?¡±


    ¡°We got it covered.¡± Moshe responded.


    ¡°That''s not what I asked.¡±


    ¡°It''s what you needed to know.¡±


    ¡°This entire act was orchestrated by people who have it out for the Inferno. The representatives,¡± he paused and sighed heavily. ¡°Were caught in it to cause confusion. I don''t understand how you didn¡¯t see that.¡±


    Alexander tilted his head.


    ¡°Think. The representatives are all gone, and the Inferno has suffered. This will help them with their objective¡ªto take out the Inferno. Your theory could be correct, and Favela¡¯s did work with them. We won''t know unless we dig.¡± The man sighed once more and rested his head on the table.


    ¡°We''ll begin with Cosmo. No use asking Ives or Kyo anything.¡± Moshe rose from his seat and walked toward the door.


    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t say that. Once we get to the truth, they might be able to offer something pivotal.¡±


    Moshe led the pack directly to the room Cosmo was held in. It resembled a woman attempting to win a pageant. The room was coated with luxury and decoration, with a goal of its own.


    ¡°I have an idea. Why don''t we let Alexander handle this one? It''ll be a task for him to understand me and..." Zok cast a glance of apology at Moshe. ¡°You¡¯re too assertive. And he¡¯s like the cooler version of you.¡± There was an underlying implication with his suggestion, but whatever. This worked in his favor.


    A look of understanding crossed his face as they stared at each other. ¡°Fine. You wanted to help. Here¡¯s your chance,¡± Moshe quipped.


    ¡°What makes you think I can do it?¡±


    ¡°Everything else has failed. Might as well.¡±


    Cosmo reclined on a sofa, sipping a beverage beside him. His body was composed, and his expression was neutral. The man¡¯s head swiveled when the door opened. ¡°I¡¯m not telling you anything unless I¡¯m guaranteed to leave.¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that something? The common criminal makes demands of us.¡± Alexander sat across from him. ¡°That¡¯s what you were before you began to work for us, and look at you now. Biting the hand of your nurturer.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t need the Inferno.¡±


    ¡°You might not need us, but you need someone. You always will. The funny part is that your friends got away, and here you are reaping the consequences.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m prepared to deal with them.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re prepared to slip past them and unfortunately, that isn''t going to happen. We both know you¡¯re clearly not the mastermind behind this, so tell me who is.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not telling you anything unless I¡¯m granted assurance.¡±


    ¡°What do you want?¡±


    ¡°I want you to guarantee the safety of me and my associates.¡± Yeah, right.


    ¡°Ah, let me guess. You¡¯re thinking you can rebuild your business and recruit your crew, eh?¡±


    Cosmo¡¯s jaw clenched and he exhaled.


    ¡°What you¡¯ve done is considered treason, and do you know the punishment for treason? The best I can do is promise the safety of your members, assuming they¡¯re not directly involved. Didn¡¯t I tell you it was impossible to slip past this?¡±


    ¡°If that¡¯s the case, then why should I tell you anything? I lose in the end.¡±


    ¡°Oh, I see. And here I was thinking you¡¯re the embodiment of selflessness.¡±


    Cosmo reached for the glass and regained his composure. ¡°I wasn¡¯t working with anyone.¡±


    ¡°Of course you¡¯d say that. They ditched you.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s the truth. I left out details when I was talking to an agent.¡±


    ¡°Explain the story to me from the beginning.¡±


    ¡°A member did see Favela¡¯s men roaming around with those people. The thing is we only saw Ludove and this woman wanting to get information from him in exchange for his children. They were recording the audio, and we snatched the crystal.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s the name of that member?¡±


    ¡°Cruz Reed.¡±


    ¡°Is he the only one aware of this information within your group?¡±


    ¡°Yes. And there¡¯s another thing you people keep accusing me of. Sending out copies of that recording. I hid that crystal somewhere, and it was gone when I went to get it. They must have been watching me.¡±


    ¡°You aren¡¯t as sneaky as you think, huh? Cruz was at the site when all this happened, right?¡±


    ¡°As far as I know.¡±


    ¡°If we find out, you¡¯re lying-¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve told you everything I know. Anyway, what about my assurance?¡±


    ¡°Still on about that. If we can verify everything you¡¯re saying is true, what you¡¯re looking at is a ban and disbandment of your crew and business.¡± Assuming Matisse was in a merciful mood.


    ¡°Have you traced my steps? You¡¯ll see I didn¡¯t leave Mointin, none of my boys did, and I don¡¯t have the power to do that on a large scale. It¡¯s as obvious as my good looks.¡± Eye roll. ¡°A clean slate. That¡¯s something..¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t count on it.¡±


    Alexander left Cosmo to contemplate. Zok was sleeping on the table when he returned to the room. His presence riled the man out of his slumber.


    ¡°Hey,¡± he yawned. ¡°Good job. Moshe went to verify that information.¡±


    ¡°Figures.¡±


    ¡°I get the feeling you¡¯re an integral part of this.¡± He tilted his head. ¡°Are you?¡±


    ¡°Obviously, I am. You¡¯d be an idiot if you couldn¡¯t tell.¡±


    Alexander flashed a smile and strode out of the facility.

 Chapter Six: An Alliance

    ¡°Out of every place we could dine, you chose an arena. Why?¡± Isadore¡¯s hum traveled through the night air. Their table was tucked under a tower, overlooking the arena. In the center of the expanse, a fight raged on the shining floor. The performance of violence echoed throughout the structure.


    ¡°You can¡¯t beat the view here, and don¡¯t you enjoy the extra space? To top it all off, there¡¯s plenty of entertainment.¡± Alexander gulped vinium and sighed in contentment.


    ¡°You have a point, but I didn¡¯t expect this.¡± Her eyes flickered to the lower part of the stands. Her henchmen waited in silence, taking in the fight below them.


    ¡°That reminds me of something,¡± he said, sliding his empty plate across the table and propping his elbow. ¡°There¡¯s a subject that needs our attention.¡±


    Isadore stopped abruptly, her utensil fixed in the air as she lifted her head. ¡°Go on.¡±


    ¡°They know you¡¯re going to gather allies and have made sure to monitor anyone who might join. Fortunately for us, they¡¯ve made a mistake. The scum of the depths will do well in assisting you."


    ¡°Won¡¯t we need people with power at some point?¡±


    ¡°A subtle approach is more effective. You have plenty of resources from the clan.¡±


    Isadore nodded, staring at him with vacant eyes. That¡¯s when he had an idea.


    ¡°You are a fascinating person. In order for this to continue, you need to stop hiding.¡±


    Isadore laughed, an expression of bemusement on her face. ¡°What are you talking about?¡±


    He moved closer and grabbed the surprised woman¡¯s chin. ¡°I¡¯d rather talk to the one who truly makes the decisions. You could say it¡¯s¡­ a matter of preference.


    Her eyes lit up in realization and she reared back. ¡°This dinner is over.¡± She huffed, snatching her purse. ¡°Good night.¡± She sharply gasped when Alexander gripped her arm.


    ¡°Be very careful with how you proceed from here. It¡¯s life or death after all, and I might not be around to help you.¡±


    The woman shook the cryptic warning, marching away to her posse.


    A flapping sound pulled his attention above. His sister, in the form of an animal flailing, was transforming. Her body shifted, her limbs elongating with audible cracks and fur receding into her skin, until she finally landed on the backrest of the chair. It leaned back dangerously before settling in place.


    ¡°Whoo,¡± she exclaimed with a wild grin. She adjusted the headdress as she properly took a seat. ¡°Is all of this for me? I¡¯m touched that you thought about me at all.¡± Arya rested a hand on her chest and her face softened.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t.¡± With a thought, the food vanished, along with the fighting below them. ¡°It must have been nice to entertain the thought.¡±


    ¡°A loving brother would have been too much, wouldn¡¯t it? I¡¯m not here for your stupid food anyway.¡± She produced a codex scroll out of her sleeve, complete with a vessel, and handed it to him.


    "Why didn¡¯t you bring a crystal? I can work with those,¡± he said, opening the blank scroll. ¡°You¡¯re joking.¡±


    "I didn¡¯t bring any dust, either. Oh, and by the way, that cost me a ton so...¡± She held her hand out toward him. ¡°Pay up.¡±


    "Mind explaining what''s on it?¡±


    Arya retracted her hand and rolled her eyes. ¡°Information regarding people who are part of a rebellion in our family. It¡¯s been going on for a while, but I didn¡¯t want to tell you anything until it was organized. It took a lot of precious time and money." She hummed and tapped the table with her hand, glancing at him occasionally.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have any money and besides, why would I pay you for an unfinished job?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s waiting for you to complete it. Why would you want something given to you? Something you can¡¯t unravel or decipher for yourself. This is an investment in discovering the unthinkable. A path into a journey filled with mysteries. Denying this opportunity would be admitting defeat. Do you fear you¡¯re not equipped for this quest?¡±


    ¡°Have you considered becoming a Whisperer? Persuasion is their specialty." Alexander tossed money in the air, prompting Arya to snatch it. ¡°You¡¯d make money and go on adventures.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s a good idea. Ah, I¡¯m already getting ideas for a story,¡± she sang.


    ¡°You¡¯re a strange one.¡± He rose from the table. ¡°Pleasure doing business with you.¡±


    ¡°You aren¡¯t too normal yourself, Mr.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t want to be, darling.¡±


    The sound of flapping became distant as he stared at the scroll. The usual options to reveal its contents were expensive and time-consuming. It¡¯s fortunate he knew a shortcut. It was always good to know people who bought in bulk.


    On the second floor of an unsuspecting house lay a lab. Stored inside were a plethora of ingredients, only one of which he needed. A healthy woman, who worked for the Inferno, was murmuring to herself and writing in a journal.


    Alexander cleared a counter and placed the scroll on it. Scanning the shelves, he grabbed an orange-colored jar and a brush. The lid popped off, releasing a pleasant aroma. On the back of the lid was an insignia that he had breached. Cursing under his breath, but wearing a smile, he dipped the brush into the serum. The scroll was coated until the words were visible.


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    Everything was returned to its original position, and he watched the woman. Estella, her brilliance overshadowed by the past. In a calculated move, he flicked a bottle from the shelf. The woman inched into a corner and her voice trembled as she looked around the room.


    ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± She weakly called out, clutching her chest. ¡°I have a weapon and I will use it.¡±


    Trauma. It could leave people in shambles and vulnerable to the world around them. Wielded by the right person, it would become a weapon. A weapon he had yet to grasp.


    The real test has begun.


    And you are the chosen one


    The tale of a family where love is thin


    Only one can truly win


    Clues are scattered all throughout


    Hidden jems in places of doubt


    Each poem secrets are clear


    Whispers enough to smear


    Alexander skimmed through the poems, deducing that each was talking about a rebellion member. Within them, she exposed the location of the crystals she hid. How thoughtful.


    There was one he saved for last, as he didn¡¯t want to go there at all. In the city of Elorida, depression and workaholism collaborated. The buildings frowned down on their inhabitants, and he didn¡¯t blame them. The city had a way of consuming anyone who entered. The people were indifferent to this outcome and went on in melancholy. They chased a manufactured ideal of success that would never fulfill them. A waste of time and life.


    Moshe¡¯s office was located in the middle of the trash pile. The sensation of water became stronger the closer he got. The building was filled with somber expressions and tired eyes. Their shoulders were worn, having lost all effort to stand firm. Even so, whenever a client walked in, a fa?ade covered up their wear, even their bodies, following an unrelenting schedule.


    A perfect example of the reputation system in full effect. Moshe¡¯s office was among the larger ones within the firm. A crystal was buried in a plant stationed in a corner. Moshe walked into the office, as anticipated.


    He closed the door and walked to his desk. ¡°Is there a reason you¡¯re in my office?¡±


    "Are the rumors true?¡± Alexander remained standing against the wall, his hands in his pockets.


    ¡°What rumors?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re leading a rebellion in our family. Not a very impressive one, either.¡±


    Moshe¡¯s face twitched, but he smiled. ¡°Yes.¡±


    "You admit it? Just like that?¡±


    Moshe inched closer to him. ¡°Because it¡¯s not true, but I thought I¡¯d humor you. Move.¡±


    Alexander watched him rummage through the file cabinet. ¡°This is no laughing matter. What¡¯s better is that I have evidence, and it¡¯s right here.¡± He waved the crystal around in his hand.


    "Why didn¡¯t you tell Matisse?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t know. Maybe I wanted to see you squirm before turning you in. Maybe I¡¯m testing you, or maybe I¡¯ll do the job myself.¡±


    Moshe raced toward him, and attempted to grab the crystal. Alexander maneuvered away from the attack, leapt over the desk to kick it toward him. The sound of shattering wood filled the room upon impact. In a flash, Moshe grabbed him by his jacket, and pulled him into a grip. They ended up on the floor as their struggle went on.


    Moshe clearly didn¡¯t believe this was a game, as he did. One touch was all it took. His arm exploded, following a short-lived tingling sensation. For a moment, searing pain shot through his arm, causing him to shiver. Blood lingered in the air, along with skin that was plastered on the furniture. Moshe vehemently crushed the crystal.


    ¡°What is wrong with you?!¡± The bloody stomp on his body mended at rapid speed. ¡°Why are you doing this? We have everything.¡±


    ¡°You can¡¯t be that superficial.¡± Moshe wiped his face, and scowled at the sight of the blood. ¡°We¡¯re no different from those representatives. It can all be taken away, and you know that.¡±


    ¡°And you want to rebel against the family because you want real power?¡±


    ¡°No, idiot. I didn¡¯t ask to be born into this cursed family where my every move is monitored. I want a normal life, and plenty agree with me. Now get out. You¡¯ve made a mess in my office.¡± Moshe fixed his clothing in front of the broken mirror.


    Alexander peered over his shoulder. Can I join?¡±


    ¡°Are you dead serious right now?¡±


    ¡°I wanted to know about your motivation, and now I do. Enough to deduce we can work together.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t buy it. How do I know you won¡¯t spy for Matisse?¡±


    ¡°Why would I spy on you when I could send someone else? Besides, I hate the guy.¡±


    Moshe blinked and rapidly shook his head. ¡°Ironic.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to believe me. Only know I¡¯m an ally to your cause.¡± Alexander turned on his heel and opened the door.


    ¡°Did you orchestrate the attack in Mointin?¡±


    ¡°If you¡¯re bold enough to ask me that, you must have evidence.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a hunch.¡±


    ¡°One that isn¡¯t your own.¡±


    ¡°How¡¯d you come to that conclusion?¡±


    ¡°A hunch.¡± Alexander closed the door and silence overtook the room. ¡°You¡¯re right. I orchestrated the attack. This is where our goals coincide, and we work together to achieve them. That won¡¯t happen without the Inferno gone. You know that, right?¡±


    Moshe held his silence, his face adorned with a distant expression.


    "I¡¯ll make this next part easy for you. Dedicating the rest of my life to this family isn¡¯t enticing. I¡¯m not interested in a normal life per se, but a different one. Our family isn¡¯t the most flexible when it comes to that.¡±


    ¡°Do you have a plan,¡± Moshe asked quietly.


    ¡°We need to break them from the inside and outside. Matisse already suspects that someone is working against him. He¡¯s beginning to peek into people¡¯s lives, looking for any confirmation. We¡¯ll need to frame someone with current influence who served on the council.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m guessing you have this person picked out?¡±


    ¡°Yeah. It¡¯ll take me a moment to arrange everything.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m willing to work with you, although it¡¯s disturbing how keen you are about this."


    ¡°You should follow my example if you¡¯re serious about this. Be careful."


    Alexander exited the building and twirled the crystal in his hand. Moshe was going to be pissed.

 Chapter Seven: The Market

    It was a struggle to find a comfortable position on the plush bed.


    The hotel room was filled with imitations of quality items. The golden curtains and gleaming wood were enough to deceive. Using other senses, it was easy to deduce that the material wasn¡¯t pure. A different breed of criminal thrived in plain sight. They didn¡¯t kill or steal, but subtly manipulated the masses. All their actions within the law. Criminals that would never be caught.


    Casper occupied a table in the room and maintained a look of disbelief. He occasionally shook his head and clicked on the cyroscope. ¡°I can¡¯t believe Diego would do this.¡±


    ¡°Enemies are often closer than you can imagine.¡±


    ¡°I know, but still. It¡¯s Diego! Are you sure this information is accurate?¡±


    Alexander''s sudden appearance nearly caused Casper to tumble out of his chair. ¡°You¡¯ve sat here for at least an hour analyzing this, and you have the audacity to ask me that? Why wouldn¡¯t it be accurate? Do you take me for an ametaur. I¡¯m not the one you need to question.¡±


    Casper cleared his throat and stood firm. ¡°You¡¯re right, I...¡±


    Alexander waved him away and collapsed on the bed, closing his eyes.


    ¡°I¡¯ll get this to Matisse, and this doesn¡¯t count as help since it was a serious matter.¡±


    The door clicked, and he was left alone for a few moments. His eye jolted open to see a flash of color from a bird.


    A swirling portal formed under him, causing him to fall in. His senses heightened, and the surroundings came into focus - his childhood home. In an expected face off, he stood, locking eyes with his scheming grandfather.


    The older man clutched a scepter in his head, ready to assault someone with it. His white mane hung short at his neck, once flowing beyond its current limit. He didn¡¯t bear the semblance of a usual grandfather, one of certain warmth and gentleness. His eyes were full of mischief and indifference, sweltering together. Hyacin gazed down at his grandson with a wide smile.


    Alexander adjusted himself on the couch. ¡°A call would have sufficed.¡±


    The colorful bird landed on Hyacin¡¯s shoulder and cooed. Its head moved around, peering at him.


    ¡°Look at you. All business and no fun. On top of that, you¡¯re ugly.¡± His youthful and raspy voice filled the room. The bird squawked in agreement.


    ¡°Is there a direction this conversation is going, or are am I here for you to insult me?¡±


    ¡°I can do both, and tastefully, might I add. It¡¯s been awhile since we¡¯ve spent time together, and I miss you.¡± Hyacin touched his chest and an earnest smile faded as Alexander laughed at him.


    ¡°You expect me to believe that? Seriously?¡±


    ¡°I know I can be mean, and it¡¯s only a defense to hide how much I love you.¡±


    Alexander rose from the couch and distanced himself. ¡°Okay. Stop it. You¡¯re creeping me out.¡±


    ¡°Fine, maybe I don¡¯t mean all that mushy stuff, but I truly do miss our outings. You used to be my sidekick.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, you¡¯d kick me in the side and say I¡¯m not trying hard enough.¡±


    ¡°Look at you now.¡± He held his hands out toward Alexander. ¡°Thanks to me, you¡¯re not a complete disappointment!¡±


    ¡°Where are we going?¡±


    ¡°The Market of Erebos. Today, the moon will rise and there¡¯s something I want to buy..¡± It was possible the man had other plans, although he wouldn¡¯t find out unless he went along. A purple void opened behind Hyacin, who flashed a smirk in his direction. ¡°Follow meee¡­¡± With a deliberate slowness, he stepped into the beckoning portal.


    The streets of Wuthon were crowded with vampires and demon kind alike at the annual event. Sidewalks transformed into bustling markets possessing wares tempting the passbyers. The streets were a playground to travelers and otherwise. Their eyes darting for treasures to purchase or, sneak away under the cover of lively chaos.


    Security loomed, a formidable presence amidst the festivities. Their weapons gleamed, eyes sharp and alert for any sign of trouble.


    A sly smirk made its way to Hyacin¡¯s face. ¡°Are you involved with anyone?¡±


    ¡°Really?¡± An expression of distaste crossed Alexander¡¯s face at the question and his current environment. It was too crowded.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t I watch Riley and you can search for love? That¡¯s what takes up your time, correct?¡±


    ¡°Pass.¡±


    Hyacin scoffed and shook his head. ¡°You can¡¯t be my grandson. When I was your age-¡±


    ¡°We both know you were never my age. You were born a senile and lonely man.¡±


    ¡°Just because you¡¯re older now doesn¡¯t mean I won¡¯t knock you out.¡± Hyacin reminded him in a sweet manner. ¡°Oh, and speaking of Riley, did you know he struck up a deal with Baston?¡±


    Their conversation halted, and like a seasoned hunter, Hyacin thrust his hand in front of Alexander. His gaze was locked onto a booth as if it were a wild creature.. The booth displayed a blue-hued jam, drawing in a line of people. ¡°We should have come earlier. Look at those sons of beasts.¡± Hyacin spat out with an icy stare, his eyes shifting to a fierce shade of purple.


    A portal manifested in the booth, taking the jams with it, and none were the wiser until after. Two jars descended from a portal above, and Hyacin tossed one to Alexander and snatched utensils from a nearby stall to eat with.


    ¡°He¡¯s only using him to compete against me. If that doesn¡¯t work, it¡¯s another business he controls.¡±


    ¡°You shouldn¡¯t be dealing with him to begin with, but enough business.¡±


    ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be funny if a fight broke out? It¡¯d be a war all over again.¡±


    A commotion ahead of them caused congestion in the market. As they neared, he felt the exasperating presence, but Isadore¡¯s wasn¡¯t mixed in. Elias Le Wren, the son of a partner with the Inferno, was in a hassle with the locals.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t we all take a moment to calm down? You¡¯re accusing me of something I didn¡¯t say.¡± His red eyes were filled with feigned concern as he raised his hands in a placating gesture. His top hat was tilted to the side, covering the blonde braided hair fixed in a ponytail.


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    ¡°How can you stand here and lie? Several people heard you call me an imp,¡± a distraught demon pointed out. ¡°All I¡¯m asking for is an apology.¡±


    Among the crowd of murmurs, a strong voice spoke out. ¡°I didn¡¯t hear anything. You people are always making up stuff.¡± A vampire called out from the crowd.


    ¡°You people?! That¡¯s rich coming from a blood sucker. You¡¯re no different from an animal.¡±


    Security remained on the sidelines, watching the brewing conflict. Someone would need to throw a punch before they¡¯d interfere, and it¡¯s what they were counting on.


    Hyacin pushed through the crowd and his voice rang out. ¡°What¡¯s the problem? You¡¯re all slowing down my commute.¡±


    ¡°He bumped into me and called me a lowly imp under his breath. My friends heard it, too.¡± She explained, motioning to them. ¡°That was disrespectful, and all I ask for is an apology.¡±


    Hyacin turned to Elias, glowering down at him. ¡°Is that true?¡±


    ¡°This is a case of misunderstanding, and I assure you I didn¡¯t say that.¡±


    Alexander, against his better judgment, hit a vampire in his face. This sparked a chain of accusations and actions that led to a fight. Elias insisted on being tracked as he scurried away from the uproar. He ended up in an alley, murmuring expletives.


    Alexander stood in front him. ¡°Woah, it¡¯s crazy out there. What happened?¡±


    Elias jumped back with wide eyes. ¡°Don¡¯t do that!¡±


    ¡°My bad. You looked lost and-¡±


    ¡°A couple of ruffians are going at it, disrupting the peace.¡± Elias dusted off his clothing and adjusted his hat. ¡°I¡¯m ready to leave this wretched country.¡±


    ¡°That-¡±


    Elias began to circle him while he ranted. ¡°I can¡¯t stand demons. You prance around like you hold dominion over all. The war is over, yet you cling to your delusions. Wuthon should have been ours, but Emperor Zayn wanted peace,¡± Elias spat out with a scowl on his face. ¡°And, now we¡¯re forced to suffer in the presence of you haughty creatures.¡±


    A piercing force stabbed at the mental boundary of his mind, an annoying and futile endeavor. With each attempt, the vampire¡¯s confidence wavered.


    ¡°I see you know a bit of history. How charming. Wouldn¡¯t it be interesting if let¡¯s say another war began, and we could truly see who would win? That would be exciting.¡±


    ¡°How-¡±


    ¡°The war never ended. It only simmered down, but I don¡¯t agree with your stance on demons. We¡¯re the superior ones. You were bested by one, after all.¡±


    Elias remained in the same spot, his mouth struggling to form a sentence. Alexander knocked his hat off and continued to walk past him. He couldn¡¯t say he was surprised, but the revelation was intriguing. This was who he was working with. He couldn¡¯t wait to see how this would evolve.


    ¡°Where have you been? You missed all the action.¡± Hyacin picked up a piece of fruit and inspected it.


    ¡°Something needed my attention. I¡¯m sure you witnessed enough for me.¡±


    ¡°Haughty Hyacin! I never thought this day would come.¡± The arrival of the new voice turned their heads. This vibrant, fresh personality was garbed in an outfit similar to that of a jester. His hair was in sync with his attire, accompanied by a huge grin on his face. "How many years has it been? Three hundred and sixty-seven?"


    Hyacin¡¯s composed demeanor shattered the moment his eyes landed on Kace Winchester. A mixture of emotions emitted from the man as his eyes went feral. ¡°What part of ''I never want to see you again'', don¡¯t you understand?¡±


    ¡°I was fine with the proposal until I remembered you owed me money. Five hundred asain to be exact.¡±


    ¡°What?! When?¡±


    ¡°Remember that game of snap we played, and you cheated?¡±


    Hyacin folded his arms. ¡°I''m not paying you back because I didn''t cheat.¡±


    ¡°It''s amazing how selective your memory is.¡±


    They went back and forth, bickering and hurling insults at each other.


    ¡°I''ll pay him on your behalf,¡± Alexander offered.


    Kace snapped his head toward him. ¡°Hey, you look like Stephen.¡±


    ¡°Yes, he''s my father."


    Hyacin facepalmed.


    ¡°That¡¯s perfect! If you don¡¯t want to pay me back in money, I¡¯ll take it in blood.¡±


    Kace¡¯s arm wrapped around him, pulling him away from Hyacin. He flung his hat to the ground, resulting in a sizable hole. He leaped and cackled all the way down, causing Hyacin to jump in after him.


    They landed on what appeared to be a floating island. Overhead, a circular object resembling a moon with the same wide grin as Kace''s could be observed in the sky. A profound, dark blue stretched above them.


    Kace clapped his hands once, and the surroundings began to change. Shadowy structures began to appear and form a shape. He coughed manically and spoke. "As the playing field is being built, let me clarify the rules of the game."


    Hyacin smacked Kace across the face with his scepter. The man''s neck extended upon impact. "Let us out of here, you bastard," Hyacin demanded as the gap between Kace''s head and body increased. How was he able to use magic?


    His head snapped back in an instant. ¡°Since you refuse to pay me what¡¯s rightfully mine, you will help me test out my latest creation.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯d rather spend time with my sons," Hyacin commented bitterly. Damn.


    ¡°We¡¯re already here. Let¡¯s hear him out and it could be fun.¡± Alexander encouraged, and Hyacin seethed, walking over to Kace.


    ¡°I¡¯ll play this game, beat you, and when this is over, I don¡¯t want to see you again. I mean it this time.¡±


    ¡°Sure,¡± Kace chirped. ¡°Ready to begin?¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s get this over with.¡±

 Chapter Eight: The Ge-Yun Game

    Who was this character?


    A figure stood before them, wearing a modernized version of Kace¡¯s outfit. Half his face was covered by a mask and his dark hair protruded over it. An unnatural smile donned his face, mirroring that of Kace. He approached the game master with a subtle sway in his gait.


    His voice was a mix between a whisper and growl. ¡°Can I play? I haven¡¯t played with anyone in sooo long.¡±


    That was enough for Alexander to conclude that he wasn¡¯t to be trusted. He was perfect.


    ¡°And we both know the reason behind that.¡± Kace responded sharply. ¡°This game is strictly between me and Hyacin.¡±


    ¡°If I may interrupt,¡± Alexander said, addressing Kace. ¡°Mr. Winchester, you¡¯re missing an ample opportunity to test your game. You¡¯ll have a varied experience with multiple players. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll need more in the future, assuming no one else has played.¡±


    Hyacin responded as Kace hesitated. ¡°He¡¯s on your team, Winchester. Now let¡¯s get this over with, so I can leave.¡±


    The structures from before formed a lengthy and high wall, donning a scoreboard that hung above.


    Kace cleared his throat, taking a position in front of it. "The Winchester¡¯s have-¡±


    Hyacin cut in with a brusque interruption. ¡°Can we skip to the important part?¡±


    ¡°Uh, no! It¡¯s all about the presentation, my friend. Anyway, my family has dedicated their lives to provide the best games. Over the years, we¡¯ve evolved, but I want to push boundaries. Traditional games are fun, but they¡¯re confined to a single space. I spent months pondering about this issue and that¡¯s when I had it!¡±


    Excitement sparkled in his eyes. ¡°I present to you my brand-new game, I like to call Run and Gun." He shouted, brandishing a small metal object in his hand. "And, this is a gun!¡±


    Kace flourished the gun, holding onto its handle, his finger hovering over a lever.


    ¡°A ge-yun?¡± Hyacin inquired, confusion written on his face.


    ¡°It¡¯s gun, grandfather.¡±


    ¡°Ge-yun is better.¡±


    ¡°Well, it¡¯s my invention, and it¡¯s pronounced gun. The sentence rushed out of his mouth with rapid enthusiasm. He punctuated his declaration by sticking his tongue out at Hyacin, receiving a dramatic eye roll.


    ¡°We will be using these for our game. Allow me to explain. There will be two teams and we''ll be entering on opposite sides. The goal is simple - zap your opponents with these guns. Once zapped, they will end up at the starting point. The team that has eliminated the other will receive a point and end the round. The first to reach three points walks away with a sweet five hundred asain prize!¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to win,¡± the figure exclaimed.


    ¡°We. Anyway, our playground will feature unexpected surprises, so expect them. There won¡¯t be a time limit. Any questions? Good. Let¡¯s begin.¡± Kace pulled the lever on the gun and a piercing sound rang throughout the realm. The duo blinked away in an instant.


    Two similar guns fell from above, and the wall opened up, closing once they entered the zone.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you find it strange that he didn¡¯t mention any rules?¡± Alexander asked, gazing up at the towering wall.


    ¡°He¡¯ll make something up halfway through the game and accuse you of cheating when you find a way around it.¡±


    He retreated a few paces from the wall. ¡°Who was with Mr. Winchester?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s his grandson. Ches.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have much to say about him.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t need to.¡±


    With a burst of energy, he leaped toward the wall and gripped the smooth edge. The labyrinth possessed different shapes, etched into its design. These were all interconnected in a web of calculation. Its grandeur stretched into the horizon, making it seem boundless. The moon gleamed down and cast a purple hue.


    ¡°Mr. Winchester is able to control this realm, and this is his game. He¡¯d be able to exploit that and, to take it a step further, keep us here. You don¡¯t find that concerning?¡±


    His grandfather¡¯s face remained unchanging. ¡°The man isn¡¯t all the way here, but he isn¡¯t mad.¡± He leaped to a pillar with silent movement. Alexander followed, syncing his movement as they traversed the landscape.


    During their search, a strong mist shrouded the top of the walls. Regardless, Alexander took the lead until they heard humming below.


    The eerie tune permeated below them, prompting them to jump. They landed as close as possible to the sound, treading slowly as they neared.


    ¡°Ches, can you stop humming? You¡¯re going to lead them to us.¡±


    ¡°Exactly.¡±


    Hyacin honed on an opening where humming stemmed from. He aimed and fired. The sound of metal clinging to the ground lingered. The second shot was Alexander''s, ending the first round.


    They were teleported to the starting point and a numeral was present on the scoreboard. The entrance didn¡¯t open immediately.


    Alexander let out a frustrated sigh. ¡°They have to be messing with us. That was too simple.¡±


    ¡°If your theory is correct, it won¡¯t be that way for long. Just keep your guard up.¡±


    The entrance opened, and they rushed inside. A ceiling hung above them, earning a smirk from Hyacin.


    ¡°Told you.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s possible he¡¯s designed the game to adapt around its players.¡±


    ¡°What happened to exploiting his power?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s an option that came to mind. I like to keep them open.¡±


    As they walked further into the maze, the sound of running echoed off the walls. The running stopped and picked up at another location, drawing near and becoming distant. The labyrinth pulsed with the rhythm of the unseen movement.


    ¡°Whether this is Mr. Winchester¡¯s or the games doing its genius.¡±


    ¡°Pfft. You kids throw around words like meaning is nothing,¡± Hyacin retorted, a hint of disdain in his voice.


    ¡°Manipulating the perception of your players is an underrated play. I can¡¯t expect you to appreciate it.¡±


    ¡°I would appreciate it if you would be helpful and stop fanboying over Kace. Do you sense anything?¡±


    ¡°Nothing. And, for your information, I¡¯m acknowledging his methods.¡±


    Compartments opened above them and hulking beasts, each with distinct coloring, surrounded them. Their teeth dripped with malice and their eyes were full of eagerness.


    ¡°I thought you didn¡¯t sense anything.¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t,¡± he replied tersely.


    ¡°See? This is what I¡¯m talking about. Cheap.¡± Hyacin delivered a swift kick to a leaping creature. ¡°Wha- what are you doing?!¡±


    ¡°Shhh. I¡¯m going to tame it.¡± Alexander extended his hand to the nearest animal. His interaction was cut short as his grandfather yanked him before it lunged at him.


    ¡°You¡¯re crazier than Kace!¡± Hyacin shot at the animals that maneuvered around the beams.


    ¡°I have an idea.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not taming anything.¡±


    For minutes on end, the sound of shooting and whimpering rang out through the maze. A silence overtook the air and, as expected, the enemy was close by. Alexander didn¡¯t miss the opportunity to spy.


    ¡°I know it came from this direction,¡± Kace exclaimed, frowning at the sound of running. A creature entered the space and growled at the duo. Ches extended his hand to the creature, and its hostility melted away. Typical.


    Energy surged in his body as a thought intruded in his head. They were both distracted and he had an opening. He ignored the thoughts branding him as an idiot.


    That¡¯s when the creature turned its head toward him and began to advance. The enemy followed behind him, humming the tune from earlier.


    He rubbed the side of the gun as he imagined where this could lead.


    Closer¡­


    Closer¡­


    The animal sniffed around the wall, made unintelligible sounds, and turned in the other direction.


    Alexander¡¯s eye twitched, and he revealed himself, pulling the lever. Nothing.


    ¡°Watch out, Ches!¡± Kace pulled his own.


    The beam bounced from wall to wall with untamed adrenaline. With a swift dodge, Alexander evaded its rampage. When the beam halted its pursuit, it recalibrated and continued the onslaught. He couldn¡¯t evade the attack forever, and Ches added to the challenge by shooting at him. During the battle, he managed to zap Ches, and he was teleported back to the beginning.


    Hyacin joined him and the second game was finished. As expected, his grandfather was all over him.


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    ¡°Who doesn¡¯t follow the plan they create? What were you thinking? How can we win when you¡¯re off doing your own thing? I knew this was a bad idea.¡±


    ¡°Can you be quiet? I¡¯m thinking.¡±


    This statement set him off again.


    The third round commenced, and the previous noise from before plagued them. They could use this to their advantage and confuse their opponents. Arriving in an open space, Kace stood in the middle, scratching his head. Hyacin shot him, and he dissolved like water¡ªan illusion. That¡¯s an idea.


    Masquerading as an illusion and using the noise to their advantage would be a concoction of deception. It wasn¡¯t as if the opposition could shoot at everything they saw.


    Hyacin flicked him on the head and pointed. The passages were blocked by armies of illusions staring at them and barrages of projectiles shooting toward them. One can imagine how well that went.


    ¡°When I see Kace, I¡¯m gonna kill him. Accusing me of cheating and this is what he does!¡±


    ¡°A friendship to aspire for.¡±


    ¡°Who asked you?¡±


    Round Four.


    A ceiling was no longer present, and the floor beneath him shot into the sky. Hyacin descended into a hole when he reached out to him. Gazing below, the playing field shifted into various positions, transforming the landscape.


    A block raced toward his own, colliding with it and knocking it off balance. He endeavored to travel lower, but his way was blocked or congested. The continuous change forced him to keep his footing. His concentration was thrown off when a beam raced past his ear, making it throb.


    Ches was perched on a platform a few feet below him, ready to fire again. Alexander fired back and jumped, poised to kick him, only to be dodged. The opposition maneuvered around the battlefield, bouncing from wall to wall with grace. In other words, he¡¯d be impossible to hit unless he closed the distance or predicted his movement.


    Ascending upward, his gaze locked on Ches calculating his next move. He kicked a nearby platform in his direction. It crashed into several, and he jumped to the next, repeating the process. With each attempt, he closed the distance between them until Ches¡¯s balance was thrown off.


    His opponent was unwilling to fall and even more unwilling to release his gun. He tumbled and shouted as he hit everything on his way down. Ches landed on his back, recovering when Alexander landed in front of him.


    That¡¯s when everything began to fall down.


    Bang.


    Halfway through trying to escape being buried alive, the environment around him changed. They were back at the starting point and Kace cleared his throat.


    ¡°It¡¯s time to make a change.¡± His gaze swept across each participant. ¡°It¡¯s a free for all now, and each of you have two points.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re joking,¡± Hyacin deadpanned. ¡°How can you ignore-¡±


    Everyone took their own corner in a sizable expanse. Kace was the target of their aggression and danced away, trying to avoid gunfire. When they were rid of his presence, Hyacin dove to retrieve his gun, but Ches was faster.


    ¡°What are you standing there for? Shoot.¡± Hyacin shouted, urging Alexander into action as beams flew in rapid succession.


    He complied, and only two were left.


    Ches giggled, tossing each gun to his side and dramatically bowed. Alexander fired at him, only for the beam to halt midway and fall to the ground shattered.


    ¡°Your performance is mediocre.¡±


    The smile on Ches¡¯s face violently twitched and wavered before standing firm. He took a step back, hands on his hip. ¡°You¡¯re mediocre compared to Strix.¡±


    Alexander¡¯s eyes widened at the mention of the name. ¡°What do you know about him?¡±


    Ches snapped his finger and his form vanished. Illusions began falling from the sky, all screaming in unison. The floor beneath him crumbled, and he spotted an opening in a wall. He darted toward it despite the objects being hurled at him.


    A distorted rendition of the tune Ches hummed played in the background as apparitions chased him. They were twisted and grotesque, offering refreshments and reaching out to him. The ground beneath him propelled into the sky, higher this time, before plummeting.


    The wind whipped around in his face as the ground opened into the shape of a mouth. Endless darkness enveloped him and silence followed. That¡¯s when a large rock flew toward him from the opposite direction.


    Once the boulder hit him, he found himself sprawled on the ground. The smug gaze of Hyacin greeted him when he looked up. ¡°You deserve whatever he did to you.¡± Alexander massaged his face and rose to his feet.


    That was fun.


    Kace stood behind his grandfather, violently shaking Ches.


    ¡°You little cheater! You had to ruin my game.¡±


    I¡¯m not a cheater.¡±


    ¡°Then, what do you call it?¡±


    ¡°Having fun.¡±


    ¡°Fun this!¡± Kace threw Ches into the horizon, his scream fading in the distance. An apologetic look crossed his face. ¡°I¡¯m sorry about what happened. Ches manipulated my game, and I was trying to gain control. I wasn¡¯t actually playing with you, and I¡¯m shocked Hyacin didn¡¯t know.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t project blame on me. You¡¯re the one who let him play. Now take us back.¡±


    They arrived back in Wuthon, where Erebos hadn¡¯t reached its fullness. Hyacin rushed away from them. Alexander, on the other hand, had unfinished business.


    He approached Ches, who took a stance beside Kace. ¡°You didn¡¯t answer my question. What do you know about Strix?¡±


    Ches turned his head in another direction and shrugged. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t tell you if I knew anything about it.¡±


    ¡°When I want information, badly enough, I can get it.¡±


    ¡°You can¡¯t even use magic without Valine. From where I stand, I see no threat.¡±


    ¡°Allow me to clear your vision.¡±


    Kace whistled and smoothly inserted himself between them. ¡°Gentlemen, let¡¯s not get too aggressive here,¡± he said, wrapping an arm around Alexander¡¯s neck. ¡°We don¡¯t know what happened to Strix. So, why don¡¯t I give you better information in exchange?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m listening.¡±


    Kace leaned in and whispered. ¡°My game was inspired by an interesting concept I borrowed from another dimension. One with its own civilization,¡± he brandished a gun in his hand and tossed it to Alexander. ¡°Our own is influenced and derived from others. Don¡¯t tell anyone.¡± He held a finger to his lip.


    ¡°How can you get to these other dimensions?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t disclose that information. It¡¯s a matter of the powers in play, but the ways are few. Feel free to visit and play anytime.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll pass.¡± Ches commented with a smirk.


    ¡°Listen, here, you little cheat-¡±


    The gun vanished from Alexander¡¯s hand, and he went to seek his grandfather. Other dimensions. Something he¡¯d keep in mind.


    A large gathering of people all formed around an enclosure that held bare Aspemdava trees ranging from a dark brown to a red hue. A house was settled near the back. Hyacin was front and center, gazing up at the moon with softened eyes.


    Its dark blue light beamed down on the field, and a lighter hue outlined the moon. As the moon continued to become fuller, more convened and conversation hushed as the night went on. Alexander tapped the railing and observed the moon reach its pinnacle.


    A blue liquid poured down from the mood, and everyone pointed in wonder while the trees were watered generously. A barrier over them caused the substance to pour down its sides onto the ground. The blue outline around Erebos diminished, allowing the moon to shine brightly once the first step was complete. The tree''s branches changed and reached toward the sky.


    The leaves ranged from yellow to a deep orange that covered the enclosure and hid the house. Everyone remained still, and conversation broke out once more when Erebos took its leave. Hyacin didn¡¯t take his gaze away from the sky.


    ¡°Grandfather, are you ready to go?¡± Alexander asked a few minutes later.


    ¡°I want to stay a while longer. You can leave.¡±


    ¡°Ches knows about Strix. Care to explain that?¡±


    Hyacin¡¯s body tensed, and he was silent before responding. ¡°They used to play together. What did he tell you?¡±


    ¡°Nothing I wanted to know. Are you thinking about grandmother again?¡±


    ¡°Both of them. Do you miss Strix?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve never met him.¡±


    ¡°You can still miss him. You have a connection.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯d like to meet him. That¡¯s all. Why don¡¯t you describe it to me?¡±


    ¡°Bittersweet.¡±


    ¡°What an interesting combination. I can¡¯t imagine how much it must plague you. Can you tell me more?¡±


    ¡°Heh. Sure, rascal.¡±