#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot

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I'll become the MONSTER.

Hands balled into fists as Odysseus stares into his reflection from a puddle on the Underworld's floor. If that's what had to be done, IT HAD TO BE DONE. The King was tired. TIRED of not seeing his son and wife.

Ruthlessness is mercy. And if he needs to be ruthless—

The King practically jumps out of his BONES at the sudden voice behind him. He makes swift movements then, turning around on his heels as a hand reaches for the handle of his sword. All while the mortal's eyes are trailing from the lurking shadow in the water all the way to— To—

Odysseus's eyes widen. Hands immediately falling to his sides as he takes a trembling step back. "... Hades... !"

Water's  reflection  always  has  been  an  amusing  perception  from  his  own  view.  Some  divinity  could  looking  back  at  you  within  it,  and  if  she  wanted  to  having  fun  once  in  a  while,  maybe  an  impression  of  an  breath  could  be  heard,  or  sometimes  there  will  be  the  sensation  of  something  inside  the  presented  reflection  …  Term  itself  who  was  actually  comic  at  the  moment.  It  was  the  beginning  of  an  long  term  comedy  in  which  no  explanation  manual  would  be  given  about  how  circumstances  must  be  understood,  how  much  reality  had  to  be  exposed  when,  in  all  cases,  immensity  of  his  lies  were  allowed  to  be  shattered  apart.  Every  fragment  of  an  glass  was  allowed  to  reflecting  themselves  like  an  private  party,  in  which  every  glitter  exposed  by  his  expression  or  his  gestures,  as  important  as  they  were,  will  be  filed.  It  doesn't  matter  anymore  if  the  reflective  glass  could  hurt.  It  doesn't  matter  if  the  reflective  glass  was  curshed,  in  which  inevitable  blood  would  flow  of  the  wound.  It  doesn't  matter  if  projection  of  his  soul,  along  misunderstandings,  desires,  wishes,  longing,  suffered  that  programmed  shatter  within  dimensions.  A  long  time  ago,  he  would  have  introducing  himself  inside  an  serious  and  stern  manners,  and  would  have  taking  great  care  not  troubling  the  dear  feelings  of  this  brave  hero.  Nevertheless,  time  changed,  right  ?  His  comedy  with  humanity  lasted  for  thousands  of  years,  and  for  once  within  his  entire  eternity,  for  forget  the  ache  trapped within  his  heart,  he  could  take  circumstances  at  heart  ---  showing  them  true  comedy  humanity  was  trapped  with. 

One  misunderstanding  couldn't  hurt  him  anymore.

If  humanity  craved  to  saw  the  terrible  destructor  of  the  world  they  would  be  disappointed  by  his  performance  to  giving  them  wrong  ---  ❝  Little  nature  that  you  are.  ❞  Another  comment  exposed  right  away  as  realization  of  his  voice  had  been  created.  An  tone  behind  Odysseus  voice  who  insisted  a  lot  over  the  permanent  sensation  of  mockery  welcoming  his  sentence,  in  amused  ardor  of  hoping  to  see  him  get  out  of  his  words.  It  was  unfortunate  for  him.  Although,  for  the  paradox  it  was  worth,  he  could  have  corrected  the  course  of  a  few  millennia  by  opening  the  way  to  Odysseus  differently.  Poor  Jason  only  received  his  mocking  comments  in  the  background,  and  an  particular  amusement  concerning  irony  of  his  circumstances,  him  in  which  Athena  pulled  so  much  faith  inside  him  ---  oh,  did  he  wanted  news  from  Jason  having  cursing  himself  a  good  beginning  his  own  blinded  pride  and  terrible  behavior  destroyed  it  all  ?  Athena  would  probably  blame  him,  AGAIN,  to  have  dared  touch  towards  faith  her  protegees  had,  nevertheless,  it  was  pointless,  right  ?  This  was  the  Underworld.  He  had  the  upper-hand.  It  wasn't  like  that  hero  was  planning  to  agonozing  for  plea  something,  right  ?  It  wasn't  like  he  was  planning  to  convince  him  ?  ❝  Are  you  scared  of  me  you  forget  the  norm  of  courtesy,  or  you've  passed  too  much  time  with  Athena  been  familiar  you  forgotten  I  merit  same  decency  ?  ❞  He  pondered,  as  during  one  second,  leaving  his  nice  space  inside  the  sky  enjoying  the  view,  he  exposed  closeness  by  moving  close  to  him,  admiring  every  feature  amusingly.  ❝  In  a  melancholic  mood  from  the  moment  you  entered  my  domain  ?  ❞  He  was  learning  beautifully  with  Lelouch  vi  Britannia.  He  was  still  learning  beautifully  with  Lelouch,  and  mastering  even  better  his  act  with  the  Golden  Witch.  For  whatever  reason  he  showing  up  inside  his  realm,  he  better  be  strongly prepared.  ❝  Why  the  surprised  face  when  you  couldn't  have  missed  the  Underworld  sign  ?  ❞

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In  middle  of  the  Japanese  Underworld,  of  course  Hades  would  be  one  having  higher  influence.  Nevertheless,  compared  to  the  Purgatory  in  which  uncertainty  remained  about  how  many  foreknowledge  he  had  ---  since  he  has  been  the  one  introducing  to  Battler,  and  also  indirectly  to  him,  connection  between  the  chessboards,  as  clue  …  in  which  sharing  name  of  one  Beatrice  turned  out  not  a  coincidence  but  kind  of  fatality  ---  amount  of  knowledge  he  had  upon  circumstances  …  remained  another  mystery.  It  has  been  exposed  knowledge  to  him  on  that  point.  Hades  has  been  a  shadowing  presence  among  the  members  of  the  Ju  Oh  Cho  long  before  an  actual  villain  act  was  pulled  worldwide,  in  which  confusion  about  his  intentions  could  been  pictured,  and  how  his  shadows  has  been  laying  around  not  only  behind  his  back  but  everywhere.  For  the  Ju  Oh  Cho  employees,  met  Hades  was  something  they  would  hardly  imagined  someday,  having  dreading  that  moment  probably  since  a  long  while,  and  expecting  no  kindness  coming  from  experiences  they  must  have  heard  on  the  kid  influence  on  him.  Hades  was  fairly  amused  about  introducing  himself  more  property  than  a  mystery  concerning  his  own  presence,  in  which  he  remained  …  cautious  about  the  entire  thing.  It  has  been  one  misunderstanding  he  made  during  that  entire  comedy  that  eventually  caused  a  tragedy.  Same  comedy  he  has  been  seeking  to  distilling  in  middle  of  the  Rokkenjima  chessboard,  using  chessboards  correlation  for  exposing  truths.   Since  it  would  be  another  offered  opportunity  in  middle  of  circumstances,  Hades  probably  used  confusion  for  act  inside  the  Soul  Society.

Nevertheless,  assumption  he  might  be  the  kid  generated  a  mocking  condescending  amusement  that  betrayed  the  contempt  that  simply  slipped  though  his  expression.  One  second  in  which  even  that  guarding  mask  of  his  transformed  inside  a  gentle  distress  in  which  that  mockery  faded  inside  a  careful  sadness.  Exposing  the  kid  threatening  the  Soul  Society  to  having  him  summoned.  However,  Hades  wasn’t  going  to  give  any  kind  of  context  instead  of  acting  of  incontestable  patentable  figure  he  represented,  in  which  he  would  use  his  knowledge  as  a  shield.  Beatrice  had  no  reasons  to  expose  her  heart.  He  was  the  only  one,  as  the  murderer  of  that  kid,  to  actually  been  allowed  to  describe  him.  ❝   I’m  not  that  kid.  ❞  He  corrected  slowly,  in  which  discomposure  of  his  expression  widened.  It  was  an  understandable  assumption.  It  was  truly  an  understandable  misunderstanding,  for  look  young  himself  and  could  be  considered  as  such  as  an  immortal.  Thinking  about  how  bring  more  details,  afterwards  a  sigh  for  giving  himself  strength  to  the  oration,  he  described  slowly.  ❝   An  blonde  boy  with  blue  eyes,  recognizable  by  a  small  crown  on  his  head  ---  ❞  This  smart  addition  for  differencing  him  of  his  impostor  actually  generated  an  overall  confusion,  even  to  someone  having  an  similar  one  upon  the  Rokkenjima  chessboard,  since  he  introduced  himself  as  Maria’s  invisible  friend  ---  dramatically  imposing  empathic  on  an  abuse  environment.  Mystery  was:  did  Ushiromiya  Maria  inspired  him  to  reflecting  her  …  or  did  it  was  other  way  around?  It  has  been  one  of  details  among  the  chessboard  in  which  he  didn’t  have  an  answer  yet,  in  which  Beatrice  herself  has  been  impressed  by  this  position,  and  he  would  remember  for  a  long  time  Battler  wondering  what  was  going  on.  ❝   ---  Victorian  attire  that  you  cannot  miss  out  ---  ❞  Accidentally  revealing  his  sexuality  to  the  rest  of  the  world,  but  Alois  Trancy  not  attempting  to  seduce  the  random  man  he  could  annoy  with  was  unheard  for,  so  far  …  since  devoted  preference  towards  Hades  also  included  to  been  seductive  with  him,  maybe  not  inside  an  sexual  manner,  but  in  an  manner  to  manipulating  him  for  get  what  he  wanted,  since  it  was  part  of  Hades  exasperation.  It  wasn’t  a  big  deal  for  him  anyways.  ❝   ---  and  a  mark  of  strangulation.  Immediate  chaos  ensuring  his  presence  cannot  been  missed  either  way,  which  it’s  not  something  I  wish.  ❞  If  he  hadn’t  run  away  to  begin  with  …  On  the  last  point,  he  pushed  behind  remembrances  about  a  dead  body  he  has  been  forced  to  watch  out  until  resurrection  came.  He  didn’t  mention  neither  another  mark  of  his  stomach  …  when  frontal  exposure  of  his  guts  had  turned  sick  for  hours  in  which  he  was  unable  to  remove  blood  of  the  walls  off  his  brain.  Suzaku  has  been  the  one  who  perceived  Euphemia  last  moments,  that  tragedy  instant  when  she  would  exposing  the  last  breath,  when  as  much  he  has  been  the  one  pulling  the  trigger,  he  has  been  spared  of  perceiving  consequence.  Coincidence  has  made  he  received  that  cruelty  with  the  kid.  That  blood  in  the  walls  haunted  him  each  day.  Even  with  consciousness  he  has  been  resurrected,   ‘alive’  by  Purgatory’s  standards,  many  things  could  trigger  back  that  single  remembrance.  ❝   Which  is  something  it  will  be  better  be  avoided  altogether.  ❞

Moment  of  mental  disconnection  happened  as  he  couldn’t  handle  to  normally  speak  about  that  kid  without  experiencing  trauma  he  was  living  in  all  aspects,  in  which  having  a  tea  party  in  middle  of  the  Japanese  Underworld  would  be  needed  for  clean  out  his  thoughts.  ❝   Of  course,  not.  I  came  accustomed  to  tea  party.  ❞  He  reached  to  lowered  down  the  atmosphere,  as  there  was  amusement  inside  these  last  sentences.  ❝   I’ll  be  around  for  a  long  while.  I’m  sure  I  can  bring  something  else  next  time  and  content  myself  of  what  you’ve  proposing  for  today.  I’m  sure,  with  what  I  have  exposed,  and  correct  the  assumption,  you  must  have  many  questions.  ❞

Byakuya listened to what the other said with interest. Eyes focused on his visitor. There were many visitors which had come through to the Soul Society recently. Each unique and all connected to Hades ----- god of the underworld. Byakuya nodded, a hand resting upon his chin for a moment. Slate eyes observing every detail, taking in each word as it unfolded and exposed the subtle layers that were hidden beneath the reality presented before him. As Hades once said, he had gotten to know what it was like to stand upon a crossroads. Time would tell if he would advance and touch spheres of influences that not many souls would.

❝ Would that kid be named Lelouch? ❞ He inquired, mentioning that child's name once more. A child who visited and they spoke of many things. He had informed him about the other fragments, other realities and shared that his presence would bring about visitor after visitor. Hades himself said he was a shadow following that kid and everyone tied to him. It felt as if a web was now being weaved and wrapped around his reality, exposing shadows and grey areas. Arears that normal souls might never see without something to prompt their sight.

Not wanting to be a terrible host, he extends a hand to gesture towards a nearby kettle. ❝ Would you care for tea during our chat? I am afraid that here we mainly drink green tea. However, should you call again, I will happily try to obtain your flavor of choice for next time. ❞

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Ushiromiya Battler wished an comfort he couldn't get, nevertheless, as recently enter within the witches world, she had no blame towards that pleasant innocence he still managed to keep under his features. Amusingly, she hoped one day he would take implicit realization who resonated within their chessboard in the moment the Witch of Paradoxes showed up to them --- though the knowledge migth be something horribly funny coming from an particular perspective, though the realization will be an terrible emotional shock all around his expression, and oh, she could already imagining decomposure of his features when the supporting presence of the God of the Underworld would suddently making sense ! She can't pretend be all alright with circumstances. How inside an cage in which she had been trapped with Lady Lambdadelta, and was used as an entertainment object with Lady Bernkastel, of her game to had been manipulated from another view… If Ushiromiya Battler could content himself of ignorance, and searching amusingly to escape Hades influence and indirect pressure upon the chessboard, as representative of the game, within her reputation who had been recollected by the God of the Underworld, she would someday forced to be leading an reatroactive observer move of an sealed chessboard. Did the perception of the game appeased her heart ? Did becoming the uninvited another witness of another tragedy reflecting her making her happy ? There was some things the God of the Underworld couldn't talk inside her chessboard, neither explaining why there was an remnant of pure annoyance within some of his expressions. That quest always mean to reach another truth, to discovering another fact over herself ---

With parameters of the paradox now understood, she had room for maneuver that could be considered pleasant if she were to physically appear in another chessboard. It was a freedom she tragically had to thank someone for, letting her become the light in the midst of the shadows, that little butterfly of hope in the depths of darkness ! In their mutual reflection, she could go much more room for maneuver to this terrible Witch of Illusions, it was a long-term support which was mutual to them. During all this time when she had explored depths of a past in which she existed and didn't yet exist, she had always remained distant, always a hesitation in her expression. She was horribly frustrated at not being able to interact with the players on this chessboard, either before the tragedy happened, or after under certain conditions, without knowing to what degree her other self would eventually interact. Nevertheless Hades had shown her the way, even Lelouch's selfish presence embedded in her chessboard had shown her the way. All it took was a strong impression. All it took was a few moments in an opportunity to find yourself recognized. Oh, she enjoyed the chaos it would cause. Sadly, she couldn't given hope right away towards the single person who was craving for it, however there was another nobe, in which her presence remained yet something he was hesitant to believe, in which she could use for the benefits of the action. In her retroactive move, she didn't just want to confirm the acknowledgment that had allowed Alois Trancy to become a witch. She wanted to help the players around her, help anyone she could. What better way to present herself to someone that can understand her situation as well as she did, and who was connected to the little noble Phantomhive who hadn't finished his long ordeal with the higher dimensions ! ❝ Hee hee hee hee hee, it’s showtime ! ❞ Second in which she had been able to lose herself entirely in her physical appearance did her good, where she paid attention to becoming again the one she had always been, the one in which she was recognizable. This time period should be grateful to her, she wasn't most horrible of the two ! Oh, she knew he would be confused, knew he wouldn't understand what going on, and what he done for merit that appareance ! ❝ Hm, what a drama in a world of demons, no one has deigned to pay attention and give honor to great, magnificent Bea~triciiiiiiice~ It's so offensive, oh yes, oh yes. Where is my pleasure in making another demon falter at my feet, appearing all dolice at my side, preparing me a lovely tea ? ❞ It was long term frustration she had never be allowed to expose concerning Claude. Knowing she was rambling without context, a terrifying smile played on her face, looking at him, knowing full well that this dangerous little game was only option to possibly create a positive chain reaction. ❝ It's a pity. It's a pity that you poor humans remain so pathetic that your existence becomes miserable. ❞ This sentence too she had kept deep inside her for too long, despite Lelouch having suffered wrath of her character, but had paid for it by having Hades not being easy with her. Internally, she had to take into account that he risked crossing other two, that Hades was still there even if he was invisible and Lelouch will return in such a landscape. ❝ It's so booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring ! ❞ She pleased herself with her sentence before approaching him ❝ Tell me, nobleman that you are, have you done nothing offensive lately ? ❞

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No  one  was  truly  alone  in  middle  of  Purgatory's  games.

This  was  the  sentence  he  really  wanted  to  expressing  with  brightness,  offering  all  the  reasssurance  associated  to  that  statement  he  wanted  honestly  to  share.  However,  how  much  this  was  true  ?  Of  course,  for  a  while,  inside  his  own  chessboard,  there  had  been  only  his  mind  and  his  thoughts  to  having  an  idea  of  an  plan  for  bouncing  back  towards  the  Golden  Witch,  when  he  had  indirect  allies  during  that  time.  Another  witch  had  been  supporting  his  position,  and  eventually,  he  did  managed  to  have  allies  along  the  way  …  When,  with  that  last  thoughts,  slow  decomposure  couldn't  help  to  return. ❝  You  aren't  alone  in  this  fight,  never.  ❞  He  actually  decided  to  bring  around,  when  thoughtfulness  of  his  expression  betrayed  his  wish  to  be  innocent.  ❝  It  all  depending  of  the  chessboard  you  are  coming  from.  It's  all  depending  of  circumstances  within  your  chessboard.  It's  all  depending  of  the  witch  you  are  facing.  ❞  For  the  moment,  he  wasn't  obligated  to  awakening  pleasant  memories  and  recollections  concerning  that  point  …  or  even  how  within  his  case,  he  had  to  please  the  God  of  the  Underground  with  his  chessboard.  She  needed  reassurance,  not  to  be  worried  over  weight  of  opponent.  ❝  Did  a  witch  take  a  dislike  to  you ?    ❞

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"Hmm. What could have brought on this question... I wonder, I wonder...." Usually, those who begin suddenly asking questions of witches have been burnt in their past, or are chasing after some sort of desire. But this frustration feels different. "Unfortunately, I'm not so kind that I'd divulge the nature of my magic so easily! Perhaps I am an omnipotent with the same skills as a God, or perhaps I brew potions over a cauldron day in and day out, or perhaps I haunt lost children deep in the forest! Ahhhh, I wonder which is the turth! Kihihihii....!"

Witch  had  been  for  too  long  simply  an  word  balanced  to  his  face.  By  what  nonsense  the  Doctor  became  one  ?  What  he  was  exactly  talking  about  with  that  word,  and  why  that  single  term  was  more  powerful  than  be  an  Time  Lord,  huh  ?  He  never  have  been  flattered  by  an  clear  meaning  on  the  matter  …  and  cannot  say  he  loved  his  travels  inside  that  higher  spheres.  Witches  were  crazy.  Witches  were  insane.  Witches  when  that  much  evil  he  feel  truly  offended  to  be  considered  inferior  than  him  ---  the  Master.  Witches  wore  his  name  like  a  veil,  whether  they  were  guardians  of  a  'chessboad'  or  a  traveler,  they  dominated  his  name…and  he  didn't  like  that.  He  was  supposed  to  rule  them  all  ---  to  be  the  Master  of  all  the  witches  !

If  with  Lady  Bernkastel,  his  patience  was  pretty  much  limited  and  his  ability  to  keep  his  calm  was  pretty  much  inexistent  since  she  was  representing  somewhere  a  miracle  he  wanted  to  touch  someday  by  his  hands,  mocking  smile  expressed  itself  as  she  was  referring  magic.  Yeah,  he  had  pretty  much  perceived   it  ---  magic.  Be  fooled  during  centuries.  Be  trapped  inside  an  chessboard  Oh,  even  the  incarnation  of  his  dear  Doctor  be  beautifully  manipulated  as  an  Piece.  ❝  You  are  the  goddesses  of  your  own  universe,  wouldn't  it  be  too  much  to  ask  to  be  a  conceptual  goddess  ?  ❞  He  requested  it  with  an  kind  of  unseen  frustration  who  quite  understood  that  point  still.  Another  laugh  followed  concerning  that  other  definition.  ❝  Cauldrons  used  must  be  very  different  from  those  of  humans.  Compared  to  a  visible  potion,  no  one  knows  when  the  enchantment  started,  let  alone  when  it  will  end.  ❞  Another  laugh  followed.  ❝  Last  one  would  be  so  much  boooooring, don't you think, only unexciting ?  ❞

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He  was  empathizing  with  the  feeling.  More  than  never  since  one  uncontrollable  kid  making  him  regret  all  the  moments  when  he  complained  about  lacking  of  missions,  even  though  it  always  remained  comforting  compared  to  suddently  met  Kazutaka-san  …  Having  the  Witch  of  Illusions  at  his  side  represented  actually  a  brutal  ending  of  whatever  illusionary  environement  he  has  been  flattered  with,  and  been  flattered  by  it  as  an  Shinigami,  was  actually  the  most  horrifying  nightmare  he  could  experience.  What  did  he  done  with  Illusions  for  Illusions  deciding  it  would  be  fun  to  destroy  what  he  was  perceiving  ?  What  did  the  Ju  Oh  Cho  done,  otherwise  than  watching  from  afar  what  has  been  doing  Lelouch,  for  been  victimized  on  this  manner  ?  Even  if  they  wanted  to,  he  wasn't  alive  during  Victorian's  time,  and  wouldn't  have  no  kind  of  authority  there,  and  that  kid  expressed  the  complaining  message  he  would  have  loved  Shinigami  doing  something,  as  much  it  wasn't  their  departement  that  could  do  something  about  it  ?  Ah,  he  was  unable  to  removing  him  of  his  thoughts,  as  he  sighed  inside  all  compassion  he  could  give  at  the  moment.  ❝  I  should  have  appreciated  moments  when  I  complained  during  my  missions,  would  have  more  appreciated  that  time  than  how  I'm  living  circumstances  currently  …  ❞  For  his  great  displeasure,  it  can  always  be  worse.  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  wasn't  going  to  be  content  by  their  struggling  attempts  to  calm  down  his  chaotic  creation,  was  scared  of  opinion  about  how  he  knew  they  knew  ---  Hades-sama was  an  exception  in  which  he  needed  to  feeling  emotionally  prepared  for  whatever  the  big  boss  would  have  to  say.  ❝  You're  lucky  then.  I  doing  efforts  on  the  budget,  but  it's  seems  not  been  my  forte  regardless,  hence  someone  else  handling  it  for  me,  for  hadn't  that  to  think  of!  ❞  With  the  upcomping  presence  of  Hades-sama,  future  approval  he  would  get  didn't  making  him  worried  on  that  part,  even  though  they  might  gained  wealth  at  the  price  of  their  precious  fragilized  souls  …  ❝  Has  been  hard  to  getting  out  recently  at  all  …  ❞  He  confessed  with  a  laugh.  Because  Alois  Trancy  was  a  boy  who  always  needed  attention  in  an  manner  Hisoka-kun  looked  like  he  requested  none  …  one  little  second  in  which  his  attention  wasn't  on  him,  they  could  count  on  some  surprises  …  second  after  second,  hour  after  hour  …  there  were  the  happy  ones  Alois  hold  no  grudge  against  them,  flattering  himself  to  had  turned  Lelouch  existence  into  hell,  and  having  no  apologies  to  annoy  Hades-sama.  ❝  Believe  me,  as  much  you  can  find  it's  boring  or  you  will  look  annoying,  it's  best  that  you've  express  your  frustration  when  you  can.  ❞  He  wished  he  could  do  the  same,  in  which  he  wouldn't  stop  complain  neither  …  but  couldn't  risk  that  boy  to  reach  the  Soul  Society.  The  Ju  Oh  Cho  was  just  an  entry  point.  If  only  they  had  elements  about  his  reputation  inside  the  Purgatory,  they  would  have  been  able  to  preparing  themselves  beyond  that single  vibrant  noise  …

Ichigo didn't want to come off like he didn't have any free time or peace to himself. In select moments he truly did. When he wasn't busy executing his reaper duties that was. But in those moments he was reminded that he was just a regular human at the end of the day. There was no reason to be wrapped up in so many things. "I suppose I do. But it isn't like that all the time." He finds himself chuckling. "Though as far as my spending goes it isn't too bad. Or at least it didn't use to be." That was until he acquired reapers who didn't like to pay lunch bills. He shuddered to himself at that. "Oh you haven't? It's a nice little cafe, I've been it to once before with some friends." They cross the street, and enter the quaint and quiet cafe with a few tables and some booths. They are sat at a booth, and Ichigo chuckled. "Oh don't get me going about all that. I don't think I'd ever shut up."

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She  really  should  be  honored  the  single  thing  she  was  receiving  was  to  be  laughed  at.  Compared  of  Bern,  oh  her  beloved  Bern,  she  wasn't  that  much  spiteful  she  would  want  entire  destruction  of  the  daring  human  who  desired  standing  in  front  of  witches,  would  be  eventually  one  of  the  cause  she  will  lose  in  front  of  Bern,  that  in  the  long  run,  would  find  an  exit  to  an  perfected  prison  she  created  especially  for  her~  Compared  of  Bern,  in  which  simple  evocation  of  the  village  of  Hinamizawa,  simple  remembrance  over  a  little  girl  trapped  into  an  loop,  simple  evocation  of  the  name  Keiichi  would  bring  utter  disgust  !  Hey,  hey,  hey,  hey,  would  she  tear  out  her  guts  alive  ?  Would  she  loving  to  be  part  of  another  realm  they  would  prepare,  for  adding  another  dimension  of  pleasure  in  middle  of  Beatrice's  game  ?  Should  be  creating  an  gift  out  of  that  human,  and  send  her  at  Featherine  as  remembrance  about  all  the  horrors  she  did  committed  during  that  time  ?  ❝  Oh  please~  ~  ❞  She  giggled  further,  in  which  mocking  expression  exposed  as  there  was  playfulness  all  around  her.  ❝  Your  story  is  just  so  funny,  isn't  an  compassionate  point  to  react  that  way  ?  Isn't  attentive  of  me  to  heard  what  you've  just  said  ?  What  do  you  expected  by  confess  it  to  me  ?  Humans  that  cannot  help  themselves  cannot  receive  the  honor  of  the  magical,  the  magnificent,  the  beautiful  Great  Lady  Lambdadelta  !  Sorry,  I  only  support  those  who  show  strenght,  determination,  ardor  in  their  dreams,  in  their  desires,  in  their  ambitions,  not  crawling  in  despair  like  you  !  You  think  crying  in  my  sleeves  would  give  you  my  sympathy  ?  ❞  Perceiving  no-witches  pieces  struggling  in  their  suffering  was  one  of  many  advantages  to  be  a  witch.  She  wasn't  anymore  inside  the  other  side,  struggling,  having  no  one  coming  at  help,  having  nothing  to  hold  into  than  herself.  She  wasn't  anymore  trapped  in  this  painful  world.  Even  remembrances  coming  from  that  chessboard  she  supported,  in  which  her  Certainty  has  been  enough  imposing  for  destroying  Miracles  for  a  long  while  generated  playfulness,  distanced  condescendance  over  somewhere  she  personally  experienced.  Bern  didn't  remained  on  her  cage,  but  Rokkenjima  island  will  be  her  amazing  prison,  in  which  she  will  ensure  the  fun  will  never  end,  multiplying  happiness  given  by  these  thousands  of  time  loops  in  a  new  degree  of  majesty,  as  love's  proof  !  Seriousness  voice  returned  inside  her  features,  while  an  shadow  of  distorted  features  passed  as  simple  remembrance.  ❝  I  took  the  time  to  listen  to  you,  you  should  thank  me.  So  what,  you  suddenly  expect  confirmation  that  everything  will  be  okay  ?  You  want  to  know  if  your  friends  survive  ?  You  wish  this  time  loop  would  stop  and  something  else  would  be  offered  to  you  ?  Isn't  it  a  wonderful  opportunity  to  be  able  to  do  exactly  what  you  want  during  the  shoooooort time offered by these time  loops ?  ❞

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@pointofviiew continue from here

He sensed him in this city before the other even made himself known with this stupid question. Holding back to lash out at him but it was clear he was annoyed already. "It won't be so pretty once i punch you in the stupid smug face-" He glared looking around for something to do just that. "If you died one day this city would finally have peace, i would finally have peace."

It was an fatality between each other, the little comfort they both needed, the necessity that every time he was showing up at Ikebukuro, presenting his presence to his long term friend, Heiwajima Shizuo. His day cannot ended beautifully without be an annoyance to him --- whatever if he was commenting amusingly virtually, whatever if it's was physically attempting once more to take down that monster. He should be grateful. With him, the ambiant of the town was amusing, doesn't it ? With him, the uncolored group of Dollars had found a new form of entertainment, in which the creator could entertain himself and escape from his deep boredom ! Playfulness desire had betrayed his features on that day. Wasn't most wonderful moment of their lives that they dared to speak to each other rather normally ? Wasn't this a miracle never expected in this world ? ❝ You've known my smug face so well that you'd be so unhappy not to hear him whisper sweet things, Shizu-chan~ ❞ He mocked with pleasure. He did remembered the time when he ended up wounded by their interactions, which had greatly irritated him, but he was able to move past it. He faked an sad laugh when Shizuo assumed right away he was speaking of his death, mutually watching his surroundings, remaining at long distance. ❝ Who says this town will have peace if I leave, huh ? Isn't that a bit prosperous of you ? Who tells you that you will have peace as you tell me so well, one day, when I can offer it to you personally, that one day, you will have the peace that I wish to give you ? ❞ He mocked once more.

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❝ so…is it everything you hoped for? ❞ (to any muse of your choice!)

@innocentnouveau

Wasn't it already a lot to ask for several miracles in one life ?

One though associated to that term, one recollection concerning that word miracle, stayed eternal reminder single manner he would get his dream realized would mean to get actual approval of Philip Butler --- when compared to his metaphoric twin who befriended him in two seconds, and had no particular issue about the asshole he was in common basic … he would have preferred remain ignorant of his entire existence to begin with. Phantomhive wasn't going to help much, expected attempt to stand in front of that man, in which perceived weakness during that game put him in great disadvantage. If Phantomhive had refused an ego war between Lelouch, Alois II and him to ask for a single time to resolve the situation of a demon, the downside of having to take it full in the face with Philip Butler, it was a curse. One day, he would love been able to expressing one word without feeling out of place. One day, the terror of his voice might disappear, as there was consciousness, if he wasn't Alois Trancy, if he wasn't some spare since there was no one else --- Best he wasn't thinking about it, right ? Thinking he could have been assassinated straight up by that man if he did the misery not to be the villain expected of him inside other circumstances, when his poor mind still process how he got his soul tore apart weren't good ones !

Frustration concerning that secret troubled him since day one. Inability to talk about the person who influenced the most his existence, because he had no idea where that second manor was, because there was nothing that could confirm now-Witch of Illusions existed. If he was speaking of an ideal he mentally created, his own mind would be troubled by the lack of presence and evidence, and simple remembrances his brain hold … Though, it was only manner to ever introducing him by now. He wanted seek an particular ideal. He wanted becoming that confident, rude, bossing, threatening, dangerous, insufferable kid --- When, actually, single thing he ever asked for was to be loved. When he would want, if this was possible, to perceiving once more his little brother happy expression he lose, single memories attaching himself to his true identity he never managed to push behind … however, without the name Alois Trancy, he was nothing … and without him managing to opening to himself that Purgatory's door, he will lose forever right to be called Alois Trancy. ❝ I don't think becoming a witch is something easy. Neither to find that person inside an portait that cannot been seen anymore, in which there might be countless people having that name … ❞ He noticed. ❝ You have some air of her by the way. As an compliment. ❞ If he wanted Beatrice, he would have to win Philip Butler -- there remained MAIN PROBLEM. ❝ This already requires several miracles that I want, and the miracle merchant, oh, he is complicated to convince … ❞ He complained. ❝ He wants a proof of will. ❞

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@prideblades continue from here

❝ An observer . . . Does this mean you intend to not interfere within matters outside of your domain? ❞ Curiosity flitted within slate eyes as he looked towards the other. Appearing out of nowhere ----- a god.

Some higher being from another plane of existence. Unfamiliar. Unknown as within this reality they were in, there was only the Soul King, Quincies, Hollows, and shinigami ----- known as soul reapers. They were the gods chosen by humans to save them and preserve the balance.

❝ I am told you are a neutral entity who observes. Is it boredom that brings you here to watch our lives play out? ❞ Though he does not mind in the slightest.

❝ Perhaps you can tell me more about your version of the underground and of your world. ❞

Japanese  Underworld  wasn't  part  of  his  jurisdiction.  Would  he  have  done  better  or  worse  than  the  administrative  and  compartmentalized  field  he  was  in  charge  of?  No  idea.  Possibility  of  having  a  soul  deciding  to  escape  from  the  associated  framework,  by  going  to  attach  itself  and  venture  into  another  dimension,  for  having  dared  to  take  advantage  of  a  little  too  close  and  in  a  sneaky  way  of  the  big  boss  would  have  been  a  little  more  complicated,  even  impossible  ---  if  the  soul  of  the  kid  had  been  Japanese,  and  he  had  ventured  into  this  kind  of  underworld,  it  would  have  taken  a  little  more  than  soft  eyes  to  Enma-sama,  to  take  advantage  of  an  Emperor's  power  to  break  the  administrative  locks,  and  to  have  the  support  of  a  witch  to  escape.  Anyways,  strange  point  were  such  reflection  when  the  kid  managed  beautifully  his  means  in  middle  of  the  Japanese  Underworld  ---  and  regardless  if  so  far,  it  concerned  only  the  Meifu  (  amusingly  ),  what  were  considered  barriers  were  to  become  fragile  borders.  Nevertheless,  in  front  of  that  question,  there  was  an  playful  smile  in  return.  Once  upon  a  time,  he  would  have  answered  yes.  Back  when  the  old  age,  and  boredom  hadn't  embraced  all  his  mindset,  there  will  have  no  immediate  attention  to  interfering  where  he  shoudn't.  However,  he  was  needed  as  an  representative  of  the  Underworld,  no  matter  if  different  of  the  Japanese  one,  for  creating  relationships,  bonds,  connections,  compromises  and  negociations  between  the  two  parties.  ❝  Unfortunately,  the  temptations  brought  by  circumstances  continually  invite  me  to  add  my  little  grain  of  interference,  however  minimal  it  may  be.  ❞  Sincere  answer  echoed  instead.  Oh,  that  portion  of  the  Shinigami  world  was  something  he  didn't  intented  right  away  to  interfere  ---  nevertheless  he  had  a  constant  presence  with  the  Meifu  who  had  become  aware  of  his  presence,  and  of  a  possible  link  of  causality with  Muraki  not  long  ago,  that  he  could  make  a  retroactive  movement  of  long-time  observer.  It  was  an  chessboard  like  any  other  from  an  Purgatory  perspective.  It  was  simply  an  fragment  of  the  Underworld  dealing  with  circumstances.  Currently,  he  barely  managed  to  hold  still  as  simple  observer  of  Rokkenjima  as  comments  were  made.  ❝  Perhaps  a  passing  disappointment  will  pass  through  your  mind  at  not  being  your  official  governor,  or  perhaps  you  will  feel  comfort  in  avoiding  the  harsh  judgment  of  my  gaze.  ❞  He  playfully  mused in return.

Inside  other  circumstances,  as  one  landscape  he  was  watching  and  sensed  his  interferences  would  be  needed  in  midle  of  shadows,  he  would  have  answered  positively  to  this  second  question.  Boredom  was  the  feeling  that  pushed  him  to  investing  himself  as  an  actor  in  middle  of  an  observer  play,  in  which  as  great  director  he  was,  he  given  overall  opinion  towards  the  performance  to  retroactively  have  a  feeling  of  pleasure  in  rewatching  the  familiar  scenes,  knowing  that  he  would  have  interacted  with  the  actors,  and  to  which  the  audience  would  unwittingly  sense  a  slight  difference  in  tone  …  like  a  certain  director  whose  many  plays  he  had  to  judge  who  remained  absent  at  his  calls,  but  whose  presence  would  eventually  be  necessary  and  presented  differently  in  front  of  the  stage,  to  whom  finally,  he  could  exchange  the  complaints  received  by  many  former  actors  of  their  plays.  ❝   Neutrality  is  a  special  position,  which  can  be  frustrating  in  many  ways.  I  offer  myself  a  comfort  to  make  the  operation  pleasant  for  everyone.  ❞  He  expressed  slowly  with  further  playfulness  upon  his  lips.  ❝   Usually,  it's  boredom  that  would  have  pushed  me  to  explore  where  my  gaze  can  only  get  lost  in  front  of  these  vast  games  presented,  nevertheless,  it's  a  soul  invites  me  to  venture  beyond  usual  barriers.  Unfortunately,  even  if  I  give  the  person  concerned  a  good  spanking,  I  doubt  that  this  kid  will  learn  his  lesson,  so  I  have  to  go  about  it  in  a  smarter  way  to  show  that  papa  is  not  blind  to  the  meaning  he  gave  to  his  previous  action,  and  that  running  away  from  your  guardian  isn't  good~  ❞  Temptation  to  adding  more  playfulness  desired  to  escaping  his  lips,  as  within  couple  of  questions,  various  several  possibilities  of  amusement  had  been  offered.  Oh,  it  was  just  a  presentation.  He  would  have  time  for  that.  ❝   Underworld  I  rule  has  own  cruelties  to  souls,  a  different  rest,  a  less  warm  landscape  in  form  …  but  what's  the  point  of  dangling  a  world  to  which  many  stories  refer  in  front  of  a  Shinigami  who  can  only  dream  of  touch  such  a  world,  in  same  way  that  dreams  propagated  by  this  kid  of  a  dimension  that  can  be  touched  will  remain  hopes  and  vain  desires  attached  to  souls  attached  to  a  single  Underworld  ?  I  sympathize  with  the  curiosity  of  a  soul  that  boils  with excitement  of  knowing  a  difference,  but  to  find  yourself  surrounded  by  untouchable  stories,  in  a  growing  eternity,  will  be  deeply  painful,  won't  it  ?  Wasn't  that  why  for thousands  of  years  I  remained  just  a  name ?  That's  what  kid  just  changed~  ❞ Mocking sound echoed.

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@pointofviiew continue from here

"Says the man who watches people and probably plays a weird chess game that makes no sense. Oh and constantly angers Shizuo like he has some death wish now that's ridiculous! For that same pest to run when danger...known as Shuzo appears..that's sooo funny!"

Playfulness wrapped slowly his features. Masaomi-kun perspective was something interesting to heard, especially, concerning past circumstances between them, how he had many reasons to comment over his past actions (though none of that would stop him inside what he had been carefully planned neither how he wanted watching from the first steps consequences). His love for humanity had to coming with an intensive studying of them --- admiring every one of their reactions, viewing their doings in middle of created consequences, and remaining an closer observer that would staying behind meanwhile chaos emerging. Wasn’t it his main quality, to loving so much humanity he wanted discovering their entire potential, compared to how a benevolent underground doctor pretended only interest to such species? Wasn’t he kind enough to embracing humanity with that overwhelming love? Nothing had to be said concerning how he was watching. It was part of his job. It was his favourite hobby. Oh, he also didn’t cared if one unexpected supporter desired to watching him back, understanding the riddle of his person or giving him more possibilities of fun inside own particular manners of appearances games --- he could learn far more about how playing with the threads of people with an witch on his side, unable to been perceived unless an couple of lucky people … ❝ For you, how I play this game sounds ridiculous, nevertheless, it’s understandable for my rules~ ❞ He expressed amusingly concerning the remark of the young teenager concerning his game. It wasn’t a game meant to be understood by other people. It wasn’t meant to be focused over a tiny ridiculous single chessboard, in which established rules were simple. Oh, he expected no one actually achieving to understand each of his moves, even if such unexpected challenger of a witch ached solving him --- in same manner he was studying that strange guest of a kid. Sound of a betraying amusement dared escaped his lips for a couple of seconds, before increasing further inside a condescending mockery when Shizu-chan was mentioned. ❝ Shizu-chan and me have a long story together~ ~ Someone need to remember to Shizu-chan how an error of nature he represents, what better person than myself for showing my affections~ ❞ Positive feelings were intended within that mockery approach regardless if emotions diverged on his sentences. How Shinra managed even to breathe closer to Shizuo was something he couldn’t manage to understand, would never be able to understand, though, accidentally, he was amused by how his best friend was attached by an inhuman being he was so much passionate with … ❝ You might notice how humans being ridiculous is their special charm, it’s so admiring~ ❞

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@raajasii continue from here

ㅤㅤ❝ HEEEEY . . .  What is it you’re looking for ? Ciel ? Hey . . . ? Did you lose something ? Because I could help you search for it if you just tell me, you know ? ❞

Certainly it would prove a more productive venture to simply ask Agni about misplaced items ! Notwithstanding, not unlike an overgrown puppy tailing its owner wherever they may go, Soma falls instantly in step with the tight - lipped young lord seeming to be in ever such a hurry to survey the townhouse in its entirety ( for reasons yet unknown ) . Barely enough time to even remove his coat, he’d had ! Soma knows, because he had been the one insistent on playing the IMPECCABLE HOST and helping him out of it, just then, thick fabrics still slung over an arm.

ㅤㅤ❝ Furthermore, won’t I even get a little greeting hug first ?? It has been two whole months since your last visit ! ❞  And five days, might he add !

Remembrances  who  included  the  various  arrangement  of  rooms  of  his  townhouse,  in  which  manner  the  layout  of  the  entire  building  has  been  made,  remained  terrible  fragile  mental  conception.  Inside  other  circumstances,  if  he  wasn't  single  person  that  could  do  something  about  it  and  embracing  the  responsabilities  he  accepted  to  bear  by  been  tolerant  once  inside  his  lifetime,  he  would  ask  immedietly  Sebastian  to  create  an  map  out  of  the  place.  He  wouldn't  have  done  all  this  way  for  simply  having  an  guarantee,  maybe,  during  an  unwanted  and  firstly  undesired  stay  ---  he  would  pretend  an  illusion  of  reassurance.  At  least,  emotionally,  it  was  the  ambition  who  driving  himself  to  coming  back  to  London  for  one  particular  reason.  Time  was  escaping  him,  and  with  his  constant  lack  of  knoweldge  or  anchored  informations  over  what  happening  right  in  the  moment,  if  nothing  was  done,  he  would  have  an  loss  by  his  own  fault  …  An  failure  that  will  automatically  put  him  in  danger.  An  failure  that  will  destroying  the  safety  of  his  existence  in  one  instant.  An  pain  he  could  avoid,  helplessness  emotion  he  could  yet  escape  if  he  was  reacting  …

There  was  no  emotional  ability  for  him,  the  Earl  of  Phantomhive  as  mental  reminder,  to  answer  as  once  towards  the  brightness  given  by  Soma.  Way  he  introduced  himself  has  been  horribly  distanced,  he  knew  that,  and  there  was  consciousness  his  casual  harshness  would  sound  terribly  inscreased  if  he  dared  leave  his  thoughtful  state  ---  Explanatory  sentence  that  could be  confessed was  simple,  right  ?  Usually,  there  would  be  an  common  exasperation  passing  though  his  expression,  in  which  an  visible  blue  eye  would  have  pouted  almost  innocently  towards  receive  that  attention  by  the  moment  he  step  by  ---  He  couldn't  hide  the  person  he  had  on  the  coach,  in  which  he  guessed  without  attentive  presence  of  his  side,  noise  that  must  be  handled  would  be  something  again  to  calm  down.  Hardly  right  now,  he  couldn't  consider  Sebastian  be  an  demon  able  to  reassure  unwanted  patient - now friend counting on him   !

❝  Find  out  how  many  bedrooms  are  available  here.  ❞  Disconnected  reply  eventually  came  out  of  his  lips.  Yes,  he  would  be  totally  legitimate  to  ask  him  why  he  needed  at  this  point  perceiving  by  himself  the  number  of  bedrooms  allowed  inside  this  place.  If  he  had  to  sacrifing  an  room,  it  would  be  borthersome  for  him.  He  would  prefer  avoid  one  option  in  which  cohabitation  would  take  another  extansion,  wishing  instead  to  have  an  fuzzing  annoyance  creating  disasters  all  around  the  place  like  old  times  when  silence  would  return  …  ❝  I  don't  have  an  mindset  for  that.  ❞   He  brutally  then  exposed  towards  the  greeting  hugs,  in  which  fragments  of  his  expression  confessed  instead  sadness  that  indeed,  he  does.  Ah,  concerning  his  absence  ---  ❝  I've  been  extremely  busy,  Soma.  ❞  Busy  to  wondering  how  it  was  humanly  possible  to  remove  an  demon  curse  on  someone  who  accidentally  crushed  his  soul  day  by  day,  in  which  the  physical  state  of  the  patient  reached  an  disastrous  point  …  Sebastian  didn't  have  an  magical  cure  for  that.  Sebastian  didn't  have  one  single  clue  about  how  helping  the  situation.  Sebastian  wasn't  enough  helpful  right  now  !  Lips  hesitated  to  lie.  Prolonged  absence  within  noblesse  realm  has  been  confirmed  since  a  while,  and  even  he  had  to  inform  the  Queen  he  will  be  busy.  Jugding  gaze  pondered  the  best  decisions,  as  anyways,  his  temporary  staying  included  to  humiliate  himself  towards  an  action  he  wouldn't  usually  dare  attempting.  ❝  I'm  not  alone.  I  have  a  surprise  guest.  He  is  gravely  ill.  Out  of  my  great  kindness,  I  have  taken  him  in,  but  the  care  provided  in  my  manor  isn't  sufficient.  Even  the  greatest  doctors  Sebastian  could  find  for  me  are  insufficient.  I  need  to  know  if  we  can  put  him  aside  while  I  do  what  is  necessary  on  my  end.  I  came  back  to  London  for  this.  ❞  There  was  an  latent  unhappines  and  tiring emotional  conflict  that  could  be  heard  in  the  background  of his sentences as  he  was  aware, without  express  explicity  the word, that he  cared.

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@that-butler continue from here

This boy was a bit of a handful. Honestly, his master seemed more like an angel at times, but it is still a learning experience to see what a normal child is actually like.

"Yes, the Phantomhive family has quite the magnificent garden." He wonders if he's seen white roses before? Come to think of it, probably not given Jim's background from what he's looked into.

Amusing was how he lightly appreciated the landscape around Phantomhive's mansion … in an better approach than his own … Maybe because it was Phantomhive : he was envious about everything the boy was, regardless how he had the exact same thing. Noblesse sphere loved Phantomhive … compared to him. If he could, he could annoy Phantomhive all day, not even try to behave himself for one second and leave him alone breath for one tiny second --- he needed attention. He needed eternal attention, and Phantomhive was inclined to answer it ! Whatever if he showed how an terrible boy he was, he could scream, he could cry, he could remain silent, his head would decomposing with emotions and oh, it was wonderful ! ❝ Quite an magnificent one~ ❞ How envious he could be cannot escape the gaze of an demon. Though, most of the flowers he witnessed inside his personal garden were roses … not inside that white color. ❝ Did these white roses had an particular meaning ? Something metaphoric ? You think your young Master will be mad if I offer him some for dinner ? ❞ He asked playfully.

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@godstrayed continue from here

　"Tell me, what do you find most amusing? The fear? The desperation? Or perhaps the occasional defiance of those who dare challenge your domain?" At least someone could appreciate them for what they were. Loki's tone was light-hearted yet tinged with something uniquely indistinguishable. "Mortals scrambling, souls bargaining, and all the while, you maintain your icy composure amidst chaos."

His own games were often motivated and petty something he could openly admit. "How can I get an invitation to spectate the Underworld? I find myself curious too. One trickster to... another." Although he wouldn't consider them the same, far from it; only two gods teetering on their own divinity.

Minus  various  Holy  Wars  across  the  centuries,  in  which  right  now,  it  remained  an  simple  hobby  in  which  he  was  partially  bored,  he  remained  an  simple  shadowing  observer  who  didn't  have  by  habit  to  interfere.  Eventually,  with  circumstances  aid  pulled  into  situation  of  his  protegee,  if  some  reactions  were  done,  his  small  influence  upon  events  would  help  them  to  get  out  of  unpleasant  moments.  Of  course,  for  too  long,  he  had  wished  doing  more  than  just  that  ---  influencing  the  ground  from  an  far  away  landscape,  in  which  his  imposing  perspective  and  power  could  easily  transforming  the  result  he  already  knew  of  …  Nevertheless,  the  realm  of  the  Underground  rarely  left  him  room  for  rest,  neither  how  omnipresence  of  Hypnos  and  Thanatos  remembering  him  to  his  responsabilities.  It  had  been  only  recently,  by  how  circumstances  turned  for  one  chessboard,  he  had  imposed  an  independance  over  his  decisions  and  his  own  little  pleasure  ---  How  much  he  managed  to  lie  to  himself,  to  protecting  the  game  of  his  emotions,  to  twiting  his  own  feelings,  was  something  only  the  shadows  knew  …  and  well,  one  kid  inclined  to  play  with  it  !  Natural  reaction  had  to  be  presented  to  showing  his  face  in  front  of  other  places  he  had  remaining  observer,  now  his  presence  had  been  purely  acknowledged  by  an  couple  of  players,  now  he  was  weighting  falsely  all  the  responsabilities  of  an  game  in  which  he  wasn't  the  villain.  Playfulness  have  been  offered  within  his  confession,  but  the  words  remained  honest.  Loki  needed  to  receive  that  compliment,  when  him  as  another  deity  would  support  him.  Especially  since  he  had  to  deal  with  one   illusionnist   …

❝  Whatever  mortal  challening  themselves  a  deity  should  be  expected  to  be  scared,  though  I  do  enjoy  the  fearless  ones.  The  ones  imposing  themselves  in  front  of  an  god  thinking  they  knew  better,  realization  of  their  true  place  is  only  an  even  more  powerful  pleasure,  to  make  them  believe  until  the  last  moment  that  they  can  have  the  advantage.  ❞  It  had  been  his  offensive  line  with  the  Athena  Saints,  with  Pegasus,  a  lot  with  the  Emperor  of  Britannia.  Concerning  the  kid,  concerning  Deimos  ---  regardless  if  he  had  been  emotionally  touched  by  the  blow  he  had  offered  him  by  creating  his  own  exit  beyond  what  he  had  perceived,  the  kid  remained  unaware  how  he  was  reacting  as  he  should  be,  which  remained  his  advantage.  ❝  I  wish  I  could  confess  I  came  to  be  bored  of  their  despair  but  ---  ❞  He  admitted  with  an  broken  smile,  before  further  playfulness  showing  up  in  his  face.  ❝  Hopeless  souls  find  solace  around  my  protection.  They  found  the  comfort  and  the  reassurance  they  search  for.  Though,  it's  often  that  gentleness  end  up  push  behind  by  the  main  concerned.  ❞   Following  that  sentence,  there  was  an  smaller  laugh.  ❝  Main  qualities  I  admire  in  such  souls  are  their  boldness  and  their  perseverance.  Reaching  the  Underground  knowing  my  reputation  requires  courage,  stubbornly  wanting  to  be  right  is  a  madness  that  pleases  me.  Although  this  happiness  can  sometimes  be  annoying,  especially  when  my  challenger  doesn't  seem  to  understand  a  truth  exposed  several  times.  This  is  part  of  my  kindness.  The  moment  of  horror  must  come  much  later,  at  a  time  when  they  hardly  expect  to  handle.  ❞  Playfulness  inscreased  a  little  more.  ❝  It  had  been  the  case  for  an  couple  of  centuries  indeed.  I  now  take  advantage  of  the  human  emotionality  that  I  possess  to  be  more  expressive  on  the  subject.  ❞  As  if  the  moment  had  been  missed,  he  presented  a  dark  face  of  that  one  internal  pleasure.  ❝  I  can  show  condescension  towards  them  in an gentle manner~ ☆  ❞

Eventually,  his  expression  lowered  down  within  that  indifferent  and  seriousness  emotions.  With  his  own  illusions  crumbling  all  around  him,  there  was  that  desire  to  cling  over  each  little  fragment  no  matter  he  would  remain  mentally  hurt  at  each  reminder  …  Though,  pleasant  smile  welcoming  his  features  turned  deeply  honest  as  he  appreciated  the  compliment.  ❝  My  toys  are  the  simple  expectations  of  these  mortals.  I  have  spent  too  many  millennia  being  constantly  offended  by  them  that  I  owe  them  this  pleasure,  which  currently  makes  your  games  pleasant  towards  me,  knowing  your  situation.  Playing  with  these  misunderstandings  of  these  mortals  is  possible  way  to  make  them  understand  their  mistake.  I  wish  to  confess  to  you  that  my  games  remains  confined  to  the  Underground,  nevertheless,  for  a  long  time,  the  Underground  has  been  present  in  this  world.  Like  an  endless  shadow  I  can  play  with.  Like  a  heavy  feeling  that  engulfs  the  bodies  of  mortals.  My  show  may  look  like  a  web  in  the  sky,  or  a  simple  demonstration  in  the  situation,  or  even  by  my  encounter.  I  can  show  you  though.  I  have  advantage  of  being  everywhere.  ❞

[lightcreators]

@hoovedrycal

An  attentive  gaze  was  watched  carefully  every  move  of  the  exposed  demonstration.  There  was  an  latent  consciousness,  concerning  how  his  expression  in  some  manner,  didn't  truly  changed  would  bring  some  wondering  questions  ---  in  which  sadly  answers  weren't  inclined  to  came.  It  would  be  rather  complicated  to  explaining  such  reasons,  when  …  well  …  he  did  experienced  it  though  his  own  particular  manners,  though  concerning  himself,  it  was  hardly  physically  the  change  could  be  exposed.  Excepted  maybe  one  thing,  one  tiny  detail  concerning  one  hobby  about  how  he  appreciated  sometimes  altering  the  narrative  or  himself  when  desired  projects  had  to  playing  a  bit  with  the  fabric  of  reality.  Nevertheless,  as  nothing  inside  his  emotionless  face  didn't  desiring  brought  an  misunderstanding  message,  lightness  within  his  blue  eyes  showed  clearly  interest,  brightness,  encouraging  and  supporting  gaze.  ❝   It's  quite  an  power  that  you  have.  ❞  He  had  been  hesitating  to  use  that  term.  Power.  It  always  meant  responsabilities.  It  always  meant  heavier  shoulders  and  an  consciousness.  It  always  meant  there  was  an  desire  for  more,  to  touching  other  spheres,  to  questioning  powerfulness.  Faculty  could  have  worked  but  it  must  have  coming  from  somewhere,  hence  he  had  preferred  using  the  good  word.  Particular  recongizable  habits  remained  anchored  within  his  behavior  still  ---  no  need  to  explain  why  it  sounded  perfectly  normal  for  his  eyes  to  perceiving  such  thing.  Naturally,  as  an  smile  exposed,  there  was  an  desire  to  protect  Regulus  with  such  responsabilities  he  had,  and  everything  in  the  sort.  He  was  never  complicated  on  that  domain.  He  was  spending  his  entire  life  helping  people.  There  was  always  somewhere  something  inside  his  universe  to  fix,  whatever  how  his  greatest  responsabilities  were  already  huge,  when  his  best  friend  would  still  complaining  on  his  inability  to  slow  down.  ❝   I'm  not  sure  you  did  born  with  the  ability  so  I'm  supposing  this  must  coming  from  somewhere,  and  must  be  enough  precious  for  you.  I  do  understand  the  concern  to  find  protectors  for  be  certain  it  will  not  fall  under  malicious  hands  or  be  altered.  ❞ 

[lightcreators]

Phantomhive  would  always  have  an  manor  though  his.  It  didn't  matter  how  long  he  could  stay.  It  didn't  matter  if  he  decided,  while  settling  down,  to  recodorating  some  rooms  for  his  own  taste,  since  it  would  always  be  better  than  his  manner  to  handling  the  thing  once  upon  a  time  with  a  demon.  He  would  be  flattered  instead  ---  to  always  have  an  reminder  of  Phantomhive,  that  he  could  always  watching,  in  middle  of  the  Trancy  household  …  as  the  name  transformed  officially  inside  something  even  more  obscure,  as  the  name  became  officially  associated  with  the  Underworld  and  the  witches  spheres.  If  he  could,  honestly,  he  would  recreate  these  hidden  rooms  trapped  inside  that  second  manor,  in  which  the  painting  of  that  say  Beatrice,  would  be  remembrance  he  didn't  belonged  anymore  inside  that  human  world  ---  But,  it  would  be  rather  additional  quest  to  FIND  again  that  sealed  second  manor.  It  has  been  that  discreete  devotion  from  that  old  asshole  than  bring  him  Philip  Butler  in  that  house  ---  It  turned  out  to  be  a  good  thing  because  there  was  Alois  Trancy  inside  of  it,  his  metaphoric  twin,  then  his  beggings  concerning  his  miserable  persona,  but  without  that  name  ---  Not  lot  of  thoughts  were  needed  for  remember  casually  how  huge  that  whole  manor  was,  how  ''alone''  he  has  been,  in  which,  if  he  managed  good his  role,  the  underworld  ( Underworld ) would  keep  him  compagny.

There  was  speaking  about  a  cake,  right  ?  He  decided  to  bring  that  oral  request  to  Hannah  regardless  if  she  anticipated  it  or  not.  On  that,  he  was  fast  to  notice,  and  he  appreciated  how  he  managed  to  illutimating  that  good  face  of  Phantomhive  !  An  laugh  welcomed  his  sudden  concerns  about  his  expression.  Nah,  nothing  on  the  sort  !  ❝  I  just  find  your  face  beautiful  ~  ❞  He  dropped  in  the  most  straightforwards  way  possible  along  an  playful  tone.  He  wasn't  going  to  thinking  too  much  about  the  whole  aspect  of  'I  can't  see  my  own  reflection'  he  catching  up  automatically  for  having  quite  opposite  problem  ---  he  couldn't  bear  to  seeing  his  own  reflection  without  hating  what  he  saw,  and  naturally  acted  inside  an  entire  temptation  to  destroy  the  mirror  in  front  of  him,  which  he  couldn't,  as  much  he  was  entitled  to  do  that.  This  was  part  of  the  curse.  This  was  part  to  have  his  Illusions  broken.  He  should  be  grateful  his  own  body  remained  the  exact  same  than  the  one  of  his  metaphoric  twin,  than  there  was  no  difference.  He  should  be  grateful  he  had  that  face.  Only,  it  was  an  physical  reminder  of  someone  he  needed  to  reach  again,  and  an  remembrance  of  an  constant  self-hatred.  He  wasn't  as  good  at  his  metaphoric  twin.  He  was  too  good  for  his  world  for  be  the  asshole  he  should  be.  If  he  managed  just  for  one  tiny  second  to  overcoming  these  feelings,  he  would  have  win  something  towards  his  goal  ---  Comically,  sometimes,  he  often  mocked  about  how  it  must  be  it,  to  feeling  like  an  butterfly  with  broken  wings,  trapped  in  an  cage  … 

Thoughts  who  were  calmed  down  by  the  sound  of  Phantomhive  voice.  Considering  how  much  studying  Phantomhive  has  been  only  thing  has  making  him  live  so  far,  there  was  some  shops  in  London  in  which  for  sure  they  would  find  his  style.  Since  he  was  the  boy  fated  to  the  daylight,  to  suffering  noblesse  sphere  in  all  their  atrocities  (  and  didn't  have  the  guts  to  asking  Philip  Butler  to  imposing  another  wind  of  terror,  for  be  scared  already  he  was  part  of  the  current  wind  ),  he  knew  a  bit  about  that  …  Besides,  he  knew  there  was  nothing  coming  from  his  outfits  that  could  match  Phantomhive.  His  style  was  weirded  than  him,  and  as  much  he  would  need  to  do  the  effort  to  looking  normal  someday  from  Victorian  standards,  it  seemed  another  chore.  Ah,  by  the  way,  he  had  forgotten  that  last  expressed  detail  …  from  his  view,  he  wasn't  like  he  was  protecting  an  fugitive.  It  was  just  his  beloved  Phantomhive  needed  his  help,  and  how  settling  down  the  situation  with  the  underworld  homework  …  In  which  he  was  attempting  to  do  something.  ❝  Hmmm.  Since  you  cannot  go  outside,  I  can  ask  Hannah  to  bring  you  looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot  of  outfits,  new  ones  inside  the  ones  you  get  before,  or  if  possible,  the  ones  you've  had  in  your  house.  I  know  couple  of  shops  I'm  sure  that  will  please  you  but  since  you're  supposed  to  remain  discreete  …  ❞  He  proposed.  Regardless  if  Astre  considered  he  didn't  need  to  play  comedy  upon  an  role  he  played,  meanwhile  he  needed  to  carry  out  the  role  of  Alois  Trancy  (  Jim  Macken  can't  exist  anymore  ),  inside  that  affectionate  love  upon  an  new-created  identity,  pretending  nevertheless  a  lie  can  be  helpul  ?  Besides,  as  much  he  wasn't  the  one  he  pretended  to  be,  he  remained  an  proud  noble  ?  He  shouldn't  be  ashamed  to  loving  what  he  loved  outfits  standpoint.  On  his  side,  his  comedy  was  related  to  how  transforming  an  angel  in  demon,  so,  the  whole  appareance  part,  as  amusing  the  situation  was,  as  much  they  knew,  there  looking  exactly  alike,  and  there  was  nothing  to  transforming  on  that  point  !  He  nodded  as  he  listened  to  his  following  sentencces.  ❝  I'm  already  buying  inside  your  compagny,  so  if  you  want  something  from  it,  I  might  have  it.  Has  been  productive  these  past  months,  I  missed  nothing.  I  love  sweets  on  your  compagny  too~  ❞  By  the  proposition  expressed  in  whispers,  an  deep  interested  smile  exposed,  before  it  exploded  with  joy.  ❝  I  would  like  to  learn  the  art  of  sewing  with  you  !  I  really  like  this  idea  !  That  way,  you  will  always  be  with  me !    ❞ He  didn't  know  how  to  do  anything  with  his  hands,  so  he  was  going  to  have  to  learn  from  scratch.  He  had  never  asked  the  future  Vessalius  Duke,  who  was  heavily  associated  with  this  otherworldly  rabbit  world,  if  he  could  do  it  …  and  in  a  way,  it  was  comical.  ❝  I  can  already  see  the  style  you  must  be  imagining  in  your  head  because  I  know  the  rabbits  in  your  company  well  ~  This  will  pass  the  time during many weeks ~   Phantomhive  and  Trancy,  together  forever~  ❞

A...oh, that was right. Astre did still have a manor, in a way. Well. If he was going to pass a message to Hannah, that would take care of the cake situation. Something nice, brighten up his face. "What is wrong with my face? Did I look sad? Or upset? Is that why you want to do something nice and brighten up my face?" Astre himself couldn't see his own reflection, unless he was to look in a mirror which there was not one around. Or. To look at his reflection in the water. Again however, there was no water around to peer into.

"I have a idea. Maybe we can get new outfits. Because i've been wearing the same clothes for awhile now." And it wasn't like he could ever go back to the Phantomhive manor, grab clothes from his wardrobe and walk back out without being noticed. Astre had been thinking of getting new clothes for some time. They didn't need to be fancy since a fugitive on the run couldn't exactly wear clothes suited for nobility in the open.

"I also want something else, that would actually brighten my mood. You remember I owned a company that made sweets and toys. They wouldn't recognize you. But they would me, unless I put on a dis...." He almost said disguise, recalling that one time he had to dress up as a girl. "Forget a disguise. I just think, it would be kind of.....cute to get matching stuffed rabbits." He did his best to try and mumble the last part.