#elsword male aisha

[reylay]

cause I didn’t draw him for so long

[ask-trashtsundere]

I’m slow, sorry. And I don’t know If I can answer some ask in the next days. Not that I’m dead as fuck anyways LOL.

No my Mom is just in hospital soo, yeah ´w`

[rainsonata]

Doppelgänger 11/15

Chapter 11: Echoes 

Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; none Rating: T Word Count: 7,958

Summary: It was like looking into a mirror. What happens when one’s reflection talks back and throws uncomfortable questions? El Search Party struggles to find entrance into the Demon Realm, but Dominator has a plan.   

Alternative Title: Dominator fucked up and now everyone meets their alternative selves   

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— [Chapter 01] [Chapter 02] [Chapter 03] [Chapter 04] [Chapter 05] [Chapter 06] [Chapter 07] [Chapter 08] [Chapter 09] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] —  

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Class Notes: 

Canon Path: Knight Emperor, Aether Sage, Daybreaker, Rage Hearts, Code: Esencia, Comet Crusader, Apsara, Empire Sword, Doom Bringer, Ishtar and Chevalier (Innocent), Bluhen   

Alternative Path: Rune Slayer, Oz Sorcerer, Anemos, Furious Blade, Code: Ultimate, Fatal Phantom, Devi, Flame Lord, Dominator, Timoria and Abysser (Catastrophe), Richter

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Oz Sorcerer

Dusk bordered at the horizon when Oz returned to camp. Dozens of tents rose in a mass of colors and arranged into smaller circles with a smaller campfire for each group. Oz saw tents of the close-ranged fighters placed closer to the edge of their resting site, the ones ready for combat to the sound of intruders. Those that relied more on magic or needed more time to prepare like Rune and Dominator placed their tents more inward from the edge of the area they resided in.

“Hey, ‘cuse me,” a male voice grunted. “Sorry, come through.” 

The smell of blood and dirt filled the air. Knight was hauling a wild boar that was easily twice his size. Blood was dripping down the carcass and onto Knight’s armor. His great sword was tucked into a scabbard strapped to his back, grating against the gravel as he dragged the ridiculous sized animal over his shoulder. A quiet gasp escaped from a lower tree branch whipping into his vicinity and swapped the young man. 

“Need help?” Oz leaned forward, “I can barely see your face from here.” 

“Yes,” Knight groaned under the weight of the boar. How could someone so short carry a monster of that size? She was impressed. 

With the help of Angkor (“I’m not here to do grunt work!” He huffed.), she helped him carry the dead animal across camp. It took all of Oz’s effort now to lower the boar over a pile of dried leaves. They placed the boar next to a campfire. She watched its beady eyes staring back at her, dead and fish-eyed in death. 

She didn’t know the Demon Realm had animals.

Then again, Angkor didn’t really tell her much about the realm that demons called home. Oz looked up to see the moons nestled among the clouds. Angkor and Timoria spoke of their old allies and enemies, but their narrative of the Demon Realm varied. She guessed that it was as big and diverse as Elrios was. It took her weeks to journey from Sander all the way to Ruben in search of the Ring of Mimir, so maybe it would take weeks to reach the other end of the Demon Realm?

“What are you doing?” Oz observed Knight taking out a dagger from his belt. Angkor scurried off in bat form when Knight started skinning the animal with precision.  

“Prepping for dinner,” Knight said. He let out a nervous chuckle. “Do you want to help?”

“Sure,” Oz placed her staff on her belt to make her hands free. “What do we do first?”

“Uh, right.” Knight looked happy? He moved aside to patted the ground to gesture at her into joining him, nodding his head, “I want you to grab a bucket or any containers you have. We’ll be draining its blood to make pig blood curd for soups and congee in the morning. Once we finish, we’ll be carving the meat and use half of it to make dried jerky for battle rations. I already cleaned it out before I started skinning it.”

“These? Do you make everyone you talk to do this?” Oz asked. Placing the bowls aside, she sat on the floor next to Knight. “What happened to your friends?”

“Most of them are still resting after the fights,” Knight chuckled. “And you looked like you weren’t busy. What’s so funny?” 

He stopped to give her a strange look. What? Was Knight already detecting her sad attempt to keep a poker face during his long lecture? He glanced over Oz before making note of Angkor, who was back to his bat form. Angkor settled on her lap as a bat and giggled when Oz tried to move it. Did Angkor gain weight? Oz placed her hand over her chest and pretended to blush. 

“See something you like?” She teased. 

“I’m surprised you’re helping me after some of my friends tried to hurt you,” Knight was not fazed. 

“This wouldn’t be the first time our enemies became our allies,” Oz mused. “Rune asked me to do the same when we first met.” 

“Oh… sorry about that.” He was embarrassed. 

“What are you apologizing for? It’s always good to have a refresher!” Oz exclaimed, “Your hands were full and you looked like you needed help.”  

Knight looked relieved and nodded to himself. It was subtle, but a distinct smile. The kind Rune had when he learned a new technique to manipulate his runes. He was taller than Rune, towering over her with sleeves rolled back while working. His hair was a short neat cut, matching his eyes and the rest of his armor.   

After they extracted blood from the boar, they let it sit in one of the metal bowls to solidify. They would then slide the curd into smaller pieces to be salted and heated in a pot. Knight handed her a dagger and they began dividing the meat into sections. Oz let the man take the lead and insert the sharp edge towards the spine, cleaning the meat off the bone in one swipe. Knight expertly placed the meat into a separate container for later use and hummed as he worked. For a moment, she caught serenity in his silence, taking pride in his hard work.  

“Is it always you who does this?” Oz asked. 

“Sometimes it’s Elesis or Raven,” Knight said. “The others have offered to help, but I’m doing it today. Are you okay with that?”

“You’re asking me now?” Oz let out a mellow laugh, “It’s gross, but you look so sad doing it by yourself.”

“I look sad?” Knight chuckled, “I’m used to doing it by myself. I had to do it when ‘sis was out of the picture.” 

Stupid, Aisha! She scolded herself. Now she made him remember a lonely part of his life. Oz took deep breaths and counted backwards from ten. He didn’t even look upset about it and laughed. 

“But thank you for offering to help,” Knight said. “Food will be ready sooner and we can focus on everyone recovering.” 

“When was the last time you visited Ruben?” Oz asked.  

“It’s been years,” he admitted. “Haven’t had much time to return with everything that’s been happening.” 

“Do you miss home?” 

“Sometimes,” Knight said. “But when I’m with my friends, it’s like I have a second home. You know what I mean? Don’t laugh, but I hope I can one day show them Ruben when things are peaceful again.” 

“No, that sounds like a wonderful dream,” Oz softened her expression and thought about the people she grew up with. She wondered if her teammates felt the same. 

Oz started setting the seasoned meats onto a dry metal tablet to be smoked when she heard Angkor squeak. She looked up to Aether stomping over to her. Dressed in a white skirt accented by purple, Aether wielded a staff and looked short out of breath. Did all of Knight’s friends wear white?  

“Aisha?” Knight didn’t notice the dark aura radiating from the sulking mage. 

“Elsword,” Aether stopped to catch her breath. The twin cowlicks sprouting from her roots drooped as she rested her hands over her knees before bringing her head up. Her face was flustered, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Helping Ciel prep for dinner. Oz is helping me.” Knight said and looked at her with pleading eyes. Did he just give Aether puppy eyes? He and Rune were cut from the same cloth. “Did Bluhen heal your arm?”     

“No one else can heal besides him, my arm is fine.” Aether huffed. “Did you just kill that boar by yourself? You should be resting. You’ve gone missing for two days!” 

“I’m not hurt!” Knight stood up for Aether to see. “Not a single cut! Ain healed most of my injuries!”  

“You can’t rely on him all the time for heals,” Aether glared. “I just talked to him and he said you should be resting. I bet you didn’t tell Ciel that, did you?” 

“I… no.” He said in a small voice. 

If looks could kill, Knight would have died twice fold from the intense looks the mage was sending to him. Oz held back her laughter as Aether scrutinized the red-haired man. Aether threw a side-eyed look to Oz as if debating if it was the dark mage’s fault for letting Knight do things by himself. 

“I helped him before no one else was,” Oz said before Aether could open her mouth. “We were almost done before you came here.”   

Glancing at the smoked meats and the pork blood curd finished steaming in the heated pot, Aether didn’t argue. She turned pink, embarrassed and offered an apology to both of them. Oz overheard Angkor chattering to her and hushed him to be quiet. 

“Do I look that awful?” Knight asked. 

“You look like a zombie,” Aether said. 

“Really? I was thinking more like a sad phoru.” Oz pointed to the bags under Knight’s eyes. Knight tilted his head to the side in confusion. 

“Go wash your hands and rest until dinner is ready,” Aether groaned before gesturing to Oz. “I’ll help her finish up the rest of what you already started.” 

“All right,” Knight walked past Aether. “Sorry for making you worry.” 

Oz wished he would stop taking blame for things in a feeble attempt to soothe anger from either side. It was grating on her nerves and didn’t suit him at all. It made her miss the slight flare of arrogance Rune had when thinking he found the perfect ratio of hot pepper flakes to apply to pork jerky, or when he set the entire demon army on fire. 

“Hey, worrying is our job.” Aether stopped him, “That’s what we’re here for.” 

Knight laughed.

There was silence between the two women when he left. Aether finished slicing the meat into thin pieces. Her slices were sloppier than Knight’s but cut close to the bone of the boar and marinated the meat in a metal bowl. Oz rotated the smoked meat for the other side to be cooked and checked on the pork blood curd. Their campsite smelled of smoked and seasoned meats.     

“So you do have a demon,” Aether looked at Angkor with the same fascination as one would with deadly forest fungi.

“Have?” Oz rolled her eyes, “He’s not a pet. More like a contract.” 

It was hard to believe Angkor was a demon god for the number of times he wouldn’t stop chattering demon gossip to her or demanding for more cookies. Oz wondered if looking like a child brought in the childish tendencies in the demon bat. His powers on the other hand were worth discussing and helped her in battles countless times. 

“How did that happen?” Aether asked. 

“Well, I was practicing dark magic when Angkor approached me.” Oz said, “He saw talent in me and offered a deal to me.” 

“And the clothes?” 

“That’s what you’re worried about the most?” Oz said, “I don’t mind. Maybe more ruffles than I wanted, but the gain in power was what mattered.” 

“You didn’t find the Ring of Mimir either?” 

“No,” Oz shook her head. The blood curd was done. She drained water from the pot and transferred them over to a container for storage. “Are you still looking for it?” 

“Yes,” Aether closed her eyes. “We were so close to catching the culprit. He ran off before I had the chance to get it back.”

“Do you think it will return your powers?” 

“I don’t know, maybe? I relearned the fundamentals of elemental magic, but there’s still more to be learned.” Aether said, “Hennon doesn’t have rights over that ring grandfather worked hard to uncover.” 

Oz tried to remember a time when she believed in having the ring restore her powers. After no leads to it, she turned to dark magic because she didn’t want to relearn something she had already lost. The Hennon of her world also had the Ring of Mimir, but that was the least of their concerns when there was an urgent matter of restoring the El. 

“So what’s with you and Elsword?” Aether asked. “I saw you two talking.”      

“Still obsessing over that boy?” Oz teased. 

“What?” Aether paused, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You keep looking at him.” Oz teased. “It’s like I’m not even here.” 

Aether sat still, frozen in time, and forgot that she had a knife in her hand. The knife remained suspended in a fist hold grip, losing its use in her hands. Her eyes widened, shocked by the statement and Oz’s impatience. Talking to Aether was coming into contact with a reflection of herself when she was eighteen years old, infatuated and hopeful in catching the attention of a red-haired boy. 

“It looked like you two were having fun,” Aether turned pink. “You two share nothing in common, but you made it look easy to talk to him about anything.” 

“I just let him talk about things he’s interested in,” Oz shrugged. “Didn’t you travel with him for five years?”  

“Yes, but I’m not sure if I know him as well as I thought I did.” She confessed, “When he went missing, I mistook Rune for him. It was so obvious. I feel like an idiot.”

“They’re pretty similar,” Oz said. “Both of them act like idiots, won’t stop talking about meat, insist they’re used to doing things alone...”

“That’s the thing!” Aether threw her arms in the air, “He always does all these things by himself, acting like everything is his fault. It’s so frustrating! How many times do we need to tell him we don’t mind?” 

“I think that’s why Knight hides things,” Oz leaned back. “He probably didn’t want to make you all worry, even if it’s a stupid idea and you all care about him either way.”  

Oz collected the remnants of the skinned and deboned animal. The bones were saved to be used as a base for soups and broths. She was impressed by Knight’s work ethic that expanded even outside of his training. Left to live by himself at a young age, Knight must have learned to never let food be wasted. He and Rune were masters in hunting and finishing chores, but worked twice as hard in training.     

“I wonder if I scared him away, yelling at him like that.” Aether thought aloud. “I can’t stand seeing him get hurt again.” 

“You still like him,” Oz commented. 

“Don’t you?” Aether asked.     

“Maybe not in the same sense as you do,” Oz said. “We tried to connect a few times but decided it wasn’t working for us. He’s now with Chung.” 

“What?” 

Aether dropped the metal container with the blood curd. Luckily, it was sealed shut. Oz retrieved the container from the mage with a kind expression. 

“Elsword and Chung are dating,” Oz said. “Or Rune and Phantom if you’re keeping track of nicknames.” 

“No wonder they kept looking at each other,” she overheard Aether mutter to herself. “Does that mean our Elsword and Chung are…” 

“I don’t know,” Oz said. “Not everything is set in stone. Your timeline is already different than ours, so I wouldn’t give up yet. Knight might like Crusader, you, a random village girl, or even Add.” 

“Ha!” Aether snorted. “Unlikely.” 

Oz grinned. She liked her. 

“Let’s deliver these to Ciel and Abysser.” Aether started collecting the containers, one under each arm. “They said they were going to cook something tonight.” 

Would this be enough to feed all of them? After washing her hands, Oz joined in helping her, taking the containers that were left to bring over to their teammates. She couldn’t imagine how Knight could have completed this task on his own. The next time she saw Rune attempting to do the same, she’ll have to make sure she or someone else would help him. 

“It’s always a pleasure talking to myself,” Oz tipped her hat and feigned a formal bow. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Aether rolled her eyes but softened his expression. “I think it’ll be easier to talk to Elsword now that I understand him a little better.” 

“I think you already do,” Oz said. “You’re already thinking like him and helping people.” 

“Is that a compliment I hear?” Aether’s grin mirrored hers, “Don’t expect less from the great Aisha!” 

“Do you talk like that to everyone?” 

“...shut up.”

Oz snickered.  

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Apsara

“And then Elesis set the pole on fire,” Anemos said. 

“A pole?” Apsara repeated. 

“She got her tongue stuck on one and tried to free himself by setting it on fire,” the elf explained. “The city wasn’t happy and we had to pay for the damage. Luckily, we had enough from the major mission in Hamel.” 

W-wait, that didn’t sound good! Apsara panicked as Anemos let out a noble woman’s laugh. It was good that they had enough money to pay for the damage cost, but was it okay to cause a fire in the middle of a city? 

“B-but, Flame was okay, right?” Apsara stuttered. 

“Oh, she was perfectly fine,” Anemos added. “Can’t say the same about the rest of the city. That was rough.” 

“There’s more?” Apsara squeaked. 

“Trouble always seems to follow your team, it seems.” Daybreaker chuckled. “It sounds like your friends ran into a lot of strange adventures and close calls.” 

Apsara nodded in agreement. She gripped her cup, running her thumbs over the edge and watching the tea steam rise and fall. It was her own personal tea set from what was left over of her ruined home in Fluone's Northern Empire. Bamboo and cranes were painted in dark green onto the cups. The tea kettle was decorated in a similar theme with a giant crane spreading its wings in bamboo bedding. It was a gift from her late mother before she passed away.  

Anemos was just as she imagined the other Rena to be. Kind, funny, always ready to share stories of her travels and offering great advice, although Anemos had a more playful side. A smirk grew at the edge of Anemos’ lips, sipping from her cup of tea. 

“I can say the same to your team,” Anemos said. “Unconventionally breaking into the Demon Realm and angering Dark Elves sounds like a rough trip.” 

“We were lucky that Rena was here to talk it out and help us work together,” Apsara beamed. “Without her, we might still be enemies!”

“It’s a good thing we understood each other,” Daybreaker said. “I didn’t think we would meet Dark Elves so soon.” 

“What are they like?” Anemos asked.     

Both of them are correct, Eun yawned. Luck has saved you and your friends many times. How much longer will it carry you until it runs out?  

Apsara shivered at the meaning behind Eun’s words. The nine-tailed fox was not one for talk and preferred being a spectator from the safety of her mind, but occasionally left a piece of wisdom for her to think on.   

Eun was right. They were lucky that she accidentally fell into the labyrinth of ruin that connected Elrios to the Demon Realm. According to Daybreaker, the language the Dark Elves spoke was closer to the Ancient Elven tongue, a skill not many elves possessed. After struggling to rescue Knight from the El, things were beginning to line up for them.  However, as lucky as they were, there were just as many misfortunes that fell on them and stalled time for the enemy to get away. It was something Apsara couldn’t forgive. They had to do more than fall on lady luck to seek justice for the lives of those impacted by the enemy.   

“Apsara?” Anemos broke through the martial artist’s train of thought. She had a gentle expression, “Was the medicine too strong? You look out of it.” 

“I’m fine,” Apsara rubbed her forehead. It still hurt where she fell on her face.  She was going to let it heal naturally.  It was barely a scratch worth using healing magic. “Hey, Anemos? How do you plan to return back to Elrianode?” 

“Tired of us already?” Anemos teased, placing her finger over her lips. “With the teleportation device broken, we won’t be going home until it gets repaired. Why do you ask? Was your trip a one-way trip?”

“I’m afraid it was,” Daybreaker said. “We were planning to find an alternate way to get back once we found the Dark El.” 

“Your team didn’t look good when we fought you,” Anemos commented. “Was a demon giving you trouble?”

“Nephilim Lord,” Apsara said. “It looked like the one in Velder, but bigger. You saw one before, right? It warned us about a fiery aura.”  

The one they fought was several times the size, asbestos white and covered in bright rainbow-colored armor-like scales. It had horns protruding from its body and had no need to move to efficiently burn through their defense. The most powerful of all Nephilim, it was sentient and lost control of itself until it was taken down by the El Search Party.         

Anemos frowned and bit her lip in deep thought, mumbling to herself in Elven. At the mention of Nephilim Lord, the gears in the elf’s mind began to turn. Her eyes were calculating and darted up to where the sky was. Apsara looked up to see where the older woman was looking. 

Cloud swirled collectively around the portals appearing and closing, deviating from one another. Apsara became dizzy looking at them and returned her eyes to Anemos, whose complexion remained serious.

“Was Nehphilim Lord the cause of this?” Anemos asked. 

“I don’t think so,” Daybreaker shook her head. “It’s been like this since Paradox fought with us. He seems to have control over those portals.”

“Maybe we can use those portals to go back to Elrianode!” Apsara exclaimed. 

“Assuming we can control them ourselves,” Anemos sighed. “Unless you know anything about time and space.”  

Apsara felt her cheeks turn warm and pouted. Was it unrealistic in trying to secure a way back to Elrios? She already felt guilty leaving behind the world she and her friends worked hard to protect. On the other hand, the Dark Elves were relying on them to sort out the unstable spike of energy coming from the shadows of Varnimyr, a place where even Eun was uncertain about their safety. Ever since they have arrived at the Demon Realm, they have dug their feet into the dark with little guidance of where to go. It was worrying not knowing if there was a way back.  

“I’m not even sure if one of those portals even works,” Daybreaker said. “We don’t know what’s on the other side. What if we end up in another world like you and your friends did?” 

Apsara stared into the dense forest surrounding the cavern area. She didn’t even think about the possibility of coming out on one end of a portal into a world that bore little resemblance to Elrios or the Demon Realm. They would have to start all over again from scratch and adjust to a world with new laws and boundaries like they did when they first arrived in the Demon Realm.   

It would be difficult to find a way back to Elrionode, Eun said. There is little else that can be done without taking a risk.  

“We haven’t had the best luck in making things go according to plan,” Anemos added. “We still need to find the Dark El first before returning. Those portals will still be here when we find it.” 

“Finding the Dark El won’t be easy, but I believe we’ll find it soon.” Apsara finally said. “We have even more people now to make it work. We’ll all be coming home soon.”

“How touching,” a new voice drawled. Devi emerged from the shadows, letting the flame light flicker across her amber eyes. She looked down at Apsara’s smaller form. “I never thought of myself as a wide-eyed optimist.”  

Apsara turned around to see a round face covered by dark black locks. The long ripples from the ends of her dress made Devi appear taller and thinner. Next to Apsara, she was covered in black and orange, resembling a dark butterfly spreading its wings in her dress billowing in the gentle breeze. Devi smiled, but her eyes held an unsteady gaze.           

Careful, Ara. Urgency rose in Eun’s voice, She’s dangerous. 

“A-ara! I mean me! Devi, I mean, uh, what do you prefer being called?” Apsara cried and lowered her head in a ninety-degree bow, “I didn’t see you there, did you need something? Of course, you did, that’s why you’re here. Are you mad at us for hurting your friends? I’m so sorry. You must be furious with us, please forgive us. I-”

“You talk too much,” Devi silenced Apsara with a single motion of a raised hand. “I barely caught any of that. Are you a mouse? I hear a lot of squeaking.” 

“A mouse?” Apsara felt dizzy. She lifted her head, moving her hands behind her head in a daze. “You mean the animal?” 

“You’re scaring her,” Anemos chided. 

“I’m not scared!” Apsara protested. “She caught me by surprise, that’s all! ”

“Am I not allowed to join tea with you ladies?” Devi poured a cup for herself and nestled herself between Devi and Anemos. Like Apsara, she drank her tea from a cup carefully held between her delicate fingers. She ignored the milk and sugar provided for Anemos and Daybreaker, who were less accustomed to drinking tea without them.

“Careful, it’s still hot-” Apsara stopped when Devi chugged the rest of the tea and blew hot air from her mouth. How scary, she thought.  

“Your tea is all right,” Devi said. “Needs more herbs.” 

Apsara stopped breathing. Her head was still spinning from processing that they were the same person. The way Devi carried herself was something only Apsara could dream of when she let Eun take over. She couldn’t sense Eun’s presence being the dominant one from her alternate, so the confidence was all Devi. 

Devi and the rest of the alternate El Search Party reminded her of the old folk tales she had read as a child. Doppelgangers from another world that bore resemblance to the people she knew. The doppelgangers in the stories were often demons or evil spirits in disguise, but Devi and the others were neither of them.    

“We’re running low on tea,” Apsara said.  

“You were talking about the Dark El,” Devi narrowed her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder to scan their surroundings before lowering her voice, “I don’t think I need to explain what it is or why it’s important. Where is it?” 

“We don’t know,” Daybreaker said. “We’re still searching for it like you. We’re only a few weeks ahead of you.” 

Devi cursed. 

“But since you’re here, we can look for it together!” Apsara said. “Nephilim Lord said it would offer us information about it if we search for the source of aura that’s been unstabilizing its home.” 

“It’s our best shot at the moment,” Anemos agreed. “With this many people, we’ll find the source of the aura in no time.”   

“You don’t think you’re being used to take care of someone else’s problem?” Devi looked at Apsara with skepticism. “Your girlfriend told me it tried to kill you.” 

It was true that Nephillim Lord tried to kill the El Search Party, but it wasn’t the first time an enemy was restrained under mind control or agitation. How much did Empire tell Devi about their circumstances?  

“We’re doing this because we want to punish those that tried to take advantage of the people living here,” Apsara said. “I won’t stand for that.”  

“Nephillim Lord was influenced by the aura,” Daybreaker explained. “We made a promise to help it out. The Dark Elves revere it as a god and protector. We’re not leaving until everything is back to normal.” 

“They have a better lead than we do,” Anemos placed her hands over her lap. She kept her voice low. “This may be our only chance.” 

Devi folded her arms back and grasped the handle of her spear. Still smiling, it was unnerving to see red flash through Devi’s eyes before returning back to amber. It took Apsara a moment to remember that Devi must have Eun too. Those two must be close for Devi to maintain the same facial expression even when Eun had its brief moment of existence. 

“For the monster’s sake, I hope it understands the consequences if it doesn’t follow through with its promise.” Devi mused.  

“Elesis told me you used different martial arts,” Aspara ignored the dark comment. “What are they?” 

“Is that what’s on your mind?” Devi rose a brow. “They’re secret arts from a book that specializes in dark energy. I’m curious about you as well. We’ll have to find out in a spar.” 

“Another time,” Anemos said. “There might be more fighting if we’re going to find the source of the aura.” 

“We thought the source of the aura was you and your friends,” Daybreaker admitted to Anemos. “But that wasn’t it. The aura is not from you, but somewhere else. We might be struggling to find it because it’s still dormant.” 

That meant they had more time to prepare for another battle, right? Apsara pulled the kettle to pour herself another cup of tea. Blowing the fumes away, she sipped as she gripped on her spear with her free hand. It was unclear what the source of the aura was, but she could feel its presence hovering over the region, a dull uncomfortable weight over her shoulders. It was going to get worse if it awakened. Their friends were still recovering from the last battle and they needed to regroup with a new plan.   

“Elesis mentioned your name when I talked to her,” Apsara looked at Devi, who was already on her third cup of tea. “What did you do to her?” 

Empire gave her a wide-eyed look when Apsara asked about her alternate. Her complexion was the same color as her hair before Apsara took her girlfriend’s hand and offered to change the topic.   

“Hm?” Devi giggled when Apsara gave her a questioning look, “Oh, I may have provoked her into fighting me, called her princess, and now she’s angry at me.”

“You need to go back and apologize to her!” Apsara shook Devi by the shoulders and cried when the other woman cackled. “Devi! That’s not funny!” 

“They’re so lively,” Anemos commented. 

“With two of them, I’m sure they were going to be.” Daybreaker chuckled. 

“Are you happy with your progress?” 

Huh? Devi’s question was one that haunted Apsara, an anxious voice whispering into her ear in the darkest of nights, taunting her with doubt that fed off of her uncertainty.  Apsara felt Eun tense, rising from her subconscious and voicing its opinion of her counterpart, none of them were kind or generous. She ignored the fox spirit and had a thoughtful expression. 

Devi was terse, asking biting questions and offering brisk answers in return. Despite being squished in between Apsara and the two Renas, she never relaxed. Legs crossed with one hand kept close to her spear, Devi’s smile failed to reach the rest of her face.   

“You keep following these people, nowhere close to your goal and walking in circles,” Devi said. “Are you satisfied?” 

“I am,” Apsara examined the woman with sadness. She reached for Devi and placed one hand over her alternate’s forearm. “Why are you always sad?” 

“I’m not sad,” Devi forced a laugh. 

She was lying. 

“It doesn’t bother me that we keep getting sidetracked,” Apsara said with earnest. “I’m not even sure if we’re doing the right thing, but I want to help my friends stabilize the El because I know they would do the same if I needed help. Do you ever feel like that?”   

“I do,” Devi said. For the first time, she relaxed and looked at Apsara with a pensive expression. “We’re lucky to have people like them.” 

“I think they would be happy if we let them know that,” Apsara smiled. “Tell me about your friends.” 

And Devi did.   

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Timoria

Smoke filled the campsite as Timoria hopped over to put out the fire with a pan lid. Hot air hissed from the top and she jolted back. Her tail curled up and her eyes grew wide, panicking and rushing to put the lid back on. Puffing air into her palms, Timoria shrieked when she bumped into Abysser from behind.  

“Sorry!” Abysser put up her two hands. “Didn’t mean to scare you like that. I’m not sure what has gotten into you today, but I can take over now.” 

“You said you felt light-headed,” Timoria accused him. 

“I feel better, I promise!” Abysser laughed. “Not sure what the fuss is about.” 

“You passed out from an explosion,” Timoria said. 

“But I’m still alive and kicking,” he grinned. “You don’t need to sacrifice your time to cook for everyone.” 

An overreaction? Perhaps, especially when her partner in crime was no longer human but now a fully fledged demon, but Abysser wasn’t replaceable. He was more than that, a chimera between a butler and a close friend. People have mistaken them to be related and it didn’t bother Timoria as much as she would have expected. Their bonds were no longer linked as a single unit, but she could tell when the dummy showed his teeth and cocked his head to the side in an attempt to reassure her that he was fine. 

What was Abysser thinking getting up close to shield her from Bluhen? Humans called it heroic, but she called it foolish and impulsive. The man who called himself a priest was suppressing his energy to create an explosion that could have wiped out a demon army. There was nothing heroic about a nearly dying face planted into the dirt. 

“You said someone taught you how to bake and cook,” Timoria said. “Why don't you teach me too? I’m ready to graduate from, ‘Lu, go pick some herbs.’, ‘Lu, can you set up the table?’, and ‘Lu, where’s the spoon?’.”

She made faces and lowered her pitch when she did her Abysser impersonation, pacing around the campsite. 

“Do I really talk like that?” Abysser scratched his head but softened his expression. “I didn’t know you wanted to learn.” 

“You make it sound like I never help,” Timoria pouted and tucked her arms under her long sleeves, feeling the pain crisscrossing into her bandaged fingers like pin needles. “Did I do a good job of cutting the vegetables?” 

Who knew humans consumed so much of them. She didn’t realize how picky Abysser was in how he wanted things to be cut and presented. One would think he was about to serve a meal to the king of Velder.    

“Never said you didn’t.” Abysser said, “I think it’s great you want to help. You did good for a first-timer.”

There he goes again, Timoria placed her hand over her hip. Making that face again, borderlining on smug in catching her showing consideration for others, brimming with the kind of pride she associated with parents to their children. Any outsider would have mistaken them to be related, but she never protested because she saw how happy it made Abysser. People still mistook her as a child, but she was getting taller, she was sure of it!

“Now we wait until it boils, right?” Timoria asked. 

Abysser hummed and nodded his head for an affirmation. 

Timoria hovered over with her wings out for a better view of the stew. She knew there was a lot of stirring involved, but she would leave that to Abysser. The last time she attempted, the campsite was nearly burned down and she didn’t trust herself to know when their meal would be ready.    

She went back to the stream flowing at the edge of camp to wash her hands, carefully cleaning the dirt under her claws. The demon lord felt the cold water run between her claws and relished the familiarity of it. It wasn’t the dark quarters of her old realm, but she recognized the moons passing by when she returned to see a figure waiting for her.  

Sitting at the edge of a fallen log was a demon adorned in white and royal blue. Pale locks cascaded past her thighs and touched the back of her heels. Cyan colored horns similar to Timoria's protruded from the side of Ishtar’s head. Bright eyes the color of starlight gazed past the horizon to meet Timoria’s.    

“Do you always talk to him like that?” Ishtar asked. 

“Who?” Timoria tried not to stare. It was blinding to look at her other self, ethereal under the moonlight and projecting the very image Timoria once wished to reclaim. “Ciel?” 

“You look like you two were having fun,” she looked sad. Was Ishtar envious of them?  

“I don’t expect him to do everything when he needs time to recover from a fight,” Timoria said. “Does he not let you help out?” 

“He does, but insists he can do everything.” Ishtar rolled her eyes, “I don’t think Ciel knows what I can do.”  

“I find that hard to believe,” Timoria said.  

Chevalier was a quiet man. Exchanging a polite smile to Timoria, he waited for Ishtar to talk first before replying back with an equally amicable response. He maintained an air of dignity, but Timoria sensed a difference in his dynamic with Ishtar than her’s and Abysser’s. His hair was a light shade of blue, but it was clear that he was still partially human. 

Ishtar and Chevalier’s relationship wasn’t one of malevolence if she was to believe Richter’s account and from her own observations. Timoria recalled how he and Ishtar fought back at the edge of the forest, perfectly synchronized on the same wavelength of El resonance. Bounded together by powerful magic that turned their souls into one, Ishtar relied on Chevalier as much as the butler did to her. It was not unlike the bond Timoria used to share with Abysser before they parted to become equals. 

“I suppose you’re right,” Ishtar mumbled. “I sometimes wonder if it bothers him doing everything for me.” 

“I think you would be the first to know.” Timoria thought about the time Abysser was depressed after being rejected by a phoru. She bit her lips, “but I think he would appreciate it if you showed him your thanks.”  

Her counterpart rose, parting her lips and rounding them at the realization. Nodding her head, she accepted Timoria’s explanation and scrunched up her brows in deep thought. Much to her annoyance, Ishtar towered over her by almost a head. To outsiders, Timoria was a child while Ishtar had the appearance of an older teen or a young adult.  

“What would make him happy?” Ishtar wondered out loud. “He likes phorus, but I’m not very good with them. I tried baking cookies for him once, but he choked on it and I guess humans don’t like too much red pepper paste-” 

“You put what in cookies?” Timoria interrupted. She tried to imagine what those cookies looked like when they were finished and presented to the butler. Poor Chevalier...  

“I wanted to make them red because he once said he liked that color,” Ishtar protested. 

“I’m surprised he didn’t try to rescue them and make them edible,” Timoria said. 

“He did,” she said. “I’m not sure how he did it, but it was delicious. Humans are more adaptive than we demons give them credit for.” 

It suddenly made sense why Chevalier didn’t let Ishtar take up on cooking duty. 

“Is this why he still treats me like a child?” Ishtar sighed. “I made him do extra work he didn’t have to do.”

“My Ciel treats me like a kid too,” Timoria said. “It’s annoying, but he once told me it was because I reminded him of someone he knew. Did yours ever tell you that?”

Ishtar shook her head.  

“Aren’t you the one bounded to him?” Timoria asked. 

“That doesn’t mean I make him share everything. He doesn’t like talking about the past,” Ishtar said. “It isn’t fair for me to ask Ciel to tell me everything about himself if I’m not ready to talk about myself. There are many things I regretted doing as Luciela. I’m afraid of what he would think of me if he knew half of it.” 

A sad smile appeared on Ishtar’s features, her eyes wandered over to Chevalier, who was standing at the opposite side of the campsite and talking to his counterpart. Abysser laughed at something Chevalier said, occasionally stopping to skim bubbles from the stew.   

“Does yours know what you did?” Ishtar asked, “What we did.”

Timoria felt her limbs growing limp, unable to even lift them up to do something with them. Her silence answered Ishtar’s question, unsurprised by the revelation. Ishtar sat beside Timoria and kept her legs tightly together, contemplating on how much to ask. Demons were aware of multiple dimensions existing, but to meet oneself was something not many experienced. 

“Then both of us are cowards,” Ishtar laughed quietly to herself. 

“How is that funny?” Timoria asked. 

“You’re a little small to be a demon ruler,” Ishtar smirked. “I was wary about whether or not you and your friends were a trick set up by Henir cultists.” 

“How rude!” Timoria exclaimed, “I want nothing to do with those boorish deviants! I don’t think it’s necessary for him to know about my past, but I do want to tell him eventually when we aren’t being chased by Henir cultists.” 

“You have them too?” Ishtar asked. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” Timoria said. “They made a fuss about the Dark El and now we have to go fetch it before they do.”

It has been days since Timoria last saw the creeps in black hoods, but that could be a bad sign if the cultists found more allies in demons that may see the El Search Party as a threat. To demon residents, they were foreign invaders from another world and Timoria was a traitor. It wouldn’t be the first time the Demon Realm witnessed a powerful leader backstabbing them. She didn’t like to think about what that meant if word started spreading around about the former demon ruler returning to the Demon Realm.      

“How does it feel to be back home?” Ishtar asked. 

“This is hardly home,” Timoria laid down on her back. “Haven’t had one since the attempted assassination. I don’t think Ciel and I can rest until we find a way to take back power over the realm that was stolen from me.” 

“Your bonds feel different,” Ishtar noted. “What made you separate?” 

“Ciel and I had an understanding,” Timoria said. “I didn’t want Ciel to feel like he was forced to follow me. We don’t need a contract to stay together and I saw him as my equal. It was his idea to abandon his human side.” 

“As equals, huh?” Ishtar repeated her words. “I think I get it. When you were gone, Abysser wouldn’t stop talking about you. He kept saying your name, which is infuriating because it’s my name too!” 

Timoria snorted, “That sounds like him.” 

“But I can see you mean a lot to him,” Ishtar said. “You better be grateful you have him!” 

“You’re one to talk!” 

She couldn’t believe she was being lectured by herself. Timoria sat up to stretch her arms, going on her tiptoes and reaching for the skies. Dinner should be ready soon. She could smell the inviting aroma from the stew she helped Abysser with earlier. She overheard Abysser talking to Chevalier.  

“Oh, so that’s how you do it.” Abysser rubbed his chin, “Why didn’t I think of that?” 

The demon lord showed his teeth, slapping one arm over Chevalier’s shoulder and twirling about to reach over for the ladle to try the stew. His hand was slapped away by his counterpart and whined. Chevalier tasted the stew, glaring at the bubbling water before tossing in a garnish of green onion and a pinch of salt. 

“I didn’t even know you existed until yesterday,” Chevalier said. 

“Ouch, that’s cold.” Abysser feigned a hurt expression. “You don’t even have questions about me or Lu?”

“I do, but isn’t it rude to ask these types of questions when we just met?” Chevalier said, “I think it’s more appropriate to ask how it’s even possible for you to be here.” 

“Blunt and to the point, I get it.” Abysser waved his hands, “I thought your Add would explain all of this to you.” 

“He would, but ours passed out.” Chevalier said. 

Fair enough. 

It was hard to have an impression of someone they fought once and only stopped long enough to deliver provoking taunts and snarky comments. Staggering over with his back hunched and a crazed look; if it wasn’t for the mechanical eye and flying plates (“They’re called Dynamo!” Dominator protested.), Timoria would have mistaken Bringer as someone else.    

“We jumped over here to find the Dark El by opening a portal with a device Add made,” Abysser explained. “You already know the rest.”  

“You’re not an illusion or a manifestation of the El.” Chevalier said. There was a sharpness in Chevalier’s expression when he examined Abysser with a critical eye.  

“From the Hall of El?” Abysser had a sly smile. “Yes, I was wondering the same about you and your friends too, but you are a chattier bunch and more fun to talk to.”

“Fun?” One could hear the blood vein threatening to burst from the side of Chevalier’s head. 

“For one thing, you and your friends weren’t threatening to kill us or attempting to absorb us into the El.” Abysser didn’t seem to notice the irked brows from his counterpart and chuckled, “Isn’t that right, Lu?”

Timoria tried not to laugh when Chevalier was taken back when looking ahead, only to lower his gaze to finally notice her. His eyes averted over to Ishtar pulling out a set of silverware and utensils to set up the table, then back to Timoria, who was patiently waiting for the half-demon to talk. She could see the gears turning as Chevalier processed that there were two Lus. 

Placing her hands over her hips and puffing out her chest, Timoria wore a grin identical to Abysser. This was going to be fun.     

“I’m not sure what I should be more insulted by,” Timoria cackled. “Being compared to Henir cultists by Ishtar or being mistaken as a false illusion.”

“Our enemies are always a few steps ahead of us. This isn’t the first time we had to fight people with the same abilities as us,” Chevalier was defensive. “You’re the first to join our side.” 

“Sounds a little like us, don’t you think?” Abysser asked.  

“They are us,” Timoria pointed out. 

“Not everything is the same,” Chevalier disagreed. 

“It’s the hair, right?” Abysser asked eagerly as if he had been waiting for Chevalier to ask. He beamed, “Doesn’t it make me look cool?” 

“No, you’re stupider.” Chevalier deadpanned.

Abysser dropped his smile and cried crocodile tears, “How could you say something so cruel to yourself? You hear that Ishtar? He doesn’t like himself!”

Timoria covered her face. Abysser really said that in front of Ishtar and Chevalier with no irony in his words. Placing the last bowl down, Ishtar turned to giggle when Abysser continued going on about how cold his alternate was. Chevalier ignored the rambling demon as he silently walked over to the side to chop more green onion for garnish. 

“I like him,” Ishtar said. “He’s funny.” 

Chevalier stared at Abysser and mumbled, “How are we the same person?”

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Author Notes: There was a lot I wanted to get in, but cut out in the end because it wasn’t relevant to what I wanted to address in this chapter. It was challenging to write certain characters I never wrote before, but rewarding because I discovered them as a person in the process. Everyone’s comments were encouraging to read and helped me see that every character will be someone’s favorite. We still have a few characters left in terms of having them talk to their counterpart.

[ainchase]

Elsword

“What do you want?  If you have something to say, then spit it out.”

1st Year

155 cm

Specialty: Kendo, household chores

The only 1st year student at the Velder High kendo club. He started learning kendo since he was a kid, having admired his older sister, a promising kendo champion. He joined Velder High as it was the only school in the area with a kendo club.

He’s never discouraged or intimidated in any situation, which comes off as arrogance at times. However, he trains relentlessly every day, saying that he’s got a long way to go if he wants to catch up to his sister, and he’s never been free of scars for this reason. He spends most of his time at the kendo club when he’s not in class.

He’s gotten several warnings for carrying around his practice wooden sword around everywhere which did little to deter him. He’s become more cautious about it though, and tries to not get caught. Despite his clumsy and reckless tendencies, he’s surprisingly good at household chores. He can be brutally honest at times, but he is just inexperienced at expressing his feelings and means no harm.

Aisha

“I told you not to run in the classroom!  Ugh, these idiots!”

1st Year

157 cm

Specialty: Nagging, magic (?)

A class president who’s never missed 1st place in the school ranking.

She’s managed to maintain her image as a bookworm since entering the Velder High, but according to the rumors, she levitates brooms with magic to clean when no one is watching. Other rumors say that she left some problem students midair 100m off the ground overnight to “correct” their behaviors. It’s been widely speculated that might be the reason why there is not a single student who doesn’t grow quiet in front of Aisha, even the most problematic students.

She appears as a Perfect Model Student who lectures others all the time and doesn’t lack a single thing in her life, but even she has a naive, pure side to her; her after school hobbies include reading shoujo manga or romance novels, believing in fairy tales of destined love.

Rena

“Call me if you need any help. I’ll run to you like the wind!”

3rd Year

170 cm

Specialty: Archery, tending plants

Velder High Student Council President, who’s always kind to everyone. She is trusted by all with her innocent smile and heartfelt sincerity.

She doesn’t hesitate to help anyone in need. As kind she is, she is also known to be merciless to wrongdoers. According to the school legend continued to this day, a student messing around at the flowerbed was soon found kneeling before her and begging for forgiveness.

She’s incredibly athletic, and many sports team have tried to recruit her but to no avail. She shows up every once in a while at the archery club, but otherwise she spends most of her time for the student council. She claims she suits looking after plants instead, but not many students believe that as she is the first one to run over to land a flying kick to those who cause problems at the school.

Raven

“...If that’s what you really want, then I’ll take you on.”

3rd Year

184 cm

Specialty: Leading people

In the past, he was the ace player at the kendo club, but had to leave all that behind due to unknown circumstances. At one point, he was the leader of an infamous student gang which was involved in several incidents.

He had spent a lot of his earlier days in the dark, but he was able to turn his life around somehow. He’s left the gang completely and cleaned off his dark past. He would love nothing better than to just spend his days in peace now, but he often ends up getting involved in unwanted fights with other students. It’s usually because people mistake his scars and his bluntness as hostility, not to mention those who wish to challenge him because of his infamous reputation in the past.

Recently, he’s been visiting the kendo club from time to time to spar with younger students.

For reasons unknown, he has bandages on his left arm at all times. Apparently, he never takes it out of his pocket. As the rumor goes, he only takes it out during a fight, but since no one has lived to tell the tale, its actual appearance remains a mystery.

Eve

“...How rude. Please be respectful at school.”

1st Year

167 cm

Specialty: Designing and inventing robotics

A mysterious transfer student. Cynical and refined, she is nicknamed “Her Majesty the Queen” by her fellow classmates ever since she slapped Elsword on her first day of school when he destroyed her precious inventions.

She has strange devices on her forehead and ears, but it’s absolutely forbidden to ask her about them. She shows extraordinary talent in robotic engineering; she’s even borrowed an entire facility of the science club to develop robotics in her spare time. Perhaps due to her past trauma of Elsword wrecking her creations, the security system is known to be a bit over the top.

She displays affection to her creations, more than she does to humans, but seeing how she can be beyond cold to other creations that does not meet her standards, maybe not all of her creations equally deserve her affection.

Chung

“Hello, everyone! Nice to meet you!”

1st Year

155 cm

Specialty: Cello, academics

Thanks to his excellent grades and polite manners, he was referred to the vice president position of the student council, despite being only a 1st year student. Both the teachers and students alike love this model student because of his positive personality, never hesitating to help anyone in trouble.

He doesn’t quite know what to do with the fact that he’s getting confessed frequently by male students because they mistake his pretty looks. He is especially good at playing the cello, and carries it around despite his small stature.

He attends Velder High as a part of his lesson to be the successor of his family’s business while his father is abroad.

Ara

“KYAAAA! I’m late!”

2nd Year

168 cm

Specialty: Calligraphy

She grew up in a strict household, where she learned to be respectful and courteous to others. Unfortunately, all the grace and refinement she’s learned goes out the window, because she makes frequent mistakes thanks to her innate clumsiness.

Being exceptionally talented in all things athletic, she tried join several sports clubs. However, she either got the rules confused or destroyed the facility due to her immense strength. She gave up eventually, but she accepted other’s suggestion to be a cheerleader instead and has been cheering everyone since. Her pure and innocent smile is her trade mark, making her fairly popular at the school, even though she herself is not aware of it.

The stray cat(?) she found one day doesn’t want to leave her side, and tries to get inside her bag every morning she gets ready to go to school. There’s a rumor going around saying that her older brother has made friends with the wrong crowd and became a core member of a gang. She’s worried because she had tried to contact him many times, but cannot reach him.

Elesis

“It’s important for students to continue to train themselves.”

2nd Year

163 cm

Specialty: Kendo

The captain of the kendo club, head of the student disciplinary committee.

When she catches anyone trying to climb over the fence to ditch school, she chases after them in a flash. It’s almost impossible to run away from her.

She didn’t get to spend much time at home, because she was always busy with kendo competitions since she was a child. She’s won numerous awards from world championships, but for some reason she’s left all that behind and currently attends Velder High as a normal student. Judging from how much she cherishes her younger brother, who is in the same kendo club as her, a rumor says that she quit being a champion just for him.

Add

“Hmph, what are you going to do with the fact that my name is ‘Add’?”

2nd Year

168 cm

Specialty: Disassembling and modifying machines

A problem student who has trouble getting along with his classmates because of his personality, but he is a genius; he’s often the top of his class. He is targeting a core blueprint that Eve supposedly has for his own personal agenda. 

According to the rumors,he is a son of a world-renowned family of scientists who have invented many incredible things in the past, but apparently due to unknown circumstances he's left the family and is currently living by himself. 

He's able to pay the tuition with the vice principal’s support, but it seems like he’s always on a tight budget. Sometimes you can catch him at the grocery shop during timed sale. Despite his cold exterior, he seems interested in animals as he can be seen spending his time observing cats near the school.

Ciel

“I’ve baked some cookies. Want to try them?”

3rd Year

188 cm

Specialty: Gunnery, butler activity(?), baking

An ex-core member of an infamous gang. He was forced to transfer to a different school with Lu after an incident.

He secretly looks after Lu so she wouldn't get caught up in trouble. He's known as her personal butler because of this, but he doesn't seem to mind his new nickname.

Although he looks distant and serious, he loves cute things; he carries around little trinkets of plushies on his bag or his phone. You can see him near a toy shop, playing the claw machine with expertise.

He loves to bake and often hands them out to students in the class.

Lu

“I am the Luciela R. Sourcream!”

3rd Year

141 cm

Specialty: Eating desserts

She was one of the leader of an infamous gang from the Demon School.  Betrayed by those she trusted, she was falsely accused of something and was forced to transfer to Velder High. Apparently she’s looking for a chance to get her old position back.

Nowadays she tries to get around quietly without catching any attention, but she ends up catching attention anyways, in a different way, thanks to her cute appearance and bold attitude. She is asked to play a role in the theater club many times because of this, but she rarely gets on the stage because she only wants the good roles.

She hangs out with Ciel who transferred with her, and seems to leave all the annoying tasks to him. She loves sweet desserts, and joined the baking club with Ciel, where she has taken the role of taster, as she is not gifted with baking in any way.

Rose

“I’ve successfully arrived at the school. For the chairman, transferring school is not a problem.”

2nd Year

182 cm

Specialty: Gunnery, repairing and modifying guns

Elite member of a foreign army school. She transferred to Velder High of Elrios to investigate the source of a great disaster that threatens her home country.

Perhaps due to her upbringing in a military family, she is extremely athletic and boasts an outstanding marksmanship. She is especially attached to guns and can be seen secretly taking care of a model gun she carries with her.

Having been trained with a strict military education, she can be harsh with herself when it comes to training and self-disciplining. She carries around bag with the weight of a full gear that soldiers normally carry. She also eats battle-ready rations like jerky or energy bars for meals, and is always ready for battle. Her soldier-like tendencies surprise people but it doesn’t look like she is aware of it.

Ain

“I’m a bit busy right now. Can you come to the student council room if you have a business with me?”

3rd Year

182 cm

Specialty: Can do whatever he puts his mind to

The scribe of the student council, who deals everything with composure and a soft smile.

Separate from his student council duties, he’d volunteered to be the manager of the kendo club. He visits 1st year classes quite often, under the pretext of supporting the young 1st class club member. He appears to be closer with the 1st year students than students of his own class.

He frequently calls in sick due to an accident he was involved in before he started attending the school. He can be seen taking classes at the 1st year class the next day. It’s very unusual, but strangely he doesn’t draw enough attention so he gets called out on it very rarely.

He’s always smiling and no one has seen him making any other expression. He can be brutally honest without any regard for other’s feelings, but it doesn’t seem like he himself thinks it’s particularly big problem.

Perhaps he is religious seeing how he performs certain actions before lunch.

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[spirify]

365 Degrees― CH. 7

“completing the circle” written by. Rielin

bgm ChungHa - Why Don’t You Know Piano | DooPiano

In front of Eve’s lecture room | 3:10 PM

“My god… is she over yet?” a petite female with violet hair mumbled under her breath as she checked the time displayed on her wrist watch. Aisha, Eve’s friend, have been waiting for minutes for Eve to finish her class. Prior to Eve’s class, they planned to go grab a lunch since Aisha’s exams were over and she wanted to give herself a treat for finishing the exams successfully. Aisha lifted her head up from her watch and glanced two males walking near her. It looked like they were waiting for the class to finish as well.

One of the male, who had blonde hair and cerulean eyes opened his lips to start up a conversation with his fellow friend, another male with crimson colored hair and eyes.

“Why aren’t you having a party this weekend?” he spoke.

“Oh… I don’t think my neighbor likes it,” his friend replied as he drifted his sentence off, gazing over to the door that will possibly open in another four minutes to release mass amounts of students.

“Wow, now you’re actually thinking about people around you, Els,” the blonde male chuckled sarcastically.

“Oops, I didn’t know. I thought no one lived there,” his friend replied.

“Does he go here?” the blonde male asked. Aisha assumed, by ‘here’, he meant this exact campus.

“Yeah, it’s a she,” the crimson haired male replied as he gazed down at his phone.

“What’s her name?” the blonde male asked with a hint of flirtiness within his tone, as he wanted to tease his friend.

“Eve. And don’t even think about it,” his friend replied, glancing up away from his phone to meet the cerulean eyes of his friend. The blonde male winced his eyebrows with confusion, as his friend was suddenly serious for some reason.

“Eve? Silver hair?” Aisha walked closer as she questioned the male with crimson hair.

“Yeah. You know her?” he replied.

“Duh! She’s my best friend,” she chuckled as she replied. “But yeah, she did complain about you partying too loud and too often,” she continued with a sarcastic tone, leaving Elsword and his friend, Chung laughing along with her.

3:15 PM

With a sigh of relief that the long lecture is finally over, Eve packed her belongings and walked out of the door. The crowd of students blocked her view, but she quickly glimpsed the violet hair and crimson hair peeking its way. Wait, crimson hair? Eve came to a halt in middle of the busy traffic as she needed to confirm her view. People were brushing and passing by against her, murmuring why did she even stop in middle of the way to their friends, yet that wasn’t important to Eve. Eve saw Aisha and Elsword laughing with one another. Surely, Aisha is the type of person that gets along with anyone; she portrays such smile to many people. However, she have never seen Elsword smiling in such warm way, it didn’t even feel like the usual Elsword she’s been hanging out with.

“...,” Eve remained silent as she quickly turned the other way and dashed out of the lecture room using the back door. The breeze outside felt so gentle yet had a hint of autumn scent carrying along the wind.

What am I doing?! Eve thought to herself as she swiftly walked over to the parking garage, where her car was parked. Even without realizing it, tears started to form within the corner of her golden eyes.

Why am I crying? After seeing them two? It’s not like they’re going out, she thought to herself, her mind clouding over the sight of Elsword and Aisha. They looked so perfect with one another, they looked as if they were meant to be. They complimented each other. They weren’t 180 degrees.

As Eve sat down on her car seat, tears started to dry out with the chilly breeze. She let out a shiver and quickly closed the car door, blocking the frosty wind.

I like Elsword, she thought as she finally realized her feelings. She wasn’t sure, she was never confident when it came to love-related issues. Surely, she had a crush once or twice before, but she quickly gave up her feelings as she always thought that she wouldn’t even end up with them, due to her being so different from them. However, Elsword made her finally realize her feelings in such a different way. She didn’t wanted to give upon him. She wanted to be with him. Even seeing her with another person made her heart ache. How would she even feel, if he actually decided to start going out with her best friend?

As Eve drove back to her apartment complex, the sight of the two laughing and talking continuously lingered within her thoughts. How would she even face them now? As she reached her apartment, she received a text message from Aisha, saying

[Where are you, Eve? The class is over but I didn’t see you]

“...,”

Sorry Aisha, Eve thought as she dashed upstairs and unlocked her front door, only to let her tired body sink into the comfy mattress.

Eve’s Place | 8:34 PM

A week have passed since Eve lastly saw Elsword in front of her lecture room. Unintentionally, she have been avoiding Elsword, as she wasn’t quite sure how to even act in front of him now that she realized her own feelings.

Maybe I’ll turn bright red again… like the first day I met him, Eve thought, reflecting back to their first meeting.

Then he would ask me, ‘Fever?’ again, she out a chuckle at her own reminiscence. Then she realized, even back then, he was somewhat worried about her.

Eve reached toward her phone that was turned off awhile ago due to low battery, and she was too lazy to even charge it. She quickly connected to a charger and turned the phone on, staring at the bright screen that welcomed her. Soon enough, the familiar picture of a flower she took months ago appeared as her wallpaper. Then after delay seconds were followed by endless vibrating. It was all notifications, from text messages to social media messages.

Within the past week, Eve have apologized to Aisha for leaving the class without alarming Aisha, who have been waiting for minutes just for Eve. Eve just concluded that there was a personal issue and offered Aisha a lunch some other day. Therefore, the messages she received from Aisha stated texts such as,

[So about that lunch]

[When are you gonna buy me lunch]

[You gon keep ignoring me you’re petty]

[LUNCH]

This girl sure is hungry…, Eve thought to herself as she let out a chuckle. It looked like Aisha texted her every hour judging from the messages she received. As Eve continued to scroll down the messages she received, she came to a halt in front of one name. It was from Elsword.

Because Eve have been avoiding Elsword for the past week, she wasn’t able to have a conversation with him whatsoever, not even through their phone. Eve even wondered, should she be the first one to text him this time? But then again, she didn’t wanted to deal with consequences, such as turning into a bright tomato in front of him. Not again. Furthermore, the unintentional avoidance might cause even more awkwardness with him.

So it was somewhat unexpected when she received a message from Elsword, stating,

[EEEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE]

Just kidding. This was somewhat expected, she thought as she read the text. Eve read the time it was sent, and from calculating from the current time, it was around four hours ago. She scrolled down more, finding more messages sent from Elsword.

[You promised me that you’ll tutor me in Lit. Are you betraying me?]

I never promised you anything…, she thought as she let out a chuckle.

[LET’S GO EAT SOMETHING]

[STOP IGNORING ME]

[I’M GONNA GO EAT BY MYSELF HMPH]

Eve felt somewhat guilty for unintentionally avoiding him. She didn’t mean to ignore his texts since her phone was dead after all, she was willing to reply back to him. Yet it seemed like the last message she received from Elsword was around two hours ago. She wished she could’ve eaten with him, yet it was too late to even try nevertheless. Thinking about eating automatically made her salivate as if she was a Pavlov’s dog. Then her stomach growled. She realized she didn’t even eat lunch, but a light snack. She walked over to her fridge, only to find a yogurt and milk. She wondered whether if she should eat cereal or something, but there was also dinner to be worried about. She decided to go grocery shopping as she slipped into a oversized jacket.

She unlocked the front door and walked out, only to be taken by surprise that Elsword too, was unlocking his front door. Except it seemed like he spent time outdoors and was just about to walk into his apartment. Her golden eyes matched into his crimson ones, it was an unexpected meeting. She wasn’t even prepared to see Elsword right after unintentionally ignoring his texts. He seemed somewhat irritated and annoyed judging from the messages he sent.

“EVE!” he spoke, his voice excited as if he was a lost, little child who just found his mother.

Eve stared at him with widened eyes. She expected him to be angry or would simply ignore her, yet there he was, acting as if nothing happened. How could he be so kind and tender to someone who avoided him for a week? Why was he nice to her first of all? She’s just a person that lives next door; they don’t have any similarities, she’s not even entertaining enough, yet why does he want to spend his time with her? It may be easy for Elsword to befriend someone, yet it was a difficult task for Eve. She couldn’t easily trust someone as she was alway so shy about meeting someone new.

All kinds of emotion started to swirl up inside of Eve, ready to be exploded any second. She held her head down to avoid the compassionate gaze of Elsword’s that just made her feel more and more guilty.

“Eve, are you oka-” Elsword gaped his lips, breaking the silence that lingered in the air.

“Leave me alone!” Eve shouted, releasing the stirred emotions within a matter of second. She quickly widened eyes, for she was confused why she even yelled at Elsword in the first place.

Why did I yell at him? He haven’t done anything wrong. What is wrong with you, Eve?! Apologize to him right now! She furiously shouted within her mind, realizing her mistake. Her body was acting on its own, contrasting her own mind.

Another silence lingered in the air. Eve wasn’t able to lift her head up to look at Elsword in the eyes, she was too afraid to show her tears to him. It wouldn’t be surprising if Elsword just walks into his apartment and leave Eve like this. In fact, that’s what Eve would’ve done if she was in his place. Yet that wasn’t the case. She didn’t hear a door knob clicking, footsteps fading away, he was still here.

“No, Eve,” his husky voice came out firm, his sarcastical and playful voice nowhere to be found.

Eve glanced up, meeting her teary eyes with his stern ones.

“What…?” her voice came out as if it was a whisper, shaking with shock.

Then unexpectedly, Elsword lowered his face down as his shoulders started to slightly shake.

Is he… laughing? She thought as she watched the male trying to hide his smile.

Elsword glanced up, biting his lips to hide his smile, yet Eve could clearly tell he was smiling. Then he started to cover up his face with his hands, yet Eve could detect his ears that were already brightly red. It was like the day when they met, except it was Elsword who was embarrassed.

“Because I like you…,” he whispered, revealing his smiling crimson eyes hiding in between his fingers.

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ok this chapter is cringey asf but HUEHUE HI

AH SO SORRY I'VE BEEN INACTIVE FOR MONTHS this semester was hectic but i just finished my last final of the semester!YEET

idrk if i will continue being active, since i'm going to be taking summer classes + studying for MCAT + volunteering :/ but i do have some new ideas in my mind that i randomly wrote down on my google docs! so hopefully i will work on them over the summer :D

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How about elsword for the fandom thing?

I see you picked that because of my icon, Anon. 👀 You’re the first person who ask for Elsword, thank you! xD Sorry if this took awhile. I’m not used to using my phone to answer so I had to wait till I get home. xP

From this ask! :

character i first fell in love with; Add! I thank my friend for introducing him (~ = w=)~

ultimate favorite character; Still Add but I do have a crush on Ciel too LOL

favorite female character; Hmm, I guess Rose?

favorite male character; Okay, not gonna lie. I kinda like every male characters so this is hard. So I’m just gonna stick with Add. xD

least favorite female character; I dont wanna hurt other fans but I’ll have to say Aisha (the anime made me think this)

least favorite male character; UUUUUMMM, Chung is still cute and strong but I’m sorry, I have a little meh feeling about him.

ultimate OTP; coughs AddxAin coughs

favorite m/m ship; AddxAin. I’ve seen a lot of fanworks about them. xD

favorite f/f ship; Oh! I haven’t seen the female ships but if it involves Eve, I would love it!

favorite m/f ship; RAVEN X RENA!!!!!!!! And Add x Eve too!! I find them very adorable. ;A;

BROTP(s); Hmmm…..Add x Elesis? I find them okay because both of them are smart and protective so a good combo for me!

NOTP; Right now, I don’t have a NOTP so I’ll leave this blank. xP

most aesthetically pleasing character; Hmm, if by aesthetics (and Idk if the answers are), I’ll shove Ain and Ciel. Their powers and classes are pleasing to look at~

character you’d totally hug; NNNNNN ADD. DEFINITELY WILL VOLUNTARILY HUG HIM BECAUSE HE DESERVE IT!!!!

character you’d totally date; I have conflict feelings between Ciel and Add. Both are powerful and very protective but Add has the brains while Ciel has the strength so it’s likely between these two. XD

overall opinion of the show/game/book/etc; Elsword is one of the Korean games I played and I find it interesting! The art and story, the gameplay, THE VARIOUS CLASSES WE CAN PICK WHICHEVER WE WANT!!!!! I would love to experience every character and their classes. Though I’m still in the second class for Psychic Tracer so it’ll take awhile to do all. xD

[els-imagines]

Knight Emperor x Aether Sage - Blue Eyes

As usual, the El Party was battling through a hoard of monsters to get to their next destination. 2 years had passed, and the fighter were growing in terms of physical appearances and power.

The older knight and the older mage just so happened to be taking care of the remaining enemies on their end while the rest pushed forward. Elsword wanted to make sure that no monsters and demons (that were not Lu and Ciel) were trailing them from behind. Aisha, however, had a personal reason after witnessing Elsword’s new power up close… the one that caused his eyes to turn blue. It was right after Elsword entered that state again and defeated the last monster that Aisha went beyond the personal boundaries.

“Your eyes changed to that color again…”

“Huh?”

Aisha leaned in closer to look at Elsword’s eyes, and the poor knight had no idea why she’s getting up close and personal with him.

“They’ve been changing since that El incident…” she muttered to herself. “Does that mean…?”

The mature knight fidgeted as the Aether Sage observed closely in curiosity, her amethyst eyes piercing through his now aqua-colored ones. She hummed softly, her expression fierce despite her gentle intentions.

“Come on, Aisha… you’re starting to freak me out,” Elsword told her, backing away from the mage a little. “Why are you so fixated on my eyes now? Back then, you couldn’t even stand to look at my face when we first met.”

“You have something called maturity, Els,” the purple-haired sage sassed. “Even I was surprised you had that.”

“Ha… mind getting straight to the point, Aisha?” the Knight Emperor asked impatiently, glaring at her harshly.

Both of them remained silent for a moment before the magician sighed.

“It’s just that…” she began, looking away with a melancholic expression. “I’ve heard stories about those same eyes that the El Lady has… the chosen begin to lose their personalities, their emotions… as if they were losing their soul…” She crossed her arms, switching her tone to a nonchalant yet awkward one. “Not that I’m saying I’ll care if that happens to you since you’ve far from pleasant…” Her arms loosened a bit and her expression softened. “But… then again… you managed to become an ideal knight… I hate to admit it, but I would be a little sad that little maturity you made would go to waste.”

Elsword chuckled at her hidden worry and gave a smile as she placed a hand on her shoulder for reassurance.

“Hey, come on… I’m still me,” he said with a confident tone. “The same Elsword that I’ve always been.”

“Yeah, but…”

Elsword gave an annoyed sigh before flicking her in the forehead.

“Ow! Hey!” Aisha gave a sharp glare at the red-headed male smirking at her. “Here I am concerned enough for your well-being and this is what you do to me?!”

“Good question… I know the emotionless Elsword you’re thinking wouldn’t even think of doing that,” the red swordsman remarked with a cocky smile before looking down with guilt. “Look… I’m… really sorry I made you guys worry during that time…” He clenched his fist with regret before looking at her with a serious expression. “I’m not sure if I can keep this promise… but… I won’t do that again… not after knowing the trouble you and the others went through to get me back.” He placed his fist on his chest. “I’ll always fight by your side and protect all of you in return with all my strength.”

“Elsword…” Aisha muttered in awe.

“Seeing me this vulnerable right now… that should convince you that I’m not gonna lose my emotions, right?” the male knight asked as he looked away, blushing a little. “Man, that was corny…”

“… Yeah, it was,” Aisha commented with a soft smile. “But… you convinced me in the end.”

A mutual smile between them.

She gave a sheepish chuckle.

“Sorry for getting into your personal space earlier…”

“Couldn’t handle my handsome face and pretty eyes of a knight, could you?” Elsword joked.

“Oh, ha ha…” Aisha rolled her eyes before coming into full stop. “Now that I think about it… you did get more handsome. I feel like I’m actually falling for you already.”

“Say what?!” Elsword stopped, shocked by her words.

“Psyche~” Aisha teased with a smirk. “I wouldn’t fall for you so easily.”

“Geez, and here I was going to say that you got more prettier…” the red-headed swordsman muttered to himself. “Guess your personality’s still far from it.”

“I guess some things never change, then,” Aisha concluded.

The two gave each other a glare before smiling at each other as they went to catch up with their group.

But there was one secret Aisha wouldn’t admit to anyone.

Despite all her worry for the knight’s well-being, Elsword’s eyes did look pretty in that blue color.

And he did look more handsome now.

[trunkzbriefs]

ummmmmm i cant remember what its called but... sword people anime OOORRRR elsword for the series thing!!!!!

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT TOUKEN RANBU DHKFSD F ILL DO BOTH

TR:

❤ Favorite Male: YAMATONOKAMI YASUSADA!!! i love him❤ Favorite Female: theres a character in the anime i cant FUCKIN remember the name of but they make a “feminine guy/guy in a dress xD” joke and anyway shes a trans girl. i love her and ill remember her name eventually❤ Favorite Pairing: yasu/kiyo✖ Least Favorite Character: i love all my sword boys ✔ who’s most like me: ???? i... i dont know❤ most attractive: Izuminokami Kanesada.❤ three more characters that I like: kashuu kiyomitsu, nakigitsune, and gokotai!

ELSW:

❤ Favorite Male: AIN!!!!!!❤ Favorite Female: innocent lu... and eve!! ofc❤ Favorite Pairing: ventus/denif is good✖ Least Favorite Character: aisha i guess?? i dont hate her shes just okay✔ who’s most like me: MY KINNIE!! ADD!!!❤ most attractive: diangelion ciel or bluhen ain please call me❤ three more characters that I like: raven, chung and rena

[imagineelrios]

What if (W H A T I F) ... IP is actually a real girl and dunno what's the difference of man and women's thingy and so she claimed that she is actually a boy. I wonder what everyone (just the elgang and her siblings) would say..?

Elsword: “Oh.”

Aisha: “You say that, yet you went to the male bathrooms…”

Rena: “I’m older than your father, yet I’ve never heard something as strange as that… Nonetheless, want a lesson?~”Raven: “…I suggest you cover your chest next time when you’re bathing with others.”

Eve: “Congratulations. I suppose.”

Ara: “Ahh?~ So you’re a girl? That means we can hang out around in the spas together!”

Elesis: “…?!”

Add: “……Kek.”

Lu: “Hoho! Explains why you looked so feminine!”

Ciel: “How could you not realize what a girl and boy is biologically…”

Rose: “Eh…”

Ain: “Ms. Guardian’s stupidity confounds me to levels higher than Elsword’s! Haha!~”

[neophix]

Elsword Player Personality Stereotypes Based on Main

Through the lens of a PvP Addict/one who primarily interacts with these characters through PvP. Because Neo is pretty damn sure that the character a player chooses to main is also indicative of their personality, either as a reflection of themselves or a result of playing that character and emulating them. I’d like to hear opinions and whether players agree/disagree with these sweeping assessments, as well.

Elsword:  A bit hotheaded, but otherwise reasonable and without glaringly huge faults or flaws. Annoying in a “little brother” kind of way. May be among the first to call something out for being broken or stupid, even if it’s something they can do (either as an Elsword or through alts).

Aisha: Bullies. Unquestionably, bullies who like to lord their superiority over other players. They enjoy taunting others and have a fetish for wasting time. Also, lately, the most likely to be hackers or defenders of hackers! Due to her mechanics making it very hard to pin down if and when she is abusing infinite mana or zero-second cooldowns.

Rena: VAIN above all else. Slime. Picks the path of least resistance because that’s what works for their character. Does not like trying. Will take having to put effort into anything as an affront to their vanity. Will settle on one defining First-Order-Optimal tactic for each class on a server-wide scale, meaning all matches with that class are mind-numbingly similar. The most likely to buy JC tickets if their current path gets nerfed, which doesn’t change much as Rena’s personality is largely homogenous across all job paths. Slime.

Raven: I am biased. BM and VC players are respectable, levelheaded types. Older BMs are of the determined, grit-your-teeth-and-bear-it type and are exceptionally reasonable and polite to talk with compared to other players. RFs are antagonistic and unreasonably fuck-ass mad all the time angry and aggressive in most situations, and are also the most likely to let their hotheadedness get the better of them, falling into bad habits when backed into a corner. VCs are somewhere in between, but lean more towards BM than RF on a sliding personality scale.

This is hearsay for me, but there is also apparently a significant representation of Latino players in the Raven community, which I’m chalking up to the fact that he’s the last Elsword-original character to have a realistic skin tone - darker than the other originals, at that. Every Elsword original character post-Raven has had paper-white #FFFFFF skin.

Eve: Personable. Cautious. The kinds of mains who seem more likely to be involved in the community, as well. Doesn’t go out of their way to be antagonistic. Special subtypes for C:M, who falls a bit into Rena habits as well and expects her servants to do everything for her, and C:N, who tends to follow fashion and has a small subsection of primarily male players who are huge perverts. Due to being the dress-up doll for so long, a character much more likely to have a playerbase of heavy cashers, and all the nastiness that entails. Single-command >>X loop needs to die.

Chung: Super defensive about everything.  You cannot deal with them in PvP without them being defensive. You cannot talk with them in conversation without them being defensive. You cannot call them out on being defensive without them being defensive. Ridiculously salty over being a trap regardless of whether the player identifies as male or female. IPs like to scream about everything. DCs and TTs can’t aim worth a damn without the help of a homing projectile. DCs also like to be damn near impossible to punish by chaining stoic skills with zero ending lag.

Ara: More or less personable and friendly, except YR mains who picked the character because they know she’s the strongest. Those are just as much bullies as Aisha mains, if not worse. SDs have combo maintenance issues because their endgame relies so heavily on Fall or Kite that they almost completely define her character. Single-command loops need to be deleted.

Elesis: Very similar to Elsword, understandably. I retract that statement. A huge problem with only using one strategy across each class, similar to if not worse than Rena. GrMs are very reliant on the sword rain combo and stoic in general, BHs have the cycle of pain of basically anything into Avatar of Fire into Flame Wall, and CrAs are generally pretty terrible at holding combos because the Bleed Free they get off of Injection Stigma is so potent. On that note, Injection doesn’t sound like a word anymore. I figure that if the other Elesis flowcharts had commands spoken in English, those would stop sounding like words, too. BHs and CrAs are particularly salty because their nearly free-win flowcharts make it very hard for them to adapt to people who know how to break them, especially BHs: her fire-resist reduction passive means she could piss��on a target and they’d be hit with enough stacks for a 120MP refund on AoF, whereas CrAs have to deal with the fact that Bleed can be resisted by Wind stacks (not that anyone knows this, but it’s there.)

Add: Asshole. All Add mains I have met have been unrepentant assholes. Even female Add mains are assholes. Espers and Masterminds are especially unpleasant, being intentionally very antagonistic and massively salty whenever they lose. MM of the evasive never-my-fault variety and Esper being of the aggressive everyone-else’s-problem type. Lunatic Psykers are a bit better, being less openly malicious, but they also have a worrying tendency to not play smart. Sometimes to a level of being Adorably Stupid Little Puppies instead. Female Add fans also have an unsettling habit of being devoted to him on a nigh-worship level, ignoring his innumerable character flaws and making him out to be some kind of perfect person.

Lu: Ciel does not exist except to be a Mana Potion for Lu. Twice as invested due to almost literally having to pay twice as much for their character, unless they don’t dress up their Mana Potion at all. Regardless, they’re particularly abrasive and whiny.

Ciel mains pretty much do not exist.

Rose: Slaves to the mechanics to the game that are the easiest or the most efficient. No personality to speak of, nor willingness to learn or improve or even pretend the Z button exists. Always taking the shortest path or route. A tendency to cash extremely heavily, with many prominent Rose mains touting +11s, Oath, and the entire Henir Lord set for shooting problems with.

Not enough data yet on Ain to be completely sure. However, based on the radically different personalities of his job paths, I think it’s safe to assume that their mains’ personalities will also be quite different. Guesses based on the current paths and data/experiences available are:

Arme Thaumaturgy: Holier-than-thou and self-righteous. The hypocritical kind of player who will call you out as a coward for not running headfirst into the Fantasiegebilde Nest that they themselves are hiding in.

Erblühen Emotion: Personable, of the “wants to be friends with everyone” variety.

Apostasia: Gloomy. Nihilistic. Will keep to themselves, unless they trend towards engaging in pity parties instead.

[cosplayhubit-blog]

Dacchan e Hitomi, la leggerezza del cosplay published on Cosplay Hub

Dacchan e Hitomi, la leggerezza del cosplay

Scheda cosplayer

Nickname: Dacchan & Hitomi Nazionalità: Italiana Cosplayer dal: 2011

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Ho incontrato Dacchan e Hitomi per la prima volta nel Romics d’autunno dello scorso anno. Oltre ai costumi, magnifici, di Aisha Ebalon (Dacchan) e Rena Nightwatcher (Hitomi), colpì il fatto che, benché giovanissime, fossero in realtà delle veterane del cosplay, perfettamente dentro al personaggio e sempre a proprio agio pur nel caos torrido della Fiera di Roma.

Al di là della capacità di interpretare al meglio il proprio personaggio, era soprattutto chiaro che vivessero la passione per il cosplay con leggerezza, divertendosi. Dacchan e Hitomi sono sorelle davvero affiatate. Le ho incontrate nuovamente nell’ultima edizione del Romics ed è nata così l’occasione per conoscerle meglio.

Per iniziare, c’è un motivo particolare dietro la scelta dei vostri nickname?

Dacchan: sì, dietro al nome di Dacchan la storia è alquanto semplice, lo utilizzavo già come soprannome prima di fare cosplay ed è l’unione della prima sillaba del mio nome più il suffisso “chan” che spesso ricorre nei soprannomi giapponesi.

Hitomi: per quanto riguarda Hitomi, questo nome è abbinato a un’altra parola ovvero Okami poiché insieme significano “Occhio di lupo”.

Perché fate cosplay e quando è nata questa passione?

Dacchan: la nostra passione per il cosplay è iniziata quando per la prima volta abbiamo partecipato al Romics 2011, vedendo tutti i cosplayer divertirsi impersonando il personaggio preferito ne siamo rimaste affascinate. Abbiamo deciso di imitare quelle persone scoprendo così una passione che si è protratta per ben 6 anni. Fare cosplay è sicuramente impegnativo, ma il senso di appagamento che ne scaturisce è qualcosa di indescrivibilmente meraviglioso.

Solitamente portate cosplay in coppia. Come avviene la pianificazione? Chi guida? Vi dividete i compiti?

Hitomi: In realtà non c’è proprio una guida, ma è fondamentale per noi decidere insieme perché i personaggi devono piacere a entrambe. Però accade spesso che se a una delle due piaccia una serie e un personaggio in particolare si cerca sempre di trovare un altro personaggio affine così da poterli portare in fiera assieme. Per la divisione dei compiti vale una semplice regola: chi propone un cosplay si occupa del tutto.

Felt (Hitomi) da Re:Zero

Come descrivereste le differenze nell’esperienza cosplay in gruppo, in coppia o in singolo?

Dacchan: di esperienze in singolo ne abbiamo avute poche, invece possiamo affermare che in coppia è un’esperienza molto bella specialmente se colei con la quale si fa è la propria amata sorella o una cara amica dato che si percepisce un’affinità unica. Portare cosplay in gruppo è ancora più entusiasmante poiché più persone condivideranno lo stesso interesse e con cui stringere amicizia e magari fare altri gruppi, purtroppo però la difficoltà dell’organizzazione è direttamente proporzionale al numero dei membri poiché sono normali gli imprevisti e bisogna soddisfare anche le esigenze dei più (come ad esempio il giorno in cui portare il cosplay o l’orario del photoset)

Commissionate i vostri cosplay o li create voi?

Dacchan: Molto spesso li commissioniamo a sarte che conosciamo bene oppure li acquistiamo da negozi online fidati. Tuttavia speriamo che in un futuro saremo noi a realizzare i nostri cosplay.

  Anastasia (Dacchan) da Re:Zero

La vostra esperienza più bella come cosplayer?

Hitomi: Ogni fiera è una nuova esperienza bellissima, incontrare persone che si ha conosciuto online e altri cosplayer fa sempre molto piacere. La più indimenticabile è stata l’ultimo Romics quando molte persone ci hanno riconosciute e questo ci ha regalato una gioia immensa.

Il vostro cosplay più riuscito?

Hitomi: dei cosplay che amiamo e su cui abbiamo speso molto, sono quelli di Rena Nightwatcher e Sylveon che ci hanno sempre soddisfatto in qualsiasi situazione.

Il cosplay più scomodo?

Hitomi: purtroppo i cosplay più scomodi sono solitamente quelli che ci piacciono di più quindi Rena Nightwatcher per via del mantello e delle spalline.

Dacchan: sicuramente Aisha Ebalon a causa delle varie armi da portare dietro e al peso del vestito.

Aisha Ebalon (Dacchan) da Elsword

Quale sarà la prossima fiera a cui parteciperete?

Dacchan: la prossima fiera sarà sicuramente il Rimini Comix. Ci sono molte fiere che amiamo, ma questa è la nostra preferita  dato che l’organizzazione è una delle migliori e l’atmosfera che si percepisce in fiera è di festa e allegria. Una fiera estiva potrà essere anche molto calda e perciò impedire di portare cosplay “pesanti”, ma essendo in un periodo nel quale in genere ci si rilassa, si riesce a godersi meglio la fiera.

E la peggiore? Un consiglio per migliorarla?

Dacchan: Una fiera che ci ha deluso particolarmente è il Napoli Comicon poiché c’erano pochi cosplayer e tra quei pochi erano in sostanza solo supereroi Marvel. Inoltre anche l’organizzazione era scarsa tanto che anche chi già possedeva il biglietto, ha dovuto aspettare un’ora e mezza sotto il sole solamente per accedere alla fiera, inutile dire che molte persone, tra le quali cosplayer, si sono sentite male. Un consiglio per migliorarla è sicuramente di ottimizzare l’organizzazione. Però quest’anno ne abbiamo sentito parlare molto bene quindi dobbiamo riandarci al più presto per verificare.

Quali sono le vostre serie preferite?

Hitomi: ci sono molte serie che seguiamo e amiamo, in particolare possiamo citare Love Live, Haikyuu, Pokèmon, Re: Zero e Evangelion.

I vostri cosplay sono tutti tratti da personaggi di manga e anime. Vi vedremo mai nei panni di un personaggio Marvel o DC?

Dacchan: in realtà io sono molto appassionata e ho già portato ad una fiera Tony Stark e spero che in futuro riuscirò a partecipare a qualche gruppo degli Avengers o della Justice League in quanto amante di entrambe. Hitomi: non mi sono mai interessata ai supereroi perciò non vedo cosplay di questo genere nel mio futuro.

Ci sono cosplayer che prendete come riferimento?

Hitomi: sì molti, ogni cosplayer è un’ispirazione per noi, se dovessi fare un solo nome direi sicuramente Yuriko Tiger che ammiro da molti anni e seguo costantemente.

Dacchan: io preferisco cosplayer più vicine a me come ad esempio mie amiche e amici.

Credete che fra 10 anni farete ancora cosplay?

Hitomi: Sì, assolutamente. È una passione fondamentale per noi e ormai radicata nella nostra persona perciò non è qualcosa che passa col tempo, inoltre c’è sempre da migliorare e nuovi cosplay da fare quindi non ci si annoia mai.

Quali sono i vostri prossimi progetti?

Hitomi: abbiamo molti cosplay da fare e gruppi ai quali partecipare, due in particolare sono di Rei Ayanami e Asuka Soryu Langley sui quali abbiamo molte aspettative.

Rei (Dacchan) e Asuka (Hitomi) da Evangelion

Quali sono i vostri interessi oltre al cosplay?

Dacchan: la musica classica, siamo entrambe cresciute con essa frequentando l’Accademia Nazionale di Santa Cecilia perciò è parte di noi come lo è il cosplay.

Hitomi: per me anche la cultura e la lingua cinese rappresentano una passione importante.

Che genere di fotografia cosplay preferite? Avete fotografi “di fiducia”?

Dacchan: per la fotografia non abbiamo mai avuto interessi particolari, ci affidiamo sempre ad amici fotografi che ogni volta ci regalano scatti meravigliosi, ma ogni altra fotografia è sempre ben accetta.

Quale è la vostra fotografia preferita?

Hitomi: la nostra fotografia preferita è quella nella quale figuriamo Maki e Honoka nella versione Devil che abbiamo scattato al Lucca Comics, ha veramente dei bei colori e prende tutto il vestito, che a nostro parere è molto bello.

Sylveon (Dacchan), Rena Nightwatcher (Hitomi), Maki (Dacchan) e Honoka (Hitomi)

Un consiglio per chi si avvicina a questa esperienza per la prima volta?

Dacchan: per chiunque voglia inziare a fare cosplay consigliamo di armarsi di buona volontà e pazienza perché non è una cosa che può riuscire benissimo al primo tentativo perciò bisognerà provare più volte, almeno per quanto riguarda il primo cosplay. Se questa passione che avete è sincera siamo sicure che riuscirete a divertirvi in ogni situazione!

[reylay]

wip

[lusifernocturne]

"For a hero you're verging dangerously off into villain territory."-Autumn, Elsword, Aisha, and Rena

The pair were beginning to think this trip would prove fruitless. If the green haired kitsune hadn’t been an old friend, they’d likely have given up by now. It was difficult enough to find the man, but now they were fighting the most terrifying being on Vipereon, or the wasteland as it was more commonly known nowadays, Autumn Nox.

When they’d found him, Rena and Elsword wouldn’t have though he’d be able to put up this much of a fight. He practically looked like a corpse. His skin was far paler than normal, nearly looking white. Long green strands of hair were tangled, dingy, and mostly under the wolf head he wore. His once white tunic had turned brownish and his pants were torn in plenty of places.

Despite hearing that he’d lost his mind, Aisha had been convinced they could just talk to him. He’d got back and forth from being a savior and a menace. But they believed him to be the closeted thing they’d get to a hero.

Elsword grunted as he blocked the knife Autumn wielded. Honestly he was glad the other didn’t use his gun. He side-stepped, swung, but was surprised to only hit air. Rena fired her bow, only grazing Autumn with the arrow.

Autumn stepped back and growled. His painfully bright red eye glanced to the elven woman before returning to the other male. He suddenly dashed forward, slicing the other’s left arm with his blade. Elsword cried out in pain. Clang, his sword fell to the floor. He gripped his wound, glaring at the other. He was searching the other’s face for SOMETHING, ANYTHING to lead his to believe his friend was still there somewhere.

Under the three’s gaze, Autumn seemed to falter slightly. His grasp on this weapon loosed as he looked between the wound he’d caused and the other male’s eyes.

“You know,” Elsword gritted his teeth. “For a hero you're verging dangerously off into villain territory.”

“....So?”

“Our world has more than enough of those, Autumn. I know you’ve done good since the world went to shit.”

“.....And?” Autumn furrowed his brows. “I’ve done plenty of bad as well.”

Aisha stepped toward the pair, holding her long useless staff. “But you could make up for the bad by helping us. We came to talk.”

He looked at her, his eyes fading to a more ruby color. “Talk about what? The people I've killed? The things I’ve done?” He huffed. “Or did you lot just wanna chat like old time?”

“About starting a guild,” Rena chimed in.

Aisha nodded. “We want to protect people. If you’d just listen to what we have to say…”

Autumn lowered his weapon, “Fine. But don’t expect anything.”

And they didn’t. The four spoke as Aisha cleaned and dressed the injuries from the fight. To everyone’s surprise Autumn agreed in the end. He stayed with them to found and lead the guild known as the Shadow Hunters. Maybe it was because he was bored of his current activities. Maybe because of the friendship they’d held. Or maybe he truly wished to turn over a new leaf. Regardless, the guild was created.

Other the course of year, the guild grew. Eventually having everything from diplomats to doctors, scouts, and even teachers. They were the protectors of Vipereon. They allied themselves with a guild known as The Fifth Wolf, and built up a stronghold around the world tree. Autumn even ended up adopting a girl named Aira as his sister.

Even when playing hero, though, everyone was unsure if or when Autumn may go evil again. With such deep-seated hatred comes the capacity to do such horrible things.

[grievous-lady]

Elsword

ahh!

Favourite Female: uhhhhHHNNN EVE!! god i fucking love eve so much

Favourite Male: AIN oh lord his existence makes me so happy

3 Other Favourite Characters: LU, Ara, and Rose (i’ve been really into DFO for years so seeing her in elsword is. good. a thrill. i’m happy. i played FGunner back when she was first released on the nexon servers of DFO… i love her)

3 OTPs: addeve addeve addeve…. plus elesis/ara and chung/elsword

Notp: Oh You Know. it’s elsword/elesis or ara/aren. i also FUCKin hate addcest and aincest and add/raven and… i have a lot of NOTPS in this game

Funniest character: RICHIAN

Prettiest character: Rose

Most Annoying Character: uhhh aisha i guess. like i like her bt please. Please Calm Down.

Most badass character: Lu and Eve

Character I’d like as my BFF: LU!!!!!!

Female Character I’d Marry: EVE!!!!!!!! and ROSE!

Male Character I’d Marry: AIN!!!!!

Character I hate/dislike/least like: Rena tbh

honestly, if u see any Beautiful pictures of eve/rose/ain please tag me, i love you

[spirify]

Fallen ― ONE

w. Rielin ― “A blind angel falls in love with the most fearful devil.”

SLOTH

Scorching surface, blazing with ominous ignition spreaded throughout the endless path. The desperate cries of the forbidden ones echoed throughout the ravaged area, creating a disgusted irritation under the countenance of a devil. He sat proudly on the throne with one of his leg crossed over the other as his head was slightly leaning over the edge of chair. His crimson eyes were dull and empty as he stared down upon the vast void. Dust particles have collected on top of skulls that were decrepit over the years. Lava-like fluid was flowing down through the cracks of the floor, letting off devilish steam. The sinful ones were pleaing with angst, as they deprived any type of food source or water. This was the everyday life in a place called hell. The devil that insolently sat upon the throne, resembling a forceful ruler of the world, was named Elsword; the most fearful devil of all. His immense pure strength overpowered any other devils, and his lack of friendly emotions intimidated many. He was not afraid to slash the life of the one that would deny his being, whether that was a fallen angel or a devil, the ones residing in the deepest realm of hell.

The depicted image of his devilish claws being stained with blood did not excite him anymore, for he have murdered countless beings. The sensation of running his sharp nails did not rush a single pump of adrenaline in his bloodstream. Everything in hell was mundane. The desperate plea, the sound of crunching earth; nothing was amusing for the devil, as each day repeated itself. These days, he would constantly feel sluggish; he was too reluctant to convict another deadly sin, yet he was sloth- himself. He craved for something new, something he have never laid his eyes upon.

"But how is being blind considered a gift, mother?" a worried voice spoke, shaking with hopelessness.

"Aisha," another angelic voice spoke, tickling the blind angel's ears with the sensation of softness. She could almost imagine the gentle features of her mother, the innocence illuminating from her eyes as she would comfort her own daughter. Yet it was a mere imagination.

I cannot see her. I am the blind angel. Tears were glistening under the violet orbs under her blindness, the intensity of her irritation growing within.

"You have been gifted, darling. While the others see the demonic side of the stained world, your eyes will be kept pure and innocent," the blind angel's mother spoke ever so softly as she tried to calm the angered soul of her daughter.

The mother would always remind the blind angel with the same words, yet how ironic it was for her to be told that her blind eyes could only see the purity within the world, when her own eyes were completely stained by absolute darkness.

This is not a gift, this is a sin. With an irritated grunt, the bling angel ignored the reassuring words mother of hers as she dashed away from the heavenly place. She was driven by her raw emotions that were piled upon one another after many years of denying that her blindness was in fact- a sin, not a gift. She felt the sensation of her neck clogging with wrath and sorrow, aren't angels a blessing? Yet why was she in a such uncertain state- not even being able to figure out that her difference was a sin or a gift? Rapid breaths puffed out from her lips, yet was strangled with lack of oxygen. Then the angel stumbled over a sharp object, as she simultaneously rolled down into a path of unknown. Her fragile body was pounded upon something rather heavy, forcing a door-like structure to creak open. The wounded body of hers landed upon a dusted ground as she let out a painful grunt. She smelled the scent of her blood diffusing into the vast air and with quick movements, she grasped her ankle. The sensation of sticky liquid lingered in between her fingers as she realized that her leg was bleeding profusely. Although she was blind, her aspects to recognize the situation was beyond average. The sharp object was possibly a shrubbery with thorns, yet she scented a flower- possibly a rose. It seemed as if she was tripped over the bushes and stumbled across, forcing a heavy door to open. Yet where was she? The air felt immense and somewhat chilly, yet the surface felt blazingly hot.

"What is this…," she quickly revolted as she heard a questioning voices from nearby. There seemed to be a crowd surrounding her vulnerable body, and their voices were filled with curiosity and hunger. They smelled the odor of her blood in the air and with their natural instincts, the crowd rushed over, only to recognize the angel as a food source.

"S― someone please save me!" feeling the danger of getting eaten lurking behind her shadow, she shouted- crying with plea. Was this a sin being pressed against her, for thinking that her blindness was a curse? In such a short moment, she felt immense feelings of guilt and regret, the words of her mother's creating an insignia within herself.

"Oh? An angel in the deepest realm of hell?" a husky voice spoke, gradually getting louder as the angel assuming he was walking towards her. The hungered voices soon diminished into the thin air, as the crowd made a silent pathway for the fearful devil to pass through. He squatted down next to the angel and forcefully grabbed her chin, his barbed claws creating a dense mark on her skin as it digged through. The angel grunted with fear, which was also driven by the painful sensation lingering in her ankle.

"Wh― who are you?" her voice came out shaky, as she was shivering with fear. She did not know where she was, she did not know how she even reached this place, she did not know who she was speaking to. Her thin hairs were standing on the edge of her skin, goosebumps crawling under.

"Who am I," the voice repeated, firm and stoic. It was unhesitant, contrasting her own voice.

"Elsword," he spoke, "So who are you?" he questioned, his menacing voice sending another shiver through her spine.

"A― Aisha," she easily give in, as she did not expect what would happen to her vulnerable being if she denied his fearful question. Although she was blind, she could feel the sensation of sinister aura flowing out of his being. Then he leaned over, as the angel felt his breath on the nape of her neck, creating another row of goosebumps under her skin.

"You're a special one, aren't you," he whispered.

"What― what do you mean?" she asked. For she was not special, but was sinned, as she considered.

""You can't see me, can't you?" he asked as he backed away from her ear to catch the violet eyes of hers. "You're blind," yet his voice remained quiet, unable to be heard by the crowd surrounding the two.

"How did you figure it out…?" she asked hesitantly as she felt the clenchingness of her heart. She did not know who she was speaking to nor the place she is currently in, yet her curse was easily revealed to an unknown.

"You're not looking at me," he said under his breath. "You haven't looked me in the eyes since. You're looking into the faraway," She let out a silent gasp under her breath, how could she reveal her inferiority to an unknown? Ashamed, she her blind orbs glanced down, trying to avoid her faded gaze into the ground. She felt her cheeks flushing with heat, which the devil quickly caught on. He stood superiorly and shouted with displeasement within his husky voice,

"Get lost," his voice was cold and unfaltered. With hesitance, the hungered devils ignored their bloodthirst and walked away from the flesh gushing out fresh blood. As the coveted beasts were forcefully dismissed, it was only the angel and the devil standing nearby in middle of the vast, ravaged hell. Elsword glanced down, the angel remained in a sitting position as she grabbed her wounded ankle, staining her petite fingers with blood. For a second, the devil was driven by raw emotion of ripping even more flesh of hers, wanting to see the scarlet liquid creating a pool under her lifeless body. The crimson eyes revolted, suddenly gaining dizziness. For surely, she was just a mere prey he could hunt upon, yet he did not want to. He have seen countless fallen angels yet their hands are tainted with sins they committed in heaven. But he have never seen an actual angel, a holy being that blessed many innocence. He could not dare to destroy such purity and ruin her blinded life.

"Alright, Aisha," his voice was ever so gentle that it seemed like as if he was a different being. The angel glanced up toward the source of the voice, her violet eyes glistening with clarity.

"You belong in heaven," he whispered. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her petite body within his arms. He swayed his black, demonic cloak in the thin air, swirling the wind around. Then the two disappeared, only to reappear in front of a heavenly gate that glowed ever so holy. Aisha felt the painful sensation on her ankle slowly disappearing. Was it because of the sacred light of heaven that cured her scar, or was it because of the male named Elsword, who treated her wound without a word?

He winced at such bright light that was ever so unfamiliar. He does not belong near the gate. He belong in the blood-stained world called hell. He cannot further communicate with the angel named Aisha, for she was too pure and innocent for him. He was afraid of staining her with his demonic soul.

"There is a gate in front of you. Open it and it will lead you back to heaven," he said with a slight hint of sorrowfulness shaking with his voice. He wanted her to stay with her. Yet ironically, the devil had morals. Deeply in himself, he wanted to treasure her within hell, even if it meant trapping her inside. She was someone new, someone he have never seen before. However, he could never force her to stay beside him. She was too pure for his stained self. He had to release her. He simply thought, she was just a mere light that shined upon his mundane life for a split second. However, the angel could tell, the sensation of despair. She could tell, that he did not want her to leave, and instead, stay with her. But she does not know, the person she spoke with, the person who helped her, is the most fearful devil. Because she cannot see his devilish horns, the black clothing stained with blood, the demonic bat-like wings that has been ripped from the bare skin of his back, and the wicked fangs sprouted within his mouth. She did not fear him, because she cannot see him.

"...Thank you, Elsword," she whispered, her holy voice echoing into his mind.

I will not forget you. The fallen angel, Elsword, she thought, concluding that the devil was actually a fallen angel that has been banished from the heaven and instead, resides in hell because of a sin. Because a devil will never help an angel out, they would simply eat the souls of the holy being. And because of that, an angel will never fall in love with a devil.

But because I am blind, I was able to stand in front of you without fearing. But because I am blind, I did not know, that you are the devil.

Yet why did you release me?

author’s note:

UGHH I HAD TO REWRITE THIS CHAPTER JUST HOURS BEFORE UPLOADING BECAUSE PREVIOUS ONE SUCKED which means I have to rewrite the next chapter ahahhhahahahahh kms luckily I only worked on two chapters lmfao But I hope you guys enjoy it1! I honestly think it might be boring because the setting is only in heaven and hell lmao But I will try to make it more entertaining! Hope you guys look forward to the next chapter :D

[spirify]

Stargate― CH. 7

w. Rielin “Stargate; the path leading to another you.”

bgm hotaru no koi ― reve

In abyss of complete darkness, the crimson eyes jolted open, revealing its rubiness that shines even in the void. Awake from the strange nightmare that cannot be remembered, the male's breath was raspy and quick as beads of sweat rolled down his temples and down to his chin.

Where am I?

Darkness.

What time is it?

Unknown.

What was I doing before sleeping?

Slowly, he started to collect his knowledge piece by piece as if he was completing a puzzle.

Who are you?

Elsword. A Lord Knight, one of the members in the El Search Party.

Who are your fellow teammates?

Uh, Rena, Raven, Eve, Chung, Ara, Elesis, Add, Luciel, Rose, Ain… and um...

Are you excluding someone?

How could I exclude her? Her name is Aisha.

Is that person the most important?

Yes.

He let out a rather depressed sigh.

But she's no longer in this world.

He didn't wanted to get up. He didn't even wanted to start another day. How could he even continue on living when she's no longer with him? It would've been way better if she was living far far away to the point where he could never see her, but at least the fact that she was alive would make him continue on with his own life. Yet that didn't happen. It would've been way better if she was placed in an eternal sleep, but the fact that she's still alive and breathing would be a much happier ending. The world is so cruel, why did it have to take the innocent one's life away? Why her?

"Elsword, wake up!"

That voice… what?

It rang so loud and clear, echoing within his mind constantly.

That was… Aisha, wasn't it? That was for sure, Aisha's voice!

He threw the blanket away from his body as it lazily spread across the wooden floor. He quickly stood up to the point where he almost tripped over, but swiftly regained his balance. With his heart pounding, with sweat rolling down his back, with his mind constantly praying, he opened the door without hesitation.

Aisha.

It was for sure, Aisha. Her petite body that was glowing radiantly with health, her violet hair that shined luminously as if she have just taken a shower, her lilac eyes that vividly glowed with life. It was Aisha.

Without a second thought, he embraced her tiny body within his arms.

"E-Elsword, what are you-?!"

She yelled out with embarrassment yet her cheeks were flushing with pink hue.

The white robe which smelled like lavender, her violet locks tied in a low twintail, and the ancient magic book she always takes along. It was all so familiar. No scent of unfamiliar, unusual aura. No hint of forgetting how she looked like or what her name is. Everything felt so nostalgic as if he came back to his hometown.

Wait, magic? What kind of magic did she use?

All Elsword could think of was… fire, water, earth, thunder… the four elements which she conjured expertly. Why did he have a feeling that she was controlling some dangerous spells?

"Wait- no physical contact!"

He thought and quickly he released her from his embrace. Her violet eyes were widened with shock and confusement and her face have turned extremely red with embarrassment.

"Wh- what are you talking about?! Come out and eat breakfast!"

She screamed shyly, stuttering her words as she whipped her head back to hide her reddened face and quickly dashed out the room.

The knight does not know, the magician does not know, the―

Stargate. The path leading to another you.

The parallel world of Elsword. He enters through the starry gate, to come to a world where everything is exactly the same as his own world- except his beloved one, Aisha. The Elemental Master he knows of, is Void Princess here. The dangerous, cursed magician. Her extreme powers slowly devours her own lifespan, eventually leading to her own death. There is one possible way to extend the duration of her life, which is to leave the El Search Party and become the magician no one even have heard of, that no one even speaks of or speak to; to become the lonely mage in the world with no society surrounding her. Yet she couldn't do that. The desire of wanting to see more of Elsword, to see more of his growth, and to be near him while being surrounded by her family- she loved him. She couldn't leave him. But after realizing that he indeed, loved her back, she was finally able to leave- yet it was too late to even leave, and had to face death as her choice. Perhaps it was a happy ending for her, at least she was able to confirm the mutual love. Perhaps it was a happy ending for him as well, as he realized that it doesn't matter what kind of world he is placed in and how Aisha even looks like, he just knows- that he deeply loves her.

Stargate ― fin.

note:

There is an epilogue that is posted at the same time as this chapter, since the two chapters are so short!

And with this, every secret about Stargate is revealed and this is the official ending! I'd say it can be both happy and sad ending, since the Void Princess Aisha died in the parallel world, but the Elemental Master Aisha is alive! And with that, Elsword learns he must value his love!

Although I did mention that every BGM will have moon/star/light in the title, the title translates to Firefly's Love! There is 'light' in Firefly in Korean so I just used this lmao. /pls I couldn't find a song that had happy and sad feeling except this.

Also, sorry for uploading this a day late from fanfiction net! I posted this on the 25th there, but I’m posting the 26th here. Even though I’m a day late to say this, MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Thanks for reading!

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