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"I want to be brave like you." Independent and selective Cetus Chris / Chris Walden from Saint Seiya LC roleplay blog.

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Aspros was able to easily tear the door of the cell off its hinges when he felt the power of the seal fade. He pushed back his hair and stepped out, trying to get his bearings. Dying and ending up in this place were all an uncertain blur in his memories. He could still feel his mind pulling itself back together, even if the anger remained below the surface.

“Don’t worry about it. If they know, let them come. My intention wasn’t to hide.”

He let himself focus on Chris properly for the first time. It struck him just how surreal it was to see her there in the underworld. She’d certainly grown.

“You came for me,” he stated plainly, without much inflection. “That was stupid. I can’t leave this place as I am now… and I would have had it under control without your help. Since you’re here, though… I suppose you’ll make just the sort of leverage I need.” He touched his chin in thought, but then his expression became a bit unsure. “… Sorry about that outburst earlier. I’ve been under some stress.”

Chris had her attention on her surroundings, hoping that, even if Aspros didn’t seem to bother, no one would come anytime soon. She was ready to fight, but that did not mean she actually wanted to.

“Huh?”

Her aqua eyes met his, and even after his first statement, she couldn’t help but display a small smile.

“I didn’t really have any doubt that you could do anything without me.” Why, to be honest, she wasn’t quite thinking straight before acting. But her response was still genuine. She was well acquainted with Aspros’ strength. 

“However... once I felt your... cosmo fading, I knew what was happening, and I wanted to do anything in my power to help... even if it’s not much.” Chris looked down at her small palms, and her lips stretched further in a brighter smile. “So it’s not a matter of you requiring my help, but a matter of... a desire of mine, to help you. It’s a pleasure to be able to be useful to you.”

At his apology, she couldn’t help but smile even more, touched by his gesture. It seemed to be a rare one, and she would cherish it.

“I’m happy you seem to be feeling a bit better.”

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The gentle seep of her cosmos brought a sense of familiarity to her touch, and Aspros remembered it then– a similar situation, Chris holding his hand while her tears dripped into his palm. How can I be someone more like you?

You’ll be free.

Although his anger faded, her words had a bitter taste. In reality, he was in the exact place that fate had planned for him, despite his best efforts to divert it. The prophets had read his future exactly as it had played out. There was still work to be done, but Aspros’ priorities had shifted, somewhat.

After a moment of silence, he calmly canted his head down to meet her eyes, black hair falling over his shoulder.

“Chris,” he began, simply but firmly. “I can break out of here as things are, but it wouldn’t be very subtle. Find the seal in this room and destroy it.”

As soon as Chris felt the muscles of Aspros’ hand relaxing beneath her touch, she looked up with her teary eyes surprised at seeing that at last, she had been able to soothe his anger. His wicked appearance remained, but at least his expression seemed more like one of his former self.

A soft smile contoured her lips and she eagerly nodded at his words whilst she looked at him. Chris went swiftly to look for the seal Aspros spoke of, not admired by the torture instruments she saw in that place. 

The seal, in the end, was a small and silvery object which possessed the format of a snake, and that glimmered with that dark aura which she had seen before. It was the kind of specters used as their source of power. It was embedded amidst the stones, and it wasn’t that evident between the crack of the stones. But once found, it didn’t seem to be so resistant, therefore it was easy to destroy, even to an inexperienced person like her.

Chris quickly returned to where Aspros was, and she looked a tad concerned.

“It was enveloped by a dark aura.” She said, visibly a tad weary. “I hope it won’t serve like an alarm, or anything of the sort.”

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Chris?

For a second his mind seemed to catch on to a thread– he wondered what she was doing here– but then it was lost when anger started to consume him again with such ferocity that he could feel himself shake with it.

“A friend? Don’t make me laugh!” He actually did laugh, but it was harsh and without humor. “If you think that, then you were fooled! I’ve played the part plenty of times, so that’s no surprise. But you have no idea who I really am or what I’m capable of, do you?”

No, because they’d all rather he were someone else. Someone good. In the end, he was absolutely despicable, but at least he acknowledged that, embraced it even. He didn’t need to justify himself to anyone, that way.

“I’m tired of fitting into your boxes!” He was starting to raise his voice, his cosmo starting to stir. A rational part of himself knew that he needed to calm down, but it was completely drowned out. “I’ve been too cautious. This time, I’ll just destroy you all outright!”

His eerie laugh that echoed in the decaying walls of that building brought a shiver to run down across her spine, but she still didn’t let go of his hand. It was like Aspros was possessed by an evil spirit, one that perhaps was part of him. Chris didn’t know him enough to tell, but she wouldn’t leave without trying to help him til the last moment, either.

Aspros’ words weren’t taken into account, for it was clear he wasn’t himself now. Her only choice would be to try to reason with his insanity to bring his former self back.  That was why she was there, after all; to bring him back. Now in more than one single way.

“You don’t have to fit in anywhere, Aspros. There is no one else here, but me.” Chris’ voice was low in comparison to his, a gentle whisper, a soft breeze in the middle of a hurricane, as she remained looking into his reddish and disturbed eyes that were filled with rage. Her fingers tightened their hold around the Gemini’s tensed hand, and a faint portion of her cosmo poured, involving her grip on his hand. Maybe like this, his own cosmo would remember hers, and that would aid him into retrieving his consciousness. 

“I came to help you. I don’t... I can’t let you die like this. Please come back to your senses.” She plead. “We can go anywhere then, you’ll be free.” Or so she hoped. “Please, Aspros. I beg you.”

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Even in death, the place between Aspros’ ribs where Defteros had punched through seemed to ache; it felt difficult to pull air into his lungs, if he even needed to breathe. For some hours, maybe days, he’d been listening to the soft patter of water dripping on stone. His head was pounding. It hurt to think too much. Every time he did, he was overcome with an uncontrollable sort of rage, a feeling of betrayal, that made it more difficult to breathe or even see straight.

In the beginning, he’d had visitors to wherever he was being “held”, but his apparent volatility had scared them away quickly. Even now, the stone floor around his body was partially destroyed, blown away by a particularly strong burst of ill-contained cosmos. Even if the underworld’s restraints were a tight bond that made his power feel strained, he could escape if he wanted to. But he couldn’t focus his mind enough to do much of anything, not now.

There was a lot of information floating around in his brain, but he couldn’t piece it all together to make a clear picture of who he was or what he was doing. It was mostly feelings, unpleasant things. Anger. Hatred? Something so strong it made him feel sick.

Then, someone said his name– something unusual here. Aspros finally looked up, red eyes glinting in the shadows. His gaze didn’t sharpen into anything like recognition, however. And why would it? If there was one thing he was certain of, there was no one in this world that was a friend to him.

He pulled himself to his feet, but it seemed to take some amount of effort. He walked right up to the bars and gripped them in his fists, ignoring the way electricity sparked around his hands, the power of a seal. The way she spoke to him was annoying, like they were friends, like he should be glad to see her, like he needed her help. He wasn’t that naive.

“… Do you think I’ve slept since I arrived here?” he asked, lips pulling back in an unsettling sort of grin. “Get out of my sight before I lose my temper again. I’m not in the mood to be mocked.”

Too distracting. There were too many distractions.

There was something different about him, and she couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but she was certain that the man was Aspros, regardless. Even if he didn’t seem like himself. And she noticed that quite well when he came into the light that would pass through the rocks that composed that decaying building, illuminating faintly part of the cell Aspros was stuck in.

She jumped back with a gasp stuck in her throat and fear in her eyes at his action, covering her mouth not to let out a louder sound. By any means, she couldn’t draw any unwanted attention. Chris observed him with care and fright, but even then she attempted to be firm. Even if glimmering pools of tears wouldn’t stop gathering together in her eyes.

‘What have they done to you, Aspros…’

“I-… I didn’t come to mock you!” She replied as promptly as she could, confused, with her silver eyebrows furrowed slightly. “You… you don’t remember who I am?” Chris wasn’t counting with that possibility, but Aspros looked visibly disturbed. Like a shadow of his former self, one that was nothing like him. It shook her juvenile heart.

“I am… Chris, Aspros. Remember, now?” She forced a soft smile, resting her smaller hands atop of one of his tightened fists. Maybe it was a dangerous move, but in the very place she was, she had little to nothing to lose. “You… saved me many times before. I’m your friend. Do you recall that?”

Whatever happened to Aspros went beyond her understanding, but she was there to help him. And she would keep up with it, even if she had no idea what exactly she was dealing with.

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The porcelain tray her pale and slander fingers held was quick to reach the marble floor, shattering completely in small pieces across the room. Chris remained immobile in place, with aqua eyes wild and lips parted, as if she had been hit with a full blow in her stomach. In a way, however, she had. The feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach couldn’t be true. Her throat felt dry, and an unbearable pain swiftly paralyzed her entire body.

That couldn’t be.

As grief filled her from inside out, becoming stronger and bigger and pouring from her crystal eyes, she went to seek for answers to the sentiment that threatened to tear her apart from the within. Aspros was... dead? How? How could he, that strong willed and extremely powerful man that had saved her from the claws of an unhappy destiny, be now gone? Her mentor, her friend was... No.

That couldn’t be.

But the responses to her inquires were immediately dismissed, before her assumption was revealed to be true. ‘His soul lies in the Underworld, now’, someone unknown to her had said. Why, that place wasn’t completely unfamiliar to her, at least not regarding its nomination and what it represented. Chris was formerly ‘specter’, wasn’t she? Which meant she could certainly act like one - trying her best - with the possibility of rescuing him, wasn’t so? The idea, as delusional as it sounded, brought a sparkle of hope into her grieving heart. If there was a chance, there was hope. And Chris would hold tight onto it, no matter the cost. Even if it was her own life that would be at stake. 

He had saved her many times before. It was only natural she would return the favor.

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She guessed that the Underworld wouldn’t be a welcoming place, but now she had no time to spare being a coward. She had to act like the specter others would assume her to be, and Cetus was no ordinary one. First, Chris required to find someone who could lead her to the place Aspros was being held, and luckily at least, she was acquainted with a name that could help her way in, in a sense. Gambling with death wasn’t her specialty but all she had for now were chances. And she had to make them count. 

Eventually she met a short and bald specter called Markino after wandering alone for a while in search for clues of Aspros’ whereabouts. She made sure to keep up with a firm posture, not to let herself lower her guard or get too frightened by her surroundings. It was difficult to believe Aspros could be in such a place.

“I have orders for you to take me to where the Gemini Saint is located,” she said as firmly as she could manage, with an unswerving and authoritarian voice.

At first the other specter seemed to be reluctant, with suspicion clear in his small eyes, but Chris did not falter, and even completed:

“They are Lady Pandora’s orders.”

And that seemed to be enough to convince him.

The uneasiness she felt, as long as with her cosmo, had to be completely concealed, for she couldn’t draw any unnecessary attention to her figure. While she was taken to where Aspros was, she would hope deeply that no known individual would come to cross her way. No Pandora or Rhadamanthys, not even Valentine, or that would be the end. 

She could easily feel other specters’ gazes on her the further she would go, but she avoided them gracefully by keeping her head up and her eyes locked to the view before her, and luckily enough she wasn’t approached by any of them. And apparently, luck was indeed in her favor, for once arriving the prison, even the specter who had guided her asked himself where the Mandrake specter was, the prison guard, if not keeping his eye on the prisoner. 

“Leave us now,” she said, still maintaining her previous facade. “And do not allow anyone else to enter here. I have private business with him, and to defy those orders would be to defy Lady Pandora herself.”

Chris spoke with confidence enough to make the lesser specter’s skin grow even paler, and he simply gave a short bow to her command before doing as he was told. 

At last the girl found a bit of time to take a deep breath filled with comfort. Yet, she was aware she couldn’t let her guard down for as long as she was there, so she was quick to regain her composure.

Until she found Aspros in one of the cells, that is.

“A-Aspros!” She exclaimed quietly, instinctively gripping the bars that kept them apart. Her eyes started welling up as quickly as she saw him there, sitting on the ground with his head lowered, unmoving. “Aspros, it is me! Are you awake?”

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You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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How would you make a man a gentleman, Chris?

“Um… With discipline, kindness and grace. My father used to say that with those and the right amount of each, you can tame any men.”

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you're not as sexy as aspros though :\

“Pffbbtt!!! You gotta be a CLUELESS LITTLE GIRL to think Aspros is sexier than me! Only women with more refined tastes can know how sexy I am!”

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“...”

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Alone taking a specific interest in another Spectre was probably another one of his whimsies. Kagaho had been told about their encounter, and then instructed to make sure that she was holding up her end of the bargain some time later. Although it wasn’t normally something that would interest him, Kagaho was curious about what had drawn Alone to her, in the first place He’d been given permission to test her as he saw fit.

The manor that the girl was living in was actually a bit isolated from the nearest settlement, but she would come if she felt his cosmos, surely. He’d been careful to select a time when the Gemini Saint was away; having witnessed how troublesome they could be firsthand, it was better to eliminate the possibility of being interrupted altogether.

He didn’t bother hiding or even subduing his cosmos as he flew in, landing heavily on a rooftop and peering around at the streets below. Someone noticed him– a woman carrying a basket of fruits– and she dropped it when her hands flew to her mouth in surprise, turning and running in the other direction.

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Chris did come to believe in the relief that was present everyday since Hades’ visit because, as ironic as it could be, his words of assurance made her worry less without the probability of being forced to engage in further fights and possibility of being dragged to the Underworld against her will. The downside was that she felt like her purpose had been lost in the process; after all, she’s been training and fighting hard to be able to protect herself and the others around her, and one way or the other, in some - a few - occasions, the Specters served well as a training outlet for her to test her strength. Now, she didn’t have much options other than do so alone, but she managed, regardless. She didn’t want to lose sight of her goal.

Not always she’d know where Aspros’d go either, but she wouldn’t worry about it much. She only hoped he’d stay out of trouble, but she trusted him. He would always return by the end of the day, and that was all that mattered...

The sudden presence of a cosmo nearby gained her attention, however, and it got Chirs off guard. It wasn’t Hades -- the cosmo wasn’t overwhelming enough, though it did feel quite powerful even from a distance. Tsc, she knew she couldn’t have trusted the Lord of the Underworld’s word, but it did matter not. She had no idea who it could be or why he was out there, but it didn’t mean she had to partake in a fight... right?

After a moment of thought, she decided to leave the house and follow that trait of cosmo, who promptly led her to a house nearby. Chris narrowed her eyes uncertainly and warily, concealing herself behind a tree without bothering to hide her presence from him. No matter how even stronger he seemed to be from this close, she didn’t fear him.

“...”

But for now, she only wanted him to know that she was observing him too.

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No surprise that she didn’t immediately trust him.  Alone felt a little tickled at her courageous display. It felt refreshing in some way. He liked her freshly gained backbone.

“If I wanted you dead for your uselessness as a Specter, I would’ve gone way with you in a single second, Cetus,” Alone explained nonchalantly, sweetness and tranquility intact but laced with ominous pleasure.          Thumb tucked under the girl’s chin with index finger holding it in a grip. The smooth skin was a perplexing mix of silky warmth and shivering cold, grip not a pinch but still firm.

“I don’t need to resort to trickery with something I can do so effortlessly. You have my word as long as you keep your end of the bargain.” And as if for a brief moment, a spark of sincerity gleamed across his eyes, so brief it’d be easily missed if not watched carefully.

But he released her chin, pulling back. A wave of a relaxed aura washed over his body whilst ascending softly up.

She should be rather thankful… Alone didn’t need her; this bargain is all but a protection from the others, a repellent if she oh-so desired to live peacefully and one to not pose any oddities on Alone’s part when questioned. 

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Chris’ body shivered in apprehension when she felt the cold skin running smoothly against her own, and even her aqua eyes trembled a tad beneath the other’s frigid gaze. 

When she was released at last, a sigh tumbled from her nostrils and she used the time to gather back her composure. His action and words had been unexpected enough to reduce her to a quivering little girl again, and she hated it. But now it was not the time for that.

He had a point valid enough to make her trust at least in his offer.

Chris glanced back at him as he rose, standing on her feet.

“I will not break my word,” she stated firmly so.

It felt easier to breathe, now, that he was leaving. Although she didn’t know whether she would share this event with Aspros for she didn’t desire to worry him with her own matters, Chris hoped dearly that Hades wouldn’t break his promise, either.

Right now Aspros wasn’t actually siding with Athena, so she didn’t have much to worry about when it concerned him, however... in particular circumstances, she wasn’t sure how much she could turn a blind eye to innocent ones if they ever needed her aid against Hades’ dark army...

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Aspros glanced over at the tug, already dragging out one of the boxes he’d brought with him. He seemed surprised by the question, but only for moment, replacing it quickly with the sweetest smile he could muster.

“That, well…” He pulled open the box roughly, glancing over his shoulder where he could still see Manigoldo through the doorway. “It’s just a vulgar way to say that he’s lusting after me. Don’t pay him any mind… He’s uncivilized. The Pope raised him with bad manners. I’m used to this sort of thing, unfortunately.”

He tilted his head and placed a hand over his chest just briefly, for dramatic effect.

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A hard knot formed at Manigoldo’s throat as his teeth clenched tight with face spiraling hot with angry. Manigoldo’s voice bellowed 

“YOU BIT–!!!”

A foxfire spirit flashed softly at Manigoldo’s face, figuring its Master’s blood pressure would bust a fuse if he dealt with Aspros further. He bit back his voice figuring blowing out would please the other man. Manigoldo cursed himself mentally, easing up only breathing out a steam of fury before heaving slowly. “That is just a vulgar joke on his part. Don’t listen to him Chris. He’s just wants to make me look bad and–” He wanted to burn his ass all the way to the goddamn Underworld with his ignus-fatuus and kick him straight back into the hellhole!

“Besides…I got standards.” He cleared his throat, turning on his heel with furious cosmos causing the floor under his foot to crack with each step he took as he strolled over to the door to think on its replacement.

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“Eh... Is it really?” Chris tilted her head to the side, briefly glancing at Manigoldo, ignoring his outburst of anger. “That Pope seems like a terrible person. If Saints are supposed to serve him also, why not treat them with dignity and respect? And teach them appropriate manners...”

Truthfully, what kind of place was the Sanctuary? With a such vile commander... it sounded frightening.

“Standards?” Chris covered her mouth from Manigoldo’s sight by placing her hand by the side of her face, covering her lips like a curtain before she whispered to Aspros. “Can he truly court anyone behaving like that...? Oh! He... he made cracks on the floor!”

Chris then turned to the Italian, putting her hands at her waist, shaking lightly her head. She puffed out her cheeks thoughtfully. Perhaps he only needed a bit of help.

“Mr. Cancer Saint, perhaps you weren’t graced with manners back in the Sanctuary, but it’s never too late to learn. I can aid you with that. I’m sure Aspros would be willing to help you too.” Chris glanced over her shoulder with a sweet smile. “Right, Aspros?”

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“The moment you die, whatever the cause, at any given time during this war’s period…” His gentleness grew rigid and stern, retaining only little of the warmth there was. Alone wanted to make sure she took his words to heart.

“…you are expected to fight and obey like a proper Specter, understood? I won’t be hesitant in reanimating your corpse for my cause.”  She could kick, scream, protest, rebel all she wanted and he’d make sure she’d behave like a good little Specter even if it meant taking away her will. 

“The second circumstance, DO NOT side with Athena. Remain NEUTRAL.” Black lashes lowered half way, narrowing the gaze on the girl, “Fight on Athena’s side and attack a Specter; consider your pardon by me relinquished.

          Understood?”

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“...”

It sounded a fair bargain, if anything. But it also sounded like a trick. The very moment she’d accept it, he could easily end her life with a single blow and then everything would have happened according to he just suggested.

Chris didn’t know whether coming up with an agreement would work, but trying was all she could do.

Her countenance was serious, limpid. There was no trait of insecurity amongst the traits that composed her face.

“Understood,” she said at last, firmly, meeting his gaze. “However... Do I have your word that you will not plot against my behalf upon bestowing me these conditions? You said your Specters would leave me be, but will you, till the day I die?”

Where she had taken such audacity to be so firm before no one else but the Lord of the Underworld, she did not know. Yet, she felt that if she didn’t speak up with certainty, he wouldn’t valuate her suggestion enough. Her life was at stake, she couldn’t be a coward. 

Chris had gathered all her courage to say so, and she dearly hoped it wouldn’t go to waste.

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By contrast, most of Aspros’ irritation was already starting to fade, maybe because the sight of the two squabbling over him was more amusing than anything. He stayed silent for a moment, finally biting into the cookie in his hand. Manigoldo really wasn’t a very polite house guest, but it was true that it was just behavior that was typical of him.

“How good of you to offer,” he said, speaking to Manigoldo, but absently pressing a hand to the top of Chris’ head to get her to quiet down, a bit. “I really don’t feel like delivering it all the way back to the Sanctuary, so why don’t you help me out, after all?”

He placed the last of the cookie into his mouth and pushed himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against.

“I’ll check the few unpacked boxes I brought with me… In the meantime, you can start repairing that door.”

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Manigoldo shifted his eyes away from Chris, his jaw making an exasperated frown. She really has no idea does she? Aspros isn’t some innocent angel, albeit Manigoldo doesn’t condemn him for that, and Manigoldo is the last person to expect manners from! If anything, he was just acting like a child at this very moment, letting the words go in and out of his ear. 

It wasn’t until Manigoldo froze like a deer at carriage headlights when Aspros “decided to take up” his joke of an offer and force the repairs on the door.  

He didn’t know how to repair doors! “Oh sure thing.” Manigoldo forced a smile, reluctant. “I’ll fix it right up.” Manigoldo only felt himself caving in because he didn’t want the girl to start lecturing him again. There’s only so much his brain could take!

And he mouthed at Aspros quickly, FUCK. YOU.

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Chris glanced up at Aspros when she felt his hand atop of her head, and that managed to calm her down further. She kept quiet during the rest of the conversation, and once again her gaze went towards Manigoldo when he started to speak. Why did he wear such a frightening expression so frequently?

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips at his apparent compliance, regardless, brightening up her mood. 

Whilst Aspros started to walk, however, Chris followed him, glancing at the Cancer Saint over her shoulder once more, briefly so.

“By the way, Aspros,” she started, giving a light tug at the end of his shirt to gain his attention. “What does ‘fuck you’ mean?”

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He didn’t find that necessary to answer, feeling his presence an obvious answer in itself. Alone found it comprehensible for the girl to react as such; her confusion and the lack of strength in her knees in learning he was the Emperor of the Underworld. 

But he’ll indulge her for the display she gave him,  “That was the intent. However, I find you unnecessary now. I want loyalty, Cetus, loyalty that you refuse to give. Without that and the will to fight for me…”

…power like hers would be useless in many ways.  Or maybe he was being merciful to this girl; in the end, Alone wanted to save everyone. To give them ‘Salvation’… She’ll die in the end, like everyone else, and be relieved living in a blissful afterlife with her family in the Lost Canvas once its completed. If she was so unwilling, so much she’d keep fighting despite the curse’s weight… Leave her be. A soldier without a will of her own to fight for him was nothing. Let her endure as she sees fit before it comes.

He tasted bitterness in his mouth.

“I won’t drag you back, you’re free to stay here.” He pulled his hand away from her, “As for the other Specters, at my command they’ll leave you be…”

Alone anchored his gaze away from her, taking a breath and gazed out one of the windows to the lit night sea. He eyed her from his corners, speaking firmly with absolute authority enlightened with his peculiar calmness:                 “Under certain circumstances…”

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She could feel a considerable amount of relief filling her up and relaxing her previously tensed muscles before his overpowering presence. The questions hadn’t left her mind, however. It was so odd... since when gods such as the Underworld’s were so merciful? And why?

Why, she was in no place to inquire him those things. It didn’t concern her... but it simply didn’t exactly make sense in her mind. 

Was he the true Lord of the Underworld?

“Circumstances...?” Chris parroted, looking up at him. Her thoughts left her mind with the breeze that blew against her pale skin and silvery locks. 

Well, if she would finally be left alone, she couldn’t quite complain, but... the possible circumstances piqued up her intrigue. What could he expect from her?

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