Testament - Vol 1. RE:BiRTH

Prologue

The air was frigid, darkness encompassed all that was seen. Within the darkness, heavy footsteps slammed against the marble floors. The sounds kept growing louder, faster; a run became a life-or-death sprint. The moonlight crept into the room, deafening screams of men could be heard all around. As the moonlight grew stronger, the man neared his destination. His breath was thin; heart beating out of his chest.

Enveloped in the moonlight, his eyes fell upon the entrance. Escape was so close. A shadow cascaded across the black marble floors. The man's eyes widened like a deer that had met its fate. His sight warped to reveal a mountain of bodies; bodies of men he'd recognized. At the top stood two figures, both cloaked in darkness and the light of the moon shadows as an aid.

"Geez, all you revolutionary types are all the same. You speak about the change you'll bring, yet when you come face to face with the problem, you're afraid to act—pitiful," a young man said. His voice carried a tone of playful arrogance as he reached into his pockets. The light of his golden eyes shined as he gazed upon the man with a look that could kill. "Now that all your men are dead, why don't you fight us yourself, or is that not "equal" enough for you?"

The man reached for his blade, his hands shook like an animal caught within a predator's trap, his hands enveloping the ornate hilt. The boy with golden eyes hears the clatter of the man's blade and laughs.

"You're that scared, geez. How about I use—this against you?"

He retracted his hand to reveal a small Yo-Yo made only of silver; moonlight shone across the metallic exterior. The man's face contorted from pure fear to uncontrollable rage; the hazel tint of his eyes shifted to a bright pink and his yell was like a low growl of a lion.

"You don't know who I am, do you! Don't—"

A cut appears along the side of his neck, a deep cut. His vision blurs as his gaze moves up the mountain of corpses to see the boy no longer was there. The burning pain of the blade hit him only moments later as he grasped his neck, turning to see the same boy.

The hood of his cloak revealing his crow feathered hair and a silver blade in hand, soaked in the red of the man's wound. He froze, his eyes reverted as the color left his face. The boy turned to meet the man's gaze, blade in hand, unlike before he uttered a word, and his voice was serious.

"I'm well aware, trust me,"

With a swing of his blade, blood splattered across the black marble and the man's body collapsed to the floor. He pushed his jet-black hair out of his golden irises as he looked to his companion. She checked the man's vitals.

"You really don't leave survivors, do you, Greed?"

The girl looked at the boy with golden eyes. Her voice was monotone and had the cadence of nobility. The icy gaze of her crimson-light eyes fell upon the man.

"It always confuses me how these revolutionaries always talk about how they wouldn't abandon their people, yet they leave their men to die so they can get the glory," she said, stretching out her arms. The girl let out a cat-like yawn, causing her hood to fall back. Her face glistened in the light of the moon. The silver blade Greed held dissipated into the air like golden fireflies. The light weaved into the air to reveal the Yo-Yo he held before.

He cocked his head back to look at the girl. His face lightened up a bit, looking less serious as he turned towards the light. It contrasted against his darkened skin.

"Nabi, you ready?"

The girl, whose name was Nabi, began walking away. Greed followed behind her.

"I guess you are then," he muttered to himself.

Moments later, the two arrived in an ornate chamber. Gold littered the obsidian tinted floors leading towards a large symbol engraved onto the floor before them. A golden ellipse with rings along its curves. Golden light burst from the symbol as their feet made contact with it; no heat radiated from the symbol, yet it emitted a power that was out of the reach of any man. It called to them with an ominous aura, unknown darkness.

"Greed, knife," Nabi said, holding out her hand as she awaited her request to be accepted.

Golden sparks erupted from his hands, swirling around them as the light warped into the shape of a small red blade. He tossed her the blade before shoving his hands into his pockets. Nabi caught the blade and gazed at it as she poured her energy into the earth beneath her, cutting her hand enough to allow a drop of blood to fall from it as she held her hand over the symbol. A flaming red hue bled into the golden light of the symbol. She began her incantation once it enveloped them in the bloody light.

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Nabi's eyes mirrored the symbol in its scarlet glow as particles swirled around the two. As their bodies were enveloped in crimson light, they broke down into energy resembling the petals of a lily. With a blinding flash of light, their bodies vanished from the chamber.