Testament - Vol 1. RE:BiRTH

The True Curse Series

A hollow sound filled the hall. The black boots of Guisei pounded against the stone floor, the bright and elegant entrance he was met with when entering with the cold black stone that surrounded him as if in a tight box.

His golden eyes flickered to the walls precisely, his sight taken by the emerald that glowed ever brightly. He rested his arms behind his head as he let his gaze slither up the walls and to the ceiling. Like a scarce star in the dark, a single green flame flickered in the air to illuminate the scene. Guisei let out a sigh, bored.

"You'd think if you could transport me anywhere from that place, you'd at least get me down the hall," Guisei muttered to himself. A picture in his mind appeared of Leviathan's condescending laughter as revenge for a lack of respect.

His mind remained preoccupied and his movements were a steady stream, yet in a moment's notice the flow was halted as he was met with the sight of an expansive wooden door. It towered over the boy and, in turn, he gave it a dulled look.

"Alright, show's over, boys. Cut this illusion bull and actually kill me properly this time," Guisei barked out at his surroundings, unable to shake the odd tension that lingered in the air. He watched as his surroundings drifted towards the door, akin to an illusionary mist.

At that moment, Guisei found himself in the same ornate room. The sight of men in black suits of armor broke the bright light emanating from the jewels and artistry. He paid close attention to the craftsmanship. Black Guards from both Mammon and Leviathan's courts noted by the Gold and Emerald laced along the sides of their armor.

The golden river of his gaze flowed to the sight of where the odd tension emanated. A man with armor closely resembling jade dragon scales stood before Guisei. The man's voice held the cadence of nobility and his demeanor accompanied it as he kept his hands carefully behind him, the bright pink hue in his eye dissipating into the snakelike green that matched his armor.

"As if wasting time killing you when obviously Mammon and Leviathan want you around would do me any good," the man said as he slowly approached Guisei. The surrounding air was dense, like a heavy storm cloud.

"Who knows, apparently the new saying around Axía is that the seventh...or eighth time is the charm," Guisei said, unfazed by the air, his will slicing past it like a sharpened blade. The eyes of the guards carefully studied the two, as if already understanding they had no place in what would take place.

"Others say that the watchdog of Hell shouldn't be too far from his master. Tell me, Greed, where is Lady Wrath anyway?" The man questioned, letting his jade blazed eyes move to Guisei, analyzing the boy's short stature closely.

"Her name is Nabi," Guisei corrected.

The man prepared to speak only for the sound of footsteps to fall upon his ear, the same monotonous tune of leather meeting stone as Guisei began his stride past him. As if the storm around him reversed, the atmosphere in the room shifted. A loud crunch filled the room as the force shattered a piece of armor left on one guard. His body crumpled to the floor, unable to fight against the pressure.

Guisei gave a childish laugh as he turned his head to look back at the man, focusing directly on the color that drifted closer to purple rather than the pink he knew.

"Ah, new tricks. I would be worried, but I think more for those guards. Using such weak reiju like that, be lucky you didn't kill one of Mammon's or you would have had a national crisis on your hands."

His hands shook slightly, only to stop short to capture the yawn that escaped him. With the collected motion of his other hand, he ordered the man to follow. "Take me to him, will you," he said.