Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ

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Isoloses found himself sitting at the tavern with Uysasera, in mid-afternoon, with the full moon brightening up the entire cobblestone street and the shops. He was eating, and Uysasera was drinking. Uysasera had been on his way to lunch when Elija and Okey had gone to interview someone. He'd chosen to stay behind because he didn't want to be stared at like he was a psychopath as they interviewed the person. No doubt his presence would do nothing but make the person uncomfortable.

Naevys had an appointment tomorrow, and Isoloses was admittedly a little excited about it. He didn't know what specifically the appointment was for, however, it seemed important because Naevys had requested he come to it. He had been talking to Uysasera for a bit, and it was nice. Uysasera was kind, a nice combination between Ilsa and Naevys in a way.

On the Naevys spectrum, he was cool and composed, with a poker face that put even Isoloses's to shame. Whenever he said something that he was certain should provoke an emotional response--it wasn't intentional, it's just that he'd done a lot of things he wasn't proud of and a lot of it was things that most would heavily criticize him for.

He'd had a hand in a war that was unjust and was led by his father, a cruel and violent man with a heart made of ice. The war was heavily in their favor, to begin with, because of the kind of magic most of the military had. Every demon had abilities, ranging from Isoloses's ability to siphon others' energy and powers and clone them for himself to use to having the abilities Isoloses needed to siphon so he'd be stronger, to abilities so useless they were meaningless and worthless to a siphon.

Because every demon is not a separate kind of demon from each other, there's only a select number of kinds, one would think that the limitations of power development would be low but that isn't the case. The powers of every demon are different in some way, there's something about them that makes their power unique from another. Isoloses, for instance, had the ability to suck the life force from anything alive and copy the power for himself. He could return the power as he willed, or keep it. Depending on how much power he siphoned in one day, he'd feel stronger and more high, elevated, kind of. A little on edge and jittery. 

A different Siphon in his 𝖹𝗁é𝗅à𝗄𝗁--his group--named Astrert Luivofain could only siphon from magical artifacts, and he did not copy skills like Isoloses did. However, when Astrert was paired with a stronger siphon, his powers increased exponentially and he became useful. Siphons usually are weaker than other kinds of demons because the majority needed to siphon magical energy to survive. Siphons were dying out, though, way less common than they used to be.  Everyone was different but their strengths were used for his father's goals no matter the cost, so even if they were least likely to survive, their siphoning ability on its own was enough to make the sacrifice worth it to his father.

The bell on the door of the tavern rang out, interrupting Isoloses's thoughts, and he looked up and found himself looking at her. The ghost haunting the back of his mind. The black-haired woman who'd been in Eclectic treasures, at Ilsa's funeral, and then nowhere he had seen. He couldn't remember her when he wasn't looking at her, and he was beginning to grow suspicious. Something wasn't right, he knew that.

Isoloses ducked down a little, turning his head from the door discreetly as his hood covered the side of his face. He knew if she looked close enough, she'd recognize him, so he had to try to blend in with the background so that she took a seat instead of immediately turning around and leaving. He couldn't consult anyone else on a problem he could only remember in her presence so it was up to him. Isoloses listened as she ordered a drink, her voice too quiet to make out. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her turn and walk towards a table in the back corner of the tavern.