The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

New Mission

Night fell on the cottage rented by the Order of the Gate. Yet the cottage, even with its occupants inside, was silent. Each Cerberus watched over its human. Tragedy, his face grave, his eyes tired and sad, waited for Mutulu's last breath. This was the fourth time since they had worked together that Mutulu had died, and although Tragedy knew and expected it, it tore at his heart each time. Mutulu was just a puppet. The physical body had a short life span. Mutulu, the original, had died a few years earlier but it was impossible for Tragedy to let go of the one who had his heart. He had found a way to bring the spirit back into a fabricated body, but the body became blank of memories and Tragedy taught him everything again. Tragedy loved Mutulu deeply, unconditionally but only in one way. Every new life Mutulu lived was a new chance to share his love, but in four lives Mutulu had never felt this way about his partner. In this, the Cerberus lived up to its name. In the twilight of his fourth life, Tragedy stood beside him, holding his hand and stroking his hair. He waited for his friend to take his last breath, his heart both shattered and hopeful. Each time Tragedy felt as if he were dying with him... which he was, in a way. Each Mutulu took a bit of Tragedy with it. Would Mutulu one day take Tragedy completely with him? That was what the Cerberus wondered as his companion, his love, breathed more and more heavily. Would the next Mutulu love him as he wished? But was that really his wish? Didn't he love Mutulu because he didn't love him back? So that he could love him without the limit of the other? Tragedy smiled, if his partner would return his love then he would be happy to die with him at last. To finally free them from the chains they imposed on each other. Mutulu hiccupped, the moment was near. With his heart on the edge of the abyss, Tragedy prepared the urn surrounded by spells that served as a receptacle for the psychic's essence.

In the room opposite, Agony was sitting at the small desk, reporting to Murmur. Her voice hummed softly as the witch rested in bed. The Cerberus glanced at the sleeping form from time to time, concentrating more on the morning's events.

— It was intense! The tear was huge. Are you sure it was just the kids disappearing? No other anomalies?

Murmur shook his head. His yellow eyes seemed to glow like a cat's through the video call.

— No referenced anomalies either way. So you were saying that there seems to be something big behind the veil?

Agony rubbed her forehead with her indigo lacquered fingers.

— I don't know if it was physically huge but the power display was that of a Major or more. It even affected Gwen.

— Gwen? Not Griffin?

Agony shook her head.

— Griffin hasn't been here all day. How do you expect that to affect the demon? It's hidden inside a human and you know as well as I do that the human body is a natural protection against the magic of the rift, which is why we team up with them. It is because of our bond with them that we can manage our powers in this world. Without them we could not even take shape in this dimension.

Murmur made an annoyed gesture with his hand.

— I know, I know... Loyalty, loyalty, love... blah, blah, blah... But look where it got you... Mutulu and Tragedy...

The Cerberus sighed.

— He has always been the most fragile of us three. But it is our duty to protect our humans.

— Is it not a bit excessive to die for them or with them?

Agony pushed back a lock of hair.

— It is in our nature. Death is not compulsory either. Finally, whether in this world or in the other, love is the same... it can be from one extreme to the other. But we're getting off the subject. Don't you have any echoes of what's happening on the other side?