Proluge:Trapped??

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In a lone theater floating across the void, stood a handsome young man.

He had blonde hair that seemed to glow and his skin was whiter than the snow.

He wore casual cloths a simple shirt and sweat pants.

Nothing was unusual about him except his eyes.

They held no color just.................................................................emptiness, it was like a void with no end.

And those eyes that held nothing were staring at nothing in particular......

His elegent face held a--

"Fuck!!!!!  This is boring!" he yelled out in frustration.

The young man gripped his hair and pulled them.

He seemed very frustrated for some reason.

He grunted"Man it's been boring as hell ever since you left you multi colored eye bitch!" he yelled out in frustration but that frustation slowly faded "Ivan you bitch, you didn't have to leave me behind" he muttered out.

He laid on a seat present in the theater and rested there for some time.

He looked around, this was his creation the very theater his divine hands had crafted.

And the said theater created by the blonde was...huge it had multiple seats and infront of all the seats was a small stage and a large screen.

It seemed to be made for the sole purpose of watching something, although there were no snacks present in there.

The young looked around the theater and curled up into a ball "You promised to built this shit with me.....AND I HAD TO BUILT THIS MYSELF!" he yelled out once more.

The mysterious man somehow related to the god of god's sighed.

He brushed his beautfiul golden hair and checked his non existent watch.
"It's about time huh?" he said out loud to particularly noone.

He slowly stood up and walked to the stage, he snapped his finger and his causal cloths turned into a slick black suit.

He brushed the suit softly, feeling the soft fabric on his hands as he felt satisfied with the quality. "Gotta look good infront of the new people" he said out loud and snapped his finger again.

This time black socks and shoes came to existence.

He wore them and snapped his finger again,  a large mirror bigger than him appeared.

He checked himself out while brushing his hair "Perfect" he said as he waved of the mirror.

"Well here goes nothing" he said as he took in a deep breath.

"1....
  2.....
  3......." then on the final count quarter of the theater was filled.

"I was planning enj- Heh?" a certain witch let out.

The man took in a deep breath and smiled "Hello there, Wellcome to my theater!" he said cheerfully while smiling at the six women present in the theater.

"What? Why are we here!" Minevera questioned angrily.

His smile held on "Please refrain from yelling. I advice you all stay silent until the theater is filled" he said slowly.

And before they could argue, some more people appeared on the theater.

It was the Pricillia camp and Felt calm.

Al suddenly went on gaurd and scanned the room, he saw some familiar faces and some he had never seen.

His attention was focused on the Young blonde man before him, this man had an........aura around him that just screamed powerful, Al was also a bit surprised by his eyes they were quite strange.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 21, 2023 ⏰

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