Ianite's eyes were wide, "MERCENARIES?!" She yelled, dropping her teacup. "Yes, mercenaries..." The boy cried, "I'm one of them, but I can't kill!" He went on. Ianite looked at him, both his hands were on his face and tears were trailing down his cheeks. "Mercenaries, assassins, killers, horrible people!" He yelled. Ianite knows she asked many times, but she's asking again, "What is your name?".
"I don't really have one, they just call me the useless one..." He said.
"Spark." Ianite blurted out.
"What?"
"Your name is Spark."
"I thought I didn't have a name."
"The higher gods choose names for the nameless, so they named you Spark."
"What's your name?"
"Ianite the goddess of balance. Well, I'm not the goddess of balance, YET."
Sparks mouth hung open, "So you're telling me, that this WHOLE time, I was having a conversation with a goddess."
"Indeed." She smiled, Spark looked like he was going to faint. "Are you alright?" Ianite asked. Spark fainted. While he was asleep, Lord Dianite came in. "Hey sis, who's the sleepy one?" He said.
"Oh, that's just my guest, Spark." She smiled. Dianite looked at Spark, "I've seen that kid before...".
"Hm?"
"Yeah, I saw him at The Black Market. He was with the Black Eagles. Those people are killers, sis, I suggest you kick that kid out of your house before he, y'know, kills ya."
"He doesn't like being in that group, he said he couldn't kill even if he tried." Ianite said, petting Spark's head. Dianite put his hands on Spark's head, a golden light came out of his hands for a split second.
"So...?"
"He's all clear. Trained to be an assassin, but doesn't want to be one. That's good."
Spark twitched a little and woke up, "Who's he?" He asked causally. "My brother, Lord Dianite." She introduced Dianite to Spark. "That's cool." He smiled.
"Are you sure he's ok, every other reaction I got was: OH MY GOD YOU'RE DIANITE!, *faint*, and AM I GOING TO DIE?! Heh, funny how people confuse me with Lord Death, now HE'S the jerk." Dianite whispered to Ianite, Spark didn't react like other humans would. It is very odd that Spark isn't screaming at a 5" foot tall, dark red god with ram horns, a devil tail who's wearing nothing but ripped shorts (and a six pack but bro, do u even lift? Me neither). "Hey guys, is everything spinning or is it me?" Spark fainted again. Ianite noticed a small, blinking red light on the back of his neck. "Hey dude, come over here." She called, Dianite came over and noticed the blinking red dot too. "It's a chip. The Black Eagles put a chip in all their team members just in case."
"Why would they do that?"
"So they could make their team members sleep just like boyo here."
"Will he wake up?"
"Well, he'll wake up if the leader either feels like it, or we take the chip out."
"Ok, let's take the chip out-"
"Wait just a motherfucking second. Taking the chip out may disturb a vein, we don't know how deep the chip is or where it's placed. The Black Eagles don't just place the chip in a random place. Or if we even successfully take the chip out, which is a 25% risk that he won't die during the procedure, the Eagles might have did something to it so when the chip is out it'll kill him or some shit."
"Plus, do we look like surgeons?"
"Ok, what's the easiest way?" Ianite asked,
"We beat the leader up until he tells us the code that will deactivate the chip." Dianite smirked. A knock was heard on the door, Ianite opened it, "Hello?" Outside were a bunch of The Black Eagles. "Hey... Dianite?"
"Yeah- shit"
The assassins took out their swords, Dianite cracked his knuckles and Ianite stood there. "Do you know how to fight, sis?" He asked, "No.".
"I can do this myself, tell me when you can stop being a chicken." Dianite punched an assassin and he went down, "HEY! I'm no chicken!" Ianite yelled.
"Bak bak!" Dianite teased, elbowing another in the neck. The goddess' face was bright red and she stomped inside the cottage. She came out with a bow and shot an assassin in the head. "There, better?" she complained.
"You could do better." he grinned.
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Waglington: It All Started With A Cloak And Some Magic.
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