TRIBULATIONS

25.

The Superhuman walked through the grass field. The air was breezy, and a wide grin revealing their uncanny teeth spread on their face as Fate was continuing to do it's job.

It had been ten years. Ten years since they last saw Pierre. Oh, how I miss that boy, but fret not, Pierre, once I have my answers, I will be back, And It won't be long till then.

They hummed, time was flowing fast, it was good, but at the same time bad.

They don't have too much time on their side, the future is still uncertain, and it won't be long until they break the rules and twist fate, destiny, and the circumstances. As long as the ending would be decent enough, whether sad or happy. If sad, then it would be bittersweet, if happy, it would be fulfilling.

As long as Pierre was guaranteed to be happy.

The Superhuman pressed their hand against their chest, they stared down, missing an object that was once hung around their neck.

A symbol for freedom.

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8

in the evening.

The Rulers sat behind the table as they bored their stern eyes into Brenden's cocky ones.

Edena stared down at her report, she cleared her throat. "You have violated the rules for a very long time—"

Brenden sneered. "You must've been pathetic if you really believe that we can live in a world that's both safe and equal; It's just not possible."

Everyone was silent. Edena sharply bored her red eyes into Brenden's whose eyes subconsciously averted it's gaze.

Edena firmly spoke to him, a threat behind her sweet words. "If you interrupt me again, I'll worsen your punishment."

Brenden rolled his eyes.

Roman squinted his eyes, his arms were crossed against his chest. "Look at her while she speaks to you."

Brenden lifted his eyes, and stared at Romans doll like grey eyes who did not faltered. His eyes were piercing into Brendens soul, so he looked away. Edena let out an annoyed sigh, it was already eight and she was almost done with her duties.

She did not have time for this, so ignoring her members confusing stares at her unusual anger, she sharply told Brenden, "..I've had enough. I hereby ban you from Mispair, if you return, I will have you killed."

Pierre's eyes widened.

Joshua raised his brows at the anger on her face as she stood up, gathered her things, and exited the room. Brenden let his jaw drop, "..She— You can't do that! Not without the other members approving—"

The members all sync, said. "You are banned."

Brenden's heart dropped, he furiously stood up, his chair knocked itself down, he sped up towards Edena who was about to open the door, but,

Ravena's teeth sharpened and grew longer, she bit the back of her thumb, black, slimy, and her limbs practically grew longed. She hadn't noticed— Her limbs never.. Elongated themselves. Joshua's eyes were filled with surprise, he attempted to stop Ravena, but the lights started to flicker, and Ravena's body seemed distorted.

As if she were a hologram. Roman started to tremble when Ravena's fangs were five centimeters long, and thicked. Her eyes sharpened, and she snarled as her hand snaked around Brenden's neck. The back of her blood stained thumb was forced inside of his mouth. As the blood met his tongue, Brenden freezed, hand still around Edena's neck who nonchalantly blinked at him, she didn't flinch.

Brenden fell backwards, the ground made a loud sound as he made contact with it. Ravena breathed heavily, she basically teleported behind him. Edena gulped at Ravena; She was terrifying.

Ravena let out a chuckle, "Are you okay?" Her fangs shrinked as fast as ever. She was in her form... Now, her usual and most known form.

Pierre furrowed his thick brows, "..When were you able to do that?"

Ravena slowly turned her head around, Pierre was disgusted, her head was in a 360 angle. This was normal, ravena was able to do so, it just wasn't very pleasing to the eye. Roman groaned, "Ugh.."

Ravena shrugged. "Just now. In.. In the heat of the moment, I'm not sure. Instincts, maybe?"

Joshua bit his lower lip thoughtfully, We really have to figure what she is.

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Arthur caught a glimpse of Edena's back before she scurried off. He swallowed the lump in his throat down, pondering on whether Ravena remembered of what they had previously spoken about.

He so hoped that the locket would return in his grasp. He could only sigh and walk back to where he had his desk at. It was nine in the evening, and Arthur yawned against the uncomfortable chair. Pierre was most likely finished with his meeting, so Arthur picked up the phone, and dialed the number for downstairs.

He called to make sure Pierre's dinner had been finished. And it was. Arthur let out a sigh, and let the maids, cooks, whoever brought the food do their job.

His amber eyes lifted themselves up, they planted themselves on the ceiling. So Dreamaspira was getting rid of the evidence. He felt a lump in his throat, I can't sit here and do nothing. He thought.

But what could I do?

A button on the desk flickered. At first, Arthur was confused, but realization hit him. Pierre was asking of him since Edena was not here.

He furrowed his eyebrows. What does he want from me?