Honkai Impact: Reaction

Omake 5: Thief Is Bad...Unless You're The One Doing It

A/N: If you reading this, that means Chapter 10 is out or in the works. I am writing this to fulfill my brain rot so enjoy.

In a throne room adorned with orange stained glass as the only light source in this dreadful chamber and magnificent steps of stairs stained crimson was the only towards its peak.

What stood in the darkness were four distinct figures basking in the subtle luminosity, a shadow cast on their face, making all more menacing, and the one whom they all looked up upon that Divine Seat was the only...

Duke Inferno, his true name Ifrit.

The fire demon born from the destruction of its planet, Fetora. A being devoutly adhering to the Path of Destruction. A conductor meant to annihilate all life with its wicked flames to slaughter and destroy, now stands on this seat.

"Penacony, Planet of Festivites, a cradle drowning in dreams, a haven for the cowardly." His distorted voice echoed through the room and grasped within his hand was a decaying white flower burning its last life to ash.

"The Family has summoned guests for its grand celebration." The Family, a group of beings that gathered from different words to follow the Path of Harmony and its Aeon...Xipe.

"The Golden Blood will flow from the destruction as on offering to them. Children of the Flame...This marks your rite of passage." He called out to the four shadowed figures, his Children.

"Akash, I lit a fire in your eyes and showed you music of the strings. Serenade the celebration and hush the Harmony into muted awe." The Duke called out the first one among the four.

"It will be done, father." 

Akash "The Tuner." A white-haired man wearing a cyan open-collared shirt, a mess of a tie, a red damaged cape on his back, blue goggles adorned on his face, and holding an eerie black bass a mouth with sharp teeth embodied in its body, a hole of a blue abyss in it.

"Dubra, I set your form alight and taught you mastery of the blade. Temper it with sulfur, maim the Elation, and let the performer's blood and tears pour into the abyss." He called to the second.

"As you wish, father." 

Dubra "The Scribe." At first, her appearance is that of an innocent young girl with white hair wearing a white dress outlined with purple, a black biretta with a cross. But her true form is a purple flame covering itself with a cape using chains to pose itself as Human and revealing its cryptic scythe attached to its back.

"Caterina, I kindled a flame in your heart and granted you blood of fire. Use your wrath to shatter the Preservation's sanctum and melt their gold to create a statue of our savior." He called to the third.

"You got it, old man."

Caterina, "The Shacklebound." A red-haired woman having a captain hat spewing out flames placed on her head, distinct sharp teeth, spikey shackles on her arms and neck, a black coat, and an outfit that quite frankly is very skimpy along with a strange sense of shoes. Her weapon of choice was a chained mace attached to her left arm.

"And Constance, at last...my most ambitious and exceptional child. There is nothing more to teach you. Just remember without Penacony's midnight hour, strip away all they hold dear and leave naught but the Remembrance's tomb." He called to the last, his voice high and mighty, as light brightened the hall showing the Children of Flame and the final one.

Constance, "The Dahlia." A black-haired woman, horns the same color as her hair coming from the side of her head, a black tail, a blue flame burning aside the left horn, a white summer hat with a purple flower atop of it, and a white dress to finish it off, matching the color scheme of monochromatic.