Rebirth of Chaos ( Grand Chase ) Fanfiction

The Title here was Destroyed by the Story's Destruction...

Chapter 8 - The Title here was Destroyed by the Story's Destruction...

"Gisella! Gisella, wake up!"

"Shut up, idiot!" A snarl startled him as he brought his sleeping sister closer to him defensively. He saw the undertaker glowering at him with irk, his hand gripping his scythe irritably. "You'll attract more undeads if you're that noisy and put every one of us in danger."

"Sorry…" The blond sighed, staring at his sister. She had fallen into a deep slumber after she had suddenly used some sort of light magic that had protected the three of them. He had never seen her do such a thing, let alone be in any particular roles that required any drastic actions. Gisella had been a passive person from his knowledge.

"Stay." Riku looked up to see that the undertaker had snarled angrily at a direction. When his eyes followed that bearing, he saw an old temple, and to his dismay, there were more undead creatures lingering about it the area, lusting for blood and flesh.

On the other hand, the man that stood next to him had bloodlust flashing in his eyes. To some extent, it scared the blond. At the same, it fascinated him as there was a certain flair that burned around him that he felt he had known for years, that only one person – a demon – would've possessed. His left hand twitched achingly, desiring flesh to rake into deeply.

The pain throbbing inside of the undertaker's hand had started and was growing by the second. Dirge couldn't help but hiss terribly, but only at a low frequency as he would never let anyone hear the pain he was going through. He only knew that when the sight of monsters came to his field of vision, he wanted nothing more than to kill them. Obliterate them into nothingness. Cast utter destruction upon then.

It had been that sole reason, he remembered, that had forced him out of his home. The Steamrift family weren't a famed family, generally. It wasn't even known in Bermessiah. But in was one of the best in the world of exorcism.

Yes. The man whom loved destruction came from a family of famed exorcists.

He remembered every single day that went by; lectured on and on by his elders, training vigorously on offence and defence against ghosts and spirits, purifying the dark corruption into innocent hearts, guiding those souls back to where they were once from. Yes, he recalled the last bit well.

Through everyone's eyes, an exorcist will eliminate all evil spirit and so on and so forth and whatever crap Dirge could think of. But those were just fantasies that are implanted to everyone, him included. But when to an age where he finally saw something amiss – to be exact, he was still a disciple of the arts of exorcism and soon to be a full-pledge - he began to look away from the path of an exorcist.

They do not kill nor exterminate ghosts. They guide them back to their own world. And it sickened the man. Why leave them living where they could return once more into their world and terrorize us once more when they could wipe them out of the face of every worlds?!

Dirge grunted, shaking his head. He had sworn he would never touch that chapter of his life. He was a free man now; he needed not to care about the past. After clearing his head of history, replacing it with the present, the undertaker ran towards the temple, leaving the two blond siblings.

Aisha blinked her eyes open and saw the paradise of books once more. She groaned in angst, having a painful headache as she tried to get up onto her feet. Her fingers tapped onto books in the bookshelves and the force she used to get up pulled them down. As they collapsed, she looked around drearily, trying to remember how she had gotten herself into this world as she couldn't remember even going into this world.

She gently closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Her mind slowly dimmed into darkness as she emptied her mind of everything that was jumbled in her head. After feeling relaxed, she concentrated on what had happened.