Who Are You?

Arc 3.12 - Luther Abravel

A/N: NSFW
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"Parasite. Make it make sense, yeah?"

[Host... it's quite simple. You rip an arm off and blood gushes out. If you rip the air, energy pours out.]

"...Hmm." Luther stared at the glowing blue air in front of him.

He only wanted to play around with his soul energy by imbuing it into his sword but it seemed he accidentally ripped open the very universe and the world now had a leak of soul energy pilfering in.

Oops! Hahaha...ha...

Luther mayyybbee might have just killed us all.

"Can I bandage it up?" He walked around the glowing rupture in space with a contemplative expression. "Flex tape?"

[...] is host stupid?

"Damn, I can't even access the store. Any bright ideas you got there?" He moved his gaze to glare at a certain point— AAHHH!! Parasite got instant chills down to his core.

[uhm... the universe could very well be in peril if we leave it like this Host. Since soul power caused this maybe soul power can also stop it?]

"Was that a question?"

[N-No?]  (˙̣̣̣ↂ⃙⃙⃚᷄ᗨↂ⃙⃙⃚ )ꋧ

It's been some time since the zenith regiment returned from the front lines and have all been given a leave with a hefty pay as rewards for their accomplishments. Of course not all had the option to take a leave as for most, if not all, the regiment is their home and their only life.

Luther has been overtaking tasks from the Generals and as the heir of the Abravel household these few months.

Which is why he's became cooped up in his office for the past few weeks and become so bored and sick of the walls in the study that he thought to relieve some boredom by experimenting with otherworldly powers...

"If it's a leak of soul energy can I absorb it?"

[Are you also trying to absorb the entire world, its plot, and its characters?]

Luther sighed, "Are you making jokes right now?" Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he contemplated his next steps.

Bring up a hand, he conjured up his soul energy and poked around the rip in space. Slowly, he attempted to sew it up molecule by molecule, particle by particle.

By the end of it he was left lying on the floor sweating from sheer exhaustion, with barely enough energy to lift a finger.

'Never again... Never again.' He swore deeply as he fell unconscious.

A maid came in the next morning and screamed at the sight of the young master unconscious on the floor next to a bloodied sword.

Oops.

A prince not far away in the city sucked in a deep breath, stumbling into resting on a wall while clutching at his bicep in pain.

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A group of sharp cut individuals swiftly walked down the halls of the palace. A sense of intensity emanating from the leader's every step engulfing his figure. Silver strands flowing gracefully behind him, his gaze black as ink observing the path before him.

Large white pillars lead down to a great open and spacious marble flooring while showcasing the magnificent landscape within the palace grounds on the right. The night air seemingly blowing a light chill as he moves through. Stars lingering in the sky, clearly visible past the tall pillars.