The Unprevailant | Book 2 |

Chapter 13 ~The Carated Density of Gemini Ruadan

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~ Boston, Massachusetts
Planet Earth ~

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A man of average height and build was standing in his penthouse on the top floor. The city lights glittered remarkably against his short red hair, beaming in his amber brown eyes.

Red lines bled across his wings the hue and color of the ametrine gemstone. The radiance of amethyst and citrine was a clash of purple and orange reminescent of the sparkly planet called Iredescent.

The red lines dripped onto the floor, though the wound on his shoulder was already healed. Scarlet red shimmered on his ivory skin devoid of freckles, mimicking the scarlet red of his hair.

The lights refracted on his suit comprised of the darkest shade of purple, which was the color the Iredescent people wore to funerals and when they mourned the dead. Thin shimmery, hot pink thread peered from within the dark midnight purple fabric, as if silently challenging the city lights that dared to glare in accusation, though the man was unshaken.

His suit was torn from a small test explosion that injured him but slightly. Though his body was scraped on the shoulder and his wings were sliced from the sharp scrapels of pink gemstone material, a smile emerged upon the remembrance of another success.

I'll be able to launch it soon. I won't be defenseless, even against powerful Iredescents and irangels.

Including the Black Rose and the creator of irangels.

In just a few months, his job position elevated from an unknown perfume chemist to a wealthy businessman known all over the world, unaware of his secret weapons, the true façade that he hid beneath a luminuous array.

His business? Creating wing shops and perfume fragrances.

His name? Gemini Ruadan.

When his former boss had sent him to planet Iredescent for information on rare plant life, to use the knowledge to create intriguing new fragrances, Gemini sought to learn more about the alien planet and its people, indulging himself in Iredescent culture and way of life. Entranced by Iredescent's beauty, Gemini began to covet, wanting the sparkles for himself.

Sinister ideas formed in his mind as Gemini presumed that he could make money off the planet, starting by selling flowers from planet Iredescent, and secretly testing fragrances, before he created 'wing shops' where humans can turn into Iredescents.

The phrase – "Anyone can become an Iredescent" – became Gemini's marketing pitch that drove his business, hiding the murderous truth of Iredescent trafficking, of killing Iredescent people to use their blood to turn humans into Iredescents.

From the very first sight of planet Iredescent, Gemini became fascinated with the sparkly planet. He thought the Iredescent people were the most beautiful human-like lifeforms in the galaxy, so much that he wanted to become an Iredescent.

But alas, he was human, and the knowledge to turn a human into an Iredescent was forbidden. Nobody knew the knowledge except for the Ruler of Iredescent, the Phoenixes, and of course, the creator of irangels.

So Gemini kidnapped, trafficked, killed, and shipped dead Iredescents to planet Earth, along with their blood, wings, and fins. He brought them to a secret lab he disguised as a perfume factory and had them studied meticulously by a secret team of scientists.

After learning how to turn humans into Iredescents via Iredescent blood and n-r element, Gemini turned himself into an irangel. He then allowed anyone to become an irangel, sharing the knowledge with managers of wing shops: the places that allowed humans to turn into Iredescents.