Cathaysia of Memories.

SS; The Second Coming of Light.

[—or, "The Coming of the Second Star." this is a short story, and i am willing to continue writing this if someone wants me to.]
not an idea.

"Kill the Sinners!"

"Kill the Sinners!"

"Kill the Sinners!"

Those words that reverberated throughout their world.

The shouts of the zealous hearts of mankind knew no bounds, the saviors of this land looking at with both fear and doubt.

"Are these the people we'd sacrificed so much to save?"

Sechoren looked down with eyes full of hatred, his expression pallid and dark as his jaw clenched.

That muttering gave birth to a new thought process for the six saviors left out of ten.

'Our sacrifices, were they deserving of people with such devilish hearts?'

These people chanted for the crucifixion of the First Savior, Sephtis Keurth Von Bielzukheb II. The man who hanged from the cross with his own blood lathered over his body.

Veilnot entered the room with a casual smile before looking through the window.

His midnight blue eyes became wide, full of disbelief and rancor. His lips parted slightly—before twisting downwards with a despairing expression. "What- what happened to Uri?"

His voice trembled faintly. He'd called Sephtis by the only nickname that the man never shown distaste for.

"He's allegedly killed the Crown Princess of the Ra Imperium." The only man sitting down, Afretch, looked at Veilnot with furrowed brows and slightly shaky, clenched hands.

He looked as if he was about to burst out in emotion at any moment. However, it would not be good if be did.

"He killed Princess Dariua!?" Veilnot's voice was full of disbelief, unwilling to think for even a moment that the gentle man that was Sephtis' entire existence could ever do such a thing unprovoked.

Much less to someone who'd helped him in the political arena once or twice.

Sechoren looked at Veilnot with a slight agreement, his jaw softening as he slowly calmed down.

"I don't think he did it, but clearly these ungrateful bastards do," He spoke hatefully as he stared at the manic faces of the citizens of the Imperium.

"It's quite suspicious, honestly. The Royals of the Imperium have always hated the Saviors—since the people trust us and have more faith in the Light than them, which is admittedly bad for them. Someone is most definitely scheming against us."

The calmest man in the room spoke his thoughts aloud, fiddling with his monocle before putting it back on with a shaky breath.

Sephtis was a man who was afeared, yet the only solace in their world of bloodshed. He was the only way in a path of misery and malice.

A figure of who'd bathed seas of evil that shone brighter than the mordant sun, but was more ruthless than a tyrant.

But even simply his name brought an undying loyalty to armies of men whose minds were filled with rancor and devilry more than any kind of humanity could.

Who would hate such a man?

The Fourth Princess, Efrasiya D. Forecuthe IV, known as one of the most beautiful women in the world, wanted to marry him. Of course, he rejected her since he didn't like her at all.

But the 5 Saviors had emotions for him that ran deeper than anyone else, and this event angered them especially.

Sechoren, the Second Savior.

Afretch, the Third Savior.

Veilnot, the Fourth Savior.

Deseut, the Sixth Savior.

Chromi, the Eighth.

Two others died.

Another went missing.

Now the First Savior, their leader, was being executed. The one who first wanted to save humanity in the first place.

Chromi and Desuet were present earlier, before the latter left abruptly. Chromi stayed a little longer, his eyes only lingering on the faint regret he saw in Sephtis' eyes. He left soon after.

"The scent of Desuet's fear lingers," Veilnot said without a hint of bite, understanding why Desuet was fearful. He was very soft hearted when it came to their little group, especially Sephtis and Chromi.

But perhaps because Desuet had an innate fear of death that accompanied him as someone with a power dependent on breath, that weakening breath of Sephtis' was most likely nauseating.

He probably couldn't bear watching longer than he had to.

"I agree, Afretch. But I'm sorry."

Sechoren lowered his head as his long, gray-blue hair that was pale covered his expression from view.

Afretch looked to the other side as well, avoiding putting both Sechoren and the execution in his sight. He closed his eyes before speaking softly, "I know. We couldn't do anything even if we wanted to."

These memories would be inconsolable.

Just as the somber air never drifted away.

Sephtis drifted away, just like Evangel and Lechoria.

Sometimes Veilnot wished he'd simply gone missing, just like Dasgist.

He wondered where Dasgist was now.

In another life, they'd al be able to be together.

First Epoch; The Scorching Sun.

Country of Ilugeur. 2XXX, August 28th.

these ss's and si's will tend to be messy. i'm sorry, lol. i'm just here to have fun.