Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I...
I sometimes look into my palm remembering the weapons I held, the throats I strangled, the bones I broke. I see scars on it, old scars, lately my scars have started to disappear. Azazel even said that I lost twenty six since last we met. This is good in a way, means less people can touch me, yet I feel as if those scars were memories engraved into my body.
I got a lot of these from the great war, too many in fact. Most are from environmental damage, like explosions, fire and more. Each of these scars tells a story of a man who fought tooth and nail for survival refusing to stand down and accept its destiny, a man who always fought back, hard. No matter who he fought he always pushed back. That man is me, but with these many memories I feel pity. Each day ends up the same, with someone dead.
Azazel: Quit screwing around with that pen. Look, we're here already.
I lifted my gaze and looked at the estate that stood in front of me. It was different from last I saw it. I remember my raid on this manor, the raid left it in ruins. Although it seems that not only did they rebuild but they expanded, thrice. Why waste money on welfare for the people when you can just satisfy yourself.
Issa: It's so big!
(smirk)
Rias: It has some flaws, for one I still get lost in it.
Legend: There's a maid coming towards us. Who is she?
Rias: That's my sister's queen. Lady Grayfia.
I remember that name, she's the one who brought that invitation to Riser's party.
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Issa: She's hot.
She does look like you.
Grayfia: Greeting, my name Is Grayfia and I shall escort you to lady Venelana.
Legend: You the one who sent me the invitation to Rias's wedding?
Grayfia: I was simply the messenger, it was lady Venelana who sent me. I assume you to be The Unyielding Avenger.
Legend: Your assumption is correct.
Yep, you both are alike alright. Why do you people speak so formally?
Grayfia: If you would please come with me. I shall take you to lady Venelana.
Legend: Go ahead, I'll catch up later.
Rias: What do you mean by catch up later? Are you going anywhere?
Legend: I wanna climb to the top of the manor.
I never understood your obsession with scaling buildings.
Xenovia: As expected of The Legend of The Night.
Gasper: Aren't you afraid of falling?
Azazel: (Laughter) This again?
Graifya: Very well, please don't take too long as lady Venelana is expecting you.
