Groupe Et Voluer was not the active group. In fact, the people who were in it, did not do much to improve society. Everyday, though, Dieu waited, and waited, for someone to finally adopt him. He wanted to be out there, making Blood Island the better place. It wasn't until Dieu was 12, though, that he got adopted.
Groupe Et Voluer was then, active. Dieu had been adopted by a mysterious man. He always went by Dark Blade, or just Blade. No one knew his real name. The day Blade walked in, he studied every child in there, even Dieu's friends. When Blade came across Dieu, he had spent a bit more time studying him, and actually spoke to him.
"You wish to leave this prison?"
Dieu quickly nodded. Blade walked over to the attendant, and chose Dieu. Deces had been adopted as well, and they lived next to each other. Though, Blade had not allowed the two to play much. He had other... intentions. Over the months of Dieu's preteen years, Blade had pushed Diue's muscles to the limits, with running and wall climbing. Now, these were not shanty walls. These were 5 meter high brick walls.
Every time Dieu fell off, he had to run another 10 meters, along with his usual 50 meter run. For Dieu's running, he had to run on asphalt, beach sand, and sometimes, both. One day, though. Dieu asked Blade why he had him run this much. Blade, giving about a day before he answered, replied simply;
"I have a future for you."
By the time Dieu was 14, he could run a kilometer in 3 minutes, 46 seconds, and could climb a 20 meter wall in less then 2 minutes, without falling off. After Dieu proved his skills, Blade finally put him in something new; blades.
"You have accomplished what most would not care to accomplish, son. Along with with, I present you the power to weld a blade-" Blade stated to Dieu "- in a fashion, more powerful then the King's men themselves."
Though, Dieu did have a choice of his type of blades. Did he wish to use a cutlass, or a dagger, or a simple sabre? For purpose, Dieu practiced using a cutlass, but focused his power to the dagger. On Dieu's 16th birthday, Blade presented him with two options, both for concealing weapons. One is what's known as 'Hidden Blade', where you wear a mechanism on your wrist, and with the flick of your hands, your blade slides out. Or, the Cacher, where your daggers are stored in a slot, and with a swipe of your thumb on a pallet under your palm, your dagger falls into your hand. For possession purposes, Dieu chose the Cacher. Though, his reason had back fired on him.
Only certain daggers were able to fit in the Cacher, and the dagger he loved was not able to fit in. So, in hopes Blade can help Dieu find a blade like his, he takes him to a place only few people know of- Asesino Retener. This is a small port, on a tiny sub island, a kilometer away from the mainland. Blade led Dieu to a stone like storage space, which only contained a chest. And in the chest, was the Darkened Blade.
"So... that's why you call yourself Blade, lad?" Dieu said as he studied the dagger.
"Do not get smart with me, boy. That attitude ruins the spirit!"
Dieu smiles a bit. "Apologies."
Blade sighs, muttering, "Pick it up."
Surprised, Dieu looks at Blade.
"A-are you sure?"
"Yes. It is yours to keep."
Dieu picks it up, but suddenly, Blade pins him to the ground, the dagger clattering on the floor. "It is yours." Blade grabs the dagger, it's black steel glittering in the candle light, and stabs it into Dieu's hand. Surprised, and a burning pain swelling up in Dieu's hand, he almost faints. What prevents him from fainting, is the tingle in his arm. Looking over, he notices that a black line is running up his arm, creating swirls here and there. Another line goes up his arm, creating swirls and smaller lines that branch off to connect with the other one. "This dagger is your savior, boy. Do not let those who want its power swarm its core." Suddenly, the door to the tiny shed opens, and Blade stands up. With Blade confronting two men at the door, Dieu's instincts allow him to remove the bloody dagger, and he hides it in the fire place, the ash concealing the blade. Looking over, he notices that Blade has his Hidden Blade in one guys stomach, but the other person.....
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Victoire et Muerte
AdventureThere are heros, and there are villains. And then there are those who, through every thin crack to squeeze through, can create a dent in history. Dieu-des Del Aracne was one of those people. His life was fated to a great hero, though, he died a hate...