Caelestra, the Heavenly Continent Vol. 1

Chapter 19 - Third Step

Chapter 19 – Third step to becoming a trail of chaos: Be a hero who saves a damsel in distress

And so we go back to square one, with Bellatrix in a cage. As with every story, at one point a damsel in distress just has to be taken captive. And even though this is supposed to be the tale of four very different people who bring chaos with them wherever they go, this does not mean one of them cannot be captured! Everyone has their own way of getting themselves and others into trouble, and currently Bellatrix’s way was grasping her fingers around the cold metal bars surrounding her, sniffling pitifully and hoping that at some point the rowdy, tattooed, cursing crowd would notice the salty tears falling, look up at her pitiful form dangling up in the air, give her a sympathetic look, a few kind words, and save her.

Instead, all you could see was a crowd of the meanest heavenly being trash you could find, scrunching up their faces in confusion as they felt weird droplets. Ah, look over there, dear reader. It is a prime example! Look as one such trash has felt the salty tears. His dark tanned skin covering his bald head now has a few droplets glistening under the soft candle light that illuminates the damp, basement-like room. As he looks around confused, with a mean frown, he finds another heavenly trash towering over him at a good two meters. Curses are thrown around as one perceives the other to have spit on his head, and a brawl soon ensues. The fighting couple is moved along the crowd, until others are now placed under the cage, feel the tears and another fight ensues…

Many have looked back at this doubling in number of fights that night, maybe wondering if it was connected to what would happen later…Of course, only I have the real answers, so please pay close attention, dear reader. Well, only if you still dare. But, having come this far with me, do I still need to ask? I’m sure anyone still reading this has guts of steel, is simply a masochist, or…the annoying Bast currently grinning over my shoulder. Yes, that moment is coming up! No need to look so proud, Bast. Do you have any idea what shame is? Because that is what you should be feeling. Don’t just grin! And don’t shake your head!

Ahem! Where was I? Ah, yes. So, now I shall reveal what happened that night from the point of view of a very…enthusiastic announcer. Yes, I shall use that word. This is the famous Fossir from the last chapter. Well, he was an announcer just like any other should be in the underground world…And yes, Bast, I do know what they should be like! Why are you still here?

Anyway, standing out from amidst the dark, murky crowd, he wore bright colorful clothing, focusing more on the bright red, much like blood. With lips painted in a wide fake smile in red, he boasted and yelled and stirred the rowdy crowd into a mixture of cheers and curses. Bellatrix now found herself covering her ears and shaking tremendously as any proper damsel should, her cage finally lowering down with a spotlight placed over her pathetic- pitiful form. This is where it stopped last time, introducing the backdrop to this pitiful scene.

“Look what we have here, gentlemen! It is a rare specimen of the glorious Celosian race! Or is it?”

Jeers ensued, calling the pitiful girl names like “little pig,” “weakling” and others that are better left censored…Oh, and of course none of them were as bad as Bellatrix’s though. She has a way of knowing curses people didn’t even know existed…but that make your stomach turn violently and want to dispense itself of anything in it.

“Haha! Yes, gentlemen! We were very shocked too!” the announcer went on, even though I was the one who was shocked he was calling these barbarians gentlemen and using somewhat proper language.  I understand being shocked at such a weak- delicate Celosian, but really? A gentleman? Bast was in that crowd!

“But, we couldn’t just let her go, right? Of course not! We need to entertain you all!”

The crowd cheered more, “Of course you do! Rot her flesh! Cut her! Pierce her!” They were getting more violent by the second; all the while the announcer’s wicked grin grew wider.