A Dusk By Any Other Name (BoyxBoy)

VI: Liar's Cry

"A liar will not be believed, even when he speaks the truth."

-Aesop

~Sendex's Point of view ~

It's the middle of the evening, and I finally found Navi and my sense of Letonin.

They seem to be at a party, judging the blasting music coming from the home.

When it comes to things like this, I always turn to my lies.

Because all you have to do is convince someone that a lie is actually the truth. I'm quite good at that.

I'll tell them that I was invited, as simple as that.

I walked to the front door and started knocking until I heard a crash at the window.

I looked over to find a broken beer bottle scattered along the grass.

Shit, Navi, you're not learning from Illicero now are you?

I heard someone behind the other side of the door, probably trying to fumble with it.

They opened the door struggling, their demeanor being close to the undead. He was a Caucasian blonde boy, around high school age.

"Come on in..." He slurred.

I didn't respond back.

I made my way in, and let me tell you, this place was no place for Navi. I know him. He's quiet, and innocent on the inside. He didn't come here by himself, so someone has either convinced him to come, or he could be potentially possessed.

That dumbass...

I paced through the mob of what it seemed to be students around the house.

A lot of girls and even some boys were trying to tug at my leather jacket, trying to get my attention...

My senses were getting stronger with each step I take, except for something else; I smell... Rosemary and Thyme?...

There must be Morte Discipuli here as well.

Morte Discipuli are Reaperian Soldiers that serve under the 4 Reapers of Order. The army is approximately split evenly between each Reaper of Order. However, not split equally.

Since they aren't professionally adept at fighting Demons, they keep those herbs with them for protection. And if they're here, either something is up, or they're gonna be in some serious trouble.

As I was walking in thought, a shirtless brunette guy with a rose tattoo on his chest bumped into me, spilling his beer on my expensive designer hoodie.

"Ah... shit dude, watch where you're going..." He groaned.

Don't let it get to you... don't let it get to you...

I dug my fingers into my palm. "Ah, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention..."

"That's fine." He sighed. "We can have some one on one time if you want me to fix that problem of yours..." he offered, devilishly grinning. "No need to worry about your clothes then, yeah?"

You know, it sucks being asexual in a place where everyone wants to have sex with you...

"I'll pass." I said, placing my hand on his head, gazing into his brown eyes to truly confirm my decline.

He looked sad...

Good, he deserves that much.

As I moved on from that pitiful sight, I somehow found myself in the kitchen, and there it was; the source of Letonin's power right in front of me...