Blind To Reality

6- Crystal Champagne

Hi to those checking out "Blind To Reality" after reading "Blind As a Bat"! I notice a few votes from people such as AlexDaniels694 and mosaicdragon just recently, and I do know about you, Kaze_mizu1 and many more! I guess I'm more focused with OOL and NEK than BTR, though I know pretty much what's going to happen in BTR, haha, but not too many people have shown much interest in it compared to OOL. I'm thinking of slowing the updates for this one to maybe 2x a month unless the interest is higher than I think it is. Tell me what you think, because no answer is still an answer ;P

Gah, I've been working on this and see a few more new names *eyes sparkle* Hello! CaptainMuffinToff, MandyLewis089, ErrorRainbow246, GlassWolf102... Okay, maybe I'll finish this tonight then?

Aeon P.O.V (Aeri above)

The venue this time was much larger than the prior one. Of course, having suspended the expected soiree in which collectors of all means could safely showcase, view, trade, buy and sell all forms of collections until now had many craving the interaction of fellows and their unique acquisitions. Hence the new, larger venue and strict protocols for the anticipated extensive and exponentially more exorbitant bids to buy or merely rent.

Upon first glance, there were many more cages and tanks compared to previous years with several customarily private collectors here for the exclusive week long experience. Yes, I was also personally surprised; Aeri excited beyond belief, my lovely attention whore, at that fact. Father has always been a businessman with widely spread interests. His movements were always thoughtful. Slow. Hidden. But his strides were wide, each step surprising those around. The dealings that one of similar business interests commits to, thinking that they have been quiet and sneaky; slinking behind others to get ahead... Until they step around the corner to be stopped by several men working for Father with the poor sod only able to watch him slowly stride further away. 

Before he focuses in those last moments... Prior to the splintering echos of a silencer... This man thinking himself so sly and ingenious, realizes his mistakes and bloated ego as his body becomes stone from setting his sights on medusa's back- and he knows that, as his eyes focus, this is the last thing he will see. Does he regret it?

Perhaps it was worth the one look- seeing and knowing his visage in the last moments as all others have grasped at unsuccessfully. But this secret is not one to be shared... However, what a grand secret it is to have in knowing the mastermind. The true being whose fingers have delicately sprawled across every alley and dark crevice, the highest in the black market, the King of Drugs, the Entrepreneur of Weapons and Technology, the Owner of Brothels and Trafficking, The Collector of Dolls and Rare Antiques; The Emperor of the Underworld. 

The secret in exchange for an eternal silence to protect it. 

Father wanted Angel protected. Most would have probably thought it was some form of caring... I suppose it was, but not the correct type. This caring is akin to the care one takes in keeping their most expensive antique in pristine form. Think on it as such- an antique rug is purchased, being the only one of its kind created by an artist praised as the last of his kind and his final perfect piece before he dies. This rug was previously unknown to all as this artist's final aspiration. Centuries later, this rug is finally unearthed, costing its new owner more than any previous antique. One of a kind in all aspects. Would one easily walk on this rug? Tarnish it with food and drink? Nail it to the wall like a painting as a form of artwork? Allow it to be greeted by the sun and wind?