The Saga of The Cursed

~Business~

"So, what brings you here?" Mr. Speedwagon leads me into his office, taking a seat in his chair while I take mine across him, having a complete full view of him. I take a moment to look around his office, everything looks up to modern times.

Looking straight into his eyes, "I am going to get straight to the point," I lean back against the chair, "You have something that belongs to me." I stand up and walk around the office. "I would like for it to be returned." I turn around to face him intently.

Following my every move with his eyes, "I do? What could that be?" He steadily stands up, moving around his desk to the front, leaning back into it.

I chuckle softly, "A staff – a golden staff adored with jewels; I must get it back." I give him a "don't act dumb" look. I walk towards the tall glass windows in his office. 

"For what reasons?"

"You should have read the warnings. You were there in person, were you not?" I turn my head towards him.

"I wa– how did you know?" He looks at me astonished. "Where are you getting this information?!"

"For me to know and you to find out." I smile and continue to look out into the scenery, "You must return it now or else."

"Or else what?" He goes over to me and stands besides me.

Looking at him from my peripheral vision, "Do you not know the danger that you have helped escape by removing the three staffs?" I turn to face him with a serious face, "Surely, you must have read all the warning along with what would happen if you did remove it."

"Are you telling me that it wasn't a tactic to scare us off?" He looks back at me with a gentle, yet caring smile.

"Absolutely not, I am sure you did learn to take warnings more seriously with the pillar men?"

"How-Never mind that...Follow me, I will show you where they are." We both start walking towards the door, "Can you tell me more about the artifacts??"

I notice my surroundings as we walk around the building, going towards door with a large print stating "Level 1 Personal", seeming that only certain people can enter. As we pass through the walls change to an asylum white color with only the silver-gray elevator doors to be the pop of color but also giving a one-way trip to hell.

"The staff each have their own names, all with their own meaning." I say as we step in, seeing him click B3, "They can only be used by their owner and only them. They will not manifest for anyone else, no matter the methods or sorcery used." I look around, noticing the cameras in all four corners.

"So, they can only be controlled by you?" Keeping his eyesight straight ahead to the doors.

"Only one. My other two companions own the others. There is only three in the universe that exist. They're keys, shields, prisons, and so much more." I smirk while thinking of fond memories. "But we love using them as weapons."

"Multiple purposes, huh? So, if I may ask...miss???" He turns to face me.

I chuckle realizing that I never gave him my name, "D'Drakon. Athena D'Drakon, Mr. Speedwagon."

"Well, if I may ask," He breaks eye contact for a second, clearly showing hesitation, "I would like to know...are you from – " We hear a familiar bing sounds, notifying us that we have arrived to our desired floor. Walking out we head towards the specific room where they are currently being held.

"I am but not." I look at him as we continued to walk, "I am from this world...but my origins are from another, I am what is considered a god. You mustn't tell anyone or else." I look away and into the glass barrier that holds the three staff, letting a breath of relief knowing that they can still be used and have not been damaged.

"Of course, I swear to secrecy." He snaps his attention to staff as soon as it start to activate on its own, causing scientists to immediately swarm in and write down records.

"Good."