A deep voice came.Shit. Shit. All of them thought at the same time, exchanging nervous looks.All of them straightened up immediately when Sir Zuka stood behind. Their hearts literally stopped in dread when his glare came to Tristan.“Father?!” They boy gasped. All of them stood up, upright like soldiers before him.“What is this language, Tristan?” His voice softened. His eyes were the same as his son’s light green accompanied by his long white hair and beard. “I apologize, Father.” He said tenderly, looking down.“This is not acceptable, I have guided you to keep your tongue clean but no, you have to soil it with foul words.” He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.“I know I am wrong and I am sorry for doing the wrong thing.” He said, having not a single regret of saying it.That’s the reason he became friends with Randall and Zen or else this mind would have consumed his heart and adolescence.“At least you know you did something wrong.”Sir Zuka has never swore in his li

“Come on, let’s take a peak from afar. Nobody is gonna know.” Zadicus giggled, gesturing to them to go inside as they walked. They all stopped at the edge, on a fair distance there was a silver rock lying over an obsidian.“That’s Fiend Forgery.” Zadicus told them, pointing at the silver rock.“The silver one?” Persephone asked.“Yeah.” He nodded.“It looks pretty ordinary.” Kriss frowned, displeased at the sight.“Did we come all the way here to look at a plain rock?” Vera asked, tilting her head in confusion.“Yeah, there is nothing great about it.” Avin nodded, putting his hand on his waist.“Is it a prank?” Kriss asked, turning to Zadicus.“Nope. It is what it is. This is the strongest rock, it shines golden when it finds its host willingly.” Zadicus shrugged, gesturing to them to turn and leave.“Host?” Persephon asked.“Yeah, you know, to connect it, embed it into the body to free the seal on the rock.” He shrugged nonchalantly.“What a waste.” Randall muttered, turning to lea

"His Highness is the perfect candidate for Fiend Forgery!" He shouted, which left Tristan horrified about how he could allow this to happen. It’s not that he didn’t know what harm one look could cause, he wasn’t supposed to react. “If he gets any nearer to it, it will attach itself to him instantly!" He whisper-yelled, running his hand in his hair out of strain. “And if it was successful, everyone would die! Aziel will be destroyed!” He shouted, losing his mind before the anguish went out of the blue. Pacing around, his mind lost its ability to react with immense worry for the wellbeing of the kids. "What?!" He yelled, not believing what he was hearing, holding himself culpable for what was happening. “H-How? But… Just.. one look… it..” He couldn’t form a sentence at this point with grief attacking his mind. "Did you forget?! You know everything, Tristan!" He shouted, unintentionally taking his fury on him. He was startled for a second, taking a step back, shaking his head

“What have you done!?” Zadicus screamed, holding his chest, sobbing badly to the point his voice began to suffocate him. Tears blurring his vision, unable to handle this amount of grief. “STOP! STOP! PLEASE!” He cried from his deep anguish, punching the surface beneath him continuously but it left no effect. “What have you done!? How could you, Zadicus!?” Persephone screamed, traumatized by the sight where he killed his Father. The sight was unbearable for everyone present, terrified to think what he would do if he could kill Sir Zuka smoothly. “I thought I told you to shut your damn mouth.” His low growl came, shifting his gaze to her. He turned, taking a step and in a blink was present before her, Her breathed hitched, taking a step back in appall, holding her dress, shaking with terror, utterly defeat by his presence. “Zadicus…” She called him breathlessly, trembling violently when his menacing eyes hovering over hers. Smirking at her horrified reaction, he brought his hand

“No!!” A scream of anguish echoed in the cave where blood tainted the walls, dispersing an atmosphere of appall everywhere. “Please.. Anyone… Help me.” Tears streamed down Zadicus’ face due to powerlessness but nothing could tame his heart anymore. He had consumed darkness. “What have I done?” He sobbed, lowering his head, losing his mind in anguish. “I am sorry… I am so sorry..” He sniffed but they were meaningless. “Father, please, Wake up. Please.” He cried, shaking the lifeless body before him. Blood stealing his innocence but all his fragile heart was capable of doing was to beg, “I am sorry, I am so sorry.” “Please anyone…” Whispering, his hand clutched his robe, shedding destructive tears until a voice called him from behind hesitantly. “Z-Zadicus?” His breathing hitched upon hearing the voice of his beloved, the fear was undesirable but unavoidable. “P-Persephone?” Swallowing his lump, he turned to her hesitantly. She was the only person who woke up, “What ha