31 Status Quo (1/2)

”Status quo has no meaning, just because we have always been doing something in a specific way, is not a good enough reason to keep doing it that way.”

-Kent Nagano

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As presaged, the school year started with the opening ceremony that everybody hates and was then followed by a brief getting-to-know-your-classmates activity which was, of course, spearheaded by the class adviser. I was able to introduce myself without anything worthy to be mentioned and yet, everybody got to know me in a very different manner as I was the first to approach the girl undauntedly, while they were trying there very best to avert their gazes from her.

I was the first to ever approach her like that and while I saw it, as rather a defenseless and a cold approach, for her, it was an act of courage, such as one that never takes into account social boundaries, but for everyone, it was an act of me challenging her to an academic rivalry or any of the same sorts. Which was not the case.

The first day of the class ended. Overall, there were 22 of us in that class and everyone had their backgrounds. The majority formed circles of new friends and several others left the campus for shopping, etc.

Yet, at my seat I found myself alone again, but, I could not care less. Same as the Prima Donna herself who was too focused on reading her philosophical book. But what I least expected was for me to get an invitation form her. It was then that the normal high school life I expected became the very pedestal of the opposite.

We had a little awkward chitchat towards the university cafeteria to buy some lunch and possibly eat there. Yet, it was ideally crowded, not a place for a de facto loner like myself. She suggested that we eat somewhere more peaceful, away from there and I approved. From there, I presaged that the school rooftop was the perfect spot.

Yes...It was to be the perfect spot for us to eat without intervention from hose socialized ones, not until she took a different turn. Little did I knew that there lies a motive in her invitation and her plan was working flawlessly. She knew that I had a connection with a supernatural, which was probably the allegiance of me with that goddess. Of course, I tried to divert her from the truth, yet nothing worked. She was dead set in her decision. Assuming that I was an enemy, she was ready to obliterate me with a powerful-looking sword she summoned out of nowhere using mere french words.

But, I called out to Lacrimosa's name. She severed the swords power and a deity called ”Deus Ex Machina” who calls himself the phantom deity that appeared on the side of the Prima Donna. From there she and Lacrimosa who appeared to be an acquaintance of the past had their little brutal reunion.

The phantom deity was by far ready to kill me as he said that it was the worst sin to form a contract with the goddess she called as a puppet of the devil. For my sake, Lacrimosa introduced me to her customized minimalist realm and there gave me the answers to the most fundamental questions, that should have been already answered if I have had allotted a little time to scan the contact's terms and conditions.

I am a Herrscher. Someone who bears the will of a deity.

I am in a game, a war between fates spearheaded by the deities of old to decide humanity's extremity as a race. If either they deserve salvation or damnation.