43 In the Pangs of Darkness (1/2)

”Don't depend too much on anyone in this world. Even your shadow leaves you when you're in the dark.”

-Ibn Taymiyyah

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”Kneel.”

Suddenly as he is running towards me with potent vigor and an evil intent looking all desperately insane, Zen's feet lost its strength, almost suddenly, which made him kneel in front of me.

He's the one being a fully-evolved narcissist here, thinking how special he is for having such links with the extraordinary. He doesn't know that my power is even more dangerous. Apart from controlling inks, give me something that is black, physical, spiritual or emotional it may be, I can take control of it. Show me an ill will and I can likely control every fiber of your body. Yes. This is part of my power, a personalized authority I received from the Goddess.

”Zen! What happened?” ladies came to the rescue worrying if that little kneeling has somewhat left a dent of wound or something. So, he already has a Fandom huh... that was rather quick?

”What-what happened? I- I can't feel my body” the Wolfenschtein descent on his knees, questioned.

”Is this what these Herrschers are capable of doing? You acted highly a moment ago, why are you kneeling now? Rather weak aren't you now cool guy.”, I humiliated him, but with a very sober and irritated face, one that spells ”If you should have just let me do my thing, then this should not have happened to you”.

”You! what did you d-do to me?!”

”Nothing. Should be Karma's doing, you know. While I only came here to recover what's mine you disturbed me like I'm someone who is subject to answer any of your questions. Narcissist? Kid? Me? Just look at your self and reflect. Well, I'm not as introverted as you think I am, so I'm gonna tell you this... You can act heroically all you want, but your feud is probably not my concern. ”

”Why? Just tell us that you had joined the other side for your girlfriend's sake you piece of lovestruck crap!” the four-eyed Glen again made his verbal attack. I looked at him with a cold gaze, as an assurance that if you'll open your mouth again, I'm gonna do something more horrible. And him, feeling the danger, averted his hateful gaze quickly. with an insulting clock of his tongue...

”Nope. That certainly is not the case and also, let me clear this out. I and Celes are not in a relationship or whatsoever. Your logic in judgment is faltered beyond flawed. We just met each other.”

”Then why the hell can you approach her openly? And how could you explain that you can call her by her first name! ”

”Huh? And why should I not? Because she is the Prima Donna? Seriously how stupid had everyone become, fearing someone just because of a nickname... Not to mention how foolish you are of your choice of publicly announcing what Armada you would join. It should have been kept a secret from the start.”

”What do you mean?” the gothic lolita classmate, Charlotte Shirehart, asked.

While it somehow hurts to gush forth a few words now (would be a waste of saliva), I felt the need to give them a taste of reality.

”You may be smiling now, that you have found allies, but hmmm...You know that you're still hell-bent to kill each other right?”