85 Arbitrary Rendezvous (1/2)

”What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.”

-Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

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”Eh... A girl?”

”Seems to be, Master.”

With an unprecedented guest on her way, I then looked at the en masse of three million puppets dancing like fools in front without their vocational consent. Assuredly, I can't let them appear like this... They might be under that unworthy King, but it can be faltered if I were to generalize 'all' of them to incorporate the same traits as their disparaging leader...

They were just under his commands, and if they were to defy, it would be unprofitable for them. I understand... Even for me back on my place of origin, it's how the system works.

”Azazel... You can now stop your remix.”

”Affirmative, Master... How would you rate the mp3 file on a scale of 1 to 5?”

”What are you supposed to be? Spotify? Play Music?”

”Fundamentally, I need the data to make an adjustment based on your preference, Master.” Says the AI who can be autonomous enough to suggest this 'relevant' music rather than giving me the original one that I asked... Well, let's just get this over with.

”Ahhh... 4 maybe?”

”Data recorded, Thanks for the feedback, Master.”

”Ok then... Can't let this laughable masquerade welcome our guest.”

”All of you... I'm gonna release you from the chains. Try to escape and I will kill you. Arrange yourselves in your original positions.” I declared to the chained three million armored Tarragons.

As the chains came to a cease, and as I regained the darkness of the eclipse from being scattered across the sky, they, without questions, followed my command as if I'm the newly elected Echelon who recently just dethroned their King. The narcissist in deep sleep, however, I left hanging on the air... For display purposes.

And it was not long, that the atmosphere of the battlefield reclaimed its mundanity...which is not that normal-looking actually. It was still tainted by red, of which I guess is from Shiro's presence's aftereffects...And the eclipse also did not relinquish as my Paradigm Shift is still active.

Yet, the vast array of armies and mages followed my instructions without delays and arranged themselves in their former positions in an orderly manner but... it's somewhat unusual... they're too obedient to follow my commands even after what I did, even shaming their glorified King in front of themselves.., and it's somehow weird, now that I think of it, but not that mysterious. I mean, who would not want a leader like that to be dethroned?

”Master... the incoming female is now becoming more adjacent to my sensory radars.” Azazel suddenly prompted me in the remainder of the girl-guest that is approaching.

”Hey, don't make it sound like she's some animal in heat, and that I'm its prey...”

”Aren't humans animals as well, master?”

”W-well... You're partially right.” I answered, but without giving my full approval to be deemed just like that.

”Shiro, are you done healing the lady inside the cage? ” I asked the little girl...

”Hai!, oni-chama...” Shiro answered, sounding really sleepy with her blood wings shrinking and as her cardinal redness also rescinds, signifying that her Paradigm Shift is at her limit...

”Shiro, it's okay to sleep now okay?”

”Hai, oni-chama! I and Kurenai onee-chan are also done healing the humans in the Kingdom.” With a tired and smiling facade, she added.

”Heh? At this distance?”

”Yes, oni-chama... That's how powerful... Kurenai... onee-chan is...” With that being said, her elongated death scythe and her wings severed in its own will as I caught her from falling... And together with her trance, the blood moon also ceased and the few ponds of blood also evaporated into thin air...

”Good job, Shiro and Kurenai... Rest for now, okay?” The little girl having two consciousness fell to a deep slumber.

Still... Healing remotely at vast distances... This is how powerful a Synthesized Angel is? I then took some time to take a glimpse at the enchained and sleeping Anima of Music who has just been betrayed by the King's Shenanigans, Amadea, and indeed... Her wounds... It's all gone... Even the blood and dirt stains in her white dress have been completely purified.

Seeing her, I was then reminded as to how I woke up from that iron maiden... I remembered feeling being stabbed with statically-placed knives all over my body, and the next things I then saw were these creeping red droplets and, like it was a magical potion or the likes, all the pang's immediately gone... like I never had any on the first place.

I thought it was weird as if it's just a fragment of my imagination, but now... I'm sure that it was Shiro and the Kurenai's doing...

From its vertical original placement, I then made the third Celtic cross behind me, to rotate horizontally making it serve as a bed floating mid-air that would somehow suffice...but, from others' perspective, it might seem that I'm an ungodly dark mage on his way to offer this girl to Death or something. Well... I still couldn't find myself to care about judgemental herd thinking though...

”Master, The guest has arrived. ”

”Uhmm... Where?”

”40 meters Altitude...”

I then looked up, and there, a familiar figure stood majestically on the air, holding this overtly familiar sword as her hair drifts flawlessly with the direction of the winds... It's the Prima Donna... Celes Stella Reignsworth, on the flesh...

”Yow, Jaiden”, She greeted, descending into the ground... but not as graceful as her reappearance.