"Beams cradling expertly crafted wires that transfers Aetherna from a singular core towards the main processing node, though flawless in its 'Input and Output' section, it still holds some regions that noticably requires some improvement.. I have never seen such magical software as this."
- Charlotte recited, her eyes scanning the inwards of the Papa Bear's head.
"Wha..what.." - Calestro could only mumble as the lass'es words entered his ears.
"You're saddened because of this right..?" - Charlotte looked at him with a few specks of light on her eyes.
"I'll fix it with you.. :)"
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In the gloominess of the dungeon, only illuminated by a set of old, decaying torches strapped unto its support beams; there remained dozens of rooms closed off by iron bars keeping rotting corpses, horrifying mechanical tools or prisoners who consumed freshly hunted rats that still attempted to scratch their lips as they proceed to gnaw through its maggot-infested insides.
An armoured lass, with a spotless white-robe cradled atop her shoulders began to raise her forearms upwards to embrace herself as she diverted her disturbed eyes from one cellar to another. Terror was prevalent on her countenance as she continued to walk through the dimly-lit, aging hallways that either crawled with termites or maggots that congregated as they tored through the decaying flesh of long-deceased bodies.
"hee..hee..hee...hee..hee.."
"haa..haa..jaltor..jaltor...jaltor..jaltor..jaltor.."
"muna...mona...muna...moka..jalten.."
A cacophony of coarse, irregularly high-pitched voices resonated throughout the air causing the lass to hasten her steps as she lowered her head and shutted her eyes, both arms atop her chest as she tried her hardest to soften and silence the sounds generated by the clanking of her silvery greaves on the stone-brick floor.
"hee..heee..?"
"Jaltor..."
"Monaa..."
..Then; utter silence. However instead of being relieved now that such disturbing voices have subsided. The lass'es eyes slowly widened as her irises minimized in sheer terror, her steps now hastening even further and louder than before.
"HEY!!!!!!!!!!! YOU...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"YOU BITCH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"GET THE FUCK OVER HERE...!!!!"
"I'LL MESS YOU UP REAL GOOD!! JUST LIKE HOW I DID WITH TODD!!!! HE WAS SCRUMPTIOUS..!!!"
"THAT BASTARD SHOULD'VE NEVER TEMPTED ME!!! IT WAS HIS FUCKING FAULT..! NOT MINE!!!"
- A prisoner yelled, whilst repeatedly pulling and pushing against the iron bars that separated him and the slouched lass that was treading through the hallway.
There, beside this prisoner was a maggot-infested corpse with a scar on its neck and still had remnants of its shirt, but its pants was nowhere to be found.
"HEY, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE..!!! YOU SELFISH BITCH..!!"
— The lass flinched upon hearing the prisoner's; madness induced yells. But she quickly shook her head before hastening her steps, making sure her pace does not evolve into a full-blown run as to not disturb some personas around her that are better-off slumbering.
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*Rattle..*
*Clank!*
- The sound of an iron door sliding before briefly coming onto a halt echoed throughout a certain room that consisted of an armoured persona chained on the floor with its hands raised up; sealed inside of the wall.
- The lass stepped in, and with a with a slightly shaky yet steeled determination, she saluted before opening her mouth;
"Private Yenna, reporting. I have been tasked to obtain information from the Assailant;
..Sir Hamilvan."
"..."
The chained figure stayed unresponsive as its head remained hung;
"I request of your cooperation to ensure a swift and decisive assignment...Please do not resist.."
- The young lass, with the snow white-like hair, and soft yet tired intonation trailed off as she gazed on the condition of the First Division commander, he was indistinguishable from the deceased as he remained there unresponsive, some insects crawling all over his lap.
"Are..are you th-there..? Sir Hamilvan.."
"..."
The lass slowly closed in and kneeled beside the commander all while still maintaining a safe distance.
"..Si..Sir Hami-Hamilvan..? I'm Private..Yen-yenna.." - The lass softly whispered, which was met by;
"..."
Silence.
"..Sir..?"
Yenna, seeing the commander still frozen despite all of her inquisitions made the decision to slowly reach over and nudge Hamilvan by the neck before!
*GRAAK*
*GRRRR!!!!!*
"KYA!"
- After the hand had reached in a sufficient distance, Hamilvan's head quickly rose up and attempted to bite off one of Yenna's fingers, to which he succeeded—
*Chomp..*
*..Gnaw..*
"Ow..owiee...ouch.."
Hamilvan then spat out a black fabric which was a remnant of Yenna's gloved hand, who rubbed the back of her head softly as she lifted herself up before examining her finger that she thought was bitten off by the commander.
"..Oh.." - She fiddled and danced her fingers around, though her hand was gloved, the region of the index finger was torn off revealing its slender form as opposed to the other four that were still covered.
"..Thank..Thank goodness.." - Yenna took her hand for a quick smooch before;
...
...
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
- Hamilvan asked, voice still laced with anomosity.
"..Si..Sir Hamilvan.."
- Yenna squeaked out though her eyes were disturbed; she remained steadfast and sat upright before saluting.
"I'm..Private Yenna."
"SPARE THE PLEASANTRIES. JUST GET ON WITH IT..!!"
- Hamilvan snarled, trying its hardest to either break free from the chains or break the chains free from wall and the ground.
"..We..well. I've been tasked by the upper echelon to extract information from you." - Yenna explained, a sweat sliding down her cheek.
"UPPER..ECHELON.. WELL TOO BAD."
- Hamilvan sneered towards the young lass.
"WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO?"
- The commander smirked, scoffing at the words of the young lass in front of him.
"We..Well.. in that..case.. Sir-sir Hamilvan.." - Yenna stammered, before she pushed aside the white robe that was covering herself revealing a brown bag.
"I've..I've be-been instructed to do this.."
She then unstrapped the bag from her Armour, allowing it to fall to the ground and allow some of its contents to be presented for the two to see.
Out of all the tools inside of the bag, which upon seeing it; caused Hamilvan to pause and have his eyes slightly widen; Yenna then picked up a certain one from the pack before fiddling with its controls.
*Shing..Ksh..!*
*BRZZZZZZZZZZZ...!!!*
The circular, teethed-saw that was attached began to rapidly spin on its body.
"The..they said.. to..make it fun for you.. I.. I don't re-really know how to use this..But I suppose I could try."
*BRZZZZZZZZZZZ...!!!*
"...Is th-this..used for so..mething..fun.. commander..?"
- Hamilvan just stared at Yenna, frozen as she slowly closed in with a spinning buzzsaw.
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Under the guise of a gloomy covering, there lied a throne illuminated by the canopy of a lukewarm sunlight penetrating through a circular glass embedded on the ceiling that was streamlined in gold and cushioned with a stylish red fabric. On this throne sat a peculiar middle-aged man robed in a stylish, purple cloak bejeweled with countless different stones on his spotlessly-clean white collar, all the way to his similarly-coloured cuffs.
A rather sour expression assumed on his wrinkly countenance as he maintained a steadfast daze on the red carpet that extended from the pair of wooden doors all the way to his throne, his fingers touching their respective counterparts as the defeaning silence of the chamber failed to halt the ongoing chaos inside of his mind.
*CREAK...*
The wooden gate of the room eventually creaked open to present; Two armoured men with scabbards strapped unto their waistline escorting an individual that was cloaked with peasant-like garments walking jitterily which contrasted the calm, deliberate steps of the two plated knights.
The middle-aged man's eyes quickly broke its steadfast gaze on the floor and focused them on the three presences that entered his room.
*Wave.*
Seeing the three get closer and closer; He simply lifted up his hand and gestured towards the wooden gate, to which;
The Armoured men bowed slightly before turning around and marching towards it, leaving the robed individual to stand alone in front of him.
As the men reached the gates;
*Creak...*
*SLAM!*
It has shutted with a bang, penetrating the unbearable silence for a moment before allowing it to assume dominion once more.
"Sir Osidal The Second."
- The robed man kneeled before the throne. His voice is coarse, nasal, as if it is forced.
"..."
- The middle-aged man remained unresponsive.
"I have come to notify you, that the First Division Commander; Hamilvan The Nameless have been found alongside the person of interest; Calestro, whose name is yet to be identified."
"..."
"The Assailant has been incarcerated while The Person of interest is currently being treated for his injuries by the Medical Division led by the Fourth Division Commander."
"..."
"How shall we proceed?" - The robed man paused, before slightly tilting his head upwards;
"Sir Sanum?"
— No response.
...
...
...
...
*Inhale*
"Haah.." - The middle-aged fellow, whom was; Sanum Bal Osidal The Second, breathed in before releasing a slightly exasperated sigh.
— "How long are you going to keep pretending?"
Sanum stated, his eyes slightly glowing as it peered through the hooded individual kneeling before him, which under the obscurity of his cloak; actually formed a slight smile.
- "Excellent. As always; very rushy."
Sanum's eyelid slightly twitched as he heard its once; coarse and nasal-like voice transition into a more resonant, mocking high-pitched tone.
"Spare me such mundane details. Who are you?"
"Ow!" - The robed man quickly grasped a hand above his chest while he feigned being hurt.
"Can't even remember me? How could you, Sir Sanum?" - The lower regions of the man's face, which was outside of the obscurity of his hood was seen showing; a calm, deliberate smile as it conversed with Sanum.
"Tch. - With a click of his tongue, Sanum's eyebrows quickly descended before he raised his fist;
*BAM!*
"Stop messing with me and Speak!"
- He yelled, with enough volume that it echoed throughout the entire chamber.
"Woah!" - The smile grew even wider beneath the conceal of the hood. -
"So Impatient! I am already someone you know! A friend of yours!"
Sanum's face slightly contorted in disgust before regressing back to its furrowed-eyebrow state.
"Don't get our strictly-business relationship mistaken for companionship." - Sanum remarked, voice laced with hostility.
"Really..." - The voice of the cloaked man softly quieted before it; "That hurts me y'know!" - returned to its previously playful and irregularly-cheerful tonality.
"JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE DAMN IT!"
*BAM!*
- Sanum exclaimed, followed by a quick slam of his right fist on the arm of the throne.
.
.
.
After a few seconds, the smile under the hood finally erupted into a full-blown smirk as the stature slowly arose into a standstill, facing Sanum.
"Decay. I aM DECAY."
Its face was similar to that of a man, though under the darkness brought by the cover of its cloak, the eyes radiated a crimson-coloured glow that peered through the soul of the already agitated Sanum.
"SERVANT OF CORRUPTION."
It then extended both arms, as if presenting a masterpiece of a play in front of a large audience.
"PLEASED TO MEET YOU, SANUM BAL OSIDAL THE SECOND."