Chapter 21: The choice of revenge

Darkness rained from the sky onto the desolate area, steeped in a dreary mist. The place was a memorial park dedicated to the thousands of mutants who were slaughtered one hundred and thirty years ago during a hunt. Many spiritual people considered the land "haunted", saying the graves of the fallen should not be desecrated, but it didn't prevent the empire from erecting this simple park.

It was here that the twisted king rested with his mother. On a bench he gazed up at the stars where not a single cloud obstructed his view. His head rested on his mother's thighs while she looked at the item in his left hand.

Under normal circumstances, Micha would love any blessing he could get, but the one in his hands right now brought out some of his darkest thoughts.

Micha turned away from the stars to the empty sidewalks while twisting a beautiful brooch in his left hand. "I have to do something," he muttered.

Fortune stayed silent, the weight of his words, fearful of the future yet full of easily obtainable vengeance echoing within their mindscape.

"What are you planning Micha?" the mother asked, wrapping her hands around his left. That was all it took to convey his 'plan'. "This is very shortsighted. It can backfire in so many ways."

"Do you want to be facing the military branch of P.A.T.R.I.O.T?" Fortune didn't answer. As he nodded, he continued, "I think so too. If I'm on their radar it's better to make a bargain than try to kill."

"Still offering something that can rob you of everything, of me...." Fortune tightened her grip. "We don't even know what they want, it could just be that they want to sponsor you."

"Yeah, I got a point." Micha sighed, his mind beginning to see past the haze of his anger.

P.A.T.R.I.O.T was an international organization that combated threats that endangered the world. He knew from years of vigilante experience as X-96 that some people had blessings that would act like viruses. These powers would linger within areas long after the original owners' death and couldn't be healed through normal means, meaning these powers couldn't be stopped.

Young Micha was determined to help and made it one of his many life missions to aid those affected by these powers. One of the many research goals he shared with his brother.

One cannot rule out the possibility that the older sibling may have mentioned this incomplete and untested project. If innocent lives hang in the balance and Mihaels 'hope-healing' wasn't enough to help...

If he did...

The white-haired man turned and stared at the darkness in the distance.

He didn't want to help out his brother, he didn't want him to have a single shred of peace. However, at the same time he would be denying potentially innocent people the choice of life or death.

'Give all the right to choose.' Whenever he used his powers, that was the main reason. All deserve the right to make choices and then live with the consequences.

Yet, the thought of helping his brother, knowing he still smiles, deprives him of his right to choose. His right to choose revenge and live with the hate and anger of his family.

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"Why is it so hard to make this choice?" the younger brother grumbled, clearly conflicted between his first vow and his need for revenge.

Thankfully he didn't have to think any further.

"Alert alert!!" A crow screeched from the darkness of the sky. "The battle clause has been invoked!"

As it descended onto the bench, its three feet steadied its large body not too far from Micha's hand. Fortune pushed Micha onto the sidewalk, separating the bird from her son's most unlucky blessing.

It was a messenger crow, who would announce the battlefield for the next fight of the war between the twisted king and the archangel. Although she was skeptical about this being an actual messenger crow, it wasn't the first time they were tricked.

Bringing her hand to her side, she prepared to use the Blessing...

"Don't forget! Striking the messenger is instantaneous loss." Micha reprimanded as he propped himself up sneakily slipping the brooch into his pocket space. "King Micha Esperonica declares his acceptance of the battle clause."

"Acceptance acknowledged! Conceptual barrier deployed!" The crow responded as it flapped its wings causing space itself to spiral in an unnatural way preventing sound from escaping. "King: Archangel:666 chose LR City's abandoned subway station by Taiwoon Teriyaki as his location! The battle will begin in twenty minutes."

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A person sighed as they took a seat on the old rusted waiting bench. They opened the plastic container revealing a mixture of noodles and rice woven with vegetables like mushrooms and carrots. Taiwoon Teriyaki's number five order, his favorite. Nothing beats warm noodles and rice before a hunt.

The man collapsed his hands together and began his prayer. Giving grace to the mighty Marshal for the food he was about to consume-

EEEEK-weep!

His gray eyes darted left, in the direction of the sound. Music box strumming echoed all around him. In spite of the assassin's training, the ominous melody unnerved him. After standing up, the man slowly made his way towards the tracks. The sword firmly gripped at his waist, he glanced to the left at the tunnel where a single figure stood.

At first glance, it was clear that the figure belonged to a woman. In addition to their generous busts and supermodel figures, their skin was perhaps their most striking feature. A sea of crimson, pulsating flesh covered her mouth, revealing only sharp, serrated teeth. An exposed, glowing blue heart beat at the center of the mass of flesh.

A mortified expression crossed the man's face as the strumming turned to demonic hums.

"X-96..."

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