zaire casually strolled in, and as he was about to take off his shoes, the hood of his jacket was pulled
"who said you could go in?"
zaire could feel a piercing gaze at the back of his head
"am i… not allowed in?"
zaire turned his head to kevin, doing his best impression of puppy dog eyes
he was greeted with a murderous glare
'well okay…'
zaire immediately turned away
"whats going on?"
the four teenagers poked their head from the sofa
"its that guy.."
"the guy you 2 were talking about?"
"how'd he find our hotel room…?
elijah stood up from his sit and walked torwards the front door
As he walked closer, his eyes met with zaire's, that had brightened up upon seeing him
"ah…"
"can you turn around?"
"…why?"
elijah asked, dumbfolded
"just call the guards or sonething.."
"no its fine"
elijah looked at kevin who was grumbling, he then turned around
"i'm not sure what there is to see other than muscles though…"
after turning around, he stood in silence for about 3 seconds before he heard azreal yelp in surprise
Elijah immediately turned around, to find zaire kneeling on the floor in front of him, kevin holding the hoodie's now disconnected hood.
"h-huh?"
"will you let me be your comrade?"
"…what?"
elijah sinply stared at zaire dumbfounded,again.
"….should i call the guards?"
kevin asked as he dropped the hood on the floor
***
"so…you are here to specifically find him?"
serena asked, crossing her legs on the sofa
"mhm, and by addition, the rest of you too"
zaire replied back, kneeling on the floor next to elijah
"…must you really act like a dog?"
"will you not call the knights on me?"
"i'd call them on you either way.."
kevin grumbled, chewing on a candy bar azreal had given him
"so, why did you come to find elijah?"
azreal, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, asked
"the guards are searching for people based on your description, you know?"
"and whose fault is that? anyway, i'm herr for the prophecy"
"the prophecy..?" the five said in unison
"have you guys not heard of it?"
"…there aren't any prominent ones that come to mind, the only one that does is considered a legend"
saoirse replied
"… then you'll find out sooner or later"
"so you're not going to tell us..?"
elijah asked
he clicked his tongue before doing his best to look pitiful
"cant you.. tell me at the very least
zaire looked at elijah and sighed
"only if we meet everrel"
"…"
"will a phone call do?"
azreal took his phone out from his jacket
"… yes"
zaire stood up and walked torwards azreal as he connected the phone
"is something the matter?"
a deep, manly voice came from the other side of the phone
"… someone said they wanted to see you"
"who?"
"…some guy called zaire"
"…sorry?"
"it'll be easier if you just talk to him"
azreal tossed the phone to zaire, who catched it and turned on the video call function
"hey brute"
"…what?"
"i thought they'd make a better method of transportation in my 20 years of absence"
***
So where should i start?
right, demigods and apostles.
How do they exist? how do they wield divinity? and…
is it possible to replicate it?
I was an experiement, a child who got brought in to be experimented on whether it was possible to replicate divinity but, thats beside the point.
At one point, all of the scientists were killed, and a few people walked in.
i still remember the sight of her sanguine hair, the sound of her footsteps, as she walked torwards me.
Underneath me was the body of a researcher, my hand on their head that was smashed into the floor.
At that point, i could barely breathe properly, it felt like i was about to fall asleep.
It was probably because of the chlorofoam released in the air by them but it really felt good
When i woke up, i found myself in a bed tied up, and the same woman sitting in front of me with a smile.
This was when my life changed
***
Through her, i met alot of acquaintances , one memorable acquaintance was "evertt farreal"
When i first met him, my impression of him was less than stellar.
To me, he seemed like a brute, an idiot who couldnt even think two sentences with his head before charging in, someone who's brain seemed to belong in the toilet. He was the very definition of "strength"
i tried to avoid him, but he somehow slid into my circle after the missions i did with him. It felt nice to see him talk nonsence
i wonder if this person would recognise me now? or would he kill me and accuse me of being a "mimic"?
***
"…zaire?"
the voice from the thing sounded different from how i'd remember it
that made sense, we were both 17 when it happened after all.
"great to see you, do you give me your permission to work with this group of 5? i promise i'll deliver.
"How did you-… argh nevermind. You want to work with.. them?"
"yes"
the man in the screen stopped speaking for some time, and i got a chance to ponder
what exactly is this contraption? i'd assume this is something similar to a crystal ball.
"only if you're willing to be handcuffed"
"… you dont trust me?"
i stared at the man from the screen
"why do you think?"
"… i concede."
the white haired boy walked to me with a pair of handcuffs
'those handcuffs… disable mana'
Though i was unaware with the usage of handcuffs, the one the white haired boy had brought to me was one often used in the lab or in prison cells, to ensure the wearer doesnt use mana.
Though it makes me a bit sad, that the fool doesnt recognise me, it doesn't matter
Nothing matters other than the mission anyway
At that point, elijah snatched away the phone and seemed to be getting infomation about me
"So.. who is that guy Mr Farrell?"
His voice when he spoke to Everett
'He's calling him Mr?'