Another Training? (1)

"Isabella, who is this? Don't tell me..."

Isabella's brother mused, a thoughtful hand resting on his imaginary beard.

"He's your boyfriend,"

He quipped, a mischievous laugh escaping his lips.

"I literally don't know who this woman is,"

Aiden stammered, his voice tinged with nervousness as his heart raced.

'YOU GOT SCARED THIS FAST?'

Aria's incredulous scream echoed in Aiden's mind.

'Are you R&tarded? Do you see his white hair and pretty face? He is clearly an main character.'

Answered Aiden.

"Ha ha what a funny guy, you know with your face and your character you can find a more beautiful girl."

Said the brother as he tried to tesse his sister.

"You know maybe I should listen to your words."

Said Aiden, as scared as ever.

'STOP TRYING TO GET AWAY.'

Screamed Aria in his mind.

"My name is Lucas its once to meet you."

Said the brother as he extended his hand for a handshake.

'Is this the family killer?'

Said Aiden in his mind as he shook Lucas's hand.

But just as he held his hand, an unsettling event unfolded.

It was as if a spectral hand took hold of his heart; his heart was pounding so fast that if it beat any faster, he would get a heart attack.

But just as he held his hand, an unsettling event unfolded.

Behind Lucas was a terrifying monster.

Horns emerging from its eye sockets, twisted and monstrous. Its eyes, burning with crimson flames, conveyed an unspeakable malevolence. The skin on its face was charred and peeled away, revealing a horrific visage. Skeletal hands with claw-like appendages extended from withered flesh, creating a nightmarish display of exposed power. The entire body bore witness to unimaginable suffering, a monstrous tapestry of decay and torment.

'What is this?'

The voice, barely audible at first, grew louder, whispering unsettling secrets that clawed at the edges of Aiden's sanity. He felt an invisible force probing his thoughts, unravelling the deepest recesses of his fears. The burning presence behind Lucas seemed to convulse with silent agony, its eyes fixated on Aiden, pleading for release.

"W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋W̵̨̢̺̦̖͓̼͔͚̫̤̥̓̉͘ḫ̵̟̪̹̣̖̆̎̆̓̐̈̊̚y̴̨̢̺̺̻͈̗̠̹̻͖̥̪̎ ̵̧̱̺̙͓̟̽ͅỉ̶̢̨̛̤̼̺̯͔̭̜͉̺̺͈͙͈̀̌̓͆̒͒̏̀̔͋̀̈́̊s̷͎̰̻͖͖̰̱͚̯̞̏̀͂̈́́̂̀̏̎̈́̃̆͐͜ ̴͖̞͍͔̫͉̈͆͊̅̓̏̅̈́͐͊͑͆͘̚̕ȉ̶̢̹̟̭̞̌̎́̋̆͒̋̀͜͝ͅṱ̴̨̢̠̤̩̥̩̌͜͜ ̷͔͚͚̳̟͚̽͘ń̴̗̖͙̝̞̜̰͍͍̜̃́͂͛̅͒̽̊͒̃̓͐ȏ̴͇͉͈̘̣̪͚͈̮͕̜͉̗̉͛͐̒̀́̽ͅt̴̛̺͍̥͉̖͓̹̦͙̹̳͈͔͌̓ ̵̡̢̫̠̯͓̺͎̗̳̣̗̹̋̋̈̅̈̄͐̈͊̀͋̈͜͝ͅw̶̜̘̥̎̿̈́̂̂̒̓̂͌͘̚o̷̥͔̥̅̃̉ͅr̴̫̲̩̉̔͛͛͒̕k̸̢̛̤̯̫̩̝̲͇̯̱͎͈̄́̄̐͜ï̷̤̠̦ņ̶͇̲̭͉̰͓̺͍̻͒̌̾̆͑̉̀͠g̵̢̻̹̯͓̹̝̠̺̔̍̈́̌̍̋̾́̔͌̔̚?̷̨̛̫̪͎͓̟̓̎̉͋"

The burning corpse's eyes bore into Aiden's soul, accusing and pleading at the same time.

Aiden felt a surge of terror as the world around him seemed to distort into a nightmarish tableau. The air itself was heavy with the stench of burning flesh and echoed with anguished cries.

The voice in Aiden's head intensified, a cacophony of tortured souls wailing in agony.

Aiden tried to pull away, but Lucas's grip tightened, digging into his flesh like cold, clammy claws.

In the next moment, a thunderous, masculine voice echoed through Aiden's ears, resonating with an otherworldly authority.

"Calm down, child,"

It boomed, its commanding timbre drowning out every supernatural sound that had gripped Aiden's senses.

Aiden's heartbeat gradually normalized, as if under the influence of a mystical force.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Lucas asked with a scared expression, genuinely concerned about Aiden.

Aiden said nothing, still attempting to piece together the puzzle of what had happened.

At that moment, Isabella looked at the person who came with Lucas, her eyes pleading for him to take some action.

Lucas arrived with two more friends, a man and a woman, both around 20 years old, just like him.

'Don't look at me.'

Said the man as he averted his gaze with sweat on his face.

This man and woman were the same people who were occasionally eating with Isabella and Lucas.

"Brother in law do you want watter?" 

Asked Lucas with concern.

"I want to go home."

Said Aiden with a tired expression.

"Lucas, we should go. We have work."

Said The woman.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

Said Lucas, as it seemed like he remembered something they should do.

"What are you going to do brother?"

Asked Isabella.

"It seemed like someone had beaten eight of my guardians. . . I F&CKING HATE THIS. I WILL F*CKING KILL THIS BASTARD!"

Screamed Lucas.

"I really want to go home."

Said Aiden in fear as he realized that he was the one who beat the thugs.

IN THE SANTA UNDERGROUND STADIUM

Aiden's voice echoed in the Santa Underground Stadium.

"*sigh* Today was so tiresome."

Aiden remarked, sinking down to the floor.

Aria emerged from the sword, her gaze fixed on Aiden, her expression tinged with anger.

"Master?"

"Yes Blizzarai-"

Said Aiden as he was interrupted by a gut punch that sent him flying.

"Ugh"

Aiden spat blood onto the green grass.

"Master I am extremely disappointed today, not only-"

Aria started, but Aiden cut her off as he lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"*sniff**sniff* F$ck it looked less painful in anime *sniff**sniff*"

Amidst Aiden's sobs, Aria's voice cut through the air.

"YOU COWARD."

Aria's frustration boiled over.

"How could my Teacher's sword even let itself be chosen by a pathetic loser like you?"

Her words were sharp with disdain, her eyes burning with disappointment as she scrutinized every interaction that led to this moment.

"I don't care anymore I will acomplish my mission even if it will kill you."

Aria declared, determination shining through her anger.

"Master, do you know the name of the blade?"

She asked.

"Its Aetherian Radia-"

Aiden began, but Aria cut him off.

"Its name is Lich Llayer, an ego sword created with the soul of Melodrax, The Aetherian Radiance one of the Heavenly Generals Of Black Heaven."

Aria explained.

She continued, recounting Melodrax's history.

"Melodrax was once a feared lich with captivating melodies and seductive tunes. Its haunting music could lure unsuspecting souls into its influence, but his fate changed the moment his melodies fount its way to my Teacher's ears, The Silver Phoenix Echo."

"After he defeated the lich, he sealed the sword of the and me with it in the brick you were throwing. My mission is to find the reincarnation of the hero soul and bring him the Lich Llayer, but until I found him I will need you."

Aria stated.

"I will teach you my master's swordplay, Niten'ichi or, in English, Two Heavens As One."

She concluded, her tone holding a mix of sternness and determination.

IN AN ALLEY LATE AT NIGHT

In the dimly lit alley, the air was thick with malice as the seven boys strolled through the desolate ghetto.

"Ahh, what a bummer. I know that he is a bastard that deserves to die, but still, Isabella will be mad if I kill her first boyfriend."

Sneered Lucas, a twisted grin etching across his face.

"You are right, Lucas, we shouldn't kill him."

Marked the man.

"No, you don't understand Olliver, my sister is very antisocial, there is no way for her to find another boyfriend."

Lucas replied callously.

Olliver's face contorted with frustration, a pulsating vein on his forehead.

"With who are you even arguing?"

The group came to an abrupt halt as they spotted a muscular blond man ahead, barely able to stand on his feet.

"I finally found you."

The man declared with a sinister edge to his voice, fueled by a burning rage.

This was the same man who had tried to end Isabella's life in retaliation for his sister's death, caused by Lucas.

"Now I can fin-"

The blond man's words were cut off abruptly.

"You. . . Who are you?"

Lucas inquired, a cold curiosity in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

The blond man replied, eyes widened in shock.

"Were we together in elementary school or something, come on man I cant know everything."

Lucas scoffed, his tone callous and indifferent.

"You. . . YOU MONSTER. I am the brother of the little girl you killed, I came-"

The blond man began before being abruptly silenced.

"Pfff- HAHAHAHAHAHA."

Lucian laughed, his smile akin to that of a malevolent child. His twisted laughter echoed through the alley, a truly repulsive display of his monstrous nature.

"He said he came,"

Lucas remarked casually, his tone void of empathy.

Suddenly, an enormous surge of mana erupted from the blond man, his eyes ablaze with bloodlust.

"It seems like we have a bad dog here,"

Lucas remarked coldly, his fingers brushing against the silver chain around his neck. The air thickened with tension as the confrontation escalated, the ominous glow of the silver chain hinting at dark secrets and malevolent powers held within.

"]State: Phoenix Threshold Reversal["