Inescapable Heavenly Net

Lying awake on an auspicious day. Making sure my eyes are wide open. As each second passes by, as the metronome ticks back and forth, an audacious plan is slowly unfolding in my mind. Something both outrageous and audacious, both rebellious and daring, one could even say it is intrepidly stupid. Flipping through the books of Holmes, and admiring their analytical skills, along with their outlandish adventures, I could hardly say that their lives are dull, much less peaceful. At least, that's how my day normally goes by. Today, it's the 3,051'th day, ever since society's prism of perfection, a hypocritical façade collapsed, and has yet entered another cycle again. Just like a Mahayana lotus, where the seemingly feeble, and frail minds of humanity unite for the 'better good', and yet also band against each other, for the 'better good'. Just like how it purges itself of such immoral values, and "purifies" itself. It enters a cycle once again, again and again. Seemingly like a roach, an undying insect, an immortal that plunges their way through death, and makes everything so laughable at their pace. Yet, as the streets are slowly livening up, and when the avenues hustle up for the day, when cars pass by their way, and even if the traffic seems to fade, there's still one thing that seems to stay, and that is, humanity's greed.

Today, even wearing my coat seems absurd, surreal might I add. Even after tying up my tie in a Windsor Tie, it feels surreal still. Death is lurking around in the corner, yet it's still far away from reaching me just yet. Nevertheless, that doesn't change the fact that I only have 30 Months. I need to seize everything within that much time. I can only hope that my heart doesn't burst by then. Today, this particular wave of nervousness is hitting me like a truck, because today, is the day everything begins.

— Meanwhile, at a certain inn lodging at Milan —

"So, have you found him yet?", questioned a woman, mid-twenties. A tone of condescension can be felt within her voice, though as if she tries to prove that she's greater than the latter. 'No, not yet. Apologies, Madam "Schlange"', replied by her subordinate.

'Interesting. Someone suddenly leaves a letter at one of my frequented spots, as though it was like an invitation. Is it one of those Narcos wannabe bastards again?', the woman was bothered. The man's work is like that of an amateur, but even the slightest bit of carelessness might bring about one's death. 'Hmmm, for now, I shall go along with this plebian's games. In the meanwhile, find out as much as you can, and be prepared in case of any unexpected events.' 'Yes, Madam.'

As the woman steps out of the building, she heads down towards one of the prepared Limousines for travel. A Rolls Royce Phantom Limousine. She enters the car, as the door closes and snaps, then cozying up the seats, as she instructs her driver to head for the mentioned place in the letter.

'Pasticceria Marchesi, at 5:00 PM sharp. Meet me there, I'll propose a deal you can't deny.'

— H.W.

'Huh, H.W? Howard Walter? Is this his alias?', she chuckled at the thought of it. 'What a funny way of introducing himself.' She glimpses towards the setting sun as she passes through streets, wondering, what might come out of this encounter with an unknown individual. 'Interesting, what could it be, something that I couldn't refuse?'

— Later at 5:00 PM —

The car's wheels came to a halt, the vehicles that were behind it did the same. As the common folk watch in awe with whose car it came from, Schlange's men came out of the vehicles, and stood guard. Her right-hand subordinate went forward and opened the door for her mistress, and out came the "serpent". As Schlange stepped out of the car, towards the meeting place, it felt as if time slowed down for some, as they witnessed a woman of great beauty for the first time, yet without knowing what's underneath. The vixen's steps can be heard miles away, as the fox struts in a leisurely fashion, dressed in a beige Flounce, and a cream-like Draped skirt, coupled with a glossy black Stiletto, and adorned with jewelry, the surroundings all seemed to slow down, and contrast upon this seemingly captivating woman. Walking down the vestibule, leading to the mysterious sender's table, sits a seemingly simple and quiet man, whose eyes shimmer in blue. A poise that of a gentleman's, mannerisms that of a noble, a seemingly lean build, yet a face hideously scarred by what seems to be a blade. After adjusting his glasses, he takes a sip of his espresso, and lays it down the saucer with care. She knew it was him, instinctively. The customers are curious about what is happening, but they are all escorted out by the guards under the pretext that, the "café is reserved for the day".

Schlange takes a seat right in front of him, and doesn't beat around the bush. 'So, who are you? H.W? Tell me, what is it that you can offer me? One that I can't resist?', and after a bit of silence, the man speaks and looks her right in the eyes and replies; 'Power'. The young lady was offended at this reply, she was fuming with anger, because she had to come all the way just to hear such a reply. However, she kept herself composed, and scoffed at the ridiculous statement instead. 'What can I give you in exchange for you, giving me "Power" then? Missiles? Heads of politicians? Hitmen? Money? What is it?' she asked.

The man replied; 'A chance, to earn the biggest reward you can possibly earn in your life.', with cold eyes, he gazed at the serpent. After hearing this, Schlange bursts out into laughter, possibly after hearing the most nonsensical thing she has heard in her entire life. With irritation, she grabs him by the collar, and asks; 'You think this is a joke? I've been playing around with money far longer in my life, than you could ever imagine, and you made me come here, just to hear this nonsense?!', she yells at him, and signals her men to kill him, because her time was wasted on this man's stupid cause. But just before the man meets his god, he proposes that same deal again, but this time, he elaborates more.

'I will propose to you that same deal, because I know what kind of person you are. You are conniving, greedy, and heartless, but that's why you fit my plans more than other people I could have picked for this. You've handled far enough money for me to consider you a great financier, and certainly, a great asset for my grand schema.'.

Hearing this, she looks back at him, and tells him to go on with what he's supposed to say.

'Companies you've applied in have significantly had their profits increased by that to 300%, you've become a CPA at the age of 15, an IQ of 167, and you're also well-known in the underground as the "Black Badger". However, what stained your record was a murder case.'

She glares at him, for knowing this much about her.

'You know that it was a set-up, wasn't it? But because you had no proof, you became a sitting duck, and such troubles caught up to you. You served prison time for 4 years, which was supposed to be 25 years through bail. And with that event, it changed you massively.'

She calms down, sits down once more, and tells her subordinates to wait outside.

'You. Who are you, really?', she asked curiously. 'What's your plan? What is this grand reward you're telling me about?'.

'The collapse of Ouroboros as a whole. And restoring our world to what it once was.', said Faust. After hearing this, she glares at him once more, 'Are you fucking crazy? Did you just say that you'll take them down?! What kind of crazy bastard did I just talk to today??', she contemplates after hearing his proposition.

'Are you sure that you can do it? What do you have against them?', Faust flinches, but decides to say it anyway.

'A grudge.'

Silence followed in the air until he speaks again. 'A blood debt. One that will never end unless they meet their end.'

'You're a crazy bastard.', she says. 'But I like that. I will join you, under one condition. We remain equals.'

'Sure. You're an important guest after all.', he replies.

This meeting came to be known as a day in history, one where the world will change, and would be reborn once more. The day the "Inescapable Heavenly Net" is deployed.