Regrets.

Apollo and Aella exchanged blows back and forth in the royal throne room. He threw a punch at the side of her face—she dodged it, kicking his leg and pulling him close by his collar. Moloch escaped and reappeared behind his sister, ready to behead her.

Two more pink arms emerged from Raven's back, catching his wrist with one hand and using the other to stab his gut. He coughed up blood. Aella turned around, kicking her brother across the face, and throwing him to the floor.

Standing over her younger brother, Aella pocketed her hands and sighed. "I wish I could understand. Your rebellious phase—I thought it ended when you turned yourself in. Don't tell me that was a ploy too," she said.

Apollo chuckled as blood leaked from his nose. "Of course it was. Means one must endure achieving a necessary end." He pushed himself up, slowly rising. "I believe in the world Atlas Amit envisions."

"Amit's world, huh?" Aella scoffed. "Plan on telling me what that means?"

Moloch giggled, dismissing her query with the wave of his hand. "Of course not!" The aura around him resurfaced again. "Let's continue. Shall we?"

Aella's intrigue was most important. She would sacrifice anything and everything to satiate her curiosity. After all, that was how she came to be one of the King's most trusted subordinates. Nevertheless, one fact remained constant above all else—she never displayed her ability to neither Divine nor his newly-crowned son.

"Area Empowerment—"

Though Apollo used the correct hand sign and technique, the barrier he summoned didn't complete. Instead, Aella extended her hand, grazing her finger along the surface. The domain instantly shattered from within, scattering shards all across the gold-lined throne room floor.

Moloch chuckled. "I forgot about your troublesome technique. Looks like I can't use Flaminia, huh?" he asked.

"I won't let you destroy this world." Raven stepped forward. "Don't make me kill you, brother."

They vanished simultaneously. Amid the word of breakneck speed the sibling Displacements inhabited, their fists collided in a barrage of attacks.

Apollo's punches were infused with destructive Fate capable of toppling an entire skyscraper; each strike he threw generated a shockwave more intense than the last. Anyone else would go deaf without even landing a hit on him.

Aella was different. She was not only deflecting his assault but analyzing his every movement.

'From the right.'

As his fist flew, she weaved her head to the side and struck him in the chest. While he stumbled back, she jumped away. Apollo shook away his disorientation and lunged, swiping at his sister's face with demonic claws.

Raven went on the defense—consistently dodging and weaving her sibling's attacks, easily catching his arm to slam her fist into his throat. She quickly kicked him in the flank and spun around, lunging her other leg into the side of his skull. Moloch's jaw unhinged as he fell, releasing Fate-dragons from his throat that chomped his sister whole.

Aella covered her face once their bodies crashed into her. Once the constructs vanished, her eyes finished widening and her body leaped aside, dodging Apollo's downward dive. His foot was removed from the crater on the floor, brightening his eyes but once to spawn another clone from himself that followed his sister.

'He used another technique!' Raven backhanded the clone's face; it vanished with the wind. 'An illusion?'

Apollo's fist crashed across her face. As blood briefly flew from her lips, her brother advanced, striving to knee her in the chin. Aella kicked him in the face, watching the Displacement fall to the floor—blood leaking from his nose.

Her leg drew back. As her foot descended, her heel smashed open the golden floor, watching Apollo retreat once more. Turning her head, the DIsplacement's pink hair briefly swayed, glaring at her brother with burning eyes. He carelessly wiped the blood from his face while multiple clones emerged from his rear. Raven sucked her teeth.

'So he's planning to overwhelm me by using multiple techniques. The most dangerous thing he's done so far isn't the application of those stolen Powers, but his explosive strikes. Each is imbued with hefty enough Fate to thoroughly damage both the shape of my soul and body. I can't help but feel proud.' Aella stepped forward. 'With this, it's settled.'

The siblings' auras activated simultaneously. Both Aella and Apollo couldn't help but admire the others' aura. The soul's energy, visualized by an inferno blazing around the siblings, was reflected in their vibrant pupils. To any normal Fate-user, it would be colored. Apollo green. Aella pink. But to each other, it was something more than just that. It wasn't just the vibrancy of one's Fate. It was their soul.

'We Displacements are nonlinear beings. A short time ago, we saw nothing but darkness. Now that we've incarnated back into flesh, everything is much clearer—what we wish for and who we are. We inhabitors of Fate's Realm are granted unsurpassable power to aid the Kismet Empire. Or at least… that's what I believe.' Raven sighed, reflecting on her brother's opposing stance. 'But most Displacements aren't like me. What surpasses the horizon of Fate-users, Violators and Displacements alike is… a Disaster akin to a calamity. A full-blown Monster.'

"What is it this man has promised you? If what you desire is what I'm expecting, you can't be serious. Monstrum's resurrection could very well destabilize the entire Empire!" She said.

Apollo snickered. "Do you not remember, dear sister? Those memories which flooded our brains upon incarnating into this world—you received them too, didn't you?"

He took her silence as an affirmation.

"The Disastrous is a demon legend. His power surpasses everyone. If we revived him, the Empire would fall to us. Just as desired." Apollo shrugged with a childish grin.

She aimed her finger like a gun and shot it, releasing Fate bullets from the tip. Moloch blitzed past them in an attempt to strike her face, but his fist fell through when she stepped aside, looking at her brother as he tumbled. She quickly grabbed at his face and threw him back into the air, staring with careless eyes as he fell back onto the floor once more.

Apollo flipped around and jumped up, continuously throwing his emboldened fists at Raven's head. She would constantly move around to dodge his imminent punches—before widening her eyes and spitting up blood once his sharpened fist punctured her open gut. She launched into the ceiling following the strike, tumbling onto the rooftop and leaking blood from her face.

"You haven't even used your Power yet. Get up and invoke it. I want this to be a fair fight—"

Her fist sunk into his cheek and effectively shattered the whole left side of his skull—his blood etching into her fair-skinned knuckles. By the time Apollo flew back, Aella finished vanishing. She reappeared beside him and kicked him in mid-air, throwing him to the other side of the roof. But she was relentless.

Both her speed and power were far superior to what they were minutes prior! Apollo was being thrown at unparalleled wounds and not to mention consistently wounded at the spiritual level. Only after Raven punched her brother into the skies and warped above him did she finally falter, for she teleported into his retaliating fist that split open her skull and sent her falling.

Moloch wiped the blood from his face, hovering in mid-air as he watched his sister descend.

'That barrage of attacks wasn't random. Aella's Predestined Power is 'The Key'. It relies on the ability to see others' souls and reshape them boundlessly. Every single thing in the universe has a 'Key' to them. Aella's technique can touch that Key, or in other words, its soul, and reshape it. Whether it be destructive or restorative, it shouldn't be an issue for her. The same can be said for barriers. That's why she won't be entrapped but either Deployment or Area Empowerment. The only way to slaughter Aella Raven is to surpass her in a battle of speed and crush her head in one blow. It should be easy enough. If her technique wasn't all-powerful, that is.'

Apollo smirked, standing beside her immobile body, both hands pocketed. "Is that all? And here I thought you were supposed to be stronger—"

Her hand grabbed his right arm and applied her spiritual technique, effectively dismembering him; simultaneously kicking him away in the chest... The Displacement rolled back, gazing at the wound his sister left as he landed on his knees. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"No way! I didn't think you'd do something like that!" He smiled. "Looks like Fate-restoration won't do much here. I have to wait for my soul to heal, huh?" Apollo's brown hair flowed with the wind. "Guess that means it's over for me. This is checkmate."

Raven began healing the wound in her skull. After her skin finished regenerating, she stood upright and spat blood out the corner of her mouth, glaring at Apollo.

"You truly have no regrets? Not even for me?" she asked.

Moloch's smirk fell. His head raised. "Hm? For you? Don't make me laugh. What makes you think I still care about our familial bond? It was nothing more than a stepping stone I used to achieve my ends. Amit's vision is the world I believe in. That will never change."

Raven's head lowered. "I see." She wiped her face with her sleeve and sighed. The tearful light in her eyes had all but faded, replaced by nothing but pure darkness.

Her signature's wavelength had decreased. Apollo couldn't believe his eyes. As said earlier, Displacements were nonlinear beings—they had no right to act or feel like humans did. Yet despite that, Raven cried. For the sake of him? Why?

Neither sibling moved from their position. Something stopped him, but what? Why couldn't he move? Just as he attempted to jerk forward, he felt something tug on him.

Apollo turned around with widened eyes, reflecting the unfortunate sight of his sister's childish spiritual form colored pink and holding onto his coat as she stared at the ground. It was like the past returned to him in that instant.

The darkness of their home. For eons, nothing occurred. They couldn't feel, hear, smell—it was only their thoughts. Occasionally, others would hear one another, and they would share conversations only briefly until their souls drifted apart and everyone was alone once more.

He was one of those souls. For some reason, in the form of a child, Apollo's emerald spirit drifted around the nether. The only thoughts streaming through his mind were that of hopelessness and despair. He endlessly longed for the sweet release of death, but it never came. He was but a prisoner to this eternal darkness. Until she came around.

A bright pink light in the form of a young girl appeared over his cradled form and stared down at him, her head tilted.

"Are you okay?"

Apollo's head peeked out from his arms. "H-huh? Who… who are you?" he asked.

"I don't know." The girl looked at her hand, then back at him. "Who are you?"

"Uh… Apollo. At least, I think so."

"Apollo? Is that your 'name'?" She pointed at her chest. "What about me? What is my 'name'?"

Apollo shrugged. "I don't know. Just leave me alone." He buried his head in his arms again and sniffled. "Just leave…"

The young girl stood upright and looked around. Before the starry shapes ingrained into her 'head' that worked as eyes were numerous lights. Each colored something different, resembling someone's distinct shape. Individually, their souls were wondrous, but together, it was like an inimitable painting.

The tortured souls of the damned are locked away in blackness forever, glistening their souls and crying for help. She didn't understand. So, the girl looked down at Apollo, then back at the surrounding souls. Everyone was gradually floating away from one another. But why? Was that their desire? To be away from others?

Upon examining the rest of her glowing body, she found herself to be the same as the others. But if that were true, why wasn't she floating away? Why was she idle amid the darkness and standing beside this boy named

Apollo? Perhaps she was special. So, despite his wishes, she sat beside the boy and stared at him, hovering her hand above him before slowly stroking the top of his head with the tip of her fingers.

It felt good. It felt real. Apollo looked up from his arms and into Raven's eyes, enchanted by the sparkle her eyes brightly released.

"I will stay beside you. Please enlighten me. What do you remember, Apollo?"

Though he was hesitant at first, something about her compelled him. The despair he'd experienced had all but faded—replaced by nothing but admiration for the girl before him and her bright pink form. Before the boy knew it, his lips finished parting. The contents of his mind locked behind his soul spilled into reality and entered her ears. Everything he'd thought, remembered or theorized, he told her.

Raven smiled and tilted her head.

'Thank you…'

But that was the past. Apollo's former happiness as but a spirit in the darkness was irrelevant now. He shook his head and returned to the present, glaring at Aella in front of him on the castle rooftop.

"No regrets." Moloch raised his hand. "Not a single one," he said, aiming it at her chest.

"I see."

Apollo blasted a bolt from his open palm. As it swiftly dove through the air, time seemingly slowed, for both Moloch and Raven. In her final movements, the extent of her life flashed before her eyes, filling her with enough resolve to summon a portal behind her as Atlas's voice resounded through the night.

'Unbridled Chaos.'

Trivia: Fate's Realm, the Displacements' home dimension, is essentially a world of darkness surrounded by nothing but Fate. In space, that energy is akin to plasma within a nebula or stars, but because the souls have non corporeal forms resembling humans, they absorb that energy and have a colorful glow. Eros and Divine Barron freed the Displacements in 1994, immediately granting them granting physical forms upon incarnating into the real world.