Ontos

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Leneas learned an important lesson today. When travelling into the past, he had to differentiate between the types of knowledge he knew from his future exploits and tragedies. This was something he was not supposed to know, and he definitely screwed up by blurting it out loud. Cassarah was on the defensive. Her staff glowed with her signature non-lethal flash spell. "I... I..." Leneas began stumbling over his words, even more so. Cassarah was a fearsome foe, and even as a half-demon, he had trouble matching her in magic. And that was when he was at his peak of his abilities, before the suicide mission. Oh right, his mother! His mother was a fortune teller. Well, she was a hack pretending to be a fortune teller, but he could use her. He sighed audibly and wiped a hint of sweat off his brow, as if he felt a lot safer. "My mother, the fortune teller. Sheera Solomon! She predicted a woman called Cass would see her today! Don't hurt me, please?" said Leneas, before ending his speech in a meek squeak of a sentence. He kept grinning even more nervously, and the sides of his cheeks began to hurt even more.

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Leneas spotted Cassarah from a metaphorical mile away. She conversed with a patrolling guard, and apparently he seemed to be giving her directions. Even without the words, he was pointing towards the seedy shack that his mother called a shop. Sheera Solomon was a shady fortune teller, and his mother. She apparently adventured in the demon lands a long time ago, and spent a few years in a demonic village with her first son. Himself. Fortunately, his demonic traits did not appear until he became 18. Unfortunately, it meant that no one would listen to him and Cassarah until it was too late. "Lee, I'll be back in a moment," Leneas lied. Well, he probably did. A conversation with Cassarah might take some time. Walking briskly to Cassarah, he popped himself in front of her. "Cass!" he cried out, before instantly regretting that outburst. There was no way he would know her name right now. He didn't even see her face in the previous timeline this day. He just started grinning, if only out of nervousness. "Do you... uh... uh... crap... uh..."

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Luca felt elated at the thought. Days where he could sponge off Zhijiru and anyone else were rare, and he would utterly take advantage of that. "Sure! At least the bastard chicken's going to die." Zhijiru was only looking at the surface. A hero would be disguised as a farmer to avoid suspicion, and save the world while in disguise. "She's probably hunting down evil incognito. She only looks like a farmer now, but she's dispensing justice." When his friend mentioned Diesel, he looked around too. Diesel often tried to sniff his groin for one reason or another, and he was sort of glad that Diesel wasn't doing that now. But where was the dog, anyway? "I don't know. Is he pissing on a lamppost?"

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

That woman dressed the part of a farmer, but the way she moved and acted seemed off. If she was going incognito, she was doing a poor job at it, especially the part where she suddenly disappeared into the crowd. Of course, guessing what she was pretending not to be was going to be tricky, but Luca could try. "I bet you your chicken that's a hero or someone, pretending to be a local," Luca commented off-handedly. "Oh, and did you know your tongue's black?" He lied, but maybe it was time to shake up Jiru a bit. Crouching down at the counter, Luca glanced lazily in Jiru's direction. "Looks like you're eating something nice tonight. Or, well, at least, eating." Luca let out a little laugh. Jiru was dirt-poor, and Luca was only averagely poor, but any form of charity from Luca to Jiru seemed wrong. Unless Jiru was in the most dire of circumstances, but he never actually reached that point. Luca couldn't count how many times Jiru almost became too poor to even survive, though. The key word, in this case, was almost.

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Yeah, I'll do that.

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Leneas stared at his left arm. It laid beside the corpse of the Demon King, and he had to turn his head to the right to see it. He had won. They had won. Even though they had lost so much. Cassarah and Raine died together at their last stand upon a bridge against their demonic pursuers. Sam took a fatal hit meant for Leneas, and was irreversibly damaged. Jochi ran out of arrows, and was forced to improvise with melee weapons. Unfortunately, he did not survive. Leneas stared upwards at the Demon King's throne, smiling. Perhaps in his dying moments, he started to see things that weren't there. A glow, coming from the throne. Was it a ball of light, he wondered. He stared at it as it approached him, floating soundlessly in the air. In better days, he would have reacted. He would have asked Cassarah for her opinion, and attempt to analyse it on his own. But in the final minutes of his life, he just closed his eyes. They won. Everything ends. ----- The ground suddenly felt softer. Even a little bit bouncy. Leneas raised an eyebrow even before his eyes opened. A wooden ceiling, soft sheets upon a cosy bed, and... was this his room? In his house? Leneas got up and stared. Dying dreams were getting realistic. Everything was there, in its usual spot. A painting of him and his mother, smiling together hung on the wall. He recalled the day he had to run from his hometown of Arcus. When everyone was dead or dying on the floor from the demons that attacked, snatching this painting from the wall was all he could do. "How cowardly. I think this painting's here just to remind me of my failures," Leneas laughed cruelly at himself. When the demons attacked in proper force, slightly less than 2 years ago, the villages on the border fell like dominoes. Arcus was no different, and even the Duchy of Savoyard fell too quickly. Even a hastily formed alliance between Ishgardia and Loris barely held the line. The door opened, and a young woman looked in. "Brother, why are you crying?" she asked. Brother? The girl standing at the door was Kelli Solomon. His half-sister. Pure human. Her brown hair and blue-eyes matched his own, and most people called them pure siblings at first glance. And she died at Arcus, too. If this was a dying dream, perhaps the last thing Leneas could do was hug his sister. With tears in his eyes, he rushed Kelli and hugged her. She felt real. Everything felt real. Good enough. "Brother?! Brother?!" she yelped, struggling against his tight embrace. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!" She launched her first to his cheek, shattering his grip and toppling him to the floor. Kelli panted for a few moments, before yelling again. "Give me a freakin' warning next time, you crazy bugger!" Kelli stormed off. Leneas held his cheek in his hand. It stung from the punch. Did dreams hurt? Something else felt off too. He reached to his lower back and touched it. The demonic tail, the one he grew when he was 18 years old, was gone. Did he become human? "No." An opportune glance towards a mirror told him everything he needed to know. "I'm 17 again. Did... I... travel into the past?" ----- Standing at the village gate, Leneas stared hard at everyone passing by. "Leneas, you're kind of on guard today? Did something happen?" asked Lee, the other guardsman beside him. Just as young as Leneas, Lee survived Arcus, and he managed to lead a group of survivors all the way from Arcus to Ishgardia before dying of his wounds. Not bad for a lazybum village guard. Leneas never expected that when he saw the badly injured Lee at the gates of Ishgardia, and even knowing the truth did not help the incredulity of the feat. He recalled an off-handed comment of Cassarah. "I went to Arcus once. 3 years ago. I think I saw your face once, Leneas, but I didn't notice you at the time." Cassarah Vincent discovered the prophecy of the Demon King. That a demon, uniting the demons, would lead an invasion at the head of a massive host against the humans. No one believed her at the time, and she was too late, too. A single month after her prophecy, Arcus fell. He needed Cassarah. He loved Cassarah. But he needed Cassarah, more than he loved her. "Jeez, it's going to be awkward," Leneas mumbled to himself.

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Luca sighed, and just walked to Zhijiru's side. 20 silver was too rich for his blood. Zhijiru was definitely overcharging the woman. Perhaps he was really so destitute that he needed every opportunity. "Sure, 20 silver it is, Jiru. Does the lady want to buy?" chirped Luca. He wouldn't get to finish off the chicken himself, but if the pretty woman bought and ate the chicken herself, it was no skin off Luca's back. "The chicken's the finest you could have. In fact, it would be an utter waste for you to just buy and eat it. Give it a command to kill the greatest knights in the land, and it will do its job perfectly." Luca grinned at the woman. He took a moment to whisper into Jiru's ear. "Really, 20 silver? What are friends for?"

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Name: Sam, or Unit 541VI Age: ???? Race: War Machine Appearance:

Sam

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New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Name: Avela Darkeyes Age: 104 Race: Dark Elf Appearance:

Avela Darkeyes

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New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Name: Jochi Borjigin Age: 18 Race: Human Appearance:

Jochi Borjigin

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