Another Level: The First and The Last

The Reunion

*The story is fictional and not true.*

He gasped for air.
His eyes bloodshot, he swerved his head from left to right, hoping to find anything to calm himself down.
Sweat beaded onto his face.

Grunts and groans left his mouth, as he tries to stretch his arms and legs.
His limbs were sore, and his throat was parched.

Inhale, exhale.

He starts to calmly breathe.
Calm...
Calmly....

Flick

Flick

Like a small spark of fire, everything dissappeared.
From the panicking, to the soreness of his limbs, it all dissapeared.

Who was he again?

His name...

"What was my name....name...?" He ponders, as he chews his lip.

"Ethan.... K.Ethan Mayride. How did I forget that?" He mutters.

K. Ethan Mayride. A man who once used to be the Last Magician, which was stripped away from his title, and was now replaced as the Duke. The Duke of Southern Tartarus.
A fine promotion.
He was stripped off his humanity too.
No, he isn't human anymore. Ever since he had slain the previous Duke, he became something....more.

He is officially now the very creature, that priests try so hard to exorcise.
Nothing has changed from his appearance though.

...Maybe...

A Mage, yes.

A swordsman, yes

A hellish Noble Entity, hell yes.

A scoff resonated in the darkness.
"Morning, Your Highness. Took you long enough."

Ethan glared at the dark.
"How long was I out?" He questions.

"Two days." Daijiro replies. Stepping closer for Ethan to see.
"You now know what you wanted?"

He remembered what he saw.
It was like he was a part of that memory, but at the same time, he wasn't even there.

He now knew who killed his brother.

His family.

Back then, he vowed to kill his brother's killer.

But now, that the truth is out, he was in a battle with himself.

Ethan nodded his head.
"I need to get back up there. I have to get to Peace."

"Duh!"

"...S-should I still use my spells?" Ethan fumbles. Confused, if he has to still use his magic or the Duke's.

Daijiro rolled his eyes.
"You're so soft. Just snap your fingers, then you want it, ya got it." He, himself, snapped his fingers and dissapeared.

Ethan relaxed his breathing.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Calm down.

Ethan disappeared. A small rain of feathers drifted down to where he used to stand a few minutes ago.

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Blake angrily slams the vases to the wall, ceramics shattering.
The room was a mess.

He was a mess.