"Pesky exorcists, they got what was coming for them!" The fleeing demon commented amidst a wild cackle Outside it's host, It's voice wasn't as demonic as Sebastian had expected. It was almost man like with scaly skin and and reddish black skin. Two immature horns stuck out of its head and it's eyes glowed bright red. It looked multi jointed, and could easily bend itself without fear of breaking any part of itself.It was now free from the posture he had sighted it in seconds ago, and made a quick leap towards the only visible exit out of the room. It was taller and bigger in size too, almost reaching the same height as his master, Marcelo Quinn Giving into his rage, Sebastian felt an ominous pulsation ripple through his veins, at this point he felt as though he was capable of doing anything. There was this innate knowledge about every existence that he had no idea how he had acquired. This knowledge was still strange to him, but it didn't matter as long as he was able to use them to
"I still don't remember. Who are you again?" Sebastian repeated while taking calculated backward steps away from the boy in front of him. "Benjamin Freckles, remember? From the orphanage." The boy in question answered. "The orphanage...." Sebastian drawled while his mind wandered off into a deep thought. He remembered moving to an orphanage after the death of his parents, but that was it. He had no memory of his time and stay in the orphanage, perhaps that is why he cannot remember this Benjamin Freckles. "Don't worry about It, let's get out of this place first." "I have to go back and apologize to them." Sebastian suggested. "Apologise for what?" Benjamin queried. He took few steps forward, but ceased when he noticed Sebastian taking steps backwards as well. "I understand that they're your friends, but you cannot go back there. They think you're cursed." He reminded. "It doesn't matter what they think, the obvious reality is that I'm not cursed." Sebastian argued."I'm not so s
"So you've decided to pay your old man a visit Marcelo, what could the problem be this time?" A man in his mid fifties asked. He had a cup of coffee in his right hand, while the left one made its way to his unwrinkled face to adjust his annular spectacles. "Are you implying that I only ever visit when there's trouble?" Marcelo returned as he made his way towards the table to join his father. lowering down the cup, Immanuel turned to face his son before replying. "I only speak out of experience." "How are you father?" Marcelo asked, ignoring the earlier remark and trying not to be guilty of his actions. "How have you and mother been fairing?""You know exactly how we're doing. There's no rest for those who are involved with the Quinn family." Immanuel cleared his throat and leaned forward on the table. "I'm guessing their the reason for your visit, no?" "Unfortunately, yes." Marcelo confirmed. "The Quinns are growing stronger than expected. If they aren't put down quickly, things m
"What do you know about the Quinns?" The question was unexpected, and the surprise was evident on his face. "The Quinns? Who are they?" Sebastian cast the boy a condescending stare before walking out of the café. "So you have no idea who the Quinns are?" He asked, his judging pupils fixated on those of the confused Benjamin's."I have no idea who they are. I've barely spent a month in this town." Benjamin revealed with a shrug."How did you find me them? How did you know I was at the church?" He noticed the light in Benjamin's eyes dim a little, he was hiding something. "I've been watching you for a while now." Benjamin confessed. "Honestly I was skeptical about everything until the funeral. I saw what you could do, and your teammates as well.""And...""I knew that if I wanted to escape my pursuers then I'd have to become familiar with people like me. I'd love to be part of the....""Anti-Quinns." Sebastian completed. "So the orphanage story was just a cooked up lie to get closer
For several moments a tense silence ruled over the entire area, one broken only by another question from Marcelo. "The Dark Knights? Where exactly is this boy from?" Sebastian couldn't tell if Marcelo was surprised or annoyed, he has never been good at reading his master. But now he felt even more confused. "He said we both came from an orphanage owned by the church. According to him we were experimented on, and that's how we're able to do things regular humans can't." Sebastian blurted out hastily. This was more of an interrogation rather than the normal questioning he always got from Marcelo. "Is there something wrong Marcelo?" Rebecca asked. She could sense some sort of unease from him, and it had all started after Sebastian mentioned the dark knights. Something was definitely up with those people, and Marcelo knew something about it. "Could you restrain him, if you don't mind." He requested and Rebecca nodded affirmatively before leaving to find the needed equipments. "I'm s
Benjamin tried moving but failed. He'd just opened his eyes, and his reflexes had immediately kicked in. He remembered getting blitzed by the supposed Marcelo Quinn, and his defences were still up. After regaining himself fully, Benjamin only came to realise that he's been bound up to a chair. He struggled for a while, but it was futile. Whoever tied him to this chair clearly was talented at the art. A quick look from the window informed him that it was nighttime, he has been unconscious for hours now. "You're awake." A familiar voice called out. Marcelo Quinn had been sitting right beside him this whole time and he hadn't even realised it. "I'm not from the Quinns I swear." Benjamin blurted out almost immediately. It was the first thing Sebastian had informed him to do once Marcelo began questioning him."So you know about the Quinns huh. Just how much do you know about them?""I know nothing about them I swear. I'm only saying what Sebastian said I should." Marcelo rolled his eye
Francis and Marcelo walked side by side as they made their way towards the meeting room. All members of the Anti-Quinns have been summoned and all members were expected to be present. He couldn't remember when last a meeting had sounded as urgent as it did right now, and that was why everyone seemed tensed. Sebastian couldn't think straight, not only was the seriousness of this meeting giving him anxiety, the thought of leaving Benjamin all by himself was making matters worse. He was at the verge of losing his mind."Are you okay? You look as pale as a ghost" Jerome commented as they made their entrance into the hall. Everyone except Marcelo, was already seated and they were as serious as ever. Sebastian ignored Jerome's remarks and proceeded to take a seat where he considered comfortable. He was the least ranked member here and that reality made him extra cautious anytime he was around these people. "I'm not gonna waste your time, the earlier I get this information to you guys t
"what?! Why?" Sebastian questioned. He couldn't hide his fear anymore, and for a while his respect for Marcelo had vanished. "You're not planning on getting your precious son killed, are you?" Edward questioned from the side. Sebastian hated to admit it, but he was on Edward's side on this matter. What could be possibly accomplish by following Evelyn to go hunt the Dark Knights. "He's not going to get killed. You want to learn more about yourself right, maybe encountering those people would help trigger your memories." Marcelo clarified. He wanted to remember his past, but not through a means that could end him. He could refuse right? It wasn't an order right?"I don't think I want to go with her, I barely know who she is. And I don't want to follow a stranger to the outskirts of town. " Sebastian opposed. "She's a former member of the Dark Knights. She's just like Benjamin just a little more experienced. She only joined us to take down the Quinns, but she also has a grudge agains