It was a rare occasion for the Prime Sin of Lust to leave Hosenka. Any that took the time to think of the last time it had happened, they would probably come up empty. Truthfully, the Incubus King actually ‘left’ the town more often than people knew. He was able to travel through interdimensional portals that brought him to meeting areas. He had to use these to meet up with the other Prime Sins, especially when they called for a hasty engagement. But he never let anyone know when that happened save his wife; he didn’t think people would enjoy hearing he l met with the other Prime Sins who were far less courteous than he.
But this day was not one of those days; he had left the town of his own volition and within the view of all his guild members. He had told them it would be a short trip, perhaps a few hours up to a day. They had been concerned of course; their guild master seemed incensed, almost energized, with a strange sense of emotions. He wasn’t his usual bubbly, enjoyable self but rather a stern, focused man of intent. He’d bid them adieu and then made his exit, utilizing one of his portals to take him to Magnolia, the home town of the Fairy Tail guild. A quaint metropolis but far too droll and uptight for his liking. He remembered when the Fairy Tail guild had been a rambunctious, raucous guild full of lively people who held one another as family. They would have protected one another against anyone and anything, even against the whims of the officiating bodies. The problem was… that had actually happened. And after, Fairy Tail had become a stain; a dark blot in the world as it avoided capture and sunk into the cesspool of the wizarding world. They’d risen again but they weren’t as they once were – there was a cold, scarred hardness to their motives and goals.
It was a surprise then to learn that Serilda Sinclair’s beau was one of its members. You see, Ruzatz hadn’t forgotten about the Voidwalker nor their meeting not that long ago. She’d left an impression upon him, especially given that Ozorith had set his sights upon her. The Prime Sin of Wrath was a playful fellow but all his games were full of ill intent. And despite the… awkwardness of the job they had taken part in, Ruzatz was rather fond of the white haired beauty. Something about her was curious and entertaining, like a good friend who differed so much in appeal and taste. But he had sworn to stay away from her, given how he had unfortunately affected her with his magic and how she had reacted to it. So it came as quite a shock when his wife had come home in tears, telling him about the self-same woman that had come seeking answers for her lost husband. He had listened, comforting his bride, as she wove the tale of a vicious, toxic man that had tricked the Voidwalker into thinking he had actually cherished her. It was despicable and ill-worth what Serilda deserved but the man was dead, his payment for his disgusting actions already rendered full. Yet there had been a moment near the end where her former husband had chastised her about her current love, touching upon a painful point. It seemed things were not right between the Voidwalker and her man, enough so that she had been stunned to silence and left before his wife could nary get a word in.
Now that was unacceptable. Ruzatz couldn’t get at the Hugo asshole but he could speak his mind to the man who was now tormenting Serilda’s heart. He’d sent queries, attempting to replicate the little information he had into a living person. It wasn’t hard at all – it seemed Serilda had gained some fame recently among the Magic Council and not just her. It seemed she had a fairly constant partner by the name of Mythal Ragnos. Quite the name on the gentleman but that was nothing at the moment. He gathered as much information as he could to give him a lead and then he was off to Magnolia, intent on giving the man a piece of mind.
It wasn’t hard to find him either – apparently he frequented one of the bars near the edge of Magnolia. As the Prime Sin walked in, he recognized the man immediately, standing at the bar as he awaited his drink. Ruzatz wrestled his anger down into his core and put on his suave outer façade, not wanting to seem like a scorned lover or friend. Mythal himself was in a bit of a depressed daze. Life seemed to be set in a permanent tunnel vision for him, the God Slayer simply existing for the purpose of existing. His emotions had become such a tumultuous ocean inside of him that he had given up trying to paddle for breath and had simply allowed himself to sink and drown. Serilda had… withdrawn from his life lately. They still spoke about business every so often but the warmth that had been between them was muted. He’d tried to find a way to keep their friendship alive and flourishing while pushing back on their unspoken love but it had failed, horribly. At this point, he seemed more than doomed to lose her completely.
It would be better that way, wouldn’t it? She’d be free of him; free of the dangerous situation that was his life and living. She wouldn’t have to suffer his cursed and abhorrent existence and he wouldn’t have to live in constant fear of his emotions. He’d be a terrible lover – constantly at war with himself, incessantly trying to keep her close while simultaneously pushing her away. He’d have driven her to insanity and then rather than having their connection fade, it would shatter and crumble into small, hated pieces. No, this was far better; even if it didn’t feel better. At least this way he could drown in booze again without feeling like a scumbag. The bartender had just finished filling up his glass with the lowest class whiskey he could find when a hand came over and planted itself on his shoulder.
“Hey there buddy! Been a long time!” Ruzatz said, coming into view with a pretty and charming smile.
Mythal blinked in surprise, his mouth slightly agape. Who was this guy? Why was he acting like he knew him? Why the hell was he so goddamned handsome? Fully thought out questions ran through his mind but what actually came out of his mouth was far less processed. “Wha…?”
“It’s been, what, two months? Come on, let’s have a drink!” Ruzatz insisted, his fingers pressing down onto the God Slayer’s shoulder. Mythal was surprised at the strength of the man’s grip; he quite literally had him under lock. Ruzatz looked over the bartender, who was warily looking between the two until the Prime Sin met his gaze. “You mind bringing an extra glass and the whole bottle over the corner booth? I’d greatly appreciate it,” he said, reaching into his pocket with his other hand and extracting a sizable bag of jewel. The bartender nodded excitedly and began gathering everything as Ruzatz forcibly dragged Mythal over to the booth.
The God Slayer was so utterly surprised that he didn’t really have time to fight back. He was pulled over and then tossed into the padded seat like a disposed piece of garbage, pushing himself back up hurriedly as his new ‘friend’ slid into the booth. Mythal’s eyes were narrowed as the man met his gaze for only a moment before tearing it away to look up at the bartender bringing the bottle and glasses over. “Thank you, sir. Please feel free to keep the change in the bag and uh… maybe include your number with the bill,” the Prime Sin, flashing his grin once more and a wink. The heavy blush on the bartender’s face was nearly as red as the Incubus King’s hair and he hurriedly moved back to the bar, neither denying nor accepting the man’s extra objective.
“Now then,” Ruzatz said, turning his golden gaze back to Mythal’s and his softly, pretty features losing their warmth. “Let’s talk, Mythal Ragnos.”
“Who the hell are ya?” The God Slayer hissed at him, his hands tightening into fists beneath the table. “You ain’t a friend of mine – I don’t have friends.”
“Given the way you’ve apparently hurt Serilda Sinclair, you can imagine how unsurprised I am,” Ruzatz said back, his tone even and uncomfortably neutral.
The name sparked more emotion in the God Slayer, his eyes flaring in anger. “Are you the guy?” Mythal asked, his voice menacingly quiet. “Are you… Arthas?” The God Slayer didn’t really want to start a brawl with the man that had been pestering the Voidwalker in the bar but he would. She’d been wary of him, downright uncomfortable with his motions and inhibitions. If this was the asshole, there was no telling just how much jewel Mythal would have to fork over for repairs after he was done.
“Seven Hells, no,” Ruzatz said, gaining a bit of his animated self back as he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Do I see the kind that stalks women and plays mind games with them?”
“You just dragged me to a booth without me givin’ you consent.”
Ruzatz blinked. “Okay, fair. But that was because I’m sure you don’t want me spilling all my anger at you in front of prying eyes. I’m all for a little drama but I’m trying to be a bit respectful here,” Ruzatz explained. He reached out and undid the cap on the bottle, his vision still present and focused on Mythal. But it had wormed into something different now; curiosity had overtaken his annoyance at the moment. “What’s your parentage?”
“Your parents. Family history. Where do you come from?” Ruzatz rephrased the question as he started pouring himself a drink.
“I ain’t gotta tell you nothin’. But you gotta tell me how you know Serilda,” Mythal said, jabbing a finger at him.
The Prime Sin rolled his eyes. “Fine. Quid pro quo then. I’ll tell you how I know Serilda, you tell me about your family. Fair trade?”
“Fine, I don’t got a family, how do you know Serilda?”
Ruzatz chuckled and raised the glass to him. “Clever,” he stated before taking a sip, still studying the God Slayer. As he swallowed and let the lip of the glass drop from his mouth, he suddenly let out a small gasp. “Your magic,” he said, as if he was seeing it right before. “…you’re a Fallen God Slayer.”
Now it was Mythal’s turn to look confused, leaning back in concern.“Who the hell are you?”
Ruzatz snapped, as if something had suddenly just clicked in his mind – and truly it had. “That’s why I met Serilda. She’s connected to you and you’re connected to Faera,” he said absent-mindedly.
Mythal’s eyes widened in horror. “Who the hell ARE YOU?!” He roared, standing up and nearly knocking the table over. His voice echoed throughout the bar, causing everyone in it to suddenly stop talking and look at the two of them.
Ruzatz cocked an eyebrow as he turned his head to meet the collective gaze of the bar, looking concerned at the scene before them. He chuckled. “Isn’t he a pain? Too many drinks in him and he forgets who his boyfriend is,” he said, laughing off the drama. He then delivered a swift and brutal kick to Mythal’s shin, dropping him down onto the seat once more in agony.
And gods, had it hurt! One swift kick and his entire limb felt like it had snapped in two. Mythal reached down to grab it as Ruzatz took another sip of his drink. “Let’s just say Faera and I fall on opposite ends of the spectrum – both in existence and assholery.”
Mythal sat there, staring at him for a long moment as the gears in his head worked. It was several seconds later when they came together and he cocked his head slightly. “So wait…you’re a…?”
“Where there be gods, there be demons,” Ruzatz said softly, swishing his drink around in his glass to aerate it. “Ruzatz. Prime Sin of Lust,” he said, finally formally introducing himself.
“Prime Sin…” Mythal repeated it, leaning back completely in the seat. He stared at the man, taking him in from top to bottom in all his regal but almost comfortable air. Then he snorted. “That’s a stupid title.”
“Oh and ‘Mythal Ragnos’ is better? You sound like a villain from a comic book,” Ruzatz scoffed back, though he couldn’t help the small but impish grin tugging on his mouth.
“How do you know Serilda? She… I don’t see her associating with your kind,” Mythal stated simply.
“First off, racist. Not all demons are the same, you know. Some of them want to cause carnage, drink blood, destroy towns – some of us just want to be left to our own devices and live out our lives. Ones like me actually enjoy humanity and all its splendors. But, to your point,” Ruzatz said, taking another swig before putting the glass down. “I ran into her recently when she was on a job and offered to assist her. See, I’m the guild master of the Lusty Titans…”
“The Lusty Titans? Wha-…?”
“Don’t interrupt. Anyways, we helped arrest some bandits. You see, I was out for a walk because I felt like fate was trying to tell me something, wanted me to do something. So I went out and ran into her.” He paused, eyeing Mythal once more. If the God Slayer was connected to Faera… things were starting to come together for him in his mind. It was suddenly starting to make sense to why things were the way they were between Serilda and Mythal. All that pain he had felt within the Voidwalker, he felt it within the God Slayer as well. He had half a mind to tell him about it… but he couldn’t. It was a law he couldn’t surpass without painting a target on his and his loved one’s backs. As much as he hated it, he needed to keep his knowledge hidden. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t push Mythal in the right direction. “She is in pain and she needs you. Now more than ever.”
Mythal’s eyes snapped wide in concern. “She’s hurt?!”
“Hurting. But I think you know what I mean by that,” Ruzatz explained, cocking his head slightly at the God Slayer. It didn’t take long for Mythal’s mind to work it out and his own façade took on a more somber tone to it as well. “Serilda met with my wife and came about some… upsetting news. I’m not at liberty to say what – it is her news and I won’t go over her head to spread it. But I can tell you that she is in a bad place, a worse place than she was. I came here to punch some sense into you but…” He let out a small sigh. “I can see the situation is far more complicated than I first anticipated.”
Mythal was quiet for a long moment, his eyes having drifted down to stare at the bottle in front of him. Every inclination in him told him to grab it and down it, to simply ignore this demon’s words and drown himself in his sorrows. He’d put her in a bad place and now she’d gotten even worse news? He knew he was the scum of the earth but this was… unforgivable. But against his worse judgement, he spoke up. “Do you know where she is?”
Ruzatz shook his head. “I told you before – I’m not the kind to stalk. I hope she went to her home to shut herself out from the world but I truly have no idea. All I know is you must needs find her and offer her support. Go against your nature and be there for her,” he stressed that last point, jabbing his finger into the table before he leaned back.
Mythal continued to sit for a moment, looking over the Prime Sin. Then slowly he slid out of the booth, pushing himself to his feet. He turned to leave but stopped, his gaze coming back around to Ruzatz. “Why are you doing this?”
Ruzatz craned his head to look up at the God Slayer and sighed through his nostrils. “I like Serilda Sinclair – there is a quiet and authentic warmth that comes from her that very few possess. And because I, too, once faced the daunting task of being in love with someone I felt I shouldn’t have been,” he picked up the glass and swirled it once more. “Best get moving, Mythal. And if I were you, I’d leave this little chat between us for the time. I get the distinct feeling Serilda doesn’t like my kind,” he said with a snorted laugh.
The God Slayer eyed the Prime Sin for only a beat longer before he turned and went towards the door. This had been quite the strange meeting, one that he would talk about for ages after. But it was only one part of the journey that he was about to embark on. Whatever the case was, his concerns and worries about Ruzatz’ and whatever intentions he may have were far less important than Serilda’s health. He’d deal with the Prime Sin later if need be.
Ruzatz watched him go until the door closed behind him. Then he sighed and shook his head. “Faera… Ozorith…” he said quietly to the glass and nothing else. “These are not good signs. Not at all.”
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