Sora: Madame Veronica, the task is finish like you ordered. Veronica: Oh it’s finish?! You worked fast. Did any of them escape? Sora: No, all sixty-five butlers and maids are K.I.A. No, survivors, not a single soul remain, ma'am. Veronica: Outstanding. Those peons can rot in hell, where they truly belong. They should be honored to draw breath in the same air as us.

Veronica: Did DJ, come yet? She’s most likely at home but if she comes, spare her. I enjoy her insight about politics, and she was thinking about resigning after this month, I then gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I’m making her my personal attendant, after one year of paid leave.

Sora: Señorita...your orders...were to kill everybody, no witnesses. Veronica: Lo siento, I was so impatient to get rid of that old fossil. So I forgot to mention her name. But it’s all good. Once she comes in, tell her that mercenaries came in and killed the staff, but the staff was able to fend them off, but it all cost them, their lives.

Sora: I...killed. Madame sighs. Veronica: Por favor, speak up Blue! You know I hate it when you mumble! Sora: I killed her! Like you said! No witnesses. Only a little bit of a mess. Sixty-five people are dead! Veronica: Oh, Dios mio! You exceeded my expectations. You did too good of a job, hijo. I will call this in within the hour. Make sure there’s no damning evidence. And don’t worry about the cams, they’ve been disabled two days, now. Get to it.

I took off Sathona, and I instantly collapsed down. I broke down crying, and I sat there looking at all the destruction I caused. I placed Sathona on the top stair next to me. All of the sudden I see my hands drenched in blood and I try to burn it, freeze it, wash it with water, and finally trying to blow it away but it was all in vain. Then I heard gravel moving around. I looked up and it was DJ, getting up. I instantly put on Sathona again. DJ is drenched in her blood. She walked all the way over to me. She placed her right hand that covered with blood on my mask, then she fell into my arms. DJ: Why? Sora: I was ordered to.

DJ: Why?! Sora: Veronica, told me no witnesses. She wants the queen’s favor. DJ: Why did you kill me and my baby girl?! Sora: I didn’t want to. DJ: But you did! Sora: I didn’t want to! She placed her hand on my mask crushes it, then she instantly turns into a dark lavender anaconda, and wraps around me from the neck down. Sora: Rin...help! A white tiger appeared on the bottom step and charged at me and gently places it's paw on my forehead. The anaconda is gone. And DJ’s body remained at the same place where she was killed. Then unexpectedly I feel a hand on the back of my head, holding it in place. The white tiger went back to the bottom of the stairs and went into a resting position.

Rin: I told you can’t control your dark magic. If you can’t control your own, what makes you think, you can control my darkness? Look at you, pathetic. Sora: I got it done. I had control of it. When I was completing my task. Rin: Remember this, when you have dark magic, you can never let your guard down. It will consume at the level you’re at. You’re still too weak, the amount of time you put in, means nothing if you’re not an S-rank mage yet. You’re still a triple-A mage. Sora: I need a favor.

Rin: Asking me a favor?! How do I benefit from this? I’m not your friend. Sora: Erase my memory of this night. I don’t want any memory of this night happening. Rin: I’ll do that because? Sora: You won’t be annoyed by my own darkness trying to kill me. And I will be an S-rank by November. You need me alive, until I’m eighteen.

Rin: I can always go earlier. Sora: But you don’t want to risk having my body expire on you before it’s ready. Rin: Fine, but I can’t erase your memory. Sora: Why not?! Rin: Massacring sixty-five people. It’s a part of you and your body knows the experience. But what I can do is make you forget. The difference between erasing and forgetting is erasing, it never happened. Forgetting, it did happen, but you can’t recall it unless someone hits a trigger that makes recall that memory.

Sora: Then make me forget. Rin: Here’s the catch, using your sacred treasures will make you remember. And second, you know that Artoria, Jakari, Ali, Galawnee, Edwin, Saja will ask about your sacred treasures. So, you can’t communicate with them. Sora: Will I be able to talk to Brok? He’s not familiar. Rin: Just keep him entertained. And you should be able to avoid remembering at least five to seven years. If unlucky four or fewer years and it might pop up randomly.

Sora: Make it happen. But what about the bodies? Rin: I’ll just plant false memories. As long you don’t question your memories, then you’ll be fine. Anything else? Sora: I guess not. Do you think I should retain my memory? Rin: Kid, I don’t give a fuck. Sora: Come on be serious! Rin: Don’t give a fuck. Sora: Just give me your perspective on this? Rin: A warrior should keep all of their memories. Imagine someone killing you, then they use magic to forget all about it. Sora: But the dead have no feelings. Rin: The majority of the time you’re right, but what they stood for, will carry on. Always respect the dead. Conversation over. The white tiger got up from its resting position and went up the stairs and pressed its paw on my chest, then it proceeded to place its paw on the top of my forehead.

Back To Present Day...

I woke up, got up and I’m inside of a spinning dark lavender and black dome with a booming thunderstorm. I turn around and dark misted ghostly figure Jacob and Valencia, Justin, Deshon, Deshon, De’Niro, Peyton, Brianna, Benson, Valdis. Most of them looked like they’ve seen something odious. Valencia, Valdis, Benson seemed unbothered by anything.

Jacob: There you go! They saw what you really were! The ugly beautiful truth! You murdered innocent people that did nothing wrong! You could’ve easily killed Veronica and made this world a better place. But no you would rather leave...and let that piling piece of filth live and not one of us good Samaritans?! Now that the truth is out, every knows what you really are. Your memories are back! There’s no where you can hide, Sora! You can try and try to put distance between you and truth as you like, but it changes nothing, this little team saw your reprehensible actions! You can always pretend to be everything that you’re not, the embodiment of high morals and values, an actual friend...a hero! But there’s one unavoidable fact that you will never escape: You cannot change, you will always be...a monster. Sora: I know. I turn around, and it was the new Homura with a white hilt inside of its wooden beige scabbard.

Homura! Come to me. If you forgive me, for my neglect.

Homura melted the snow around it and arrived right in front of me. Sora: And you will always be dead. I grabbed Homura and Rosé flames surrounded the sword. I drew it from its scabbard and exposed it’s jet black blade. I walked over to Jacob and horizontally sliced his ghostly body in half and Jacob entirely disappeared. Justin: What the actual fuck?! De” Niro: You... Peyton: You killed all of them. You have no heart! Benson: I can’t believe that Veronica...all of these years. I never thought she could be so vile, and she planned all of that. Deshon: You belong in prison! Justin: My nigga, you belong in a mental institute! Brianna: Benson, does Sophia know about this? Benson: I pretty sure she doesn’t.

Peyton: We have to tell her and the proper authorities. Sora, you belong behind bars in the most secured prison! Valdis: Then arrest me as well. I’ve killed more than him. Valencia: There’s no point to reason with her. They already made their minds up. Sora: Death Magic: Death’s Binding Contract. Skull tattoos appeared on everyone’s forehead but Valencia for some reason. Justin: What the fuck, bro!? You’re killing us!? Deshon: I’ll stop him! I summoned seven dark lavender and black shadowy hands from my back. I grabbed everyone’s midsection except for Valencia.

Sora: Those who retell what they saw in my past to other people outside of the people you see before you right now, shall die instantly. If ya’ll hint at the night of the Accordia massacre y'all will die. If someone indirectly hears about you talking about that night you and that person will die, unless it’s one of my exceptions. If someone tries to probe your memory of that night, you will die along with that person. Talking about the massacre, acting like you have insider knowledge you will die. If you write it down, you die along with your family. Death’s contract is finish. Everybody’s skull tattoos disappeared.

Justin: What the fuck did you do?! Sora: Roar, Homura! Flames combusted all around Homura. I thrust Homura into the snow and the dome above us disappeared while the snow melted around it melted. Sophia: Oi! Sophia has a blue & black plastic doughnut box with Sophia kissing a glazed doughnut on the wooden cabin’s roof with my familiars and Brok. Brok: There you go, Pisspot!