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Chapter 6

    Chrissie walked softly along the pier. Her mind wandering to the unsettling events that are unfolding. She noticed her brother's outline in the early dawn light. She almost missed the larger darker form pressed closely to him. It took her a moment to realize they were kissing. She tried to leave unnoticed but a wooden plank creaked loudly under her weight, causing the other two to separate quickly and snap their heads to her direction.

    “HI...” Chrissie grinned.

    The two jerked away quickly.

    “Chrissie.” Chris grinned. He backed away from Allan slightly. Chrissie just grinned at the two of them and backed away herself.

    “H-hey Chris...” Chrissie looked over to her brother, “can we talk?”

    “Sure?” Chris shrugged.

    “I'll see you later.” Allan sighed, turning away.

    “Yeah...see you.” Chris sighed himself as Allan left. He turned to face Chrissie.

    “What do you want?” he growled.

    “I just wanted to inform you that I was going to go and explore that new river near the caverns in a few days. Want to come with me?” Chrissie asked sweetly.

    “I dunno.” Chris sighed.

    "Chris?" Chrissie's face darkened slightly. "Is everything okay?"

    "Yeah..." he responded blankly. She wasn't sure he even heard her.

    "Do you remember any of that conversation you had with Allan just now?"

    Chris' gaze focused slightly. "Y-yeah. I don't exactly remember what we talked about, but I remember feeling an overwhelimg sense of relief and warmth. Then something made me really angry and everything gets fuzzy from there."

    Chrissie backed away slightly.

    “Are you sure about that?”

    Chris blinked in hesitant confusion.

    “Yeah I think so.”

    Chrissie glanced up to her brother's face with worry.

    "will you be all right?"

    Chris looked at her, eyes locking.

    “Probably.”

    Chrissie shifted slightly in some sort of nerves.

    "Okay then, i just wanted to check.” she then added a whisper, “Because your not acting like Chris...”

    "Sorry Sis, did you say something?" Chris looked curiously over at his twin His voice curved down in an unspoken threat.

    Chrissie glanced back up in confusion.

    “W-what...?”

    "You heard me." Chris smiled darkly.

    Chrissie stumbled back. Her sweet, sweet brother stood formidably above her, a stranger to his former self. She hated herself for thinking even for a second that he would hurt her. Even still, he didn't appear to be in the right state of mind at the moment. One look at the animalistic fury in his eyes, and Chrissie turned to run.
    "Where are you going?" Chris demanded, his arm whipping out and grabbing her.

    “Let go Chris!” Chrissie cried out as his grip tightened on her arm.

    "What's the matter, sis? Scared of a little salt water?" He smiled calmly as he dragged her towards the water.

    Chrissie twisted her feet into the wood.

    "NO!" she screamed, "I don't want to go to salt water! It's not my place of being!”

    It was of no use. He dragged her across the wood, leaving deep ruts.

    "CHRIS STOP!"

    It was eerily silent, the only sound that could be heard above Chrissie's struggling and the waves was the moist "plop, plop" of Chris's feet in the water.

    Chrissie yelled a few times more at him.

    The cold salt water lapped at her ankles, her thighs, her chest, he shoulders, but he didn't stop.

    “NIKOLAI!” she cried. His grip suddenly loosened and familiar bright eyes looked at her once again.

    "...Chrissie?"

    It took Chris a few seconds to realize where they were. Utter horror crossed his face as he realized what he was about to do.

    "Chripppppthhh" Chrissie gargled as a wave of water crashed over her head.

    .

    Among the winding halls and sharp, twisted turns, Trandafira stood in front of an empty pedestal. Her emotions were running rampant on the inside though her mask of calm refused to crack. Fear, betrayal and anger rose to the top her consciousness.
"That mother fucker." Trandafira gritted out the words, venom and hatred thick within her voice.

    "He fucking stole it!"

    She stormed out of the barren room. Her rage filling the long halls as she moved swiftly to the council room. The large double doors swing open with a loud clash as they rammed into the marble walls, catching the attention of the only other occupant within the room.
"Dmmitri. Where the fuck is Vlad?"
"Under normal circumstances I would answer promptly but I hesitate now for two reasons. One; I haven't the slightest idea and two; Will you murder him the moment you lay your sight on him?”

    "That depends!" she muttered.

    “I would not suggest that ma'am.”

    “And why the hell would that be?" Trandafira demanded.

    Dmmitri fumbled with his fingers a bit, trying to figure out a explaination.

    A tense silence streched out between them.

    "If you were to kill upon sight, you'd run the chance of not knowing the reasoning behind his actions." Dmmitri broke the tense silence.
"And that, I can sleep peacefully on knowing." Trandafira spat back in her rage.

    "The problem, is that Vlad is a suicidal manic that I need to put down like the dog he is." Trandafira turned sharply intent on leaving the conversation at that. Trandafira stormed down the hallway, ramming into Kristina. Kristina moved slightly, tripping over her feet in the process to move out of Trandafira's path of fury. Regaining herself, she went over to Dmmitri and asked;

    “What's wrong with Trandafira?”

    Dmmitri shrugged slightly.

    “Something about Vlad needing to be put down like a dog?”

    They both turned to look at the angry goddess.

    “What's Vlad gotten himself stuck into now?” they mumble in unison.

    Trandafira stormed down the hallway towards the back exit of the palace, still grumbling about Vlad. She threw the door open angrily, sending a loud bang echoing down the halls. Sherry stood in the middle of the hall.

    “What's cookin' good lookin'?” Sherry smiled.

    “I don't wanna hear ANYTHING from YOU right now.” Trandafira complained, holding her finger up at Sherry, as if to keep the lusty goddess at bay.

    Trandafira stepped aside to get past the sultry goddess, but Sherry stepped in front of her.

    “Hey now, I asked what's cooking.” Sherry laughed, “You're as hot as the lava in Allan's place right now. Oh, I mean that in both ways too.”

    Trandafira sighed begrudgingly.

    “Well if you must know...” Trandafira grumbled, “Vlad stole the equivalent of the holy fucking grail right out from under our noses.”

    “Oh, so he was a shadow?” Sherry laughed. “Since after all, only the shadow knows.”

    “You're humor isn't necessary or welcome at this moment.” Trandafira sighed, rubbing her temples slightly.

    “Well, can't blame me for trying to help you loosen up a little. Shadows know your asshole needs it.” Sherry smiled, then said, “Insert vulgar humor here. Eh, Trandafira?” Sherry laughed, nudging Trandafira's shoulder.

    Trandafira cracked a smile.

    “AHHA!” Sherry yelled, “You're not totally all professional, I knew you were capable of smiling.”

    The smile vanished immediately after Sherry made the remark.

    "Ah, come you look ten times better with a smile." Sherry said.

    “Yes, well you are acutely aware of what happens when I..." Trandafira started, but abruptly stopped the thought. “Never mind that smile. Stop this foolishness, I need to get back on track and find your brother.”

    “Well fuck, what's the asshole done this time?” Sherry sighed, shaking her head.

    “I just told you, he basically stole something that was needed to stop Nikolai.” Trandafira sighed once more.

    “Oh yeah, the holy grail thingy.” Sherry remembered, “Want me to get started on everyone's eulogies?”

    “Don't be ridiculous.” Trandafira huffed. “You only need to write one.”

    “Dang it, I was looking forward to sharing all the dirt I got on people.” Sherry sighed, putting her hand to her forehead in feign drama.

    "Of course you were. Sherry, I don't have time for your games. I really must head out to look for him." Trandafira said, moving past Sherry.

    Sherry immediately grabbed Trandafira's forearm. "Unless he wants to be found, you won't find him, unless you know a certain someone."

    .

    Vlad was cackling in the shadows as Gantulga rolled his eyes at the giddy god.

    “Why are you bugging me once more?” Gantulga asked Vlad.

    "Your plan worked. That's why I'm here and laughing dumbass." Vlad said to the archivist.

    “Great!" Gantulga's voice raised in fake enthusiasm before dropping to monotone. "Now leave."

    "Why would I leave when this is getting fun?" Vlad taunted.

    "No. Seriously, I don't like you. Get out." Gantulga huffed as he turned to face the ancient god.

    "Don't be such an asshole, Gantulga. At least Neerma won't learn about-"

    "Don't you have an ocean god's life to destroy?" Gantulga gritted out through his teeth.

    Vlad stopped for a moment before smiling at the younger god.

    "Why of course I have things to do, but messing with you is much more fun." Vlad smiled broadly, letting his teeth shine through the dark.

    Gantulga frowned at the cheshire grin.

    “Vlad, your shenanigans are a constant hindrance to everyone's progress, especially mine.” Gantulga sighed, looking up to the elder, “Right now I'm working on reorganizing the archives due to a recent intake of mortal knowledge, please don't disturb me and my work. If you do not cease pestering me soon, it may accidentally become commonplace knowledge of how much of an intolerable ass you are.”

    "You mean its not common knowledge already?" Vlad laughed.

    Gantulga sent Vlad a glare and sighed, retreating back to the books.

    “Fine, fine, you don't have to be so stingy about it.”

    Vlad waved dismissing the war god's growing temper.

    "Anyway, That's all I came to gloat about so, I'll be seeing ya." With that Vlad disappeared into a puff of smoke.
"Finally some peace and quiet." Gantulga sighed, going back to his papers.

    "Gantulga!" A woman shouted as his door slammed open.

    "God fucking damn it." Gantugla banged his head against the open records book in front of him.

Description
Chapter 6

    Chrissie walked softly along the pier. Her mind wandering to the unsettling events that are unfolding. She noticed her brother's outline in the early dawn light. She almost missed the larger darker form pressed closely to him. It took her a moment to realize they were kissing. She tried to leave unnoticed but a wooden plank creaked loudly under her weight, causing the other two to separate quickly and snap their heads to her direction.

    “HI...” Chrissie grinned.

    The two jerked away quickly.

    “Chrissie.” Chris grinned. He backed away from Allan slightly. Chrissie just grinned at the two of them and backed away herself.

    “H-hey Chris...” Chrissie looked over to her brother, “can we talk?”

    “Sure?” Chris shrugged.

    “I'll see you later.” Allan sighed, turning away.

    “Yeah...see you.” Chris sighed himself as Allan left. He turned to face Chrissie.

    “What do you want?” he growled.

    “I just wanted to inform you that I was going to go and explore that new river near the caverns in a few days. Want to come with me?” Chrissie asked sweetly.

    “I dunno.” Chris sighed.

    "Chris?" Chrissie's face darkened slightly. "Is everything okay?"

    "Yeah..." he responded blankly. She wasn't sure he even heard her.

    "Do you remember any of that conversation you had with Allan just now?"

    Chris' gaze focused slightly. "Y-yeah. I don't exactly remember what we talked about, but I remember feeling an overwhelimg sense of relief and warmth. Then something made me really angry and everything gets fuzzy from there."

    Chrissie backed away slightly.

    “Are you sure about that?”

    Chris blinked in hesitant confusion.

    “Yeah I think so.”

    Chrissie glanced up to her brother's face with worry.

    "will you be all right?"

    Chris looked at her, eyes locking.

    “Probably.”

    Chrissie shifted slightly in some sort of nerves.

    "Okay then, i just wanted to check.” she then added a whisper, “Because your not acting like Chris...”

    "Sorry Sis, did you say something?" Chris looked curiously over at his twin His voice curved down in an unspoken threat.

    Chrissie glanced back up in confusion.

    “W-what...?”

    "You heard me." Chris smiled darkly.

    Chrissie stumbled back. Her sweet, sweet brother stood formidably above her, a stranger to his former self. She hated herself for thinking even for a second that he would hurt her. Even still, he didn't appear to be in the right state of mind at the moment. One look at the animalistic fury in his eyes, and Chrissie turned to run.
    "Where are you going?" Chris demanded, his arm whipping out and grabbing her.

    “Let go Chris!” Chrissie cried out as his grip tightened on her arm.

    "What's the matter, sis? Scared of a little salt water?" He smiled calmly as he dragged her towards the water.

    Chrissie twisted her feet into the wood.

    "NO!" she screamed, "I don't want to go to salt water! It's not my place of being!”

    It was of no use. He dragged her across the wood, leaving deep ruts.

    "CHRIS STOP!"

    It was eerily silent, the only sound that could be heard above Chrissie's struggling and the waves was the moist "plop, plop" of Chris's feet in the water.

    Chrissie yelled a few times more at him.

    The cold salt water lapped at her ankles, her thighs, her chest, he shoulders, but he didn't stop.

    “NIKOLAI!” she cried. His grip suddenly loosened and familiar bright eyes looked at her once again.

    "...Chrissie?"

    It took Chris a few seconds to realize where they were. Utter horror crossed his face as he realized what he was about to do.

    "Chripppppthhh" Chrissie gargled as a wave of water crashed over her head.

    .

    Among the winding halls and sharp, twisted turns, Trandafira stood in front of an empty pedestal. Her emotions were running rampant on the inside though her mask of calm refused to crack. Fear, betrayal and anger rose to the top her consciousness.
"That mother fucker." Trandafira gritted out the words, venom and hatred thick within her voice.

    "He fucking stole it!"

    She stormed out of the barren room. Her rage filling the long halls as she moved swiftly to the council room. The large double doors swing open with a loud clash as they rammed into the marble walls, catching the attention of the only other occupant within the room.
"Dmmitri. Where the fuck is Vlad?"
"Under normal circumstances I would answer promptly but I hesitate now for two reasons. One; I haven't the slightest idea and two; Will you murder him the moment you lay your sight on him?”

    "That depends!" she muttered.

    “I would not suggest that ma'am.”

    “And why the hell would that be?" Trandafira demanded.

    Dmmitri fumbled with his fingers a bit, trying to figure out a explaination.

    A tense silence streched out between them.

    "If you were to kill upon sight, you'd run the chance of not knowing the reasoning behind his actions." Dmmitri broke the tense silence.
"And that, I can sleep peacefully on knowing." Trandafira spat back in her rage.

    "The problem, is that Vlad is a suicidal manic that I need to put down like the dog he is." Trandafira turned sharply intent on leaving the conversation at that. Trandafira stormed down the hallway, ramming into Kristina. Kristina moved slightly, tripping over her feet in the process to move out of Trandafira's path of fury. Regaining herself, she went over to Dmmitri and asked;

    “What's wrong with Trandafira?”

    Dmmitri shrugged slightly.

    “Something about Vlad needing to be put down like a dog?”

    They both turned to look at the angry goddess.

    “What's Vlad gotten himself stuck into now?” they mumble in unison.

    Trandafira stormed down the hallway towards the back exit of the palace, still grumbling about Vlad. She threw the door open angrily, sending a loud bang echoing down the halls. Sherry stood in the middle of the hall.

    “What's cookin' good lookin'?” Sherry smiled.

    “I don't wanna hear ANYTHING from YOU right now.” Trandafira complained, holding her finger up at Sherry, as if to keep the lusty goddess at bay.

    Trandafira stepped aside to get past the sultry goddess, but Sherry stepped in front of her.

    “Hey now, I asked what's cooking.” Sherry laughed, “You're as hot as the lava in Allan's place right now. Oh, I mean that in both ways too.”

    Trandafira sighed begrudgingly.

    “Well if you must know...” Trandafira grumbled, “Vlad stole the equivalent of the holy fucking grail right out from under our noses.”

    “Oh, so he was a shadow?” Sherry laughed. “Since after all, only the shadow knows.”

    “You're humor isn't necessary or welcome at this moment.” Trandafira sighed, rubbing her temples slightly.

    “Well, can't blame me for trying to help you loosen up a little. Shadows know your asshole needs it.” Sherry smiled, then said, “Insert vulgar humor here. Eh, Trandafira?” Sherry laughed, nudging Trandafira's shoulder.

    Trandafira cracked a smile.

    “AHHA!” Sherry yelled, “You're not totally all professional, I knew you were capable of smiling.”

    The smile vanished immediately after Sherry made the remark.

    "Ah, come you look ten times better with a smile." Sherry said.

    “Yes, well you are acutely aware of what happens when I..." Trandafira started, but abruptly stopped the thought. “Never mind that smile. Stop this foolishness, I need to get back on track and find your brother.”

    “Well fuck, what's the asshole done this time?” Sherry sighed, shaking her head.

    “I just told you, he basically stole something that was needed to stop Nikolai.” Trandafira sighed once more.

    “Oh yeah, the holy grail thingy.” Sherry remembered, “Want me to get started on everyone's eulogies?”

    “Don't be ridiculous.” Trandafira huffed. “You only need to write one.”

    “Dang it, I was looking forward to sharing all the dirt I got on people.” Sherry sighed, putting her hand to her forehead in feign drama.

    "Of course you were. Sherry, I don't have time for your games. I really must head out to look for him." Trandafira said, moving past Sherry.

    Sherry immediately grabbed Trandafira's forearm. "Unless he wants to be found, you won't find him, unless you know a certain someone."

    .

    Vlad was cackling in the shadows as Gantulga rolled his eyes at the giddy god.

    “Why are you bugging me once more?” Gantulga asked Vlad.

    "Your plan worked. That's why I'm here and laughing dumbass." Vlad said to the archivist.

    “Great!" Gantulga's voice raised in fake enthusiasm before dropping to monotone. "Now leave."

    "Why would I leave when this is getting fun?" Vlad taunted.

    "No. Seriously, I don't like you. Get out." Gantulga huffed as he turned to face the ancient god.

    "Don't be such an asshole, Gantulga. At least Neerma won't learn about-"

    "Don't you have an ocean god's life to destroy?" Gantulga gritted out through his teeth.

    Vlad stopped for a moment before smiling at the younger god.

    "Why of course I have things to do, but messing with you is much more fun." Vlad smiled broadly, letting his teeth shine through the dark.

    Gantulga frowned at the cheshire grin.

    “Vlad, your shenanigans are a constant hindrance to everyone's progress, especially mine.” Gantulga sighed, looking up to the elder, “Right now I'm working on reorganizing the archives due to a recent intake of mortal knowledge, please don't disturb me and my work. If you do not cease pestering me soon, it may accidentally become commonplace knowledge of how much of an intolerable ass you are.”

    "You mean its not common knowledge already?" Vlad laughed.

    Gantulga sent Vlad a glare and sighed, retreating back to the books.

    “Fine, fine, you don't have to be so stingy about it.”

    Vlad waved dismissing the war god's growing temper.

    "Anyway, That's all I came to gloat about so, I'll be seeing ya." With that Vlad disappeared into a puff of smoke.
"Finally some peace and quiet." Gantulga sighed, going back to his papers.

    "Gantulga!" A woman shouted as his door slammed open.

    "God fucking damn it." Gantugla banged his head against the open records book in front of him.