Grim..
She remembered the day when she was adopted. She had been happy thinking of wonderful prospects lying ahead but all of this was broken when a kid a few years older than her spoke.
"Know your place pebble."
The words stung her to the point that she wanted to tear that bastard apart but she knew she wasn’t in a position so she lay low until the world gave her a chance.
Every day she had to tolerate crawling under the prideful arrogant bastard. She hated the feeling.
What right does he have to look down on her just because he was born noble?
Just wait you bastard..
Her time will come and for that she needs to lay low.
A chance to get back at her lovely dear brother after he failed in the ritual to get the blessings of War.
After repeated failures he was shaken and during that time she managed to get through the blessings.
The opportunity presented itself so how could she let it go. She used her rise to rub him and brutally tear him apart.
But now the person seems to have changed but it wasn’t shocking.
Dealing with repeated trauma and bullying ,the person was bound to break. The suicide might be an adaptation mechanism to that and his memory loss might be a part of it.
But did this worried her?
Hell no!
Rather it filled her with an unprecedented joy because she can break him again.
She can toy with him once more to her heart’s content.
That was how much she hated him.
"Grim was just a squeezable, daring cockroach who clung to his life."
"He was nothing but a to-Huh?" Meloni’s laughter paused as a menacing look flashed in her eyes.
A gaze locked onto hers stripping away the daze of physical agony to reveal a chilling predatory stillness.
Behind his eyes the confusion of his new reality hardened into an icy singular resolve that felt utterly alien to the broken shell she had once toyed with.
The air between them instantly froze as the helpless confusion vanished from his eyes, replaced by a suffocating lethal pressure.
In that split second the gaze of a traumatized boy was replaced by the hollow calculating stare of a seasoned soldier.
A man who had marched through mountains of corpses and traded in industrial-scale slaughter. The raw condensed killing intent bleeding from his eyes was so sharp it felt like silently promising Meloni that no matter the pain she inflicted now he was already calculating exactly how to end her life.
BANG!
Meloni’s bewildered scream echoed as she kicked the body, sending him flying and he smashed into the walls.
She took a step back in utter horror.
"What..What was that?"
Her entire body trembled. Goosebumps crawling up on her skin sent a dreary chill to her heart.
COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!
Escaped he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked up to stare at Meloni with utmost disgust.
"Kill me.."
"Finish me now or else you will find that even hell is a blessing."
"Bastard!" She took a step forward but Frank stepped between.
"My Lady fighting is something I can overlook but if you really cause an insufferable amount of damage, the situation might get out of control."
"Frank, step aside."
"Sorry Lady, I can’t..I beg you please don’t make things difficult for me."
Meloni sensed Frank’s shadow flickering slightly.
She stared past him towards the figure that was slowly crawling up with disheveled hair but amidst this she noticed a pair of eyes glaring at her and the moment she locked on it she stepped back in taboo fear.
’What’s going on?’
’What is the reason behind the dread?’
’Maybe I am sick? I should rest a bit.’
"Enjoy your days weakling cause next time you won’t be lucky." Saying this she turned around to leave.
Frank walked towards Grim and gave him support.
"Let’s go Young Master..You don’t seem to be in the best of shape."
"Yeah hurry up.."
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CRANG!
A sharp brittle noise erupted as Frank almost threw Grim onto the couch who nearly collapsed with a pale face.
Finding himself in his own place he cursed.
’Fuck that bitch..’
’You really have grown more heart to mess with me.’
Thinking this he paused, spotting Frank who maintained an innocent smile.
’Damn this place! Everyone is looking down on me..I had enough.’
Closing his eyes he immediately came up with a few rough calculations.
’I need to step on Lineage and become an Transcendent!’
’And before that I need subordinates!’
Taking a deep breath he spoke "Frank!"
"Yes Master!"
"I am hungry!"
"I will quickly make arrangements!"
"No!" He cut Frank coldly.
"You don’t need to come, rather send Mina."
Frank paused a bit and bowing down walked back towards the door and then disappeared opening it.
THUD!
"DAMN! Can’t believe this place is so suffocating!"
"This bastard...What have you been doing in the past? It’s not like you are powerless and a trashy bastard but what’s up with this poor relationship with family."
Not knowing much he blamed the predecessors. Still a part of him believed that anyone might lose his senses in this shitty place.
Meloni Wargrave..
A pretty little flower adopted by Duke when Grim was little but this pretty flower seemed to grow poisonous buds that were truly lethal.
A twisted psycho,who though wasn’t the main character was someone who made repeated appearances.
The reason is because of twins.
The Flower And Blade of Wargraves.
Melissa Wargrave and Marcus Wargrave.
He didn’t know about others but these were one main character the protagonist interacted with.
And one who brought them together was the guy he was residing in.
Grim Wargrave..Much of him was unknown except for the fact he was a gambling addict who involved quite a few warfare with gambling bosses.
His ruin started when he gambled Silvia after losing money and at that time came the protagonist.
In the aftermath he would die due to a chandelier falling down atop of him.
Thinking of this he looked up at the swaying chandelier.
"I need to get that shit out there..It’s really giving me the feeling of a sword hanging atop of my head."
If he didn’t die there because of some changes then he would die in the hands of his brother Marcus in War of Heir.
Jealous of Marcus,Grim would take on one of Evil Archaic Lineage Plague where you can just offer your soul for power.
Plague was a Lineage that controlled ruins, decay, malice and suffering and was one of the strongest Lineage.
Gaining power he would come back to challenge Wargrave. His goal wasn’t to inherit but destroy everything of Wargrave.
The challenge was just part of the plan but he was brutally defeated by Marcus and the protagonist combined might.
Generally most people are only able to get minor sigils as a blessing. It was the same for everyone.
To break seals one needs to thrive in an environment required for seal break and for War one needs to be in midst of repeated battle and War.
But during this peaceful era there hadn’t been war and this was the true reason for the downfall of Wargrave but who was the protagonist?
They were trouble magnets. Being with them would surely bring lots of thrill and this boosted their power.
’Tsk...All in all a character set to die in the game has to die but I ain’t in the game.’
It was then the door swung open and the glowing lady from the previous day walked inside carrying a tray.
Bowing she placed it on the table and started laying out the spread.
Grim ran down his eyes observing the figure. With a moment of pause he spoke.
"Your sister, I didn’t kidnap her."
The maid stopped and turned at him with a look of shock.
"What do you mean?" she asked faintly.
"I am talking about Silvia..Isn’t she your sister?"
His words hadn’t even ceased when a gleam flashed and a blade shot out towards the neck with breathtaking speed.