Vergil let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his silver hair as he tried to shake off the embarrassnt of the situation. He cast one last glance at the now-closed wooden box before turning to Ada, who seed to savor every second of his discomfort.
"Alright. What did you find? This can't possibly be worse than..." He stopped, refusing to finish the sentence, vaguely gesturing toward the box. Ada rely shrugged with an enigmatic smile and began walking toward the garage.
"You'll see," she replied in a sing-song tone.
Vergil followed her with long strides, still trying to regain his composure. If there was one thing he despised more than being caught off guard, it was being the target of jokes. And considering that both Katharina and Roxanne were involved, he already anticipated the situation wouldn't be simple.
When he entered the garage, the scene before him made him stop in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing. Katharina stood near a motorcycle that looked like it had co straight out of a museum—or an action movie. It was an older model but immaculate, with tallic details that glead under the dim light. Roxanne was crouched beside it, tinkering with sothing in the engine, while Katharina held a leather-bound journal in her hands.
"What is this now?" Vergil asked, crossing his arms as he looked at the trio.
Katharina turned to him with a mischievous smile. "Ah, finally! We've been waiting for you. It seems your mother had more secrets than just fancy lingerie." She gestured toward a half-open box with even more lingerie spilling out.
"She really likes these things," Vergil thought to himself.
Roxanne stood up, wiping her hands on a rag, and motioned toward the bike. "This isn't just a regular motorcycle. Look closer."
Vergil approached cautiously. He leaned in to inspect the vehicle, and that's when he noticed the intricate details etched into the tal: demonic symbols and runes that seed to pulse faintly with energy.
"This is..." he began, but Roxanne cut him off.
"Yes, it seems your mother had more hobbies than we realized. Did you know this is a collector's edition? We found it hidden behind a pile of boxes," Katharina said with a shrug.
Katharina opened the journal she was holding and started flipping through it. "We found this stashed in the seat compartnt. Looks like your mom kept detailed records of so... interesting things here. Notes on portals, familiar summoning rituals, and even diagrams of weapons I've never seen before."
Vergil took the journal from Katharina's hands, flipping through the pages quickly. "Is this really hers?"
"We don't know for sure," Katharina replied. "What we actually found was a na written on the last page: Sepphirothy."
Vergil frowned at the ntion of the na. He flipped through the journal again, this ti stopping at the final pages. His eyes settled on the last one, where, in elegant but intense handwriting, the na "Sepphirothy" was inscribed.
"Sepphirothy?" he repeated, letting the na roll off his tongue as if it weighed heavily in the air. "I've never heard this na before... but there's sothing strange about it."
Katharina smirked, clearly enjoying the mont. "Looks like you didn't know everything about your mother, did you?"
Ada leaned against the wall, watching Vergil's reaction closely. "That na... does it sound familiar to you in any way? Maybe sothing you've heard before but didn't pay attention to?"
Vergil slowly shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the writing. "Not directly. But there's sothing about the feel of this na, like it's tied to sothing very old... or very important."
Roxanne, who had remained quiet until now, finally spoke. "If it's important, the journal might have clues. But if it's sothing your mother wanted to hide, then maybe... it's more dangerous than it seems."
Vergil turned to her, his expression darker. "If my mother thought it necessary to hide this, it ans she didn't want anyone to know. Especially ." He looked back at the journal. "But now I don't have a choice. I need to know what this na ans. I'm going to talk to her."
Katharina chuckled and moved closer to the bike, running her hand along its side. "Well, at least the bike is impressive. If nothing else, you could take it for a spin around the world. Maybe catch soone's eye."
"You two act like children with a new toy. If you're that eager to ride it, just take it out yourselves," Vergil said with a shrug. "I have work to do... and an annoying mother to confront."
Roxanne raised an eyebrow. "And what are you going to do? Point this at her and directly ask if she knows what it ans?"
"If I have to, yes." Vergil closed the journal, running his fingers over its worn leather cover. "But first, I need to find out more about who—or what—this na is."
"Vergil... is that glowing?" Katharina pointed at the journal.
Experience tales at empire
...
In the Lower Realm, specifically within the estate of Sapphire Agares, where construction work was underway, sothing unexpected occurred. An aura, dense and cutting through dinsions, sparked a strange presence that sent a chill through the essence of the primordial demon.
Sapphire was sitting in her quarters, preparing for sleep, clad in nothing but black lingerie, when she felt a shiver. She quickly turned to the window, her bright, lifeless star-like eyes fixing on a distant point in the void where a wave of energy had echoed, almost imperceptible to any other being.
But not to her.
She rose slowly, her movent causing the obsidian floor to tremble lightly. Her long, pale fingers reached out into the air, as if sensing the vibrations of sothing ancient—sothing she hadn't felt in countless ages.
"This is impossible…" she murmured, her voice laced with disbelief.
For a mont, Sapphire remained motionless, analyzing every nuance of the aura that had reached her. It wasn't just powerful—it was familiar. A signature she could never forget, even after eons.
"Branca?..." Sapphire whispered, almost to herself, her expression—always cold and unshakable—twisting into sothing that could only be described as dread. Not fear, but dread.
Without hesitation, Sapphire raised her hand, tracing a circle in the air with her fingers. The space around her distorted, as if reality itself was being torn apart, and in an instant, she vanished, teleporting directly to the human world.
She knew exactly where to go, where to search, where to find it... Of course, she knew everything. The aura was a trail, and the trail... led back to a place she had visited only days before.
"You... I knew it," Sapphire said, her voice sharp as she stared at the woman in front of her, who appeared to have just woken up.
"That foolish boy found my things…" the woman across from her muttered, though with a sly smile spreading across her lips.
User Comments
0 comments from readers