Velma took a sip of her tea. Normally she preferred so sugar or honey in it, but felt that it might be awkward to ask for so, so she gently placed the cup back.
"I have a friend," she began. "He's a good fellow. Loyal and trustworthy. A little odd at tis, but who isn't? So ti ago, he ca to and a few others asking for help with a delicate situation. Although right now it seems like the situation is under control, I don't know why, when I heard about his problems, I couldn't help but think that if this wasn't handled well, that he may end up joining your family."
Aslan, who had been smiling softly up until, suddenly frowned. His light and easy deanor suddenly changed, and a certain heaviness filled the room.
"What's the situation?" he asked.
"His sisters have been targeted by a terrorist organization. Although for now it seems like one of them has been saved, based on what we know, it is unlikely that the terrorists will leave it at that. They surely have an agenda. My friend thinks that they're baiting him into reacting. The thing is, neither will they leave him alone, and nor will he let the terrorists get away with targeting his family to begin with. A clash is inevitable."
Up until now, Velma refrained from ntioning details because she did not want to use sympathy to get Aslan's help.
"I am not here to ask you for your help," she clarified. "I just couldn't help but think, when I heard about all this, that if you knew about this you wouldn't ignore it. After all, like I said, my friend is a good guy. He has actually walked through fire and fury to aid his friends. If soone like him were to suffer a tragedy… Well, you can guess where I'm going with this."
Aslan closed his eyes for a mont. He closed his eyes and rembered those dark days, when all around him was only hopelessness and desperation. What he wouldn't have given to receive only a hint of help back in those days. A single helping hand. The slightest nudge. A guiding word.
No, it wasn't until after he had lost everything that he discovered the Deathsworn family, who accepted him as his own. He had taken that oath to fight an impossible enemy unto death, but unlike most who joined his family, he actually ca out of his fight alive.
He had faced his demons, and won. But victory was empty, for there was no aning left in his life. But if he was going to help, then he first owed a debt to the Deathsworn family.
He looked towards Velma, a slight guilt in his eyes. Before he could even say anything, she understood what he wanted to say, and chuckled.
"Like I said, Aslan Deathsworn. I am not here to ask for your help. I just thought you'd like to know. The Midnight families have been crossed, and neither heaven nor hell will be safe until our vengeance is sought. The terrorist organization we are going after are suspected to be affiliated with the Fuegan, and are known as Sanguis Pluvia. From what I know, a number of your family mbers have their death-oaths targeting them. If you would like to join us while we get our vengeance, you may."
Aslan looked at Velma with a new understanding, for the forrly delicate and dainty little girl was now overflowing with valor and drive. She had not co to ask for help against a great foe that even his family had not been able to topple, but instead to give them an opportunity to join if they wished while her own family fought against them.
Deep emotions flashed through Aslan Deathsworn's eyes. Very few knew his na, for he left no legends behind. If any, beside his own family, knew of him, then it would be from the Midnight Registry, where Aslan had once ranked fifth on top. That is because he had achieved sothing truly extraordinary.
As a human with no backing and no support, he had risen to the rank of Heavenly immortal, and even reached its peak. But that was not enough to put his na near the top of the registry.
Waging a war against an impossible enemy, alone, and coming out the victor had earned him that right, especially when his enemies had been Celestials - not the cultivation realm, but one of the dominant races of the universe.
Aslan leaned forward, and began to discuss a few details with Velma, interested to learn more not only about Lex, but about how they planned to face Sanguis Pluvia.
Simultaneously, across countless star systems in the Origin realm, mbers of the Inn were silently eting hidden and reclusive cultivators who wielded great power and authority. Unknown and unseen to the forces at large, an invisible thread began to connect powers that should have had no interaction ever. Nas that had been forgotten in history, or had never been known to begin with, were quietly called upon by the various forces of the Midnight Inn.
The only thing that connected all these forces was that, at one point or another, they had visited the Midnight Inn, and the Midnight newsroom had collected information about them. Lawful and aboveboard organizations made deals within lavish eting rooms. Dark and dingy corners of the most forsaken lands in the realm witnessed an understanding between unlikely allies. Even deities were not spared from the temptations the Inn offered, as no place else could so readily provide fruits containing divinity. At the sa ti devils, who were known across the universe for their ability to offer a tempting and irresistible deal to their targets, beca targets themselves when they were presented with offers they simply could not refuse.
Amidst the chaos that the realm was embroiled in, no one noticed the shift taking place.
While all of these deals were being struck, allies being contacted and leads being followed, Luthor and John entered a particularly notorious building, the existence of which was famous across the realm.
Powell smiled at the two new guests.
"How can I help you gentlen?"
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