Beazly felt terrified at that moment, and all thoughts of possible betrayal and treachery came on his mind.
He even suspected the truth about the whole organization, All within split seconds!!
But Before he could react, Mephistopheles lets go of his hand...
Shocked and oblivious, he talks inside of his mind.
'Wh...What was that??!!'
He looks towards both the demon and his master...
'Something...Was stolen from me!!
I don't know what it is...I felt that he absorbed something i have...I feel bad!!
I feel like there's void inside me!!!!'
Furiously, he yells.
"WHAT THE HELL YOU JUST DID TO ME??!!"
Mephistopheles does not reply, as his calm collected face returned back...Then Beazly directs the question for the one who he trusts.
"...What is the meaning of this master Heracles??!!"
Heracles. "I am no more your master from now on, if you have any questions or complains.
Ask him!!"
Mephistopheles. "I know that you feel something missing from you.
It is the essence of your memory, which is also the very essence of your powers...
All what you have learned in your life to achieve them, are now under my control!!"
Beazly. "What are you talking about??
I can remember everything clearly..."
"...Focus well, Mr Herald!
I said the essence of your memory, not your memory itself.
But again, even if I had your memory, it will still be intacted to you as long as I don't wish it to cease."
Beazly hardly makes sense of this fuckery, keeps getting angrier by the second...Not just because he's been told he may lose something else beside his powers.
But the fact that he trusted him, and especially trusting Heracles, his master...
Then to be treated this way.
He felt quite a big deal of disrespect and disappointment!
"...What is your purpose from doing that??!!
We haven't agreed on anything like that!!". He asked.
Mephistopheles. "It's alright, Now we have.
I'll have to tell you an important thing before the start of our journey.
If you failed to be worthy of retrieving your powers...
I will destroy every memory that has the slightest relation with them, that means...
The moment you discovered them, the times you used them before, the time you mastered them here and at last, the way you lost them!
Including your best friend, who was killed due to your careless decision..."
The way Mephitsopheles explained the consequences, made it seem as if it was only trivial. That it has no weight whatsoever...To the point where Beazly lost control of his thoughts!!
He was about to break down, it hit a nerve when bringing up Sané...This past few minutes were enough for Beazly to despise the knight demon!!
Heracles. "...You can always say no, but you'll never have a chance of retrieving back your powers.
And all your ties with the Atlantean Organization will be cut.
However, as an appreciation gesture for your time and battle, your memories are your own.
Your tribe will be in constant protection as well."
Again, he has to choose...
Beazly was biting on his teeth and holding his fists so strong he made his hand bleed.
'...He just said to never trust a demon, and then wants me to go on an eternal journey with him!!!
HE'S FUCKING WITH ME!!! AND MASTER HERACLES DOES NOT SAY A DAMN WORD ABOUT IT!!!!
WHY IS THAT???!!!!
DOES HE WANT ME TO AGREE ON THOSE TERMS!!
Is he testing me...my mental toughness!!??
He knows I am in rock bottom, I have never felt so dark in my life.
Me who always looked at the bright sight of things, who thought that the simple choice is most likely the right choice...
He knows it...
But!!!
If that's what he's trying to do...
Then...'
Beazly, no more showed anger and frustration on his face! He looked straight to the eyes of Mephistopheles, and said.
"When are we going to start?"
With a smile, the demon replied.
"Right now, sir!"
And just like that, they were gone...Completely vanished to the unknown, even Heracles does not know where he's going to take him.
Heracles looked up to the sky, as he thought to himself.
'...Am I making another mistake?
Why is it that I feel...Whatever! I can't let such thing sway me from my goal!!'
....
Assyria, in the little town Ayla and her small family were living in.
The news about this impecable holy young woman healer seemed to have exceeded the boundaries of the town itself!!
Whomever was ill or hurt, were in a much better condition after continuously visiting her.
But although she made sure to tell each and every one, to keep it a local matter, since she cannot handle the pressure and responsibility, of the big number of patients she'll recieve if her news reached out beyond the little town she's calmly living in.
There will always be that one case!
That one case when someone does the opposite of what he was told!
Away from the town by 60Kilometers, existed the city of Harran!
One of the major cities of Assyria.
Unlike the poor conditions of Ayla's town, Harran is a true example of the modern world.
A clash of the most succesful men not just in the country, but the whole world!!
One of its tallest most decorated buildings, being the property of the one and only.
Lesflor Haybas!!
One of the world's wealthiest men!!
*In one of its multiple floors*
Someone Knocked on the door and entered the room.
Confidentally walking and taking the seat right in front of the desk.
The desk of Lesflor Haybas.
He was a young man, wearing black sunglasses and modern style suit and trousers. Giving the "my dad is rich" kind of vibes.
He puts one leg on another, and starts the conversation.
"How are you feeling today, father?"
"I'd be better if you were of any help...". Replied carelessly Lesflor, while checking his papers.
The young man smiles ironically, as he was turning his keys with his finger.
"I guess then, that from now on you'll be much better!
I have an interesting information for you."