Aethelmaer servants carefully placed Freyja's body in a wooden casket and fastened it with layers of chains, locks before carrying it high up a cliff, way north of the main house. Upon arrival, the servants lined up and bowed before the casket, their hands clasped together. A rune master casted several layers of sealing rune before making his final prayer.
Together, they carried the wooden casket and threw it off the cliff. The casket flew, and hit the surface of the ocean making a loud splash. Soon, the waters calmed down as the body of Celestia's absolute monarch quietly sank deeper and deeper into the waters.
"FREYJA!"
Kirin slammed the doors open. Finally, he found Aneurin, inside one of his most restricted rooms in the mansion. Hysterically, he looked around. He saw a pool of blood on the floor, Freyja's short sword, and on a pedestal, something is covered with a white cloth. Kirin rubbed off the cold sweat on his forehead.
His father sat there, with very little aura left, he could barely stand. "Where is she?" Kirin's chin trembled. "Tell me! Where is Freyja!" Face warped in terror, he grabbed his father by the collar, and violently threw him against a wall. "Where is Freyja! Goddammit!" Kirin shouted like a madman. His brain telling him what had happened, but still refuses to admit it really did. "Freyja! Where are you!?" He ran around the room, searching every nook and corner for the girl. She's not there.
"She's dead." Said Aneurin.
Kirin's tears gushed out. Aneurin never saw Kirin cry no matter how harsh his training was. He never saw him have any kind of emotion. The Kirin in front of him is unknown to him. But for the first time, he conceded. Finally, he admitted that this Kirin is the real Kirin. Like what Freyja vehemently believed, this person is not Lerioge. This is Kirin.
"You're lying!" Kirin growled, rushing to him. With his bare fists, Kirin punched him on the face. He felt his cheekbones crack. "Hurry and give her back!" Kirin cried, giving another punch, and another and another. But no matter how much he hit his father, he won't say a word.
The wind, as if wanting to ease Kirin's pain, blew off the veil on the pedestal. There he saw a severed hand. It was a pale hand, with blisters from fighting so long. Of course he could recognize whose hand that was. Kirin dragged his feet, and touched the hand that has grown stiff and cold. Just a while ago it was warm and soft.
"Lerioge. This is the reality you can never run away from. You and Freyja cannot exist on the same world. That's just how things are." Aneurin forcefully stood up. "Maybe not now, but in time, you will perfectly understand."
Kirin fell awfully quiet.
Pitch black aura started leaking from his body. More and more, his black aura filled the room. He turned to Aneurin, eyes blank. His whole right arm turned to an aura-blade. Without recognizing friend or foe, Kirin charged at the nearest moving thing he spotted— Aneurin.
"Liar!" He slashed Aneurin's body. He summoned twenty pitch black aura blades that fell from the skies, piercing his father's body. As he cried in anger, more and more black aura blades fell from the sky like rain, piercing everything under it. Finally, seeing that Aneurin still stood up despite the fatal wounds, Kirin pierced his sword right through his heart. He slid it to the side, making sure his guts spill out.
Aneurin died smiling. He won. Kirin has awakened to his true form, the pride of the Aethelmaers since thousands of years ago.
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