"Sin is both man's and god's downfall. Whether that be envy at what another individual can do, or a pride so tall they believe themselves a god in a mortal frame. Sin is often frowned upon, but without sin, there cannot exist good in this world."
-Extract from a Defaced Tome, By ???
Cynthia Alexis was born an illegitimate child to the Alexis family, an outcast who was eventually exiled to poverty, living off the stolen scraps of food of unfortunate travellers. That was when she unlocked her arts; the Spirit Arts. However, it was awakened when a gang of cutthroats in the area caught wind of her activity and decided to take it into their own hands by 'dealing' with her.
Cynthia was attacked and her first art awoke, Spirit Art: Flames Fury. An offensive art, that incinerated her attackers on the spot, a new and powerful offensive art, which was later documented in the Spirit Arts grimoire at the Guild Archives. That art alone was enough to earn her not only a position of power in Middle Alandriel, but a respectable rank too if she enlisted in the Guild. And soon after that, she awakened another art, which had never been recorded in the Spirit Arts grimoire before just like the previous art she had awoken; Spirit Art: Soul Synthesis.
Previously, Spirit Arts when used for healing used their spirit's attribute to heal their target in a certain way, which lead to specific spirit attributes being used for specific operations and procedures. This was due to the fact that certain types could actually hinder or harm a patient if used on the wrong time of injury. Yet this ignored that irrefutable fact.
Cynthia's spirit type was of fire, as per her offensive art. Despite this, with this new art she could copy the shape of her own spirit and bestow it to the target's spirit, creating a replica spirit shape that the damaged spirit would take on; essentially, it meant that any injury of any kind no matter how severe could be healed.
And, as a result of this, Cynthia's position as an illegitimate child was revoked, and when her father died, she would inherit the family. So, when that time came, she became the head of the Alexis family, before she, in retribution, liquefied all of the family's assets and ran the family into the ground. As pay-back, she always insisted.
Cynthia shortly after that enlisted in the Guild and was put into Class 1-A, along with many others, and three people who she would come to call friends. David Raigeki, who Cynthia regarded as her brother before his passing, Ellis Hang, who Cynthia adored messing around and playing with before he became him, and last but by no means least, Lucan Duskwalker; the man she fell in love with. The man who could not return her feelings. The man who she lost. The man who came back to her, as another man. On the other hand, Lucan always thought of Cynthia as his sister, in the same way she had thought of David. Lucan now, after two decades, would come back to her and beg for help.
"-How are you?" Cynthia blurted out after a long, unbroken silence. When she heard that the Rogue himself was requesting her assistance, she couldn't deny how happy she felt. Cynthia immediately rushed over thinking that her Lucan was back... but no. It was that Lucan. After a few hours of working on the boy, she had finally got him into a stable state, where the patient only needed to be checked up on every hour or so.
And after that; silence. Endless sitting and waiting. Lucan looked like he hadn't aged a day, and Igo? Well, Igo would always be Igo. The man who she had always considered her father, rather than that living pig carcass of her real father, Ivan Alexis. Thank Elase he's dead. Once Igo had went about half an hour ago to call of the search for this boy, it was just herself and Lucan. Herself, sitting on the boy's bed, and that man wearing Lucan's skin, standing by the wall opposite them.
"I'm good." Lucan muttered. That voice. That voice! How much she had longed to hear it once more, even for a fraction of a second. Cynthia couldn't help herself when a grin formed on her face, "You, Cindy?"
"It was lonely. That's the least I can say. When you went missing the entire Guild was in disarray; the disappearance of one of their platinums is no simple matter. Me and David sort of accepted it after a while, since you never really came back after that time, did you?"
"..."
"Nothing to say as always," Cynthia laughed, cynically, "Ellis was the one who took it the hardest. He no longer had to even contemplate someone taking over his number one spot, since no one could ever reach him but you. He stopped going out on missions. He... how could I say this? He regressed. Regressed into the horrible human being he is now, capturing and torturing someone to death at the slightest possibility they knew where you were. If you didn't believe that then, this boy's a testament to that... thing and what he does."
"I always knew what he was doing," Lucan interjected, with Cynthia surprised that this Lucan had changed from their usual mannerisms. Changed in a way that gave her a slither of hope that the old Lucan could come back, "I was simply a coward. Too afraid to forsake my own new life for the sake of others like I had. That realisation ruined me. So I became a teacher. I tried to make up for that by bestowing my values and experience upon others so they wouldn't fall victim to people like him.
"Oh, how foolish was I to even think that," Lucan laughed. A sinister, chilling laugh that felt awkward coming from that man. A laugh that should of belonged to the old Lucan, was coming out of the new one. But it was forced, as if the man in front of Cynthia was trying his hardest to be another person, who he knew he could never be. "Why did I ever believe that in the-"
"He's awake" Cynthia said coolly, causing Lucan to pull his head up from where it was slowly sinking downwards, and glare towards the half-dead boy on the bead forcing his eyes open.
"Igo! Someone get Igo!" Lucan shouted, trying to look around in hope that he's already here.
"I'll go look for him. Let the other nurses deal with the boy." Cynthia responded curtly, ordering her assistants who were standing by to get to work, before rushing off and out of the infirmary. At first the boy who had just waken up was calm. His eyes darted around the room in a frenzy, confused on where he is.
At the moment he saw Lucan, however, his entire eye went black with the dilating of his pupil. The boy's jaw began to slowly drip downwards, and his tongue began to move and wiggle as if the words he was trying to spit out were lost before he could even begin to pronounce them.
First, Daniel's tongue tried to push against an imaginary set of teeth, since his two sets of teeth were sat on his jaws which were hanging apart. Then, his tongue just hung in the middle of his mouth, un-moving. It was at that moment, Lucan realised that this wasn't the random movements of a delirious boy but he was actually trying to say something. He thought that, the first letter could of been an 'f' or 's' and the second probably a 'u' since the shape of his mouth wasn't circular at the time of pronouncing, instead ovular. At last, the tongue curled and pressed against the roof of his mouth, as Daniel himself lurched forward slightly as if trying to force the sound out of it. An 'n' sound perhaps?
Was the boy trying to say 'fun'? What on Alium does that mean?! Or maybe-
"-Why..." a meek voice screeched, coming from Daniel,
"Why- Sun!"