A Day In The Fated Future
Location - Unknown
(Dazai Crowley's POV)
It wasn't by much, but compared to before, I made significant headway into my amnesia.
For starters, I re-established a basic sense of self identity and a couple of my old family members.
Thanks to Blair, for some reason, I was reminded of five different women in total. All to which felt incredibly familiar, despite the fact how I only recalled memories from a particular two as of now.
The first three of said five seemed vaguely related to that of divinity, as if being some sort of goddesses.
The first had unmistakable fluffy wings of an angel and a bright halo. The second bore a large rotating spear while mounted on what seemed to be a pegasus. She also bore a halo as well. However, the third didn't possess any physical attributes related to angels, but did bear beautiful butterfly-like wings.
But this was where the last two came into play.
I knew for certain that they were not literal angels or deities compared to the first three. Rather they were powerful nobles who stood at the top of a particular, and metaphorical, "heaven".
These two girls were close siblings and were the first of the few childhood friends I had in my life.
The oldest sister was the one who willingly chose to fall from grace and consign herself to the "hell" that lied below. What became of her future is something I may or may not know, but if I did, then the answer must lie in the memories I haven't recalled yet.
Her little sister on the other hand was the absolute opposite of her. She wasn't one who would throw away her "grace" for any reason. Her pride in her family and bloodline was one that bound her to "heaven", never to crash and burn into "hell".
And so long as that remained true, it was impossible to see her again, nevertheless fulfill the promise we made all those years ago. Whether or not I abandoned my emotions for her, what became of our relationship in the future was yet another answer concealed in the lost fragments of my past.
Who am I? Who were those girls? What happened to me? What became of our story? Where are my friends? Where is my family?
It doesn't matter whatever it takes, I won't stop at nothing until I learn the truth.
That's all there was to it.
Strengthening my resolve, I clench my pendant with my left hand and take a deep breath. It wasn't long till I reorganized my thoughts and got serious.
A few seconds later, I put the pendant over my neck. But before I did, I was sure to infuse what little magical energy I could provide inside. After turning on one of the skill's particular settings, it now had the ability to slowly draw magic from the atmosphere thanks to its circuit module.
Although it's unfortunate that its rate of absorption is a lot slower compared to what I think it used to be before, I'm just glad that I don't need to manually recharge its power just to maintain the consistency of the previous skills.
Wrapping up the last bits of preparations, I intentionally tucked the pendant inside my shirt, rather than leave it out in the open. Though Blair may eventually notice it sooner or later, something about our previous conversation told me it was important to not let her see it immediately.
In any case, despite being alone with a beautiful woman, I was starting to feel cramped and even uncomfortable inside this bedroom.
If I wanted to gather any valid clues of my situation, it was obvious that I needed to explore this "world" that I was in. Something I probably would've done sooner had it not been for a certain "obstruction".
Passing by the bathroom again, I walk towards the front bedroom door and observe the mysterious magical spell enchanted inside.
The way how this "barrier" was constructed was honestly perplexing even to me. Even after using Appraisal like I did on the pendant, I couldn't sense any form of blessings or additional spells encrypted inside. Nevertheless, find any clues of its origin.
Eventually, I got the idea that the "caster" of this spell should have been located somewhere within this room, if not, the house. Therefore, I used the same ability to subtly scan my surroundings and check the perimeter.
However….
"Just her, huh…"
Unfortunately, if my observations were correct, Blair was the only other person here capable of magic.
But if that's the case, then none of this makes any sense. Just what the hell is this place? Why is this room connected to only my memories? And how exactly did I get here in the first place?
Asking myself these questions, I try piecing together any possible answers by using the clues I gathered up until now.
But it didn't take much to realize a certain and quite dangerous possibility.
"Did Blair kidnap me?"
As much as I hope this isn't true, I'm not some naive idealist that ignores the known facts. Because as disturbing as it may sound, the more that I think about it, the more everything starts to make sense.
Think about it.
There are many different ways to kidnap a person. But the main goal at the end of the day is to force a person from one place to another. And nine times out of ten, those with said intentions will try to pick a method that leads to a path of least resistance.
The chemically doused handkerchief or electrical tasing are both classics in this scenario. But the one most fitting for me would probably be the old fashioned "bat to the back of the head."
At the right angle, a blunt strike to the head can render a person unconscious in a matter of seconds. Brain damage and even memory loss is also a common side effect.
And if Blair also poisoned me with sedatives or the like somewhere down the line, wouldn't that also explain my complete lack of energy when I first awoke? Though being one in of itself, this scenario nearly answers most of my questions.
However, what was Blair's motive?
The answer lies in her overbearing and clingy personality. On several occasions, she loved to place special emphasis on the idea of us being married, even though I know for a fact that this was the first time I ever met her.
The possibility of her being some sort of deranged stalker is something I simply cannot ignore.
Understanding this, I was grateful for my successful efforts in concealing my own intentions. Had Blair seen right through me and found out that I was questioning who she was, she could have easily responded with more violent methods. That alone would severely compromise the safety of my life.
However, now that I had the power of my old friend's pendant at my side, I felt more confident in my fighting prowess. If push ever comes to shove, I atleast would be able to defend myself.
And if I really wanted to….
I could just "return the favor" and strike Blair down long before she gets the chance to savor another moment of this perplexing situation.
But as tempting as that may sound, unfortunately that wasn't the right move to make right now. After all, I have to remember that, whether for good or for worse, I managed to get into her "good graces".
Not to mention, if this "world" was built by her magic, then she would have the ability to manipulate the playing field. If so, then I was at a huge disadvantage the very second I arrived here.
It was crucial that I remained friendly.
It gave me the chance to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, all the while putting me in a better position of safely seeing her true colors.
The only difference now was that I needed to tread lighter than ever before, especially considering Blair's unconfirmed ability to move faster than the eye could see.
Realizing this, I couldn't help but sigh loudly.
The situation I was in proved to be dangerous, even lethal if I was to make a single mistake.
But I'm not one to crack under pressure.
No matter what happens, I still have a plan.