However, not everyone had a bad time due to Moros.
No, in the middle of the bustling streets of Diamond City, the Terra family was currently enjoying a scrumptious feast to celebrate the new successes in the negotiations.
The Partriach, Jonathan Terra, had managed to get the rights to several dungeons, while also working out an arrangement that would secure the family enough funds to host a school for his son to teach to other privileged children of the famous families.
He truly had struck gold with such a talented and intelligent son.
Too bad that he only had one child. The other was just a mistake, it must have been. Otherwise, nobody could explain what kind of creature possessed so little talent and brain cells when coming from him and his talented wife.
And so, he only had one. The other was promptly ignored, avoided, unless it was absolutely necessary to interact with the creature they gave the name of Moros.
But, nobody at this celebration wasted any thoughts about the guardian of the Terra family.
Instead they enjoyed the tasty, rich food that had been exported from a rare subworld famous for its ingredients and prepared by the famous 7-star cook who usually cooked for the VVIPS for Elysium.
Today, however, the Terra family has joined the ranks of these people. Okay, one should rather say, these ultra-rich people have noticed their name and taken note of their operation.
Toasting to their success, they bought a 2000-year-old wine, salvaged from a ship of a long-lost civilisation.
It did not taste good, but it tasted expensive─truly, the only thing that mattered to the people who wanted to feel rich.
The man of the hour, lifted his glass and held a little speech to the gathered family members that had made it possible to stand where he was today.
Dion Terra, the unparalleled genius of his family, looked much like his brother. If his brother was a supermodel and not like a random crazy dealer you would find way too close to a woman's locker room.
His hair was golden as the sun, his green eyes radiated the spirit of a calm forest, his nose as well formed as a marble statue, his eyebrows were perfect. Everything about Dion was, unlike his brother.
He had charm, appeal and was handsome enough to gather the attention of almost any lady he fancied. His mind had revolutionised the way people thought about magic and practised it…yet he did not think himself to be anything special.
In fact, to Dion all of this was just a bad joke. People did not see him for his achievements they just saw a value.
There was value in associating with him, there was a value to the things he taught, there was his value to the family, but all of these were values that others placed on him.
Nobody truly cared for the Dion.
That was just how the planet of Elysium was, a world of used and getting used. Talent was just seen as a benefit, not a gift. Everyone played this game, for position, fame and recognition and all the other things he really did not care about.
He gave a speech, the words did not matter. What mattered was the one, whom they were spoken to by and the fancy food and drinks before the crowd of talented people.
For the family! For the love of the country!
Choose your motivation at random, Dion chose to believe that humans are born into their roles and would ultimately live up to them. He was born talented thus it was his duty to bring fame, recognition and power to the Terra family.
About his brother, he had heard the wildest of insults, the most backhanded compliments and all sorts of words of pity.
In the name of flattery, they discredited Moros, turning him into the shame of the Terra family. Which to Dion always felt like a strange perspective to have.
Moros always appeared to him as more of a victim of the time he was born in. The talent he had did not fit into the modern Elysium. He was born a leader in the extinction war, yet in times of peace, such strength was behind the times.
Of course, strength was still warranted in dungeons and exterminating monsters, but the resources to get to such a level were hidden behind politics and knowing the right people.
So, instead of a waste or shame, it was more wise to just refer to him as someone lacking the right kind of luck in the world he was born into.
As the hours passed by Dion shook the hands he needed to, talked to the ones that he had to entertain, drank and ate enough to satisfy his stomach. Dion lived a life of leisure, a fun life.
Embraced a pretty lady here and there, when his parents weren't looking. Teaching the finest daughters of Elysium some melee sparring techniques of the pillow kind.
There was really nothing else to do in Elysium city: socialising and having all kinds of fun.
The older people played politics, fighting for social status, dungeon rights and mostly bragging rights. To Dion it simply seemed like they had nothing better to do.
Based on his succession rights, he too would have to lead the family into this meaningless struggle. For now, he just enjoyed his youth and did whatever he was allowed to do, while adhering to the basic necessities that being a genius brought with it.
Looking at his Mom, Barbara Terra, she was enjoying the wine a little too much. How his 36 year old mother was partying harder than him, remained a mystery to him.
She had been someone born from a lower world, as beautiful as she was hungry for power. Seeing the struggling Jonathan back then, she promised him strong heirs and the lucky guy, jumped on the opportunity and her.
2 years later, Moros and Dion were born, two healthy, talented boys.
Her gamble paid off and now she could sip on fine alcohol, dress like a lady half her age, with fine dresses and superior to all the ladies she talked to. Her life goal had been fulfilled.
Now, she was one sip away from holding that lengthy tirade about why he, Dion, was her favourite son and how proud she was of 'her boy', while conveniently ignoring that he was not an only child.
It followed a lengthy rant that Dion had heard a thousand times, he just nodded alongside it and smiled when he needed to.
Slowly but surely, the evening passed by and guests decided it was time to leave the festivities behind and go home. Dion was very thankful that the Terra family remembered that they have jobs to do.
The people gave a few more words of praise, before they disappeared out of the door with their bellies filled and their spirits high.
At the end, there were only Barbara, Dion and Jonathan Terra left as they shared another drink to celebrate the successful evening.
Soon the butler came with a check that was longer than some people's life expectancy. Jonathan, the Patriach of the Terra family, took the check with utmost confidence and placed the magical card atop it, which made any payment easy.
It was the card, where all earnings by Moros were placed to fund all their 'necessary expenses.'
The card declined!
The confused father took the card again, looked at it, confirmed it was the card he always used and tried it again.
The card declined!
Anger swirled up in Jonathan Terra, how could there not be enough money? Had the mistake run away and not done his job?
Dion looked at the situation and gently saved the day by offering his card to the butler.
"Dad, the dungeon has only been open for a few days after the investigation was over. I do not think Moros had the time to earn the necessary funds in just a few days."
The words made sense to his father, who just huffed his chest. Still angry, he simply drank from his cocktail again─mumbling something about that not being an excuse.
Dion felt a bit sorry for always putting the blame on Moros, since he know just how much favours he exchanged over his shoulders and how very not legal this procedure was.
Though it was indeed rare for the credit card to be declined, knowing his brother he would already have been ready to commit fraud and illegal activities the moment the dungeon was openend again.
In fact, Dion had been sending Moros business proposes for several days now, yet he had never replied.
It did seem like he would have to check upon him, luckily the Terra family had placed a tracking device in his body for exactly such cases.
Can't have him run away from the family.
Thus as good little brother, he merely needed to convince the decision-maker of the Terra family.
"Mooom, we all know what killing Ballas does to a psyche of the guardians of a family. After all, we remember why the previous ones only lasted 2 years before being found dead…"
Reading the secret scripturs Dion had learned that Ballas amplify the traits of those that kill them. The smallest of desires, will become something they can not live without.
So, checking after his brother after 10 years of just murdering Ballas was certainly a necessity.
His mother slurred a "Yesssss" before her head fell onto the table, falling asleep on the spot.
With the "law" being on his side, he grabbed his card and made his way towards his destination…
"Do not worry, brother! I shall pay you a visit!"
Dion made his way to search for his brother, he enjoyed having a bit of distance from the rest of his family…things would certainly grow more interesting than in Elysium.
All the parties would soon crash into one another… and it would not be a friendly one.