It had been years since he had taken in Kafka. She had already grown to be able to live on her own. He had taught her everything that she needed to survive on her own. As for combat, he didn't know how to fight...
Kind of?
His fighting involved launching supernovas at people and making it so that they couldn't fight or resist. He didn't know any hand to hand combat strategies which is why he was being beaten up currently by Kafka.
His monocle had fallen off and his hat was dusty. His bum was also swollen.
"Is this any way to treat your big brother?"
Kafka smiled "Big brother Amon this is why I keep saying that you should leave everything to me." Though evidence shows that Amon was weak, very weak. Kafka knew better, even though she was incredibly young back then, she still remembered that shudder of fear she felt for the first time.
That strange door and the tentacles which warped reality itself. No doubt it was Amon's doing. Though despite her efforts to force anything out of him it was futile. The only strange thing he had displayed was being able to appear anywhere, never aging and fixing up injuries the moment she let him out of sight.
And even stranger was the card he had given her all those years ago. Kafka was a devil hunter now, quickly climbing up the ranks to sustain her new lifestyle and to provide for the lazy Amon. Amon had taken care of her, but Kafka decided that she needed to repay him. But that was a sore decision as Amon did nothing but *(&@&^$
"Huh?" Kafka suddenly lost her next words. Amon chuckled as he continued to lie on the couch eating crackers and drinking soda.
Kafka shook her head before going back to that suspicion, Amon was a super powerful being or big shot. That indestructible card he had given her all those years ago seemed to be the biggest clue.
"Lord of Mysteries, King of Space-Time, Beacon of Destiny, Embodiment of Sefirah Castle and Dominator of the Spirit World."
At first she didn't think much of it but after these strange suspicions started she couldn't help but think back to his words back then.
"In the future if you need help, just call for me using my honorific name."
If Kafka took the titles at face value then she was dealing with someone at least on the same par of Aeons. She once again took a look at her monocle wearing big brother who just picked his nose and blew it off somewhere. Nope couldn't associate the titles and the person. No way.
Kafka having grown up with a slug of a brother (almost quite literally) had found herself developing cleanliness and elegance. Oh sure her brother was elegant and clean, but that was another mystery she would never figure out. He acted sloppy.
Suddenly a fart was heard as a vein bulged on her forehead. The slipper she was wearing found its mark on his forehead as he groaned in pain.
Amon meanwhile on the other hand was realising why some men liked being kept. He wasn't kept really, he just had a caring Kafka. No relationship between them, but still he enjoyed being lazy.
But soon it would be time for him to leave. Kafka soon went off to work as he silently thought about his next plans. On one hand, it seemed that he had scared some of the Aeons that they actively avoid them. Another avatar seemed to have hit it off and started a universe wide business.
It was decided that he'd soon regroup and cancel the avatars. He'd travel the worlds and maybe help out every now and then. Amon soon walked around the city one last time to take in the sights, this would be the last he'd see of this planet for now. He smiled as he arrived at the very same restaurant he dined in when he first arrived.
He stared at his phone as his right eye twitched, his avatar had gone a bit too far and might have been slapped with a multiversal copyright.
The credits he had were a staggering amount. He could go band for band with Asta's dad. He soon regained his calm before entering and ordering the exact same dish. It was only fitting to leave and exit the same way. The modest house that he and Kafka lived in soon approached his sight. The lights were on and the smell of dinner snaked up his nostrils.
He entered and said "I'm back." Despite all the time, he still struggled to say "I'm home". Kafka chucked him a can of his favourite soda before they sat down to have dinner.
Kafka stared at him before asking "What's going on Amon?" She was incredibly perceptive especially when her brother didnt start gorging himself on unhealthy snacks. He shook his head "Nothing it's alright. I got you a pet." He pulled out a raven, Kafka gasped before taking the bird and noticing something strange.
"Why does it look like you? It even has markings around it's right eye like a monocle?" Kafka giggled "Never thought I'd find a bird that looks like you."
The rave cawed before hopping onto the couch that Amon usually rested in only furthering Kafka's fondness for the bird. It acted very similar to Amon.
Kafka soon went to sleep with the bird watching over her. It gave off a calming presence similar to Amon. Meanwhile Amon left the drink Kafka had given him on the counter under the window. A small note he wrote with elegant hand writing that Kafka would have never expected to come from him.
He placed the note next to the drink before a mystical door soon appeared. He soon stepped through it but not before using the raven to glance at Kafka one more time. He had no doubt developed fondness for Kafka, but she too had a destiny to fulfill.
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Kafka soon woke up and realised something was horribly amiss. There was no sound of TV that was usually downstairs. She walked downstairs only to find the couch empty. A sense of wrongness pervaded the house. It was eerily silent if only for the small caws of the raven on her shoulder.
The rave fluttered its wings and arrived at the counter near the window and cawed again. The drink that Kafka had given Amon remained unopened and sat next to a letter written in elegance that she would have never thought belonged to that slug of a brother.
[To Kafka]
At this moment you are probably panicking wondering where I have gone. To be frank I dont know either. I'll be traveling the different planets and looking for fun and sights. I'm sorry not sorry for leaving without any warning. But I did adore you, which is why If you begged I might not have left and the great Lord of Mysteries would have been reduced to a couch potato.
The raven I left with you, think of it as me and take care of it. Someday we will meet again, and by the time you hear of me again, you may never be able to see me as the couch potato again. Also If I drank my favourite soda again I probably would have been addicted and stayed as well. Your destiny will soon arrive and you'll journey among the stars too.
Just remember in the direst of times, you can always call for my help with my honorific name.
-Amon