[Chapter 01 - SCENE] Between Good and Evil

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Who: Luke, Mieu, Tear, Jade
Where: Tartarus holding cell.
When: After Arietta incarcerates them.
Warnings: None.


"Augh!" Luke jolted out of his uneasy slumber, sitting up. What had happened...

"You're finally awake." Tear silently spoke, putting her hand over his hands as if to comfort him. "You've been out of it for a few hours."

However, her attempt to cover up the bloodstains on his gloves was in vain. Luke noticed, his eyes widened with disgust, and he quickly clawed off his gloves while screaming bloody murder and cradling his face into his knees, sobbing.

"..." Tear didn't know how to deal with civilians. "I'm sorry this had to happen, Luke. I... promise to get you to your home as quickly as possible."

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"...!" As the emergency backup lighting came on, Tear noticed the cheagle in the corner of the room and immediately reacted, seeing the liger as well. "O melody beckoning toward the abyss. Tue Lei Zwe Kuloa Riou Tue Zwe..."

Luke immediately drew his sword, but little was done that after; his grip loosened as he remembered what his hands felt like the last time he gripped his sword so tightly. It cost someone their life. Shaking once again, Luke did not notice that Tear's hymn was wearing off, and the liger was making a bee-line straight toward Luke.

"Look out!" Tear got in the liger's way, just in time for the liger's fangs to penetrate her gloved forearm, blood spilling as Tear winced from the pain. "Luke, now!"

Without thinking and on instinct, Luke swung towards the liger's neck. Sheathing his sword, he realized that the shaking didn't stop; he also realized and was terrified that the slash didn't go all the way through. Taking a few last labored breaths, Tear used her other arm to finish the job Luke left unfinished with her staff.

Falling to his knees, Luke tried to breath. That girl... Arietta... she was the one commanding the monsters. And she went a little crazy when they were harmed in any way, even moreso than when the Oracle Knights... were these important to her? "Tear... I'm sorry..."

Tear shook her head, removing the liger's head from her forearm, wincing. She then proceeded to healing herself. "It was my own responsibility for not informing either of you of my actions." She stated, in a rather monotone voice. Turning to the green and white cheagle, she kneeled down. "Are you hurt, little one?"