I stand outside a run down, wooden house. It's unpainted, plain brown. The ramp up to the door creaks with each step. I knock on the door, and notice I could walk in if I wanted. It'd be rude though. The doorknob has been ripped out it seems, judging by the rough hole left behind. Strange.
"Who's there!? Guards!? I have a robbery to report. Fucking kids are pranking everyone around here, and one of them stole my doorknob!" an old man yells angrily.
"No, I'm a lawyer. Here about what happened between you and a man named Balgor." I say nervously.
I hear a loud gasp, and then groans of pain. I listen for several seconds, becoming increasingly concerned.
"Sir, are you okay!?" I yell nervously.
"NO! Balgor, that bastard! He's the reason I'm a cripple!" the old man yells angrily.
The door swings open and I see a pale, very old man with thick wrinkles and ruined limbs. He floats in the air, and only his right arm seems useful. His left arm is bent at a weird angle, and his legs are shriveled up.
"Do you wish to know what happened!? I'll gladly tell you if it'll help make him pay!" the old man says desperately.
"Uh, sure. Go ahead." I say nervously.
I pull out my notepad and pencil.
"I was just drinking at the Smelly Pit Inn right? And he comes up to me, and challenges me to a softest punch challenge right? So I agree, punch him weakly on the shoulder. And he proceeds to beat me senseless, until I'm unconscious and my bones are broken. And because he didn't kill me, it was all legal. The Judges didn't think it was evil at all since I agreed to the contest." the old man explains angrily.
My jaw almost drops at that. It's still hard to believe fights of this brutality can occur with no consequence. I should make it illegal for sure.
I write it all down, and put away my notepad.
"Thank you sir. Would you be willing to stand trial if necessary?" I ask calmly.
"Yes, but I'd need a bunch of mana potions for the day. I can't go outside without a steady supply of mana to keep me floating." the old man says calmly.
"Ah, I could hopefully supply that. Maybe…" I say nervously.
"Excellent. I hope we send Balgor to the guillotine." the old man says with malicious glee.
I stare with some concern, and begin stepping down the stairs.
"Oh, I mean, I hope we send him to jail for a long time." the old man says nicely.
He smiles nervously.
"Yes, you're fine sir. Have a nice day." I say nervously.
"My name is Parcival Steveson, by the way!" the old man says nervously.
"I gotcha, thanks." I say nervously.
Next up, Pallyhedron Johanson at 115 Stargazer Street. I stand outside a steel block covered in dark blue runes that glow brightly with mana. There are small blue eyes floating all over the cube, and they're all staring at me. It's weird, but I get the hint they're a surveillance spell of sorts. He's viewing me from the inside.
There doesn't appear to be a door, but I know he can see me. So I might as well start talking.
"Hello Mr.Johanson. My name is-" I say loudly.
Suddenly balls of electricity start forming on the eyes, their buzzing fills the air.
"Henry Sheeves, I'm a lawyer that came in regards to the time you were assaulted by the adventurer Balgor?" I ask nervously.
The balls of electricity quiet down. And suddenly the eyes merge together, along with the electricity. The electricity grows into a large mass. Then it shapes itself into a simple face.
"What do you want, lawyer? It's not like anything can be changed." a deep, tired voice says calmly.
I frown. I can't deny he's got a point, but-
"I'm representing a client who has been wrongly assaulted and being punished for a fight with Balgor. If the public hears your opinion of Balgor's character and how he affected you, it could sway the Judge in our favor. And Balgor could be punished." I say nervously.
The face sighs and shakes its head.
"That won't work. Balgor's reputation is already well known. You're wasting my time. Leave my property or die." the voice says sadly.
The face spreads apart into 12 large balls of electricity that start buzzing loudly. So I quickly left. I walk about five blocks away before I pull my map out again for my next guy.
Polistam Loug. He lives at 66 Scavo Street. His house is a two story, red brick one. His yard is unkempt, and littered with bits of trash. There's a guy with a bandana mask on using a wand to paint a gang sign on the side of his house.
I look around for a guard to report this to, but there's none in sight. As I do, the spray painter approaches me with an angry glare, pointing his wand at me.
"Yo bitch, you got a problem!?" he yells angrily.
"No sir, I'm just here to visit the owner." I say fearfully.
"Well that's me. Whatchu want!?" the angry man yells angrily.
I squint skeptically at this. And in response, he jabs his wand into my forehead.
"What do you want!? State your business or die!" he yells angrily.
"I just want to talk about Balgor and your statements on his character!" I say with shrill fear.
The man freezes. He stares at me, fear growing slowly in his eyes. Then he kicks me in the shin, and pushes me over. I fall to the ground, yelping a bit and grabbing at my shin in a vain attempt to soothe its pain.
"Hey man, I'll leave, just don't hurt me." I say fearfully.
"Yeah, get the fuck outta here! I don't need Balgor coming to beat our asses anymore! Or his friends!" the man yells angrily.
I look up with shocked eyes.
"So you have been attacked by him?" I ask seriously.
"Get the fuck outta here! It doesn't concern you! It doesn't concern anyone!" the man yells angrily. His voice breaks near the end as fear creeps through.
He fires a bolt of fire at me, and it zooms past my shoulder. I crawl backwards quickly, then rise up and run off.
"Don't come back! This is Grubbard territory bitch! And keep those adventurers away from here!" the man yells angrily.
I run for a while. Until I'm back near my house and I see a decent amount of Guards around. Then I stop and take a seat outside a cafe I've never been to before. It's honestly kinda nice. There's some weird lights at this table. Blue, white, and-
Oh my fucking God, I almost died. I can't believe that happened. And over Balgor. Damn, why were they so scared of Balgor? If I had to guess, he and his friends probably fought his gang before. But why?
I sigh and shake my head. I need to learn more. At this rate, their presence and influence will easily overwhelm me.
"Excuse me, are you getting anything?" a woman asks annoyedly.
I turn and see a young woman in a simple blue dress with a white apron. She's holding what looks like a menu.
"Uh yeah, sure. Let me see your drinks." I say calmly.
"And something to eat?" the woman says firmly.
I gulp nervously.
"Yes, something to eat as well." I say hesitantly.
She hands me the menu. I open it and am quite bemused at the food names. ElderBerry Soup of Despair, Holy Emperor Sandwich, and a spicy meatball sub. The drinks are just as ridiculous. Spammy's Rapid Fire Ooze, Baddie's Charismatic brew, and a spicy ale.
I get the spicy meatball sub and spicy ale. After ordering, I return to my brooding. I am almost afraid to move forward with interviewing people Balgor assaulted, and there's over 20 people on this list. I feel like I've already gotten the best reaction from that cripple. Will anyone else take the stand?
"Ssup, pussy?" a familiar man says calmly.
I turn and see Deatrix taking a seat across from me. I'm a bit shocked, to say the least.
"Aren't you supposed to be in prison?" I say cautiously.
"Man, I just bribed the Judge to let me go around as I please till the court date. I think they called it bail or whatever, but it's clearly a bribe." Deatrix says annoyedly.
"Ah, right. Easy to forget that." I say calmly.
"So what you get done since we last met?" Deatrix asks calmly.
I blow out a nervous breath and look away from Deatrix.
"I've gotten one guy willing to take the stand as a character witness. And another man who will…potentially take the stand." I say nervously.
"What does potentially mean?" Deatrix asks annoyedly.
"Umm…I need more people to stand as witnesses. And to that I do have three more women. But I have to get them divorced first, I think." I say nervously.
Shit, did I even ask them if they'd take the stand? It's hard to remember when my client is right in front of me.
"Da fuck is a divorce?" Deatrix asks skeptically.
"It's the process of ending a marriage." I say nervously.
"Shit, you can do that? Here? My mom killed my dad to end their marriage." Deatrix says, amazed.
My jaw drops at that.
"Are you fucking serious? That's terrible." I say with shock and sympathy.
"Yeah, don't feel too bad. I've heard their battle was legendary. And that it destroyed an entire mountain as my father bravely fought for his life. But to no avail." Deatrix says proudly. "Shouldn't have cheated on mom anyway." he deadpans.
"Heh, uhhh…" I say awkwardly.
Ya know, now that he's suddenly here, there is something he can help me with.
"You're strong right? Want to help me with your case? There's a sketchy place I don't want to go alone to." I ask nervously.
Deatrix smiles, and smacks his fist against his other hand's palm.
"I like sketchy places. Means I might get in a good fight. Where we going?" Deatrix asks confidently.
"First, we're going to see a man about the Seekers of Knowledge Guild. Then after that, we'll probably visit the place to verify what he says ourselves." I say seriously.
"That first part sounds lame, but I heard some sketchy shit about that guild. I'm down." Deatrix says calmly.
"Your food sir. And will you be getting anything sir?" the waitress says nicely.
"Get me a Ragin' Brew. Need the strength boost for what's coming." Deatrix says confidently.
The woman smiles, puts down my food and drink, and walks away.
On the way to the meeting place with this sketchy Guild's informant, I play around with my spell Observational Eye. It feels weird to have my attention split up like this. I almost regret making my spell view 360 degrees as it's overwhelming me. I can barely keep walking straight while moving my Observational Eye around. I don't think I'm gonna do any running with this thing any time soon.
"It was smart of you to make that spell invisible. Though it can still be sensed by a sharp enough mage." Deatrix says calmly.
"Ah, thanks. And well, not much I can do about that." I say calmly.
"You can lower the spell's quality. Lower mana means it's harder to sense. It'd probably cost you the invisibility though." Deatrix says calmly.
I grimace at that thought. That's too useful.
We arrive at a local city park. It's called Elvadish Park. It's unique. It reminds me of a city park during Christmas, with a blinding amount of magical lights. Glowing vines crossing between branches. Glowing orbs of colorful lights. Tiny, glowing fairies floating by. One flips me off. I return the favor. The trees and flowers seem perfectly organized. Paths with hedge statues line the path. With little plaques in front of them that read who the statue represents.
"Where we meeting the guy?" Deatrix asks calmly.
"At a statue of a Pegaseus. Some guy with a trident rides it." I say calmly.
"Like that one up ahead?" Deatrix says calmly.
He's pointing at a statue with the exact description I gave. And in front of it is a man wearing a brown fedora, a black bandana mask, black sunglasses, a brown trenchcoat, brown pants, and black dress shoes.
"Yeah. That's probably our guy." I say amusedly.
"That man is suspicious as fuck." Deatrix says amusedly.
"Yup." I agree warmly.
We approach him, and he starts shaking as we approach.
"Hey, are you Cedric Slimeson?" I ask calmly.
The man shushes loudly, and waves his hands wildly. I feel a strange, thin and cold wind swirl around us.
"Was that a Dome of Silence or something?" Deatrix asks calmly.
"Yes, quit acting so casually! This is serious shit!" the man says angrily.
I cross my arms.
"He's got a point. We should be a bit subtle." I say firmly.
Deatrix "pfft"s amusedly.
"Yeah, sure. Will it matter though?." he says skeptically.
"What's that supposed to mean?" the man says angrily.
"It means we'll likely cause some kinda scene with the info you give us." Deatrix says amusedly.
I sigh and shake my head.
"Ignore him, he's a fool. Let's focus on the important things. Who are you and what do you have to tell me?" I say annoyedly.
"I'm the man you wanted to meet." Cedric says quickly.
Deatrix squints his eyes, then laughs.
"He's playing this game, that's funny." he says amusedly.
"What game?" Cedric and I say in unison.
"You're giving bare minimum information. For all we know, you're the wrong guy." Deatrix says amusedly.
Cedric stares intensely at Deatrix. I assume he's glaring, but I'm not entirely sure honestly.
"I assure you I am the right man. If I wasn't, my magic would've prevented you from approaching me." Cedric says with confident anger.
"Surrreee. And I have a sword that can cut the moon in half." Deatrix says with amused skepticism. "I could totally cut the moon in half though. Don't test me." he adds happily.
Cedric and I stare with annoyed doubt for a moment. Then Cedric and I look at one another.
"Can we ditch him?" Cedric says angrily.
"No, I like his company." I say calmly.
"Hey, fuck off." Deatrix says annoyedly.
"Anyway, start explaining what you know, and we'll get out of your hair." I say calmly.
"You're both unprofessional as hell. But fine." Cedric says angrily.
Cedric pulls out a cigarette, lights it with a flame from his finger, and presses it against the spot where you'd assume a mouth would be. But he doesn't pull back the bandana. He smokes through the bandana.
"I began at the Seekers of Knowledge as a simple servant for a man known as Magnus Redwood. A man who loves nature. And he seeks knowledge only about nature. I considered him a good man. I considered everyone good men in that Guild. Until recently that is." Cedric explains sadly.
"What happened? Did you find their human experiments? Aliens? Shrines to unknown Gods?" Deatrix asks eagerly.
"No, worse. They…eat babies. After dipping them in barbecue sauce. Barbecue sauce mixed with pineapple juice. Disgusting savages." Cedric explains with horror.
I gasp with horror, while Deatrix stares with disappointed confusion.
"That's all you saw? That's like, classic demon shit. Was there at least a good reason? Do they get stronger from eating babies?" Deatrix asks annoyedly.
"I'm unsure. I think they do it cause they can." Cedric says nervously.
I gasp with even more horror. While Deatrix's eyes narrow.
"I think we need to investigate this guild more, Henry." Deatrix says annoyedly.
I look at Deatrix with my most serious face.
"Yes, or else the city and its orphanages are doomed." I say with dread.
"What do the orphanages have to do with anything?" Deatrix asks annoyedly.
"Because the guild takes babies from orphanages. Lots of them." Cedric says quickly.
"Yeah, it's a classic evil guy technique. It's like, in almost every book ever." I say calmly.
"What, since when? What books are you reading?" Deatrix asks incredulously.
"Ummmm…" I say nervously.
I can't really explain anything I read since that'd reveal I'm from another world. And he probably wouldn't understand that at all.
Meanwhile, at the courthouse. A new law has appeared.
All Dragons can't be taxed by Pordrig and businesses located within Pordrig.
A few angry men in gold and black robes stand in front of it. These are some Treasurers of Pordrig. And they're pissed.
"Do you know what this means? There are three dragons living in Pordrig, and their treasure hoards were a great resource to draw from every year." Treasurer 1 says angrily.
"I'm fine with it. I was the one who actually had to get the gold, and I was threatened every time I went to get it. And the last time I went, a Red Dragon was really keen on eating us all. He even ate one of the adventurers I was with." Treasurer 2 says calmly.
"Shut the fuck up Terry!" All other Treasurers snap in angry unison.
"Was there any other crimes your guild has done you know of?" I ask seriously.
"Yes. They also eat puppies. They dip them in ketchup mixed with orphan tears. They do that to show their hatred towards Fenrir, King of Wolves. One of their Gods hates him for some reason." Cedric says nervously.
I gasp with the most horror I've ever experienced in my life! While Deatrix sighs and he stares with pure disappointment.
"So are there like, none of the crazy shit the rumors made out to be?" he asks annoyedly.
"Well yeah, everything you've heard is probably real. But I'm fine with them. Those were cool. Especially the ones where we mind controlled homeless people, and made them box each other." Cedric says calmly.
"That was real!? What the fuck is wrong with you people!?" Deatrix asks with pure horror.
Cedric looks at us both with confusion.
"What, that was awesome. Funniest day of my life." He says, offended.
"I've had enough of this. Final question. Are you willing to publicly reveal this?" I ask angrily.
Cedric pales, and starts stepping away.
"Gods no. I'd rather die than do that. It's dangerous enough telling you two. Especially you, lawyer. You want to try to prosecute that guild? I'm telling you now, you're risking your life." he says fearfully.
I can't believe these adventurers were so sketchy. I don't even stop Cedric as he runs off, and neither does Deatrix.
"So we gonna get proof of their crimes ourselves? It kinda sidetracks from my crime, but revealing their crimes seems more fun to me. We could sneak into their guild, use some Observation magic to record what's going on in there, and press charges. Or release it to a local newspaper, and watch the public freak out." Deatrix says amusedly.
I look at Deatrix annoyedly.
"Is this a game to you? They're eating puppies and babies." I say angrily.
"It is kinda silly. They're like, cartoonishly evil." Deatrix laughs.
I sigh and shake my head.
"I think we should investigate more." I say nervously.
We're standing outside a tall, gray stone tower. I can see a faint aura of darkness around it.
"Deatrix, what's that darkness around it?" I ask nervously.
"If I had to guess, it's to prevent people from scrying inside. I have something like that around my school." Deatrix says calmly.
"Ah, I see." I say calmly.
The tower doesn't appear to have any holes to let you see inside. There are what seem to be windows, but they're covered with thick curtains or something. It looks like pitch black indents from here. There are long navy blue tapestries that travel down the length of the tower. Each tapestry is unique. Though they share a theme of sorts.
Each tapestry begins at the bottom with a base being. One has a human for example. Then there are swirls of colors and stars that connect the human to another form. An evolved being. One in armor, wielding magic. And finally at the top, there is what I suspect is a God. It's abstract, but they all have auras of power. And beings worship the God in a half prayer circle wrapping around it.
The entrance is a single steel door with a rectangular door view near the top. It appears we aren't gonna get in easily.
"I'm gonna knock." Deatrix says happily.
"Huh, what?" I say confusedly.
Deatrix walks up to the door, and knocks on it. I stand awkwardly behind him. Unsure what to do. We hear steps, and the door view opens. A pale face with bright blue eyes peers through.
"Password." he says calmly.
"Peace and Salutations! We are looking to join the Seekers of Knowledge!" Deatrix says happily.
I have to restrain myself from gasping when he says this.
"What are you doing?!" I hiss with quiet shock.
"I got this, don't worry." Deatrix whispers warmly.
"What do you seek?" the man asks solemnly.
"Ummmm…knowledge." Deatrix says awkwardly.
"What kind of knowledge?" the man says annoyedly. "Fucking newbs." he whispers angrily.
"Forbidden knowledge!" Deatrix says with awkward eagerness.
The man sighs angrily.
"What kind of knowledge!? Forbidden isn't a type! Many types of knowledge are forbidden!" the man rants angrily.
Deatrix turns and looks at me with a smirk on his face.
"This guy's nuts." he says amusedly.
"A bit." I agree warmly.
An idea strikes me!
"We seek knowledge of the most sacred of cuisines." I say with certainty.
…
"Good enough. Come on in. You may begin your first trial if you're ready." the man says annoyedly.
"First trial? What's it gonna be?" I ask curiously.
"You will learn more inside. Now come. Or flee, ignorant mortal." the man says annoyedly.
Deatrix laughs, and pushes the door open. The door quickly slams shut behind him.
"You must open the door of your own free will. Do not be weak." the man says solemnly.
I take a deep breath, and open the door. Inside is a long, dark hall. Deatrix stands before a man in dark blue robes covered in small white dots. As I approach, the man points left, and Deatrix walks down the hall.
"Your first trial is a simple one. Tell me something I don't know." the man says calmly.
Hmm. Believe it or not, I made a joke on the way here, this would be a question I'd be asked. I make the same "joke" answer I told Deatrix.
"Libra can bring people from other worlds to this one." I say confidently.
"We already knew that. Try again." the man says calmly.
I hunch over and tilt my head to the side, confused and utterly disappointed. Then I straighten up and stroke my chin. There has to be some knowledge I know. I'm from a futuristic world. I'm sure there's information I have.
"Did you know the universe is made of atoms?" I say quickly.
"Yes." the man says calmly.
"An atom has three components. A proton, positive energy, a neutron, neutral energy, and-" I explain quickly.
"We know that. Next." the man says calmly.
This is gonna take a while. What did Deatrix tell this guy to get through?
2 minutes earlier
"Hey, did you know if you care enough for your weapons, and be badass enough with them, they'll become sentient and gain new powers?" I say happily.
I pull out my Fourth Blade, the Promethean Knife, as proof. It's a bright red knife with a white tip. It has an orange aura glowing softly.
"Speak. Please." I ask seriously.
The Knife crackles and pops, speaking like a fierce flame. Only I understand what it's saying.
"It said hello." I say calmly.
The man stares at the Knife for a moment. Then he points left.
"Proceed." he says calmly.
I move on. And put my Fourth Blade up. I head down the tunnel, and open a wooden door that'd be heavy for most. It's a bit annoying to push myself to open a door.
I enter a lobby. Or something. It's an expensive looking room. Leather furniture, glass tables with fancy metal legs. A shelf with books. And a small office behind a Wall of Force. A spell that creates a wall of magic to protect those behind it. It's gray, and mostly transparent.
Sitting behind the wall on a black leather chair that seems to be floating in the air, is a middle aged woman in a black jacket with a medal on her chest. It's a Bronze Eye. She also wears a black skirt, stockings, and black boots. I smell blood on her boots.
I wonder if she stepped on some after eating a baby or something.
I approach the woman.
"Hello. My name is Jacob Deatrix. Disciple of King Gilgamesh. I'm quite the promising candidate that is hoping to join the Seekers of Knowledge." I say confidently.
"Yes, Mr.Deatrix. We are aware of you. If we didn't think you were worthy, we wouldn't have opened that first door for you." the woman says calmly.
That strikes me as odd, but I'll ignore it. I'm a badass. It's not rare for people to know of me, but it's still uncommon.
"So. What's the second trial?" I ask calmly.
"That is for you to determine." the woman says calmly.
"...huh?" I ask confusedly.
"In that room are the answers to everything you need. Including what the trial is to begin with." the woman says calmly.
I turn around, and give the room another look. My eyes become locked on the bookshelf. And I sigh sadly.
"Alright. I'll start looking around." I say sadly.
I begin my search. First, I decide to search the furniture to see if anything is hidden in the cushions. I can't find anything though. Then I step in front of the bookshelf. I read the titles of the books to see if there's a theme of sorts. And there is one clear theme.
They're all stories about various Gods. I'm surprised to see there's even the God of King Gilgamesh. A truly mysterious figure that King Gilgamesh and all his Disciples work to surpass. This book is called 'The War between King Gilgamesh and The Divine Lord.' It's honestly more of an autobiography about King Gilgamesh. But every truly climatic moment involves the Divine Lord.
I've already read it a few times. I skim through it to see if there's anything that stands out. Highlighted words or something. And I don't see anything out of the ordinary. As I'm putting it up, the book to the right stands out. It's called 'Divine Inspiration.' It's pure white, and the book cover shows a white cloud shining down light onto a man as he inscribes words onto stone tablets.
The Divine Lord always appears as a cloud in King Gilgamesh's stories. Perhaps there's a connection.
"So did you know that there's a jellyfish that is basically immortal because it keeps degenerating to its infant form?" I say exactly the youtubers.
"Yes. You're bad at this." the man says tiredly.
"I know." I say tiredly.
I sigh and hunch over. I'm stuck on this. If only I could just invent something new.
Wait a minute. I turn around and walk down the hall.
"Libra, I pray that you make it illegal to jaywalk." I whisper quietly.
"Uhhhh, sure why not." Libra says calmly.
I return to the man.
"Did you know it's now illegal to jaywalk?" I say happily.
"Yes, we have people at the courthouse. Nice try sir. Thanks for revealing how you've been making new laws, by the way." the man says happily.
"Fuck!" I curse loudly.
The man laughs at me.
"I'm going to be nice though. You did show me something I didn't know, so you can pass. Proceed to the right." the man says warmly.
I sigh annoyedly, and go down the hall. There's a half black, half white door in front of me. As always.
"Libra, did you prepare something for me?" I ask in my mind annoyedly.
I see an image of Libra shrugging in my mind.
I open the door, and enter a room that is entirely split in shades of black and white. I walk inside, long shelves flanking me on my sides. They're filled with books that are in various shades. A gray book sticks out to me. I walk over, and pull it out. It's called 'The World War.'
"Ah, that is a perfect book to discuss." a man says calmly.
I turn and see a man in a gray suit like mine. His tie is white. He has balding brown hair. And he's sitting at a wooden table with simple half black, half white chairs.
"Why would we discuss this? Is that the next trial?" I ask confusedly.
"Kind of. What we're doing is determining the moral standing of all major players of an event. The World War is a perfect book for that." the man says calmly.
This is…strange. I stare confusedly at the man, and this setting.
"I'm a lawyer, not a judge." I say nervously.
"Ah, that's true. Perhaps instead we should have you represent a continent. Do you have any idea which you'd want?" the man says nicely.
My mouth opens to answer, but it's dry. No answers inside. It closes, and opens once more with a sigh.
"What games are we playing here? Do you know I'm from another world?" I ask tiredly.
The man blinks confusedly, and looks up at the ceiling.
"Libra, what crazy man is your Apostle?" the man whispers nervously.
"Apostle?" I say quietly, confused.
The man laughs and shakes his head.
"It appears Libra hasn't given either of us all the information we should have. Perhaps you should explain yourself and how you came to be here." the man says nicely.
I stare at him, annoyed and hesitant. I don't want to give this guy too much. This guild is still sketchy as hell. And a test for me here is quite strange. This place, of all places.
"Libra, what does he mean by me being an Apostle?" I ask nervously in my thoughts.
"He'll explain eventually. Probably." Libra says warmly.
"So what is an Apostle?" I ask aloud annoyedly.
The man stares at me with wide, concerned eyes.
"You don't know what an Apostle is? Why has she not told you anything?" the man says concernedly.
"She's a lazy bitch." I complain bitterly.
I feel a barrage of invisible hands smack my head and face, but I stand firm. The man looks up and clasps his hands together.
"Libra, you work in mysterious ways." the man says solemnly.
I shake my head, disappointed. These people think too highly of her. She's letting things run completely wild.
"You are quite the disgraceful Apostle. But of course, a man of neutrality isn't expected to be the perfect gentleman." the man says calmly.
Hmmm.
"So my status as a neutral person is part of why I'm an Apostle then?" I ask annoyedly.
The man smiles and nods.
"Indeed. Libra has said only beings of neutrality can truly determine the moral righteousness of anything. It's almost the entire reason why she picked you to influence this world as her Apostle." the man says solemnly.
"That's intriguing. To an extent, I even agree. However, I don't feel I'm truly neutral. I have thoughts and feelings like everyone else. I have biases." I say seriously.
The man laughs.
"Even aware of one's own standing. If you had to judge yourself instead of Libra, how would you end up?" the man says amusedly.
This makes me freeze. Cause honestly… I laugh with sheepish guilt and look down at my feet.
"I always thought I deserved hell." I say sadly.
The man smiles sympathetically.
"Well, you have time to change that fate. You're still alive, aren't you?" the man says nicely.
I look up, and nod firmly.
"Yes. It's the main reason why I'm working to change the laws of this world to begin with." I say with determination.
The man laughs once more, this time as if he knew something I didn't.
"You don't know enough about the world. That's what Libra told me. You work blindly. Quite blindly. Part of why we are here is to begin your education on the truth of this world. So that you may judge it. And if you choose, change it. For better or worse." the man says seriously.