A handsome young man with long black raven-colored hair that reached his back, pale snow-white complexion, and sparkling purple eyes that were nocturnal in nature, plainly not human, could be seen under the tapestry of stars and moonlight, that flooded the night sky in all directions possible.
He wore a fancy but also expensive-looking suit, with black trousers beautifully ironed; and a black long-sleeve shirt, with white gloves on both hands; a crystal monocle on his left eye, a large black and white top hat on his head, and a black and orange cane in his hand, meanwhile, he wore a black leather shoe that was neatly polish.
The man was clearly of a higher social class, but anybody could notice the lifeless and icy expression on his face.
This man was once known as a hero, a sage, and a lolimancer; perhaps he still is; but it had been eons since he had put that to the test; regardless, the man had a story to tell, of course, it was clear he had a horrible tendency of monologuing to himself, as he continues to talk to himself as he walks to side of the eery pave road, street light flickering, and car passing by every now and again, ignoring his presence.
And that man was chatting to himself in a hushed monotone.
"Time, it is defined as the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. "
"It holds the tapestry of memory that one carries with them throughout their entire life." But, when you think about it, time is nothing more than a memory that fades with each passing second... thus, what are memories really?... well one may say that memories are the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information."
"But, in my defense, memories are simply things remembered from the past; a recollection, if you will." But it is something I regard as unimportant, and yet it is the only thing I can never forget no matter how much time passes, agh yes, how could I; after all, if you are anything like me, forgetting is never an option... No! It is better to say that I am not allowed to forget."
"Why, you may ask? Well, in five words: Authority of Greed: Vinculum Mentis." It's Latin for mental prison; a straightforward and easy name, but when in Latin, it adds a level of originality to it."
"What this authority of mine does is rather simple; it allows me to never forget anything, no matter how hard I try" I could always and I will always remember everything in great detail, even the most insignificant details; because this authority stagnates all knowledge in the brain, so once I know, I will never forget what I know."
"Heheh... now that I think about it, I am a man cursed with abilities that can never truly be overpowered, and I used to despise it." But now; I take great pride in this weakness in a messed up way; additionally, I was never meant to be the main character, no I was always the support guy, the ultimate side character, or maybe an abnormal extra, well it doesn't matter what I am, as far as the world is concerned, I am nothing more than a legend or myth that is ever changing as time passes."
"My current name is Pleiades, just Pleiades; my formal name was Natsuki Subaru, but I also go by several names I drop as time progresses." But the immortal sage is the one I am most famous for, short and to the point; immortality is my specialty, and a affliction I will never completely escape."
"Authority of Envy: Return by Death, which was an ability I hadn't used in ten thousand years, give or take, because how could it activate it when the Authority of Lust: Me Ante Omnia is always passively active; Me Ante Omnia is Latin for Myself Before All." A power I gained after Satella made her last wish before she died in the last battle against Pandora; it was also my last death; the power itself is essentially a representation of that promise, the promise that I would live for her even after her death; it is essentially the power to instantly transform all forms of damage and attacks to null, from physical to conceptual, and even buffs cannot reach me."
"With that said, even age, sickness, mental depression, and afflictions are viewed as nothing more than attacks to my own body, so I stop aging at the age of twenty-one.... and although I may sound depressed, I am not." I just like to think about the past; after all, it's the only remnant or semblance of what it means to be human that I have left; in terms of personality, I am more like a witch of sin, if not worse; I know this, but I don't care."
"All in all, I am what you may call a warlock, a genuine calamity of the old world, a being that transcends the norm; I am no Satella, nor am I envy; no I like to call myself the Forgotten Sage; I am not known, I am not remember, and I am alone, and yet I am at peace, or more like I simply cant register the extent of my lonliness in a genuine sense, Lust has change me in the most fuck up way possible; in a ironic way, I am sick, sicker than anyone else, I am mentally numb, but my authorty begs to differ that notions, it is quite ironic in a mess up way."
"And yet, even that doesn't move me; even now, I have no idea where I'm going; my journey is wherever my legs take me.... *sigh!* that is a lie of course; but as things stand now, I know exactly where I'm going; but I don't want to think about it, and yet I did." Yes, I was on my way to Lugnica, or that is what it was known to me at the time, currently, it is called Altchare."
Pleiades said as he talk to himself; the night was late; and the moon rise at the epicenter of the sky itself, it was midnight, and it wouldnt be long before he reach Lug.... Altchare; home of the sword saint linage, which was still ongoing. And currenly speaking it was the youngest son of the Astrea family who now rule as king of Alchare; Ren Van Astrea.
And he was correct because the sound of fireworks drew his attention as he stood at the top of a vast hill on the road to Alchare. There he could hear the sound of vehicles, music, and joint events of a populated kingdom disappearing into the distance while big clouds of smoke could be seen in the sky; of course, this was due to large factories. When compared to magical inventions, the globe has advanced into the age of steam power technology, signaling the age of the industrial revolution of the world.
Pleiades had a numb expression on his face as he saw the sight before him; no expression, much less emotion, was visible. However, his memories of his past lingered in remarkable detail.
At that moment Pleiades could only say one thing, as he whispered to himself.
"Im home everyone."