BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 162

Uh. I came back here, Jose thought.

He saw purplish glitches in the sky, but there was no sound of thunder. The leaves sway without the wind. The world was so silent and dark, as if the surface of the sky was covered in deadly black ash the entire earth. He saw the cold glowing spirit balls filling the forest.

There was no physical body, nor was there any sensation he felt. Jose felt himself as if he were one with that cold nature. Perhaps the current form was also the same as all the things around it, only a cold lander floated in the air.

He didn't see Dave. Nor did he find his uncles or entourage on Mount Bjork. Sacred Mountain of Bjork, Jose remembered that designation. The mountain that became the grave of the ancient people. The trees are their gravestones. Jose felt something was watching him. Something very ancient, very ancient. Something cold and thoughtful. It was like watching him with judgment, like waiting for an opportunity to judge him.

Slowly but surely, the psychic drone that had terrorized him again he could feel, although now not too disturbing. His voice was like the wings of thousands of bees flying a storm around his head. Jose blinked, and found himself somewhere else, in another age.

A honey-brown girl was running past his gaze, writhing spoiled on the arm of a golden-blonde man. Jose recognized the hair. He recognized the big smile on the man's face.

That's Sir William. But the girl with him was not Arabella.

He shifted his gaze, and saw sigil circles scattered, followed by blood rain and a series of events from different places and times. It was like being in a sephian colored dream. He saw the people—six people who were suffering. The faces of all of them were different, but they were in the exact same situation: bound by dark shadows twisting like an octopus, which forced them all to dwell on the magic circle and perish.

Then Arabella appeared in pieces of memory. Jose was like watching a collage of photos displayed in front of his face. It sees fragments of events in cinematic prowess, as well as clear views of the ring sun in several places and times. The voices were heard disappearing, then the rush of energy appeared in wave after wave that was buzzing like a bee. In the midst of all that roar, other voices were mixed together, talking together like hundreds of people had said.

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The voices whispered together, the voice he missed. Jose feels a strange longing explosion take hold of him. The voice was exactly what he had heard when he was in the reading room, now his tone was commanding, urgent.

Jose blinked to fight, but was attacked by a psychic wave that made him nauseous.

don't refuse

don't reject us

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thank us, do the order

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Jose understands now. He understands everything. And in his understanding, came also a surge of anger.

Silence, he shouted with all his might without a sound. The silence swallowed his voice. He was thrown into a dark world without light. A world that feels comfortable and makes her sleepy, somehow makes her remember the womb of a mother. So warm. So sleepy. But Jose fought back as much as he could.

My name is Jose Argent!

No one can rule me!

If anyone wants help, get on your knees and beg!

¡u

Again, Jose felt his soul being slammed roughly into his body. He choked, took a deep breath, then choked again, just like a newborn. He even wanted to cry. His lungs hurt. Head hurts. Bones hurt.

"I swear Jose," said a voice trembling, "if you run away again, your hands and feet will be tightened!"

Jose opened his eyes, feeling cold and wet from the flood of sweat. He blinked slowly, the shadows began to form more clearly. "Uncle?" the whispers were hoarse, recognizing Rolan's brown hair and his tapered face. "Dave?"

"Dave is all you think about!" Rolan. He sat on the ground with Jose's head in his lap. The workers surrounded them, lighting the way with torches. Finnian had already run back to the castle to inform him that they had found Jose.

Jose turned slowly left and right, looking for Dave. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his friend had been taken by the workers on a makeshift stretcher made from two bamboo slats and a rope net.

"Can you wake up?" rolan asked worriedly as soon as he saw Jose force himself to rise.

"We have to come back soon" said Jose, still a little drunk with all the dimensional displacement he experienced. Head's dizzy. The world still spins strangely for him. "Mary ... is in danger. Uncle Marco too."

"Me too, Jose! I'm also in danger if you suddenly disappear!" Rolan grumpily replied, helping his nephew walk.

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"My name is Jacob Argent, the first son of the Argent family!" jacob said loudly in front of the human crowd. He opened the gates of his house wide, but alerted the Clearwater people as a living fence behind him. Jacob's hands were folded behind his back, holding a long-running revolver in ready-to-fire condition. "What do you want?"

The humans looked at each other, like they were confused. Then one of the ones behind shouted, "Justice!"

"Honesty!" the other sahut.

"We want our family!"

"Look, I don't know what you mean!" Jacob exclaims. "Who is the action leader? Come on over here and tell me what you mean!"

No one is advancing. They are increasingly shouting about honesty and truth. One rotten egg floated towards Jacob, but was caught quickly by a Clearwater mercenary and thrown back at the culprit. The stench was smelled to the front of the gate.

Jacob raised his hand that was clutching the revolver, firing a bullet into the air. The people in front of him gasped in shock and hurriedly moved backwards, panicking. The one in the front urged backwards, the one in the back panicked at the sound of gunfire but charged forward out of curiosity. In the end some of those people pressed each other and fell, a commotion ensued.

Jacob shot again. A bat fell to his feet. Some of the people in front of the gate ran back, some escaped.

Two shots, that's a sign of getting ready. Clearwater's men prepared their swords. The desing of the sword and the rustling of the metal added to the atmosphere so that it became even more gripping.

"Marquis Argent built Bjork this way" Jacob said coldly. "Shops, entertainment venues, streets, water and windmills, who put them here and there for you to enjoy? And you believe that he also destroyed it by kidnapping people? Did you get the source from a paper that was written by Hubbert, the same guy who wrote the swamp monster fairy tale?"

People whispered to each other. Doubt appears on some faces.

Jacob continued even harder, "Go home! Go home to your warm home, go home to the arms of your children and wives! Whatever is paid to you is not worth the life that will be lost tonight! I can wet the streets with your blood for endangering the Marquis's family!" He took down the revolver, attracting one young child who was brought into the action. He may be twelve years old. The boy let out a horrified scream, his father reaching out to fight, but the Clearwater bodyguard held his neck with the tip of a sword.

"Son," Jacob said as he stroked the boy's black hair. "What's your name?"

"G-Gus, sir."

"Guss." Jacob nodded. He looked back at the humans who were now waiting anxiously for what he would do to the child. "Gus will count down! If in ten seconds you guys don't drop your weapons and go home, I'll assume you're putting up a fight and Clearwater's people here will be allowed to act!" He looked into Gus' wet eyes, whispering, "and they'll start with your father. Now start counting."

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