Death Games
The poet

“Welcome, Your Highness,” welcome Lascarzio Hybrida. Whether he was insulting or flattering Aza, no one could interpret his gaze.

Maximus' son just passed him. Until finally on the stairs his figure crossed with Revtel.

“Congratulations, because it has become the official empusa.”

In fact, Aza Ergo did not return the handshake outstretched in front of him. Makes people squint at his arrogance.

“What do you think of him? Trempusa,” asked Orion suddenly.

“True too, he's one nation with me huh,” the shrivelled son of Revos who was staring at the door of Azkandia's room began to close.

“Merlindia (witch) with red thread. Even he is younger than us, but in fact his figure is very terrible.”

Trempusa agreed with Orion.

However, a different atmosphere was displayed by Kers. He was lying in his room, staring at the ceiling with a blank look.

Occasionally touching his chest, recalling the events that had killed him.

“Actually, who am I?” But suddenly, his eyes turned to the side. He found Blerda Sirena there, without being able to notice her presence. “You, what are you doing here?”

“My maintenance vibrates when I see your figure.”

Kers also squinted his eyes to hear his chatter. “Omong blank what are you talking about?”

“The aroma of your body is also different compared to before. So dark and thick to behold those blessed with unusual abilities.”

Edge Kers, just stood up suddenly and opened the door of his room. “Out.”

Surprisingly, Blerda laughed softly at it. “In Hadesia, we study the history of nations. But not everything is told to us. There's one book with an unusual sign in a place that shouldn't be.”

Finished saying that, Blerda also left from there. It caused a sour face from Kers when he saw it.

I don't know what it means to say it all, but what is certain is that his figure is clearly curious. And without a doubt, the night he went to the place mentioned.

Library, the door's locked. There was no way to get inside and somehow the students were not allowed to go to him.

Of course, causing curious Kers due to the figure of Blerda who can know the contents in it.

“What are you doing here?”

Gasped. But his expression was normalized. Seen by him, the figure of Azkandia was standing there. In the boy's hand was a stone of a fist for nothing.

“I want to go inside.”

“So?” his steps also tried to ignore him.

“Can you please open it for me?”

Aza smiled, slowly approached and touched the doorknob. Surprising Hydragel Kers as a result of being melted suddenly.

“You,” the lyrics don't believe. However, for some reason Aza raised her hand and pointed a finger at her own lips as a sign of their silence.

Kers said nothing but went inside. Of course the magma controller checked it.

He was curious about the room that the disciples could not touch in Hadesia.

“Blood aroma,” murmured Kers suddenly. His hand slowly touched one of the books there.

“The ancient history of the half-God nation,” murmured while throwing it towards Aza.

Of course, Maximus' son burned him without a doubt. Making Kers squint at his crazy stunt.

But he chose to ignore. Given the purpose of coming here to look for something Blerda said.

Until finally his feet passed an old closet with strange knickknacks in it.

Hands that dry with skin are still perfectly attached. The five eyeballs were completely black, neatly stored in a glass bottle. Long fangs belong to no one. Deer horns are also unicorns behind glass displays. And even more strangely, there was a headless body wrapped in bright red clothes emblazoned real there.

It is not clear whether it belongs to a woman or a man. Kers and Aza both frowned at the puzzled look. Moreover, the hand of the corpse folded to the chest showed a knife carving but formed an ancient letter on the surface.

And his eyes caught a broken book inside. There is no cover as an early decorator, except for a strange picture forming one eye surrounded by lily.

Without a doubt Kers took it. But when he touched it, his heart jolted and dropped it suddenly.

The trembling in his extraordinary hands was stared at in bewilderment by Aza next to him. The boy picked it up. Surprisingly, he felt nothing.

He thrust it towards Kers who was still silently looking at his palm.

“This is what you are looking for?”

“Yes. How're you? What are you looking for already found?” askalanya.

But, Aza just shook her head. “I'm just curious,” slowly touched a headless corpse in plain sight. “This original body.”

Kers also held it. And a strange sensation penetrated into the soul. “Cindaku,” murmured suddenly.

“How did you know?”

Hydra boy did not answer. Slowly his hands moved to unclothed it and watched what ancient letters were engraved on the body of the corpse.

“By condemning the Gods, at the expense of all, we offer death as a form of hatred to them. Under Helga Nevaeh's helping hand, in the wise majesty of the Titan Kronos, all the perverts sing for the sake of resurrection in the land of destruction of the heavenly emperor. Carving a promise in blood for the sake of the slaughter of the Gods and worshippers, promise me the sacrifice of Hadesia.”

Jerked. Both gasp. Finished reading that, Kers's vision blurred suddenly. He touched the head due to perceived oddity. Slowly silence crept into his ear and a voice called out to him.

“Yang Termulia.”

“Kers,” call Aza while touching her arm. Surely it managed to eliminate the strangeness that befell Kers and restore his consciousness. “Let's go,” take him and then re-justify the clothes from the dead body that turns out to be the woman in front of him.

The boy's hand was drawn through a road that the hydra boy never knew. Entering a fireplace and finding a secret door behind a wall.

Both of them vanished by leaving a single trace on the library door. That is the doorknob that has been destroyed by magma.

“How can you know there is a secret passage here?”

“How can you know the meaning of that ancient sentence?”

Kers fell silent, and turned his eyes. His eyes also looked at the book that Aza had brought. Slowly take it to open there.

“Maiestas deorum (The Glory of the Gods)” muttered Aza when he saw the title listed. Kers just took a quick glance at it. The place was quite dark but somehow the eyes of both of them could read clearly.

‘The sky echoed, the land trembled, the sky went silent watching nirvana before the eyes. Until the sky god Uranus, the Earth Goddess Gaia, shed blood on the twelve Titans in the beauty of heaven. But fear enveloped the universe, the ancient prophecy spoke, Kronos the King vented suspiciously at his bloodline. Rea with lies left mala petaka as a symbol of the destroyer of his heart. The gods of heaven sang under Zeus's weapon on the throne.

The devotees, carving the pulse in the chanting of the pervert, became a symbol of majesty and also rebellion.

In a great war, the earth weeps for destruction and the owners of power bathe the land in horror.

The blood of tears, the cry of pain, body and soul, anger and ambition, speak in the five great abilities of the Noble Destroyer.

But the faithful still raised their hands and reverberated for them. Vile whispers split the beauty with various cracks.

Ambrosia, the food of the Gods.

The symbol of pleasure and destruction. Thirteen Noble, ten ropes three traitors.

Forgive me, all my dear love in my hands.

The edge, Orpheus and also our verse.’

That's the content of the book that dominates the picture.  

Aza Ergo chuckled as to what it meant. Of course it invites a strange glance from Kers.

And the book was slowly dropped hydra's son. “Completed and finished trash,” shrewd the magma controller.

“Thank you for helping me open the door,” Kers slowly left it.

“Cindaku,” said Aza suddenly. “According to ancient myths, is one of the perverts in the world of Guide. Like the worst villain who wiped out the phoenix. What response? Hydragel Kers.”

It was strange to hear Aza calling her name. “What do you want to say?”

“The ancient amulet on the body of the corpse as well as Hadesia. What do you think is really here?”

Kers turned back to approach him. Aza's face was touched and stopped near her eyes. “I don't know and it's none of my business.”

While in front of the library, Azakhel Nerea the great teacher of the human race gasped to witness the reality in front of him.

The shattered door handle and without a doubt the library entered. Where his eyes were fixed on the cupboard in the corner of the room and found something missing.

Book by the poet, Orpheus.

“Sial!” he cursed and went from there. Heading to Remus Eterno's room to wake him up. He was the supreme leader of Hadesia.

On one side Blerda stared calmly at the arrival of Kers into his room. The girl sitting by the window tilted her head.

“What is your purpose in telling me about the book?”

The girl smiled and moved her hand. It was as if gripping the air while grinning at the end of his actions.

“Four creatures belonging to the Gods are now frightened.”

“Hah?”

“Among all, they whisper unsettled.”

“You're like a poet in that ugly book.”

Blerda laughed softly. “Because siren descendant of the author.”

Kers was also flinched. “Oh? So that's why you told me? You should have said that to Revtel, because he's a nerd.”

Blerda ignored his words and chose to reveal what was on his mind.

“Siren, harpist figures. His beautiful voice made the gods admire him. Beautiful physique to be in the ocean, but dreaming can fly through the clouds. Carve a promise with the Titan and get help from the King of darkness. Seizing a beauty that is not worthy of being held. They were bleeding for desecrating the help of the three Noble. Whaddya think? The story.” 

“A interesting story. And I'm tired of hearing it.”

But strangely Blerda actually laughed softly.

“Three noblest, take price for their affection. The split that occurred encouraged sealing in the self. Thrones on thrones banished, lives in heaven exiled. They are reborn in the blood of dissidents who tarnish honor. Who do you think it is?”

Hydra boy is silent. His eyes began to press. I don't know why his hands were clenched so tightly.

“Hidea is the real witness.”

“Interesting,” murmured Kers suddenly. “You speak as if you know everything, but decide reality all of a sudden. I don't know what you want through your fairy tale, so stop bothering me with your silly verses.”

And he chose to leave Blerda Sirena's room.

“If my guess is correct, then I will understand the fear of my four pets to you. Hydragel Kers from hydra.”

 The sentence that was with the boy at a glance before leaving also invited his sour gaze. No more talks with Blerda.

He is not stupid and knows exactly what he means. If the siren girl accuses him of being one of the noblest sealed to the Hydra nation.

Instantly, the memories of the past disturbed him. Will say a broken-faced figure accompanied by two previous doberman dogs.

“Am I indeed one of the Noblest?” ogre. A feeling of sadness enveloped Hydragel Kers. Where the mother's face was shadowing her suddenly. Mentioning his figure is his beloved biological child.

Tears also fell to the cheeks, as a representation of the heart if he was overwhelmed with loneliness.

And at that very moment, in fact outside the dormitory an uproar was occurring. The master teachers were looking for an intruder figure into the library. Tell who is the criminal who has melted the handle and take the book of Orpheus the poet.

After all, the guests of the empusa or all the disciples should not know the reality that was in their training ground.

If Hadesia is a forbidden place and also a sacrifice for the perverts who adore the Titan.

“How? Has the culprit been found?”

“No. But we can be sure that the suspect lives with us.”

“Killing Helgida is also Romario, even stealing the book, this is really inexcusable,” annoyed Quisea Sirena.

Remus Eterno, meanwhile, was silent on Azakhel and Quisea's talk.

“We can't trace his tracks. What if we just let go of the monster? We don't need any trouble slaughtering everything.”

Azakhel's call made Remus Eterno sigh slowly. “The Elgo Bridge is not an easy opponent.”

“But the monster is definitely not his match. However he is a feared pervert like Reygan Cottia.”

The two master teachers who were listening also glanced in shock at the fellow. “Do not mention his name, because we are too dirty to call him,” interrupted Remus who made Azakhel smile awkwardly to him.

“Then we have to how?” ask the lady from the siren.

It seemed to him, that Remus Eterno who was his countrymen was thinking hard. “Do patrols every hour, anyone who wanders just kill,” his orders.

“Even if it's King empusa?”

He looked at Azakhel who was speaking. “He will be gone any minute, if suspicious then you guys know what to do.”

The two master teachers in front of him also nodded in understanding.

But in fact, the figure of Aza Ergo was watching the scene outside the window with an unusual body condition.

The horns on the head, the golden eyes were like the snake's neutrals and also the scales on his face became embellishments on the self. There were wings that did not bloom on his back. And a long tail with barbed crystals at the ends.  

His figure who looked at meu also had a similar gaze to someone across there.

A little older than him, a redhead with a light tattoo on his face. It was Laravell Axadion Ergo who was highly anticipated by him.