Creatures of the Light

Sixth Light

Sixth LightCreatures of the Light

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##### Sixth Light #####

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Those sinister eyes, lurking in the dark

Chanting your name

Letting you know that

You can not tame evil

“We need to get the prince secured,” Caraven says to me, his eyes still focusing on the sleeping Lucious. “We can not allow Lucious to harm the body of the prince, so we must make sure that he stays asleep until we figure out how we can keep him away from danger.”

“We can not let him roam around freely, of course. He almost raped me. What do you think he will do to the other maids around the palace if we let him do what he wants? We have to put him in a closed place,” I suggest.

Caraven turns his gaze to me with that, looking down at what Lucious has done to me. “I’m sorry about this. I should have come with you. But we can not keep him in a prison or a cage. He is a prince, and he has not done anything wrong yet.”

“So what? Are you just going to let Lucious slide his way around?” I rise from the bed and grab his collar. “Because I do not think I will be able to hold myself from attacking him in a damageable way if he tries to do something to me again, or even any other innocent women.”

One side of his robe that I am wearing slides down because of how wide it is, exposing the creamy skin on my shoulder. Caraven eyes linger on it. His hand reaches up to it to grab the sleeve of the robe and pulls it back on place.

“I can see why he could not restrain himself back then. You have grown into a beautiful woman, Arsene. Although I am slightly confused with your appearance. The last time I checked, the Noirmelns can not change their hair or eye color for the good of family traits.”

“There was an accident. I got too carried away and let my guard down,” I say sadly.

“Was it an exchange potion that caused your change?” Caraven assumes.

“Yes. You can tell?”

“Well, that is the only way how you can change your appearance for real, or you can use a charm. But since I can not see you wearing any, or even anything to cover yourself before, I think I can scratch the second option.”

I can not help but feel panicked at his remark about seeing me in nothing. So he has seen me....

Caraven walks to Lucious and puts his hand in front of Lucious’ face, making a blue pentagram appears on midair. He is creating a spell to make sure that Lucious stays asleep. The pentagram is moving its locks and pulling a key out from its living imagery, sealing the spell.

“How about keeping him in this room? We can create a barrier around the outside to make sure that he can not escape?” he asks.

“That sounds like a good idea to me,” I say.

The two of us walk out of the room, making sure that the windows and doors are all closed before he puts a barrier around the room. The barrier stretches widely around the room, glowing blue like waving pure sea water. It is beautiful to the eyes, and I can not help but stare.

Caraven is a blue wizard. His element is water. He can control it, create it, and even let it allow him to breathe underwater. He has been working as Lelouch’s secretary ever since Lelouch was born. He was appointed directly by the king himself, if I am not wrong. And those things make him not only powerful when it comes to magic, but also in politics.

“There is no need to question the obvious, but since you are not speaking, I might want to wonder whether you can help me with my current state or not,” I open my mouth as we walk to wherever Caraven is guiding me to.

He laughs at my obviousness, but he is soon stunned when my new personality decides to show up.

“So, can you please help me?” I walk right in front of him and ask, batting my eyes in pure curiosity.

“Arsene, if I don’t know any better, I might as well think that you are flirting with me,” he says with a teasing tone, something gleaming in those stone grey eyes of his through those spectacles, before suddenly his expression turns into a serious one. “You should be careful, though. The Blancorts are known for their irresistible charm. You should control this charm of yours before you get yourself into trouble,” he suggests me.

I look away immediately, making sure that I do not make any contact like how Banri has suggested to him.

“It is not like I am not aware of it at all. Valline has warned me about this, but I just can not seem to get a grab on these changes. I tried so hard, but it feels as if someone just stole my soul and put it inside a new body. I know that this is still me and my body, but I just can not feel the same anymore. None of my original powers are working. My emotion is a wreck. And I do not feel like myself at all when it comes to using any of my abilities. Everything is gone and replaced by the shape I am now, and I am slowly breaking from the inside,” I exclaim frustratedly as I clenched my fists in defeat, tears once again rolling out from my eyes easily. “I can’t control this....” I say in a breaking voice, my fists are starting to let go as I reveal myself to be weaker by the minute.

Caraven lifts his hand, debating with himself whether to calm me with his touch or not, before retreating it because he knows better than to make a move on a married wizard.

I want to stare right back at him, to let him know that I am stronger than this, like how I usually do when I find myself hurt or in a huge mess. But I know that I can not do that in this state. So I try to fight this urge so hard, because I do not want to cause even a bigger problem.

I can feel his eyes staring down at me, either in pity or underestimation, making it harder to focus on anywhere but him. If I snap just for a split second, he will be staring back not at me, but at an angel of seduction. A Blancort can create that effect on other beings, and I do not want to charm someone that I do not want to make him fall for me.

I have to keep my control on.

Valline trusts me.

“I can still feel the pull even when you are not looking directly at me, Arsene, so I think it is pointless for you to refuse looking right at me,” I can hear Caraven says from beside me.

“Are you sure? I do not want to do something that I might regret later on just because of mere words,” I grunt. Or at least, I try to. Every word that comes out right from these lips is nothing but melodious seduction of an innocent girl.

“If this makes you feel better, I must admit that I have this urge to kiss you, even I know that I should not even think about it. But the facial expression that you are showing is just way too devoid that I can not help but having this clamorously. And you are not even looking right at me at the moment.”

I gasp by his honesty. His words are just too much that I can not help but wrap my hands around my body, feeling really distressing.

“This is not helping at all,” I say, turning my back on him and has stopped following him.

“I’m sorry if my words are giving you the opposite perception. But if you are still interested, I think I might be able to help you in changing yourself back to normal.”

“Why can’t you just say it here, then?”

“Because what I am about to tell you is considered as a classified information.”

His voice sounds heavier when he says those words. I understand right away and follow him obediently, walking through a door that seems to be leading into his private office.

The room is mostly with transparent glasses and blue crystals. Other than that, the wall is covered in this big aquarium, which also occupies the ceiling and the floor. Various fish and other sea creatures are living inside of this aquarium, no matter what the size is.

Just in cue, three little mermaids swim forward, welcoming us as we enter the room newly lit room. Their tails are each in pink, blue and purple colors ─ oriflammes that suit little cute beings like them. They look just like normal human toddlers, except for the part that their hair colors are unusually colorful to the eyes and the fact that they have silky scale covered tails. Their tails can even glow when the light catches them in reflection.

“Welcome back, Papa,” the triplets say at the same time. “We miss you,” they cooed.

But of course Caraven is not their real biological father. As far as I am concerned, he is not yet married, single, and still not in any relationship that I know of, even for the past dozens of years that I have not met him since. He is just the type that is simply too devoted to his job to even bother with women.

Caraven just adopted the mermaid toddlers when one day he discovered three little mermaid babies being abandoned in one of the shores near the castle. He took pity on them and decided to bring them into his care. Though indeed, that is just the information that I heard. It could be true, or it could be not.

“I miss you too, my little girls.” He smiles a sincere smile, which I believe he will only show only to them or Lelouch. “Have you been good while I was not around? Did you cause any trouble?”

“Of course not, Papa,” the three beam at the same time. “We ate and cleaned up just like how you asked us to do.”

“That’s good,” he approves.

“By the way, Papa, who is the pretty lady that is standing behind you?” they all chant at the same time in curiosity.

Caraven looks away from the aquarium and rests his gaze at me. “She, my children, is a black wizard.”

“But, she does not look like one, Papa,” the pink one says.

“Yes. I remember when you thought us about wizards. They have specific traits. And she does not look like a black wizard at all,” her sister, the blue one adds.

“Does she possess dark powers?” the purple one asks wonderingly.

“Now, now, calm down, my children. One question at a time, please. You know that I can not answer all of you all together,” Caraven tries to calm them down.

I approach them soundlessly, causing my shadow to smother their sights.

“Hello, there. Let me introduce myself. My name is Arsene Noirmelns. I believe that your father must have thought you a thing or two about my family, since he is after all the strict type,” I smile at them as they nod in approval. “I am indeed a black wizard. And I used to possess the darkest powers that this world can provide, until recently....” I linger with sadness.

“Why? What happened to you?” the purple mermaid asks me.

My eyes narrow into the water inside the aquarium as I remember all the mistakes I have done, to let lose even for a couple of minutes by drinking that potion dripped liquid without even suspecting anything, and resulting my current condition right now. If only all of those mistakes can be drowned by the water....

But before my thoughts can wonder too deeply, Caraven shoves me to the side, pushing me towards another door.

“Children, I believe that this is a very sensitive topic for Arsene right now. I need to speak to her privately in my bedroom. So if you please excuse us, I will be back right away in no time. You girls please play together while I talk to Arsene in the meantime, okay?”

“Yes, Papa,” they answer obediently all together, not even asking any more questions as I hear the door is closing behind us.

Caraven sighs before looking at my direction. I stay emotionless until I can speak again.

“So, what is it that you wanted to tell me about the exchange potion?”

Caraven takes a sit on his bed, his legs parted and his elbows resting on them, allowing his chin to be supported by his linked fingers. His eyes are staring on the carpet below his feet.

“There is a way to change you back. And I know that you are aware of this as well, but you have to read the history book of the Blancort. It is the only way that you can gather the mission pieces of the information.”

“If it were possible, I would have stood right in front of you in my original form, Caraven. I thought you are smarter than that.”

“Did something happen?”

“The culprit who made me into looking like this,” I gesture myself, “Jullie Blancort, has performed a spell that allowed all of the evidence and leads about the exchange potion to be completely whipped out of the surface of this world. I can not head the history book, because it has been destroyed as well. And no one in their family is old enough to even remember the contents of the book. No one has touched it for centuries now.”

“I regret that it happened, Arsene, I really do. But you must know that there is also another way out of this.”

My eyes are widening by his words as I stare at him in shock. Then I crawl on the ground and kneel right in front of him, not even caring that it is improper for a lady to do so.

“What is it?” I ask, desperation clearly echoing in my voice.

Caraven closes his eyes, as if he is in pain, before opening them again. The pain never leaves his eyes, though. Then, he exhales deeply, before answering.

“You have to die.”