The God Ages

Chapter 9: The Merciless 7

Finally, I exit the hotel, silence filling the air since my conversation with Jarvis. My focus shifts to breaking into the academy's library, even though it's closed. I zip my jacket as I walk through the dimly lit city, the only sources of light being the flickering lamps scattered along the road. A question lingers in my mind: how does Jarvis know so much about Tempest? He mentioned being sealed for longer than the war. Regardless, I turn around to take a shortcut through an eerie alleyway.

Jarvis: I have a bad feeling about this place. It's producing an... evil aura.

Jarvis's sudden interruption startles me. How can he sense an evil aura? The only thing evil about this alleyway is the lingering scent of garbage, and a couple of dogs sleeping in a cardboard box. I continue to walk through the alley until I stop abruptly. Acting on instinct, I crouch near a green garbage can, attempting to stay hidden from whatever my instincts warn me is dangerous. I hear the sounds of men moaning in pain, as if they are being punished with relentless blows, their cries echoing through the narrow space.

"Please, Spare us Sir Llorient!" An older man shouts out in pain. "We'll do whatever you want!" He cries again.

"Give back the money you stole from us, fuckers." the mysterious man shouts towards the men in a nonchalant voice. His aura is so large that I can feel it from here. I feel shivers down my spine. My guts telling me to run but my legs can't in fear. I glimpse at them for a bit. Sir Llorient seems to be a teenager with blue, short-spiky hair. His large blue eyes tear into the men's hearts, like a lion. But at the end of all that, he's wearing the symbol of the Aleous

Llorient Frost

Magic type: Ice

Rank: A-

I slowly back away, my heart pounding in my chest. I need to get out of here before it's too late. My eyes dart around, searching for a way out. The alleyway seems to be ending up ahead, with no other exit in sight. I swallow hard, trying to calm my nerves. I can't just abandon these men to whatever fate this man has in store for them.

Mustering up my courage, I take a deep breath and step out of my hiding spot. The man, Llorient, turns his attention towards me, his cold, dark eyes piercing through the darkness. I feel a chill run down my spine, but I refuse to let fear control me. I stand my ground, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

"Who are you?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. "And why are you beating up these poor men?"

Sir Llorient's gaze shifts back to the men he's tormenting. "These men stole money from my leader. They think they can just take what they want and face no consequences. But they're wrong." He delivers each word with a brutal emphasis, as if he's savoring the punishment he's dishing out.

I glance at the men again, seeing their bruised and bloodied faces. My sympathy for them is overshadowed by the realization that I need to act quickly. I can't let Sir Llorient realize that I'm eavesdropping on his plans.

Sir Llorient turns back to me, his eyes narrowing. "Anyways, You think you can just waltz in here and interfere?" He takes a step towards me, towering over me. I can feel the power radiating from him, the malicious intent behind his words.

I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just want to understand what's going on. Maybe there's another way to resolve this situation without resorting to violence."

For a moment, Sir Llorient seems to consider my words. Then, with a snarl, he dismisses my suggestion. "There's only one way to deal with thieves like these. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it." He smiles at the men, who look horrified back.

I know I can't change his mind, not without risking my own safety. I need to find a way to escape and warn the lampers about this dangerous man. I start to back away, searching for a way out of the alley.

As I move, Sir Llorient's gaze follows me. The men he's been tormenting continue to moan in pain, their cries echoing through the narrow space. I reach the end of the alley, realizing that my only escape route is blocked by a high wall.

I turn back to Sir Llorient, desperation in my eyes. "Please, don't do this. There must be another way."

He just laughs, a chilling sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Another way? There is only one way to deal with those who steal from me. And I will always choose the most painful path."

I know I can't reason with him, not when he's so consumed by his rage and desire for vengeance. I have to act quickly, before he decides to unleash his wrath on the men and me.

I spot a narrow gap between two buildings, just wide enough for me to squeeze through. I take a deep breath, mustering up every ounce of courage I have, and make my move.

As I dart towards the gap, Sir Llorient lunges at me, his fists clenched. I barely manage to dodge his attack, feeling the searing pain of his strikes on the walls and ground around me. I push myself harder, my adrenaline pumping as I reach the gap.

I squeeze through the tight space, scraping my skin and clothes against the rough edges. I glance back for a moment, seeing Sir Llorient's nonchalant expression. He smirks at me before finally speaking.

"You'll be a fun catch." Then, I force myself to turn away, knowing that I can't afford to look back.

I stumble out of the alley, gasping for air. My heart is pounding, my body aching from the narrow escape. I know I can't let Sir Llorient find me. I need to warn them about the danger im in.

As I hurry down the street, I can't help but wonder about the fate of the men trapped in the alley. I vow to myself that I won't let their suffering be in vain. I'll do everything in my power to bring Sir Llorient to justice and save the men from his wrath. After a while of running, I stop, panting. I believe that he's far away from me. But I can never be so sure. Hey Jarvis, who was that?

Jarvis: Like I said, Llorient Frost. Want me to do a background check on him?

"Yes, conduct the background check. It would be highly beneficial." After waiting for some time and resting against the hard brick wall, Jarvis finally provides the information.

Jarvis: Llorient Frost is from the Arctic kingdom of Alujia. He comes from a royal family over there but was kicked out due to being part of scandals. He joined the Aelous for revenge and became one of the Merciless 7 due to his potential.

"What are the Merciless seven?" I whisper.

Jarvis: The Merciless seven are a notorious group of assassins within the Aelous organization. They're known for their brutal efficiency and loyalty to the cause. Each member of the group has a unique set of skills and abilities, making them a formidable force.The Merciless Seven have been active for decades, and their reach extends far beyond the borders of their home country, Alujia. They operate in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of those who dare to cross them. Their name alone is enough to instill a sense of dread in those who know of their existence. They work for one Majin Lee, one of the 7 evil monarchs.

"Wow, he must be strong, isn't he?" I start walking back home, being careful just in case I spot Llorient again. "This really is not good."

Aelous' base

Four of the seven Merciless Seven are gathered around a table in a quiet room, accompanied by Majin Lee. The air is tense as they discuss their next move. Suddenly, Iron Fist speaks up, breaking the silence. Rank-A, magic: Iron.