The Legend of Lady Sierra.

Chapter 9:Reiner misses you.

This time back to Reiner, who is lying on the bed comfortably as he has his body facing the right side of the bed. Right now, his mind is thinking of Sophia. As he remembers how she smiled to him, be the face that he would wake up to for the weekend mornings. It’s a Monday, the only reason why Reiner has issues with Mondays is because it would be when Sophia leaves his house. He kept thinking how on the weekends Sophia would be with him, usually cooking him breakfast or preparing his suit.

Working with Thibault, means that Reiner must be a gentleman in a suit, as Thibault’s Cavailer, Reiner is required to be armed to the teeth, to wear a scarf with the lion’s skull. Reiner would have to equip himself with at least his signature Five SeveN pistol which is a keepsake given to him by Thibault for combat use and he would at least have access to an Assault Rifle which or an LMG in any car that Thibault would be present in.

Reiner thinks again, remembering the look in the eyes of the Klein family when he killed them. Thibault’s trusted men, who turned on him due to baseless accusations and rumours. They attacked Reiner as they believed he is the son of Thibault, yet they hurt his family. Thibault, gave the order for the Barnier’s to not touch Reiner and those Reiner kills are traitors. Establishing such an authority, obviously had given Reiner the chance to do what he does best.

Right now, he’s looking at the clock. Watching the hands move about as it reads ‘4.31’ in the middle of the morning. Roughly a couple hours away from dawn, Reiner gets up as he could see an armoured knight shouldering a halberd with a hood covering its face.

“Did…. I wake you?” Black asks Reiner, Reiner shakes his head.

“I woke up on my own.” Reiner says as he scratches his head, feeling his buzzcut’s sharp sides.

“Another.. Rough night?” Black asks as Reiner hears his armour rattling when he turns to face Reiner.

“I suppose.” Reiner says as he opens the door to his living room, making his way to the front of the balcony with his feet dragging on the floor. The price of what happens when memories decide to flood in, when he thinks about Sophia. This is part of the reason why it’s hard, why it can be devastating to love someone. Reiner struggles to even stand, it seems that his feet want to break as he kneels down by the balcony, looking out through the railings. The gaps in between are reminiscent to the times when he had allowed himself to be held captive by other gangs as a result of protecting Thibault.

“An old prison window huh?” Reiner whispers to himself, then hearing Black’s armour clattering to his direction, seemingly holding a bottle of whiskey.

“I… Had seen this… As an act by humans who… Wish to comfort their partners.” Reiner smiles to Black, while his eyes slowly redden and a tear streaming down his left cheek.

“Thank you. It’s thoughtful.” Black nods, giving Reiner the bottle as he downs it quickly. Then putting the bottle aside, the burning sensation of the whiskey helped his senses to numb a bit, letting Reiner get the coldness of his heart and his mind to just take a break for a moment. Letting Reiner breathe, letting him feel less tired and less lethargic.

“That’s the first time, I’ve seen you drink so quickly.” Reiner looks at a muscular figure wearing a tank top with a cow skull on his head.

“I know, Taurus but when my nights get messed up this is just something I do.” Taurus shakes his head as he stands by the raillings with his elbows resting on it.

“It isn’t unsightly for you to see your Pactmakers this way.” Reiner says as he looks aside, seeing the neon signboards showing their extreme brightness and the number of signboards make it seem like a show of lights that blind him, probably an attempt by Reiner to try and be blind for a bit. He must be tired of always seeing colour in life.

“Who am I to judge my Pactmaker for his emotions? Emotions have always been a double edged sword. You’ve always fought valiantly because of all that rage and sadness within you. Fighting so hard for other human beings who forget what it means to be alive. Fighting for people who do not know the value of life until tragedies strike them.” Taurus says as he sets his gaze upon the world below, with admiration Taurus observes how humans have made these sky scrapers, these mechanical objects known as cars and such.

“I am sorry, for your loss. My master. I cannot help you with this, as these pangs that you have, it is not something a demon nor angels can heal for that matter. You miss her greatly, and she is constantly on your mind. There is nothing wrong with that, as she brought you the resolve to fight so no one else loses what you lost. So no other man, must hear the voice of his love who is dying slowly and painfully. No other man should ever know what it feels like to hear the love of their life dying right before them and are powerless. To prevent it.” Taurus’s words ring into Reiner’s mind as a smile creeps on his face, knowing that he had truly lost Sophia but it makes him fight harder to ensure no other being will go through the same fate.

“She is. Sophia has always been there. I just… I… I’ve killed men in the past, I reap what I sow. For me to lose someone, it is the price of… What my work was.” Reiner states these facts calmly while seeing Black bringing a bottle of gin to him.

“Thank you.” Black nods as he stands by the sliding door.

“I… I wish… I.. Could assist you… I… Am slow… Not.. Good with such… Matters.” Black’s words of sincerity and kindness, Reiner could not help but smile at such thought. Reiner’s tears fall, to which Black and Taurus, by instinct wipe his tears for him with their fingers.

“Sometimes… I realize I have two brothers who are called demons, but.. you are like family to me, just as Monty and Jane are.” The two demons laugh as they nod to him.

“I am honoured, to be called a brother by you.” Taurus tells him with a bow.

“Me… Me.. Too.” Black says happily while keeping his halberd aside.

“Thank you, for keeping me company in this cold, sorrowful night.” Reiner tells them, then making his way to his workshop, making more roses from paper for the students and some wooden roses for the lecturers.