Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Monochrome skies stretched across Aria Village with rain threatening to fall like tears of a heartbroken man. The air was moist; warm, wet and humid, as the phantom scent of petrichor lingered around the place. The Purgatory District was never the busiest part of the village, but today seemed to be even less active. Perhaps, the weather was too gloomy even for the undead? Certainly, it was the first time she'd seen the district to be very quiet that it almost made her double her defenses. [break][break]
Heels clicked loudly on the asphalt road, resounding in the almost empty streets, as she made her way to the heart of the district. If she had to be honest, this part of the village was her least favorite. While it was true that it offered a sense of belonging, it reeked with the stench of death and that was definitely a loathsome scent... in her book at least. However, there were times when she felt like she's being called towards the place. It was an urge she simply couldn't ignore no matter how much she tried. [break][break]
Under a white veil, scarlet optics narrowed at the horizon as she approached closer to the sector's centermost region. Eyebrows furrowing and lips distorting into a frown upon statue of Thanatos standing at full glory coming into view. Lately, he's been calling quite often with a voice fuller than ever-- the force that was pulling her to the village. Now, Angelique wasn't certain if it was all in her head but the urge always seemed to stop whenever she went to see the damned statue. Despite her denial, his image brought her comfort, after all, he was the one who brought her back to life. She knew very well that he was her god, not Akari.[break][break]
"You have been awfully loud lately," She murmured under her breath upon arriving at the foot of the god. Was it a strange sight to see a woman clad in a priestess' robe talking to the god of death? "You brought me back from the dead only to live in agony and repentance," Her voice was quiet but it was firm, each word filled with emotions and drenched in silent anger "What else do you want?" Looking up to meet his gaze, she was greeted by lifeless eyes seemingly mocking her feelings and everything that she had been through. Her question was answered by silence yet again.[break][break]
An inaudible, deep sigh left her lungs in attempts to compose herself. It had always been like this. He'd call her, she'd answer but he never talked. It was like a trick, a game that tested her patience.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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Dark, rain-bearing clouds hung in the sky, blocking the beautiful azure and the pleasant sunlight. A mild wind flowed through the area, damp air clinging to any wanderer on this gloomy, spring day. There was a certain emptiness to Aria during these days, a majority of citizens quietly proceeding in their work as they awaited the forecasted rain to arrive. However, compared to the varying districts in Aria, the purgatory district remained the most motionless and silent. Ironically, the area possessed a rather ghost-town vibe considering a majority of undead creatures locked themselves indoors for the inevitable showers.
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Despite the eerie and abandoned impressions the purgatory district provided, a series of cheerful giggles were evident. There were few things which could dampen the gleeful attitude Wren exhibited. The gloomy circumstances failed to dent his positive demeanour as he searched endlessly for Matthew. Poor weather conditions oftentimes meant freedom from the blinds of his soldier occupation, his creator frightened of the possibility of the golem's circuits receiving damage should his fleshy coating get damaged.
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Through the schizophrenic's eyes, the purgatory district was an entirely different appearance, his mind associating the infamous realm with the section of Aria. Hallucinations of monochrome homes and people alongside large floating islands hovering above the houses. Birds and variety of other flying animals soared through the skies above, fighting one another as animalistic instincts kicked into overdrive. There were fabrications of individuals with grotesque injuries, specifically faces of Wren's former victims, although, the psychopath remained unbothered by the detailed hallucinations.
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Each "person" appeared similar to zombies, passing by and displaying the injuries he once inflicted as the fatal blow alongside the torturous marks caused by his sadistic intentions. Evidently, the Assembly soldier remained undisturbed by the gory images and instead bore a broad smile as he skipped down a quiet sidewalk. Consistently, the sounds of his boots scuffing against the sidewalk reached his ears as his vibrant, green eyes scoured the horizon for a certain blue-haired man. Considering his master gratefully provided him the day off, Wren was hoping Matt was willing to accomplish some special tasks for him.
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In the pocket of his large, black overcoat was a single hairbrush, prepped for proper grooming of Wren's long locks of tangled hair. The knotting remained average for the golem, the occasional tousling from the wild nature of his hair. There were a limited amount of people truly around to witness the peculiar golem, the few who managed evidently confused. The dark clothing the psychopath wore contrast the carefree and gleeful manner he roamed; especially considering the ill-favourable weather. Wandering appeared endless as Wren searched for Matt, slowing once he reached the graveyard area, a pout touching his lips; where was Matt?
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Gradually, Wren wandered into the beautifully maintained cemetery, praying he could hastily find the repairman. Slow steps were taken, the murderer carefully pushing his long, white hair behind his ears, allowing himself a better opportunity to scout his surroundings. Deeper he roamed, green eyes watching the area around him until finally fixating on something peculiarly familiar. Perched on one of the hills was the infamous statue of Thanatos, the god of death being provided a favourable pose which suggested his omnipotent power.
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The god stood tall, stone excellently carved to allow anybody to recognize his divinity as the God of Purgatory; the individual who returned undead creatures to Earth. Alas, Wren's fixation was focused on somebody else entirely, his green eyes beaming at an individual standing quietly, observing the statue. Something clicked, the golem hesitation as a sensation of nostalgia grasped him and remained uncharacteristically still. Unless somebody was carefully guiding the teeth of a brush through his hair, Wren rarely would stay motionless, but there was a strange vibe radiating from the mysterious woman.
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Thoughts conflicted, a few stating Wren should be aware of the woman's identity, yet, names failed to be provided through staring at the back of her head. Hastily, the golem ducked down, hiding inside a large bush near a large, black granite grave. The branches rustled as Wren perched himself, watching, eyes narrowed as he wondered if this woman was merely a deception manifested from the depths of his mind. Actions were debated, the white-haired man observing the mysterious stranger, uncertain if she truly managed to catch a glimpse of him.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
Matthew had been under the belief that Wren would be working today, unaware that his friend had failed to mention that Wren got the day off. Had he known, he wouldn't have left home to wander around for a bit. He was on his way back when he had caught sight of her, though instead of coming out to greet, he had hidden from plain sight before slowly following after her. Shortly after seeing the statue of Thanatos he found himself deep in thought. I hadn't seen her since I left. I thought she was dead and I failed to save Wren. What the hell am I supposed to say to her? He thought to himself, movement had caught his attention and he noticed that it was Wren. Is he working right now? He thought to himself before realizing that Wren had noticed the woman and seeing as the memory loss was his fault, it wouldn't surprise him if she was at risk of being harmed.
He peeked out from his hiding spot to see that Wren had hidden himself in a bush. I have a choice, go to her or to him.... Why the hell is this choice so hard? He thought to himself before slowly coming out of his hiding spot to move towards her. "You know, from my experience they never talk back." He answered, waiting for her to notice him. It hadn't been his intention to ignore Wren like that but he wasn't exactly ready to have them see each other either. Not if he could help it anyway. There was so much that she didn't know and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible, knowing that he was in soooooooooooo much trouble with her. "Mama, is that really you?" He asked, curious on if that was really Wren's mother or not. He had started that nickname prior to asking Wren to marry him.
Oh please don't attempt to attack her.... Oh please don't do it.... He thought to himself, not one for getting in Wren's way for a kill. However, this one, he just couldn't have. Oh how that conversation might come up with his friend later. He figured he'd cross that bridge once he got to it, until then, he knew that he'd be able to handle Wren just fine. Or at least he was willing to accept the consequences if Wren chose to surprise him with a different outcome.
Ears flinched at the sound of the silence being broken. A deep voice filling the air, perhaps initiating a harmless conversation. Angelique had no intentions to fight, still her defenses were put up at the moment she realized she wasn't alone. Though, what he said was right; monuments didn't talk back, they only stared and would continue doing so until the last drop of your sanity dried off... At least that was where things seemed to be headed to for her and the statue. [break][break]
The blonde kept still and silent; despite not having ill intents, she had no plans to stay and chat. The last thing she wanted was to do something with someone who'd recognize her true colors. She was about to excuse herself, but the words the left the man's lips stunned her: "Mama, is that really you?" [break][break]
Her body froze in place as a wave of confusion washed over her, overwhelming her senses and mind. Eyebrows furrowed as her eyes widened. Mama, that endearment... that voice; it ignited the small spark of hope kept at the depths of heart, yet she was afraid. What if she saw someone else? Mustering all courage she had, she slowly turned around to face the newcomer with her hands tightly clutching the skirt of her robe. [break][break]
"...You," [break][break]
Blue hair, blue eyes, and the way he stood tall and proud; it was as if time never passed. Crimson optics bore holes at his figure, scanning every feature as if memorizing them, recalling him. Her lips were slightly parted, trembling softly as she tried to find the words to say. She had so many questions, she wanted to tell him so many things but wasn't sure where to start. [break][break]
Without thinking, the woman began to move towards the man, though each step was made with so much hesitation. The past began to flash before her eyes-- precious memories that made her eyes well up with tears. Angelique stretched an arm in attempts to reach for the bluenette's cheek, wanting to check if he was truly real or if this was once again a game instigated by her guilt "...Matthew?"
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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Amidst the safety of the pokey branches, Wren's green eyes watched the mysterious woman, curious about why these emotions of nostalgia were manifesting from her distant presence. From this distance, the hallucinations created the fictitious world which surrounded the golem, suffocated him with his inability to deduce reality and fantasy. Could this lady be somebody he managed to murder? Silently, he watched her stare at Thanatos' statue, uncertain of any movements he should accomplish because of the endless perplexion in his mind.
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There was further movement, the psychopath's green eyes flitting towards his lover, noticing his radiant beauty. A light followed him, displaying his purity and greatness in Wren's mind. The beautiful blue locks of hair, the dazzling blue eyes shining and his skin a flawless cover. Youthful with pleasant facial features, which made him physically appealing, but the man's accepting nature always captured Wren's heart. He was benevolent, sweet and displayed an uncanny amount of adorable timidness, and his name was Matt; his precious Matt.
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Eyebrows were raised slightly as the white-haired golem observed, confused on why exactly Matthew was approaching this strange woman in the graveyard. When the woman stepped closer, Wren stiffened, eyes widening as he remembered the reason for his protectiveness. Certainly, there were plenty of people who wished to steal his dearest Matt, especially considering the man was incredible. Personality traits were admirable and absolute perfection, at least in Wren's personal opinion of the repairman. The longer the schizophrenic observed the woman, the more his paranoid delusions began feeding a belief.
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Unexpectedly, Wren's vision created a different appearance for the woman, giving her devil horns and a pair of bat-like wings. A reddish light radiated from her form as she stepped closer to his beloved Matt. A soft gasp escaped Wren's lips as he began to panic from the delusions meddling with the truth. Obviously, this woman was another individual planning to steal his precious ball of sunshine! In the psychopath's world, there was no other answer. The blue-haired man was being his silly damsel in distress and as the fantastic, albeit, twisted knight, Wren needed to save him!
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Quickly, he stood from the obscured safety of the bush, drawing his blade and sprinting forward, accessing his enhanced speed to move faster. Each step carried him hastily towards the pair, Wren promptly using his improved jumping capabilities to leap towards Matt, a single arm protectively wrapping around the blue-haired man. The force could have potentially carried them to the ground, but it all depending on how sturdy Matt was standing. Wildly, Wren waved the knife towards the woman, even if the blade could not even graze her.
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"BAD DEVIL LADY!" He shouted, clinging to Matt. "NO STEALING!"
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The golem remained close to his beloved repairman, refusing to release the beautiful blue-haired man. Confusion became more evident on Wren's face when he finally saw the woman's face, a strange sense of familiarity gripping him. Who was she? Despite these senses, the white-haired man kept being defensive, pointing the tip of the knife at her.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
Matthew watched as she had slowly turned around, her hands clutching to the skirt of her robe. He scanned her face, flinching slightly when he came to realize that she was exactly who he believed her to be. Ohhhhhh he was in soooooo much trouble and to make matters worse, he knew Wren was around to notice this too. Well damn it, he hadn't expected it to end like this, with his hole already dug and him falling into it. She had advanced towards him and he found himself frozen in his spot, unaware of what she would do now that she had seen him. Perhaps ask what the hell he had done with her son, or why they aren't together now.... had she found out he had brought Wren back and limited his memories? He remained still as she reached out to touch his cheek, melting when contact was made. "I'm here Mama." He whispered, highly disappointed in the horrible news he would have to deliver to her, or at least he planned on delivering to her until things turned for the worst. He had heard the moment before seeing him, heard the withdrawn knife but remained in his spot, truly believing it to be best instead of moving, bracing himself for the impact.
Wren's arm had wrapped around him as the knife was pointed towards Angelique. The knife was waved wildly towards her and Matthew knew that he would have to take action for her sake as well as his own, if he wasn't in trouble before she would quickly figure it out. Of course before he could take action, Wren was talking to her and flash backs on how Wren described her appearance to him popped into his mind and he couldn't help but grin slightly at the thought of Wren remembering, but was quick to frown because Wren remembering would be a bad thing. He reached out to grip the blade that was waving wildly at Angelique, feeling the blade cutting into his hand as he held onto it firmly for the sake of it halting in the air. "No. Don't threaten her. She is very important in my life...." He answered, not wishing for Wren to attack his own mother, of course he couldn't bring himself to explain what the hell was going on to Angelique right this moment.
"Be good Wren.... anybody else and that is fine.... but.... not her. Don't attack my mother." It was the easiest way, if he had given an honest answer Wren might have claimed otherwise, but seeing as he never mentioned his mother before, he might be able to convince Wren not to attack her because he just didn't want it to be done. He would lay his life down to protect Angelique at all costs, he just hoped it wouldn't be in vain. Only time would tell forever. "I have a lot to tell you, Mama." He glanced back towards her, an apologetic face expression, slowly wrapping his arm around Wren just in case there was the slightest chance Wren thought about letting go, as to avoid possible escape.
Like an embrace long yearned for, warmth spread through Angelique's body upon the touch. The corners of her lips were pulled into a small smile- trying to contain the bliss and disbelief threatening to burst out of her heart. He's real. The confusion faded into different emotions drowning and crowding deep within. Reasoning and logic were left behind, at the very moment she was just too happy and relieved that she had been found by someone she had been wanting to see. [break][break]
The blonde's lips parted, but before any word could come out, something incredibly fast stole the moment. Eyebrows narrowed in sudden fury, eyes reflecting the glimmer of the silver knife's tip. That speed didn't give her much time to think and move, but judging the distance between her and the weapon, getting anyone hurt wasn't the main objective. At least, not yet. [break][break]
Gaze slowly crawled from the blade towards the wielder. Nails painted black, hands pale as moonlight and skin clad in black. Long arms stretched to threaten, while the other one was holding to protect. It took a little while before his voice repeated in her head, and a little more for her to process what he said. Devil Lady. Bad devil lady... with bats and horns, and perhaps red skin? Her forehead crumpled as her eyes stopped before she reached his face. There was only one person who saw her as such. [break][break]
A soft gasp left her lips upon the possible conclusion. Yet, she denied it, shrugging it off as mere delusion. She had been looking for him all this time-- was she truly ready to finally find him? Angelique kept her eyes at the chest of the man clinging to Matthew where white strands of hair rested. Her heart pounded loud and hard, and once again found her mouth dried and out of words. [break][break]
It can't be.... right? [break]
"No. Don't threaten her"[break]
He died in the fire. He can't be alive. [break]
"Be good..."[break]
Don't call his name, please. [break]
"Wren."[break][break]
As if something inside ticked, the tears that pooled on the side of her eyes fell uncontrollably. Everything fell silent and dark. It was like the whole world was muted, leaving the three of them in the middle of nowhere. Angelique hesitantly brought her eyes up until they reached his face and for a moment, she felt her heart stop. A high pitch note filled her ears for a brief second before all the world came back, flooding all her senses. Hairs on her body stood erect at the revelation she was suddenly faced with. The person she had been looking for was now right before her eyes. Realer than reality could get.[break][break]
She stepped back, plucking herself away from the moment but the Statue of Thanatos standing behind her stopped her escape. Matthew's voice broke the silent once more, but this time she wasn't able to fully get what he said. Everything hurt, but at the same time it felt like a thorn was taken out of her heart. What would she say? What would she do? All those things swirling inside her head, paralyzed her and muted her. [break][break]
"Wren," She muttered in between soft sobs, still having a hard time making herself believe that all of these weren't a dream or a make-believe picture "You're alive," That alone was all a mother could ever ask, but she knew very well that life must have been cruel to him "I..." She wanted to embrace him tightly as she could, but guilt held both her ankles and glued her to her spot. All she could do was stare at him- at them- through teary eyes. Angelique didn't dare blink or look away, afraid that if she took her gaze off them, they'd vanish again.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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[ I am going to try writing Wren's hallucinations in italics. I am hoping the style will make for a better flow and more clearance with what he is only seeing. ]
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Protecting Matthew was a crucial objective in Wren's mind, the blue-haired man easily being labelled the most important individual in his life. Everybody else was frightened of the golem, especially the method which he vividly described brutally murdering his victims without a shred of guilt. There was sturdiness when the white-haired man tightly embraced Matthew, holding him close and refusing to release the individual he cared for dearly. Creating stable relationships was a difficult task for the psychopath, thus he refused to lose this one.
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While he latched his arm around Matt, Wren proceeded to wildly swing the knife at the woman threatening to take his dearest repairman away. Those demonic horns, red and hard which poked from her locks of white hair. Large bat-like wings extended from her back, menacing and allowing for flight. Her mouth was filled to the brim with razor-sharp teeth and a long, forked tongue which slithered from her lips. There was a demon tail lurking behind her, thin, red and pointed. Then there were her red eyes, glowing from her pale skin as she merely stood there.
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The woman was a devil, attacking the only angelic force evident in Wren's life, Saint Matthew who's halo shone above his crown and white wings fluttered behind him whenever he was at his best. There was a radiance about the man, a heavenly glow which followed and frequently soothed the golem. People wanted his glow, desired to steal him away and Wren refused to allow a horrible fate to befall his beloved. Nobody would hurt his precious Matthew while he basked in the heavenly glow, and he would most definitely avoid harming the man.
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There was a faint pain in Wren's palm and fingers as he watched a familiar hand reach to grab the blade of his knife. A loud gasp escaped the golem's mouth as his green eyes widened in horror as blood trickled between those fingers, dropping from the blade to form a small puddle on the floor. For once, there was no satisfaction in witnessing the sight of somebody getting injured, the horrified Assembly soldier flitting his gaze to Matt. The foolish angel protected the demon from harm via grabbing the blade with his bare hand.
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"M-matt?!" He gasped out, staring at the blue-haired man.
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Quietly, the golem listened, eyes wide as Matthew explained the situation which resulted in the psychopath innocently cocking his head to the side in curiosity. Mothers, it was a topic rarely touched upon whenever he conversed with the repairman, Wren believing perhaps his family was dead. Briefly, he glanced towards the mysterious woman who sparked nostalgia. Illusions conflicted as demonic signs faded, revealing a fellow angel. His mind jumped gaps, even dying the stranger's hair blue to match Matthew's.
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There were pangs of guilt entering the serial killer's stomach as a frown touched his lips, eyes staring wide and flitting between the woman and Matt. Tears were clouding the woman's eyes, perhaps she was frightened by the horrible manner he treated her? She was stepping backwards, the schizophrenic curiously gazing between them, a frown still touching his face as he released the knife. First, he threatened his beloved repairman's mother and promptly after the man himself when he reached out to grasp the blade to defend her.
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"... Matt never mentioned a mother..." Wren stated with a frown. "I'm sorry..."
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The apology was mumbled, Wren's eyes remaining locked on the ground as he nervously awaited punishment for his ignorant decisions. The creator always punished him whenever he displayed idiocy, cruel words flooding from the man's mouth before he would smack him for failure to adhere to mission statements or comprehend something. When his name reached his ears, the tone being feminine, Wren slightly turned his head to face the mysterious lady, hallucinations appearing and fading. There was something about white hair framing that pale face which seemed... right...
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These were one of the numerous things Wren could never explain, the golem's green eyes remaining locked on the woman as she spoke, mentioning how he was alive. A brow furrowed in confusion, the soldier being unaware of his brutal death inside the insane asylum which housed him for his final days or the fire which he narrowly escaped from.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
Matthew hadn't meant to horrify Wren but it was the only option he had in adjusting the position of where that knife was being swung, as to encourage it to remain in one spot instead. He had explained his reasoning to Wren, hoping that he wouldn't attempt to attack Angelique again. Wren had released the knife, so he adjusted it in his hand so that the halt was held in his hand instead of the blade, so that his healing would take affect to close the wound on the palm of his hand. He had taken notice that Angelique hadn't seemed to acknowledge his comment, possible shock from Wren attempting to attack her only moments prior. Before he had a chance to repeat himself, Wren commented and apologized for his action. He slowly reached out to caress his cheek. "I never mentioned her because I was unaware of her being alive. It is okay." He whispered, pressing closer to Wren. He flinched when he heard Angelique comment about Wren being alive. Yes, he had died, not that she would know about it. He had failed to protect his Wren and though he had bothered bringing him back, he had caused his memories to fade so that he was no longer in pain.
"I want us to be the best of friends." He answered, trying to assure that Angelique wouldn't feel a great need in feeling and that Wren would understand he didn't want her attacked. There is so much I need to explain to you Mama, but where the hell do I start? He thought to himself with a small sigh. It would be easier to explain now with keeping it as vague as much as possible. "Mama, were you aware that he survived the fire on the village? Well I wanted to let you know he had, but his fate had been much worse as we expected." He answered, hoping that she would heed his words as to understand what exactly had happened to his Wren. "I found him in the insane asylum as we feared but... I was too late to save him. He died in my arms." He answered, never mentioning any of this to Wren, as far as his fiance was concerned they simply were acquaintances to each other. "His creator brought him back within twenty-four hours of his death." He paused, failing to mention it was him on purpose.
He didn't want Wren regaining his memories for a few reasons. One, he didn't want him in pain anymore it was the whole reason why he created those keyphrases in the first place. Two, he couldn't help but believe that Wren would be upset with the life style they ended up having with each other, they weren't anything more than acquaintances right now and prior to Wren's death, they had been engaged to get married. He was in pain, pain that he couldn't be close to his Wren. Pain that he had to keep secrets from him, unaware that his fake creator was harming Wren behind his back. Though he had noticed strange phantom pains, he was just never around Wren to put two and two together, if he had known, he would have saved his Wren from further punishment from that man.
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