A/N: Hey, Shonpufi here!
WOW!
I did not expect so many people to be excited about this fanfic's return; I guess I underestimated how much you guys enjoyed it.
Anyways, seeing how much support there has been for the past days, I decided to move up next week's chapter to today.
Don't worry, you will still get a chapter next week.
Also, GIVE ME YA POWER STONES!!!
Right now, at the time I'm writing this *1:18 of the morning*, this fanfic has 152 stones. If we reach 200 by next Monday, I'll guarantee a 2-chapter week instead of the one chapter per week the next week.
This is the goal that I'm giving you all. If you want it, you know what you have to do~!
-3rd POV-
"Lord Pendragon, someone has come to see you," The guard who stood right outside the office door informed.
Uther Pendragon, the head of the whole Pendragon clan, didn't even move his head up, his eyes laser-focused on his paperwork, "Bring them in."
As the door opened, he eyes lingered up. To his surprise, the visitor was a young girl.
She was a thin and pale girl. She had long, ecru hair trailing into white at the tips and an outlying white strand on the right side of her face. Her eyes were cerise, with her eyebrows usually frowned.
'A Schariac?' Uther thought. From the lower family branches of the Pendragon, there were three great houses among them.
The first one was the Kaslana house, whose descendants have recognizable snow-white hair. But that house was long gone, and all its members were eliminated when they attempted to rebel against the Pendragons.
Next is the Schariac house, whose descendants also have white hair. However, a few lower-ranked and less pure-blooded members of that house have cream-colored hair with white tips. Despite them being part of the great three houses, they didn't join the great rebellion and weren't wiped out.
And finally, the Apocalypse house, which was the head of the three great houses. They were also the ones who planned the great rebellion. The members of this house had golden blonde hair like the Pendragon due to their blood being the closest and purest to the Pendragon.
They were also all massacred.
"What have you come for, and who are you?" Uther asked, his voice full of authority.
The Schariac girl trembled under his intense stare. "Eh-Um, I'm A-Ana Schariac, lord Uther..." Ana introduced herself.
"I am aware you are a Schariac, but you haven't answered my first question," Uther said, his stare becoming even more intense. He was a busy man. Uther had a whole clan to lead and manage; he didn't have time to waste on a girl from a lower house.
Ana panicked and scrambled her hands in her pockets "I-I have something to deliver, my lord!" She said as tried to find whatever she was looking for.
'Perhaps a letter from Midas?' Uther wondered if the Schariac girl was delivering a letter for the Schariac house head.
He didn't panic or worry that whatever she was taking out could be a weapon, as to even get close to his office, she would need to get through multiple checkpoints of security that are laid throughout the castle.
After a few seconds of panicked scrambling, she pulled out of her bag what looked like a feather.
Uther's eyebrow raised as his eyes lay on it. There was this... ethereal luster on the feather that drew him in.
"Where did you...get this feather?" Uther asked, his eyes locked in to the feather.
"I got it from Otto" Ana responded.
"Who?" Uther asked in confusion, as he had never heard that name before, although...it did feel familiar.
"Otto Apocalypse, Sir" Ana replied.
"...Apocalypse?" As her words finally sank in, Uther's eyes widened in shock.
"UGH!!!" Uther groaned as a headache suddenly hit him. He could feel his consciousness slowly withering away.
He tried to fight it, but it was too strong. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the feather in Ana's hand, and the terrifying smile that split across her face.
-Uther POV-
My blackout felt like it only happened for a split second.
One second I was in my office, the next I was...on my knees?
It was hard to discern my surroundings.
It felt like an overwhelming darkness enveloped my head. I couldn't feel or see anything; I could only hear these...screams and the strong smell of Iron.
As my head cleared up little by little, I could finally open my eyes.
And I wish I hadn't.
The beautiful main hall of the Pendragon castle was filled with corpses; piles upon piles riddled the halls and walls. All of their beautiful blonde hair was stained red.
"Ha- Ha-" I wanted to say something, but... the words couldn't come out of my mouth.
Who did this?
WHO KILLED THEM ALL!!!
"You did, Lord Pendragon." My ear twitched as a voice suddenly spoke into my ear from behind.
I couldn't see him, nor could I turn my head to see who it was.
The sound of his boots filled my ear as he walked closer to my side. There was also this dragging sound coming along his steps.
And finally, the mysterious figure's face was revealed.
My breath hitched, and my eyes widened as his golden hair flowed with the wind as he strided right before me, his hand dragging a chair behind him.
I know the face and name of every Pendragon, but I've never seen him before.
If that was the case, there was only one other person who could have a Pendragon's features.
It was a fucking Apocalypse.
-3rd POV-
Otto kicked the corpse that lay before Uther to the side, placing his chair right where the body was before.
He sat on it, looking down at Uther, who was still on his knees, his mind spinning as he wondered how an Apocalypse was alive.
Otto sighed, looking at the old, bloodied man.
"I remember you," Otto said. His eyes were half-lidded, as if recalling a blurry and distant memory.
"The day I was born, you came over to congratulate my mom and dad," Otto spoke, recalling very faint memories.
"You even gave me my name, Otto...Otto Apocalypse"
'Ah...' Uther could finally recall that distant and long forgotten memory like it was yesterday.
That rainy night, he had gotten word that the child of the head of the Apocalypse house had finally been born.
Usually, he wouldn't concern himself with such trivial matters, especially those that didn't need his presence, but...the child was that of his old friend.
Nikolas Apocalypse.
So on that night, he came over and witnessed Otto's birth; he even carried the boy in his own arms.
Sabrina Schariac, who was Nikolas's wife, even gave him the honor of naming him.
Otto, that was the name Uther chose.
But it was a pity that they all burned and died the moment he found out about their impending rebellion.
And even IF Nikolas was an old friend, the well-being of the Pendragon clan came first.
That night, he never found Otto's body. He just assumed that his young corpse was stacked up among the other corpses that were burned away that night.
"Otto..." Uther muttered as he finally recalled his name.
Otto's eyes shot open, surprised that he remembered him so quickly.
"He's not the only one." Another voice suddenly spoke up from a dark corner of the massive hall.
A boy with white hair and piercing blue eyes appeared from behind a pillar, his stare cold and deadly.
"A Kaslana?" Uther said in astonishment. He honestly thought that they had all been wiped out.
"Yup, He's Sieg's little nephew. Kevin Kaslana" Otto informed.
Uther's eyes widened as he heard the name along with Kevin.
Siegfried Kaslana, one of the Kaslana house's strongest knights.
And also the ex-wielder of-
"Stop playing around with him, Otto, the church is coming soon," a third voice pitched in.
A brown-haired boy seemed to have appeared from out of nowhere.
Otto looked to his side. "I thought you said that you didn't want to come?" Otto asked with a teasing grin.
Welt pushed up his glasses as he looked at the kneeling Uther. "I...changed my mind," He replied.
"So, have you come to kill me and my clan?" Uther finally asked. It was already obvious from his surroundings, but he just wanted to confirm their intentions.
"Kill your clan? How could I ever do such a thing?!" Otto replied, gasping as if Uther had said the most offensive thing he had ever heard.
"Why would I need to when you've already killed them yourself~" Otto said with a massive grin.
Uther stiffened at his words. Before he could speak, a feather similar to the one that Ana had shown him earlier slowly descended before his eyes.
"AAHHHHHH!! @&T@(^&#*(@&!)(@^)&#(*&*)@*!!!!" Uther screamed in agony as memories filled his mind.
They were memories of him slaying every Pendragon he set his eyes on, mercilessly killing them all like an emotionless machine.
As the memories finally ended, his face was twisted in agony, tears ran down his cheek, and snot ran down his lip. The head of one of the most ancient and most powerful clans had been reduced to nothing but a sobbing man. The bloodied sword that was forcefully tightened around his hand was proof of the unimaginable crime and pain he had been put through.
After a few seconds of sobbing, the sound died down. He looked up at Otto his eyes looking dead "End me..."
"Oh? And here I was hoping you'd cry a bit more," Otto sighed as he snapped his fingers, the hidden cameras that had been recording this whole time shut off.
Kevin walked up to Uther and unsheathed the sword at his waist. "I, Kevin Kaslana, bury you here!" Kevin thrust, lodging his sword into Uther's stomach.
"GUH!! *COUGH!!!*" Uther spilled blood as he groaned in agony.
Next was...Welt?
He walked up to Uther, his hand manifesting a sword. "I...I, Joachim Nokianvirtanen, bury you here!" Welt said as he thrust his blade into Uther's left lung
'Nokianvirtanen?' Was the thought. Uther questioned whether he had heard right or not before he was stabbed through the lung, causing it to collapse completely.
His breathing became labored as he lost one of his lungs. Most humans would have died by now, but Uther was no normal human; his body and magical powers had been trained to the utmost peak.
He looked up at Welt as his vision slowly began to blur. "I see... so you're one of them as well. No wonder *COUGH!* that you're here as well..." Uther said in realization.
The Kaslana and the Apocalypse houses weren't the only ones that rebelled.
The Nokianvirtanen house was one of them as well.
Yes, Welt Yang, whose real name was Joachim Nokianvirtanen, was related to Otto by blood.
They were distant cousins.
-TO BE CONTINUED!-
A/N: Hahahahaha! Sorry that left y'all in a cliffhanger, but it's just so much FUN to do them.
Anyways, the next chapter will be a flashback and will reveal how Welt and Otto ended up at the orphanage, and also how Welt ended up with his fake name, Welt Yang.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.