"The time is now, tonight will be the big moment!" A young man dressed in black from the head to toe opened a room, grinning, but when he saw what greeted him, he immediately covered his eyes. "Ugh! I didn't want to see this! Would you please put something on?" He asked with a grimace.
"Would you please knock next time before you break into my room?" A grumpy voice came in response.
"Would you please lock your room when you want to roll around in your bed with my mother?" The young man turned his back on the naked couple and rolled his eyes.
"Come on, baby!" A female voice also spoke.
"Come on, mom!" The young man cut back. "Just because I don't have a problem with you being together doesn't mean I want to see you when you're together like that." The young man shrugged.
"And that's exactly why you should knock." The man stepped up to the one standing at the door and grabbed his shoulder.
"As if that would help a lot." The woman sighed too. "Next time you lock the door, he'll knock and open it just as smoothly." The lady adjusted her dress that she had just put on.
"You know me too well, mom!" The young man turned to the woman, grinning.
"I try." The woman shrugged, then took her partner's hand." So what's your big plan for tonight?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"I'll set the Barracks on fire, of course." The young man announced, as if it were completely obvious.
"What will happen to the people?" The lady suddenly took a deep breath.
"They'll be scared, but nothing else." The young man shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "This will only be a warning. I don't want to hurt anyone... Yet." He grinned, which the other two immediately knew that if it were on him to hurt someone, the young man wouldn't even bat an eyelid. When this crazy sparkle is present in the young man's eyes, it means that as long as it depends on him, the whole world could go up in flames.
"Why now?" The woman asked, trying to distract the young man, maybe she could calm the madness that was holding him in its grip a little.
"Isn't it clear?" The young man suddenly became serious and when he looked at his mother, his gaze was again as if he had aged centuries, like it had been on that particular day when the woman's life was turned upside down.
"I..." The woman started to excuse herself, but the young boy only started to chuckle evilly.
"Everyone is present now. They are strong enough. Finally, my revenge can begin. After all, that little group can't stay at this level forever. It wouldn't be exciting to fight them. They need to improve, and for that, they need a little boost. It would be boring anyway!" He tilted his head to the side like a madman and turned away from the pair. "Tenmard, are you ready?" He asked without looking back at the man.
"Been for a millennia, Melhior." The serious answer came.
"I'm here! I'm here! Sorry for the delay! They held me up a bit!" Santi, the future preacher, appeared, panting.
"It's okay, Santi." Young Melhior waved the future preacher over. "At least you did your job, not like some people." He glanced at Tenmard out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey! I'm done with my job! Do you know how hard it was to get that chán kid to come here? How many threads did I had to move, how many..." He explained.
"No!' Melhior raised his hand. "I would apologize, but I hope you haven't forgotten who you're talking to, Tenmard." He noted in an icy voice.
"The Onegod." The man lowered his head. "I haven't forgotten." He continued.
"Or the biggest idiot in the world." The woman shrugged.
"Tice." The Onegod pulled his lips into a half smile.
"Melhior." The woman grinned.
"Why can you say such things to him?" Tenmarad turned to his love.
"Because she's my mother." The Onegod shrugged.
"You like to poke him, don't you, Melhior?" The woman placed one hand on her hip, which made Santi giggle.
"You know me too well, mom." Melhior smiled kindly at the woman.
'If you call her mom, why don't you accept me as your father?" Tenmard asked.
"Because I have an alliance with her." Melhior announced, and the man started to grimace.
"That face of yours is exactly why he doesn't make call you father, dear." The woman put her hand on her partner's shoulder.
"You make too funny faces." Santi agreed with the lady.
"That's probably true.," Tenmard folded his arms in front of him.
"Do you have a problem with how I call who, father?" Melhior flashed an innocent smile at the man, which made Tenmard hide behind the woman with wide eyes.
"I take it back! This is much scarier than when you were little." The man swallowed hard.
"Come on, be nice, he won't hurt you. He needs your power." Tice patted her partner's hands.
"Speaking of power." Santi spoke up as he stood next to Melhior. "What will my task be tonight?" He asked in a serious voice.
"Stay here in the church and try to stay calm. I may need your energy." Melhior shrugged. "This enemy is quite unpredictable, you never know if they will attack you." He thought for a moment, holding his chin, then sighed. "If it happens, I would need your help." He announced.
"Yes, Onegod!" The future preacher pulled himself together.
"Tice, I know you want to stay with Tenmard, but I would be calmer if you stayed here with Santi. I would not forgive myself if you got into trouble because of me." Melhior said seriously, but each of the three present knew that this sentence of the young man actually meant that he would destroy everyone in the Barracks if the woman was harmed.
"Can you play cards, Santi?" The woman asked after a sigh.
"Like you?" The future preacher asked. "No." He shook his head. "But as I, see, you'll have time to teach me how to do it." He chuckled, then turned to the older man. "Don't worry, Tenmard, I'll take care of her." He said confidently.
"I don't doubt that." The man nodded, then watched with a faint smile on his lips as his partner and the future preacher set off towards the church.
Then he and the Onegod left the church precincts and hurried straight to Floating Air Barracks. Here the younger man sat down on the edge of the Barracks and dangled his legs over nothing, then looked into the distance, Tenmard standing motionless behind him. They enjoyed each other's company in silence for long minutes before the older man spoke.
"Can we start, Melchior?" He asked softly, and the other narrowed his eyes.
"Not yet! One of them hasn't returned yet. Let's wait another half hour." Melhior waved and leaned on his arms, looking at the sky, waiting for the perfect moment for his grand entrance.