Snippet #1831077

Klaus stood there, with his arms crossed, as Vlad was jumping from tree to tree. He heard there was a word for that. Parkour, was it? It didn't matter. Vlad had told him the point of this exercise. He said that he hadn't quite mastered all his spells yet, so in the meantime, he might as well train physically, just in case he gets into a situation where he couldn't use his powers.

Klaus was confused, impressed and disappointed in his partner. He obviously had the power to become feared, and even, depending on how you view it, a god among men. The power to erase objects from existence. To control the very composition of space. And yet, he didn't utilize all of that potential. He could of killed Satosha, Suzuki, those two girls, everyone back by that building, with probably just a snap of his fingers. And yet, he chose not to because he thought that "they didn't deserve it". Was he right? Could people who opposed them with a fiery passion, a lust for justice and revenge, be spared? Or should they all be annihilated on the spot, for trying to stop the goal that the black mages wanted to achieve? Is life really that precious?

Those questions circled around in his mind as he began to recall the day he murdered people back in Germany. He remembered dark rooms, all splattered with blood, covered in corpses with destroyed body parts and familiar faces. He remembered taking the blood and writing various phrases and words that seemed disturbing to all but him. The most noticeable, however was "Diese Welt muss gereinigt werden. Ich wurde gewählt, um die Schüler der Schnitter sein. Gemeinsam werden wir die Verbreitung des Glücks des Todes", loosely translated, it means "This world needs to be cleaned. I was chosen to be the disciple of the Reaper. Together we are spreading the happiness of death". He was proud of his bloody accomplishment, as well. So was his uncle, surprisingly. His uncle saw him covered in blood, a psychotic look in his eye, surrounded by corpses. His uncle cackled, and even gave him a hug. Perhaps insanity was a common trait in the family. being hunted down by the German government, him and his uncle sneaked onto a boat on its way to America.

However, there was something unusual that happened right before they ran away, Klaus put down a scythe. The very same scythe he can transform into. See, some spell links don't have weapons, they become them. And they're not born like that either. A spell link of that kind has to choose a weapon (or weapons), and infuse said weapon with their life force, and reabsorb that life force, thus also absorbing the weapon into their soul. Some people may think that type of spell link is weak and useless. However, some view it as the ultimate test of trust between a mage and their spell link.


"Vlad, how much longer do we have to stay out here?" Klaus asked. "Well, I'm tired now, anyway. Let's go visit my brother." Vlad replied.

They teleported to a beat up old house. "Home sweet home." Vlad laughed, as they went inside into the living room. "Yo! Damian! Where you at, broski?" Vlad shouted with a laugh. They stood there in silence for about 30 seconds, then they heard someone taking slow steps down the stairs, then taking a big sigh. "Damn it, lil' bro... Why do you always have to bother me on my break?" his brother said. A young man, about 21, stepped down until he reached the floor. He didn't have the white hair and red eyes that Vlad had. Instead, he had short black hair and golden eyes, and he had a black snow coat with a dark gray fur fringe on the hood. He also had black jacket underneath, zipped up, and a white stripe across. He had dark gray jeans with black sneakers. He had similar facial structure to that of Vlad's.

Klaus tensed up. He could sense a strong aura of magic around this man. Could he also be a mage? Were Vlad's magic abilities hereditary?

"Hey Vlad. Who's this kid?" Damian asked, looking at Klaus, who stared at him in return. "This is Klaus. He's my new German friend. And he's also my spell link." Vlad chuckled. Damian chuckled back. "Ah, so you finally got yourself one. I like the getup, kid." he replied. "Hello. And thank you. I assume you are a mage as well?" Klaus asked. "Yup. It's a family tradition. We all decided to learn it, back when we lived on the streets. Now that we sorta have a home, we just use it for fun." Vlad's brother told him.

"Hey, I got into a fight before." Vlad laughed. "That's what that was, eh? I'm impressed. I heard the explosion all the way over here." Damian chuckled. "Show him what you can do, Klaus." Vlad told Klaus and he turned into a scythe and back again. "So you're one of those spell links. Interesting. I've heard of you guys, but the chances of meeting your kind are very rare. Anyway. So, did you win that fight, bro?" "Well, more or less. I kicked his ass, but let him live, in case he wanted a rematch. You know, Satosha?" "Satosha Quinton? You took him on?! I remember that kid. He was such a douche. Strong, but a douche. Nice job, little bro. Although I wish you could've killed him while you had the chance, to show him how badass the Scythus family is, but I digress. We all do things differently, right?".

Klaus studied Damian. Clearly, his moral code wasn't exactly the same as his younger brother's.