It was a gray cloudy day. At the cemetery, the priest said his prayer for dead William. Not many people were at his funeral. His only family was Diarem. Everyone placed flowers on his grave.

The only person that didn’t do that yet was Diarem with golden tulips. He couldn’t pull himself together. Before Diarem moved he saw Alex placing black roses.

Alex walked to Diarem and grabbed his shoulder.

“Don’t stay like that. You need to do it by yourself.”

After a moment of hesitation, Diarem placed golden tulips on his father’s grave. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t look someone else in the eyes. he clenched his fists and said:

“Without magic… my life wasn’t happy. With magic, it was better for some time but it’s worse than it ever has been. I’m too weak… all… all I could do is watch… watch my father DIE! Magic didn’t make me stronger. I’m weak like I always have been. 

Diarem was still mumbling about his magic. Alex punched Diarem into the face so he would stop talking. 

“You’re standing after my punch… that means… you are strong!” Said Alex.

Diarem finally looked into Alex’s eyes.

“And you can be stronger.”

“Take me to Hans. Now I have a reason to join.”

They both left the cemetery by the east gate. 

Meanwhile by the west gate of the cemetery stood Diabolo with someone that looked like a young flat chested woman. They were listening to what Alex and Diarem are talking about. 

“Hans? It must be Hans Godly. Boss of dead gang Black Roses.” Said Diabolo.

“Keep a close eye on him especially when he is with the gang.” Said Diabolo as he was leaving the cemetery.