“This is a simple story about good and evil but in this there is no villain and there is no true heroes just those who lived long enough to tell their tails. In the year 2134 magic unexplainably returned to the world with in thirty years the world as it was had ended. In that short thirty years’ time the once advanced and somewhat stable world had been turned to nothing but ruins. all that was left was the global war for survival, but it wasn’t tell three primary factors happened did the war truly end in the year 2203. The city of kpenoctb saw the rise of the unification ordnances and the first successful reconstruction effort. Though that honestly wasn’t that impressive as it might sound as they were the only city left standing after the final battle, so reconstruction wasn’t as bad as it was elsewhere. The second was the intervention of the space colonies. The last factor was the unification of the nati sunt deamonium more commonly known as sins the benedicti also known as the commandment and other magic born races. The humans both normal and magic user also known as Users and lastly the titans. These factions came together to bring an end to the monster that history only seems to refer to as the god eater of gluttony. It’s now more commonly known as the first of the three forbidden sins. This dangerous mutation of the gluttony type sin got its power by consuming the powers of others then turning them against their opponent as well as making its user grow larger and stronger. Now in an early stage this power would be virtually harmless. However, if the user could amass enough powers, they would become a nearly unstoppable monster. So, you may be asking yourself how did they eventually stop it simple they launched an all out last stitch assault that had one of two goals. Kill the beast or distract it long enough to evacuate as many people as possible then bombard the planet from orbit in another attempt to kill the beast and if that failed. The remaining life wouldn’t be enough to feed the massive beast, so they would simply leave it to starve on the destroyed world but to their great surprise they killed it by accidentally finding its one weakness. The beast was like a tick only given time this tick would adjust to its larger body but if you feed it to fast and to much you can kill it. Though it took them literally hitting it with super weapons massive spells and giant beasts to do so but at that time all that did was make it grow stronger and larger tell its body gave out on its self. Now in the year 2328 we continue to rebuild and reconstruct the old world that died so long ago but the thing is we aren’t the same as we were then and never will be again. We need to advance or become stagnate and be broken by the next big change in the world.” Jameson cross said to his tour group as he finished the tour through the city history center.
The city had four or five museums, but the history center was the largest of them and it was the center of research and restoration in the city well the only source of it really.
‘Why are we always so understaffed were the ones that supplies the city with all the restored artifacts they need to keep it running. So why are they so stingy with the budget at this rate I’ll be doing tours full time along with my actual job. I’d complain and ask for a raise if I didn’t know they’d have to fire someone to give me one.’ Cross thought as the tour group of kids headed toward there bus unfortunately as they were from the upper city they all radiated residual holy magic making him ill.
As a nati sunt deamonium or sin neither name he liked very much. Holy magic even in small doses could have nasty effects on these effects ranged from simply making him sick to acting like a poison or even burning him. He sighed and pulled a pin out of his pocket and clicked it twice before bighting it in two and eating the two pieces.
‘Dang it that wasn’t enough to settle my stomach I’ll see if I can’t find something in the brake room.’ Cross thought walking off.
As a sin of gluttony Cross was a bit different then the more common sins and unlike the rest of his kind, he was mostly able to hide his markings that he was a sin. All it took was some contact lenses that hid his slitted pupils and as long as he didn’t show his sharp teeth or use his powers other than his inherited ability to use magic. No one could tell the difference between him and a normal user. though he hadn’t gone as far to hide what he was from his boss or the government or anything like that he just didn’t like how other people treated him when they found out he was a sin. Even so he had even done the hole inner city registry thing voluntarily, so his name and picture was on the sin registry and was public record. Though he didn’t like having to register himself like he was a criminal when he in fact had a spotless record. He had even gone above and beyond what should normally be possible by a sin and even got a college doctorate in both history and restoration. As most sins weren’t even allowed in public schools this was a major achievement. But so long as he didn’t stick out in public and was able to live as close to a normal life he was happy. As he no longer went hungry or had to worry about being someone else’s meal and even his oldest and greatest fear had all but faded in his new life but still occasionally lingered in the back of his mind.
Sometimes if you pushed a sin too far and this could take a lot or very little to trigger depending on the person or situation. There powers would go out of control and take over turning them into mindless monsters. He had seen most of his old friends fall victim to this fate the rest ether became monsters of a different kind or died, and his fear is one day this would be his fate as well. He shivered and tried to forget about that as he walked into the brake room looking for anything to eat and he meant anything. As most gluttony class sins could eat just about anything so long as it wasn’t toxic or infused with holy magic. He scarfed down a box of crackers box and all and a bottle of ginger ale. Ginger route was proven to help with magic sickness so cross kept a few cases of real ginger ginger ale for times like these and the fact he generally liked it. His coworkers on the other hand avoided the stuff like the plague unless they got some form of magic sickness.
‘Well whatever I enjoy it at least then again I not picky.’ Cross thought before eating the bottle.
Cross was from the outer city there your lucky to find real food and even with his power some nights he still went to bed hungry but that wasn’t to uncommon actually. He shook his head this wasn’t the time or place to be thinking of stuff like that.
“Um is something wrong mister Cross you seem troubled and are acting a little strange?” Agnes Tomean asked. She was the younger of Cross’s two junior restaurater that being said don’t let the term junior fool you they were some of the best restauraters in the city.
“Yeah just thinking about something I’d rather not remember.” Cross said giving her a smile before adjusting the position of his glasses.
“Oh, you were thinking of your time in the outer city. …… Um was it really that bad the way I have heard the outer city described by everyone else well its clear their horrible no arguing about it but the way you act and what little you told me about it. It sounds more like hell rather than just the slums.” Agnes asked curiously but in her odd way her curiosity was her best and worst quality, and this was one of the few times where it fell into both categories’. It also should be noted Agnes is a sensitive. Sensitives are humans with psychic or psionic power. However, she could only get impressions from people and could levitate a pen anything heavier gave her a nasty headache.
“That’s a bit hard to answer but like the inner city its divided into rings only it doesn’t have the upper city in the middle. The only ring that has any form of law or proper resources or housing safety food or cleanish water is the inner most ring. Beyond that its lawless and dangerous trash filled wastelands where well let’s just say you’re better off not knowing trust me on this.” He said before continuing to the restaurater labs.
“But why is it?” Agnes started to say before cross interrupted her.
“If you want to know so bad head out there and find out then will see if you want to talk about it that is if you come back alive.” Cross said ending the conversation before heading over to his station and turning on his head set to drown out any more question.
Crosses head set was big bulky heavy and homemade they were also very high quality and extremely hard to brake. Sometimes he wondered if he put too much in them as they used a mana power crystal because they would drain any battery in a matter of minutes. The headset was cobbled together from an old gaming headset a pilot head set a military grade multi frequency scanner radio and a pocket radio. He had pulled the mike speakers wireless connection and padding from the gaming head set wired together the two radios. he then took the pilot headset metal housing and using some salvaged spare parts he cut the holes needed for the needed buttons in the metal casing. Then with some creative rewiring and some magic to seamlessly stitch all of them together and Walla. He had the headset he was now using this thing was one of his few things He was able to bring into the city this was pretty much just the clothes he had on his back his headset a self maid watch and an old damaged next to illegible spell book that by law he wasn’t allowed to have even though it was nothing more than a magic repair manual. With time and a lot of hard work and effort he learned how to restore the book and used it to learn more restoration magic and how he eventually got this job. Cross looked over at his new watch as the one he had brought with him into the inner city had proven to unreliable. It was twenty minutes tell the end of his shift he started to clean up when three loud bangs rang out.
“Oh, please let it just be an overly curies kid figured out how to switch on a piece of machinery again.” Cross said to himself as he left the lab where he found three punks with guns.
“Oh slag.” Cross said as he realized the situation everyone there excluding the gun men were laying on the floor and as if to make it worse over half the people on the floor where children.
“Get down get fucking down now!” One of the gun men yelled.
Cross held up his hands and said calmly. “Ok ok no need to go nuts just tell me how to help I’ll help you get whatever it is you want so we can get this over with as soon and as safe as is possible.”
“Get down!” He yelled again.
“Ok ok just keep calm I was just making my offer.” Cross said getting down onto his knees and then onto the floor.
Cross offered himself because as a sin he was much harder to kill and as sins physically are the strongest race and are one of the few who can survive outside the cities without special gear or magical protection. Plus, He had the class advantage as an armor type he could take a lot of abuse and have had to in the past. Also, as most glutton class sins skills revolved around eating and boosting their bodies. That being said taking a bullet would still hurt a lot but he doubted unless it was enchanted or silver or gold or was blessed it would do much damage. If this turned into a shootout heed have to make the fact that he was a sin known and keep, there focus on him so that no one else got hurt.
Agnes walked out of a door behind cross. “Mister cross is something oh no you I what.” Agnes said before fainting.
‘That girl can’t handle stress to save her life oh well maybe it was for the best she was probably in less danger now I hope.’ Cross thought as the punks started smashing displays.
“Hay buddy it took me forever to fix that can you just tell me what you want so I can give it to you before you smash all my hard work.” Cross said angerly from the floor.
“What was that you worm drone bastard.” The one of the goons who had done all the talking so far said walking over to Cross.
“Oh, so you’re from the outer city.” Cross said shifting to a sitting position.
“What the how did you know.” The gun man said pointing the gun at Cross.
“Simple I’m from there myself and no one in the inner city uses the term drone for obvious reasons now what is it you want.” Cross said calmly as the gunman pushed a gun into his face.
“What the hell man you want to die!” The gunman said angerly.
“No, I just know your type and you wouldn’t risk this much unless you knew it would end in a massive payday. So, by following that line of logic you’re after something or you were hired by someone with enough influence to get you in the city now your hear holding the place up so why and what for? Oh, and please don’t lie the sooner we get done with this the better. Because there’s a lot of scared kids and that’s bad for so many reasons I shouldn’t have to list them. Plus, I doubt you could handle an outer circle, or a pit born and I’m both.” Cross said with a smile that flashed his large sharp teeth.
“Shit wha what’s your title if you survived blood birth in the pit you must have one?” The gunman asked clearly Afraid hid hands shacking slightly.
“No, I didn’t I’m the one that got away.” Cross said disgusted at the idea that the gunman would think he held a pit title.
“Holy shit you’re the legend that ass hole is merciless you know he’s still hunting for you right he even put up one hell of a bounty on your head.” The gunman said his attitude doing a one eighty.
“Yeah I know oh weight please tell me he didn’t send you did he?” Cross asked with a groan.
“No but I would normally say weed collect on your bounty, but he killed my brother then ate him. So no in fact I’d love to kill that bastard myself, but you know how hard that is.” The gunman said rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, I know I dropped a mountain of trash on his head and it only bought me three days and do you have any idea how many times him, and his hounds chased me I swear. Oh, um where getting off topic look, we both know how this would go down if we slugged it out. So why not just take what you want and go or start running before the guards or worse the guardians show up.” Cross said knowing regardless of what happened heed be dealing with them either way.
“Oh, shit ok where looking for some magic thingy.” The gun man said pulling out a photo and handing it to Cross.
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