Wait what?
He went through the motions of his nightly routine robotically. His mind was completely on the fact that Morgan was leaving, and she may not be coming back. Even worse, he'll never see her again if she doesn't come back.
That thought terrified him. Perhaps he would have denied that it did a day earlier, but now that he's realized how he feels, what was the point in burying it away?
She was leaving in around a week. They possibly had a week left together. He didn't like that at all.
He couldn't let this happen. No, rather he wouldn't let this happen. He needs to get rid of these thoughts and think of how he should stop this.
Well the answer was rather obvious when he thought about it. He would just have to hunt down Mordret before she left. That would completely negate everything.
It would also work better since his soul sea is a direct counter to him. The only problem being how to find Mordret. He could be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He could even be in his very house at the moment and he wouldn't know.
That's why instead of going to Mordret, he needs Mordret to go to him. Which means he needs bait, and what better bait exists than details on the person Mordret hates the most. If he can somehow get info about Anvil, he could lure Mordret.
Of course it's not that easy, as nobody knows how he will react. He could lose composure and rush towards him. He could stay calm and not show himself at all. Or he could even set his own trap.
The risk was high, but the reward was even higher in his eyes. But who said he needs info on Anvil in the first place? After all, when Mordret's mirror shard copied him, Mordret had received his true name and what it entailed. Which meant he must have also received what his flaw is. With that, Mordret would be inclined to believe his words as truth.
All these thoughts tangled up together before they eventually formed a net. A net that would be used for capturing someone that should have been dealt with a long time ago.
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In the deepest parts of the night, the shadows deepened, though the change was barely able to be seen in the pitch black.
A lone shadow snuck into the chambers of a slumbering princess before grabbing an object and slipping back out.
The shadows stirred once more as the lone shadow zoomed out of the house, sliding up a building and taking form once more when on a roof.
"Damnation! Her phone has a passcode!"
It was four numbers, which he could deduce down to a birthday. But the thing was, he didn't know Morgan's birthday. In all honesty, he even forgot the age she told him she was, because for all he could care, he wouldn't mind calling her—
He had to remind himself he wasn't Kai for a second. He crushed his phone, so he couldn't exactly look anything up either.
So despite it being slightly egotistical, he decided to try "1221", being his birthday.
He doesn't know if he should be sad, happy, or guilty that it worked. How did she know anyways? Well that's besides the point.
On Awakenedgram, Morgan had two accounts. One being her personal, which had no posts but millions of followers. The second being the Valor clan's account, which was kind of weird to see. To see a clan so commercialized was disgusting to him.
He clicked on the Valor account before looking at the Song clan's profile. He opened up the direct messages before seeing very hurtful messages exchanged between the social media managers of each account.
Ignoring that, he sent his message. The message being simple and to the point. Almost a little too simple in all honesty.
'Anvil, information, all, Sunless, chained isles, alone, one day.'
Of course the information was easy to piece together, but the reason he sent it to the account's messages instead of posting something was because of the account's posts. In each post on the Song account, it seemed the pictures taken came from reflections themselves. By this he means when a piece of metal was shown, it was as if the picture was taken from that metal in the reflection of another picture.
This led him to believe that the social media manager of the Song account was Mordret, and the manager of the Valor account must have been Morgan, since she was logged into it.
It seems the siblings didn't know they were talking to each other, which would be comedic if they didn't have a hate for each other that stemmed from childhood trauma that turned into a murderous urge.
Well, that seed was planted, and now it's time for the next step of the plan.
He had memorized every one of the cohort's numbers, and sadly he has to call someone he has been dreading to talk to.
He called Kai.
The phone rang for some seconds before it picked up, a yawn coming from the phone speaker.
"Hello..? Who is this?"
"It's me."
"S-Sunny?! I'm hanging u—"
"Don't you dare, mama's boy. We got a lot to talk about."
He could hear an audible gulp and whimper come from the other end. He really was a shameless dude, wasn't he?
"I'll text you the details of what I need you to do and where exactly I need you to be. That way you don't forget, since you're so... preoccupied with your relationship."
Before he could get a response from Kai, his stomach dropped as he heard another familiar voice. The voice of Aiko.
"Kai... why are you up?"
"A-Aiko, I can ex—"
"Kai."
He wanted to hang up. He wanted to hang up. He wanted to hang up.
"M-Mommy... I can... explain"
He heard an audible scoff come from the other side of the speaker before he heard a switch flip and a buzzing sound right after, and then...
"Nghh! M-Momm—"
He hung up.
He resisted the urge to break the phone. He tried the hardest he's ever tried in his godless life.
With a sick stomach, he disappeared into the dream realm, heading to the next person he has to find.
Saint Tyris.
Of course she was most likely asleep right now, which is why he was just planning on leaving a note and getting back to her in the morning before Mordret should show up.
Shockingly though, he saw the light of her office still on. He peeked through the door only to see Tyris at her desk.
"I've been preparing for this day, Sunless."
Huh?
"You must have thought I didn't see you looking at my body... craving me... with those hungry eyes of yours, didn't you."
What the fuck?
"Every night I've stayed up, knowing this day would come, and I'm prepared now. For everything you're ready to unleash onto me."
"W-Wai—"
She stood up from her desk. The only light in the room was at her desk, leaving the rest of the room completely dark.
"I see... you're not even satisfied with that either, are you? Fine then, I'll oblige. Those eyes of yours... as if you're telling me you shall put a baby into my womb."
What the fuck...
"I see those eyes of yours? Are you thinking about Roan? I must commend you. I didn't think someone as treacherous as you would have a conscience... well don't worry."
She flicked on the lights in the room. They were still extremely dim, but they were bright enough to see. To see Roan sitting in the corner on a lone wooden chair.
"So take me, Sunless. Take me in front of my husband. Have your way with my body. Put a baby in—!"
"I just came to leave a letter."
...
"Oh."
...
Damnation.