Vincent wasn't one to take yes for an answer. Does she have any idea who she was talking to? This was the King of Destruction, trespassing into his domain. Who dares to threaten the King of Destruction?

  "... Oh really now? I don't think you know who you're talking to."

  He slapped the arm away from his shoulder and held his hand fully extended at her face, trying to blast her away. But before he could discharge it, she disappeared.

  "I can see why you're a hard dog to tame. Even Kytan Veyron gave up on you." She appeared behind him, wrapped her right arm around his neck and started choking him, forcing Vincent to pose in a Matrix-like dodging stance. She was facing the opposite way, just crouching to make it harder for him to regain balance should she let go.

  "Listen. I consider everyone who possesses Souls and Soul-Energy pathetic, meaningless sheep, completely anti self-aware to their delusions and their stupid philosophies that they cling onto like a mother. You're an annoying dog, like any other."

  She used her left hand and pinched a pressure point, causing Vincent's arm to feel paralyzed and useless.

  "I've dealt with dogs like you like it was second nature to me. In this world, the word 'Free-Will' is merely a fallacy that sheep use to excuse their mistakes and wrongdoings, pretending they know themselves when they truly know nothing of themselves and how to make sense of their actions. You, like many others, are blinded by their greed, their desires, their stupidity, their lies, their ego; they are blind of what their destiny will come to."

  The woman lifted them into the air and slammed Vincent against the ground, stomping on his head to keep him down.

  "Souls guide like masters and serve like slaves. You are a slave to your own curse. In fact, all of you are pawns to Him, one way or another."

  "Who the fuck are you!?" He questioned. He received another stomp.

  "Breach of Rule #3, but since I'm in a good mood, I'll abstain from killing you. Just know this: You, are owned by me. Your Soul, is owned by Him. Think of it as a semi-confiscation of your Soul."

  Vincent laid on the grass, letting himself process everything going on. There was nothing much that happened, but what was happening felt like forever.

  .:. I've been reduced to being a servant to someone I hardly know... Fuckin' stupid... .:. He thought.

  "Until He comes back to judge all beings with souls, you will be under my supervision, and your first order is to lay there and shut the hell up until we get to our destination."

  "And where's that?" Vincent spoke, laying there without fighting back.

  The woman took off her robe, revealing her fiery, orange hair. But something seemed more obvious than that: Her eyes were pure white. They held no iris nor pupils, and seemingly didn't reflect light, rendering her as seemingly blind. Blind, yet so strong that it was impossible to comprehend it.

  "..." He decided not to ask about it since that would be breach of rule number 3.

  Then, the woman sat down on the tree trunk, the robe perfectly laid down on her lap as if she had done this countless times already. Her posture looked perfect; poised, elegant and statuesque. Something she needed to do to remap her spatial hearing awareness of the world. However good her hearing was, it also meant she suffered from hypersensitive hearing. Certain noises agitated her deeply.

  But what Vincent noticed about her is that she wasn't sure if she was sitting down a tree trunk, and stood up a couple of times trying to find it with her hands while staying silent. If she has such good spatial awareness, why was she struggling to realize that she was sitting down just then?

  Then, she crouched and put her ear close to the tree trunk, slapping it when she finally found it, sitting down on it and relaxing. Vincent was amazed by this, watching this entire ordeal.

  What is she? Why is she acting like that? What's going on with her? What's she?

  She has superhuman strength and speed despite not harbouring a Soul or Soul-Energy, but can't even realize she was sitting on a damn tree trunk. What the hell? How does that work?

  "I'm sure you're dying to know who I am and what I'm suffering with." She said, breaking the silence and making eye contact with Vincent. Or rather, eye level. As Vincent noticed, she wasn't looking at him, but slightly above his eyes, making it look like she was focusing on him.

  "Suffering? What do you mean by suffering?" He asked.

  "Rule #3." She responded. Vincent rolled his eyes, giving up on asking questions. For someone like himself, asking questions isn't really allowed because he wanted to take everything as it came. There were no questions asked. No worries, no thoughts or whatever. However, here he was, asking a myriad of questions. To some it may sound desperate, but to him, it feels more like gaining perspective over what seems like something out of this world.

  Or, to confirm an earlier gut feeling. A person without Soul-Energy, but being this strong felt familiar. Too familiar.

  "Blind, and you lack the ability to feel and touch." Vincent said. "Not only are you physically blind, but you also seem to have little awareness of your surroundings in its physical form. You have good spatial hearing, but you can't know if you're sitting, sleeping until you hear what you're sleeping or sitting on."

  The woman had a smirk, giggling a little bit. "Bingo~" She congratulated him with a smile. Her voice sounded sinister, like that of a witch. Vincent couldn't tell what her intentions were, but her body language revealed what he needed to know.

  She was more than a threat. More than just an obstacle. But if she knew of this being she mentioned beforehand, what else could she know?

  "And from the fact you look very different from me... You must be a Testharian, correct? They're generally tall, slim and pale... and you're tall, slim and pale."

  The woman smiled. "...Smart. Yes, I am indeed a Testharian." She slapped the tree trunk, to realize if she was still sitting on it or not.

  "23 years ago, the Royal Family threw a lone girl out of the family because they deemed the girl a burden for them. Not that they called it a curse, but because the girl lacked 2 senses important to one's health, which is sight and touch. This meant they couldn't rely on the girl for anything regarding battle, or for anything in general. One bad birth would make the Royal Family seem weak. So what did they do to the girl? Like I said, threw it out and was given to a foster family especially known to take in special kids. The girl was born into the Royal Family, mind you. For years, the foster family taught the girl to be as normal as possible. Eat, drink, hear. But anything that regarded sight and touch was something the girl never learned about, thus leaving a big gap in the girl's mental growth as they entered puberty and adulthood. As a result, this girl never gained the ability to read, imagine words in their mind nor picture an image mentally. Because the girl lacked the ability to be normal, and develop like other special kids could, they threw this girl out like the trash the Royals did before. Several years later, this girl came back after hearing about a special kid killing the foster parents for mistreating them and calling them freaks."

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  "Let me guess...you killed those people, didn't you?"

  "Nope. That's the best part; She didn't. It turned out the boy who was treated poorly killed the foster parents. Their age difference was almost 10 years, him being older and she younger. She felt sympathy for this boy, because the boy lived longer with those parents than the girl. But none of that mattered for the girl. So this girl named dropped the Eria and adopted the last name of her mother, Rias Kranz, and took the identity of the late father's dead daughter, Hana Zurgen."

  "So you aren't an Eria by law by adopting the name Hana Zurgen?"

  "Bingo~ Smart boy, aren't you?" She mocked.

  Vincent sat there dumbfounded. He wasn't able to grasp the entirety of the story. In short, this girl went through a hard upbringing, being disowned twice and ultimately finding a new identity.

  Vincent sat up, folding his hands in front of him. "So let me get this straight...the Royal Family, famous for bringing life and wealth to Testharia...disowned you?"

  "Like it was nothing." She affirmed.

  "...Shit." He muttered under his breath, putting the story together like a jigsaw puzzle.

  A person born to such a prestigious family like the Royal Family, disowning their own child, simply because the baby lacks sight and touch. And to top it all off, the family she was supposed to be taken care of, ditched her like a sack of potatoes, because the child couldn't do exactly what it should?

  Maybe bearing a normal, generic name like Zurgen was good in hindsight. Because the second he heard that this girl was part of the Royal Family, he immediately got a bad taste in his mouth. Only cowards would throw out their offspring.

  "Hana Zurgen... that's the alias you use... for?"

  "I still haven't given you any right to know about my personal information." She remarked.

  "Can't say I ain't tryin', I suppose." He scratched the back of his head, sighing loudly. At least now he knows a few things.

  "Can I atleast know your real name?"

  "If you want to die, yes."

  This woman...

  This girl, an Eria...

  Also goes by Hana Zurgen...

  Was a discarded princess.

  And a new one, better than her, took her place. Who, by the way, had absolutely no knowledge about the disowned princess. Nor her existence. Nor what happened 23 years ago, that made everyone look at her differently.

  Not even Sachiel, or any of the Royal Family knew. Only Azrael Testharia and Rias Kranz knew, the two people who rebuilt Testharia into the Grand Order of Testharia they know now. The secret behind their daughter died with them. Azrael has died, and so has Rias. There wasn't anyone left that could disclose the truth besides herself.

  No one knew of the fifth child.

  Sachiel, Asheera, Satono, Altair, all of them did not know. All they knew that Satono was the exiled one.

  Huh.

  All the while, Vincent was trying to think of ways to escape without breaking anything. All his bones and muscles ached so badly that it felt like torture. But at least, he knew that Testharia wasn't the home of eternal peace it claimed itself to be.

  But Vincent had one final question:

  "Are you working for this ‘Him’ guy and doing his bidding?"

  The Testharian smirked and stood up. She walked towards him and grabbed him by the hair, picking him up in a matter of seconds with ease, while also tightening her grip.

  "I work for no one, you disgusting maggot. He promised me something and I only stand around him to make sure he keeps his promise to me. Get that through your little brain, you sheep. You've served people, so you know how it is to be a wasted human resource. I follow Him because His ideas intrigue me, and I truly believe His ideas will shape the world into something better. My main target is Sachiel Eria, and I intend to kill him by my own hands. And knowing he's one of His main targets as well, it's convenient for me to follow Him. Do you understand? I want to kill that fucking piece of shit that Azrael and Rias dared to birth into this world. He and everyone else are my prey and I intend to hunt each and every one of them down. All of them! Do they think I'm not deserving of any royal title because of how I was born? Of a condition!? To hell with that! That adopted fucking ‘princess’ is more of a loser than I ever was and yet she gets to lead Testharia alongside Sachiel Eria? No fucking person can dictate what I do and will be. No Soul can dictate that either! I'll be the one to own them all, make them lick my boot full of fucking dog shit, choke on their own blood, shove their intestines back into their mouths and vigorously feed them their own excrete! That's what I'll do! If Azrael were alive, he'd eat himself for fucking once. Disgusting male pig he was! And he dares to call himself king of kings?! That fucking perverted slut called Rias?! She left everyone except an adopted orphan! At least she was nice to me for a bit, but even so, she went through with throwing me away like trash! They are weak-willed humans without the knowledge of how reality works. They’re just like you. Just like you. A slave."

  Hearing her rage-fueled speech left Vincent stunned.

  Sure, she was pretty powerful, but to bear that much hate towards one single person, no wonder she wanted to end him with her own hands.

  The intense feelings she has for that specific person and those who dare to side with them makes her more than a foe...

  It makes her a Nemesis.

  A very, very dangerous nemesis.

  "NOBODY CAN CONTROL ME! I CONTROL MYSELF AND NO SOUL OR DISGUSTING BEING WILL TELL ME WHAT TO DO! NO ONE!!" She kicked the tree trunk with such power that it flew through the thousands of trees like an artillery missile, creating a new pathway of broken bark, wood splinters, and wrecked soil.

  If he hadn't met her and learned from her strength, he'd say that she wouldn't be any problem. But, if she's so hell-bent on killing Sachiel Eria, the Great Kamisword, known to be one of fundamental power with the likes of Kytan Veyron and even the late Kytron Veyron?

  Then she must be as strong as Sachiel Eria, if not stronger...

  "Is it clear enough for you why I am working with Him?" She asked.

  "Crystal clear..." He answered.

  Hana threw Vincent away to the ground once again and sighed loudly.

  "That's all I am... Queen Nothing. Born weak, stayed weak. I have no other choice than to keep walking and never stop. I must keep walking."

  “I must keep walking.”

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  = = =

  "Station - 5: Course destination: Mars."

  "Station - 5: Course destination: Mars."

  The announcements spoke over the busy station in the busy rush hour. The Central Ship Station in Ainzite City. A station for public transporting ships to hold passengers. Pretty much like an airline or train station.

  Flynnigan would sigh. He got up from the bench and walked to the ship that was setting course to the Envia Dome on Mars. He stepped into the transporting ship, perfectly blended in with the environment. Upon looking at his attire, he looks like a tourist. A simple, white t-shirt with tan pants, some black running shoes and a fanny pack around his waist. Sunglasses on and a digital camera hanging from his neck. Just a plain ole' tourist.

  Once aboard the ship, Flynnigan sat down in the passenger seats. Taking a glance at Earth for the last time, before finally letting it go. His village, burned, destroyed. His life, turned upside down.

  He swore to do everything in his power to find the person who did this. But most importantly.

  He wanted to find meaning to himself that he so longed.

  What's being a Soul-Wielder like?

  What is the Soul?

  What am I?