We go back in time, six months actually, the Messenger smiling, wearing a slimming black suit. His dirty blonde hair combed neatly. His hands once more held behind his back as he walks into a large business lobby. At the reception desk, a young woman types quietly on a bizarre looking typewriter. Every word printed on the paper is made of a blue fire. She has long straight white hair, and is wearing reading glasses. Each frame is different, with different colored lenses. Upon seeing the creepy smiling man before her, she simply sighs and presses a button on the intercom. Her name tag reads “Clementine.”
Clementine: (Annoyed) The freak is here.
There’s a groan on the other end of the intercom, as the elevator behind her opens up with a “DING” sound.
Messenger: (Smooth talking) Clem, babycakes, don’t tell me you still haven’t forgiven me?
Clementine: (Angry) My parents were right about you from the start. You can just go die in a gutter, you-
Messenger: (Smooth talking) AP! BUP BUP! SHHHHHH!
He puts a finger on her lips, forming his wicked grin once more.
Messenger: (Smooth talking) Clem Clem….my dolly….can you find it in your sexy heart that what I did really wasn’t that big a deal?
She responds by biting his finger.
Messenger: OW!
Clementine: (Angry) YOU MISSED OUR OWN WEDDING, YOU BASTARD!!!
He simply laughs it off, trying to shake the feeling back into his finger.
Messenger: (Wickedly happy) WOWZA! And its that flare that made me fall head over heels for you!
Clementine: (Angry) I’m warning you, and I don’t care what happens to me, I will gut you right here, and send you back to the swamp you were conceived in. Now get on the fucking elevator.
He simply smiles, gazing at her very angry face as he enters the elevator.
Messenger: Until we meet again, my love chariot. I look forward to once again gazing upon your-
She cuts him off by closing the elevator doors.
Messenger: She’ll come around eventually.
The elevator rises higher, and higher, and higher. When it finally stops, the monitor inside says “LEVEL INFINITE.” The doors open to what looked like outer space. There were stars everywhere, planets orbiting around the room, even miniature black holes forming. Only thing that was off was the white tile floor that the Messenger walked on once exiting the elevator. He walks along this tiled floor until approaching five large throne chairs. What was behind the chairs was a large flaming blue sun. Messenger just stood there, still smiling, as five figures suddenly appeared, their bodies each covered entirely in this same blue flame. Messenger lets out a chuckle, bowing in respect.
Messenger: My crows…..still enjoy making the proper entrance, I see.
One of the flaming figures speaks, the fire dimming.
Crow 1: The Messenger of XYZ and INFINITE. You realize that you’re late?
Still bowing, he forms another huge grin, looking up at the crow. The fire had left this crow, revealing a tall thin male, wearing a black business suit with a royal cloak covering his shoulders, neck, and mouth. The upper part of his face is covered in a steel mask with strange writings on it, similar to that of the Messenger’s mask. HIs hands however, are visible, pale white, with several rings on them.
Messenger: Apologizes Crow Drell, but you make these meetings hard to balance into my already busy schedule.
He lets out a sly chuckle, another of the crow’s reveal their true form from the blue flames. This time a a busty chested female, dressed in an elegant black dress with sparkles on it shaped like spider webs. She has luscious lips, and a cute nose. But her eyes are covered in bandages, indicating that she is blind. Yet her short brown hair combed in a cute style. Seemed that she had more positive features than negative ones.
Crow 2: Always with the laughter, never could remain serious for even the slightest of moments. We just overlooked your report in the Y Branch. Seems you went against protocols…..again.
Messenger: First off, may I say Crow Frida, you are looking ever so ravishing this fine day. Second, we’re all friends here. No need for the dramatics.
Crow Frida: Flattery won’t save you this time, Messenger.
She snaps her fingers, a large list appears before her. The words written in the blue flamed text were not of accomplishments, but the exact opposite.
Crow Drell: As one who bares the title of Messenger, your duty is to act as our mobile vessel. Spread the might and power that is the Crows through your actions and words. Yet strangely, every time we send you out, none of this is accomplished. Instead, you disobey directives, unbalance the peace of the districts with your catastrophic ways of entertainment, and break countless laws.
Messenger: (Confused) I suppose this isn’t the announcement of my promotion? Never the less, I always enjoy feedback of all the kinds!
He lets out another chuckle, as the next crow reveal is a tall thin as tree limbed creature. His whole body draped in black stitched fabric. A black cape flows down to his feet. Through the holes of his masked face are large reptilian-like eyes, glaring angrily at the Messenger.
Crow 3: The union of the crows was created to show not only our loyalty as protecters of the branches, but the fear of our might to anyone who dared posed against us.
The fourth crow that appeared from the flames was smaller than the others, a younger male in a dark red cloak. His eyes were covered by the hood he was wearing. A strange symbol was marked on his chest. It was two arrows crossed together, with a demonic beast behind them.
Crow 4: There are forces beyond the limits of normal beings that must always be dealt with by the best of the best. Therefore, the Messengers were created. Yet you’ve managed to take such a title and turn it into a work of an abomination.
Messenger: (Wickedly happy) Crows Abyss and Red Thumb, always appreciated your thoughts of my work the most. Really hits me in the heart strings….well if I had any.
Crow Drell: You don’t see the point, do you?
Crow Frida: You say that like you’re surprised. True, he’s the best Messenger there is in terms of power, yet he acts like a rampaging spider monkey on angel dust.
Crow Abyss: That’s putting it mildly, citizens fear him more than they do us.
Crow Red Thumb: What say you, Messenger? Although I’m already regretting this, it is by the order of the crows that you state your own thoughts to the recent matter at hand. Well?
Messenger: My crows……you all have been an inspiration to this loopy bastard…..and I thank you…..but to put it simply…..fuck the rules.
Just then, the final crow appears in front of Messenger, not from his throne. He’s an older man, wearing a pale gray suit. His skin pale and wrinkled. A red cloak is layered over that. He has two prosthetic hands, and several scars on his face. Three on his chin, two on his right cheek, then finally a large one starting at the top of his eye and ending down his left. He’s missing his left ear, and small chunks of his right ear are missing. He has long gray hair that goes down his shoulders, and he’s wearing dark black sunglasses. He looks down at Messenger and simply cracks a smile.
Crow 5: So now you decided to snap? After all the years of putting up with your bullshit, you finally go off the track……I’m proud of you…..but now I can finally rip that smug look off your plastered face once and for all.
Messenger: You need a better hobby, Uncle Max.
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