Jeremiah was walking behind the three rebels, his head swaying and bopping side to side as he walked in the snow, pitch white soft snow— baby snow. Sunflowers covered and dusted by the ice as a breeze, gust of wind swam around their bodies.

  Anubis sighed, he was twirling an amulet in his palm— it was bold and purple, deep purple as it reflected of his face; a snide smirk smothered across his visage.

  “Anubis right?” Jeremiah questioned, his hood was removed as his face was clear— there were dirt and musk all over, evident from the lack of skincare or hygiene taken due to hiding from Floria’s best.

  “Yes, what is it to you?” He grumbled, he didn’t bother to turn around as he just continued to walk straight forward, Medusa at the left hand side and Lucius at the right.

  “That is extremely old world— your name is derived from an Egyptian God, so is your clothing, attire— everything about you is of the past, how?” Jeremiah tilted his head, tired— eyebags under and wrinkles forming across his smiles, lines.

  “I don’t know much about the Old World — Earth. I’ve tried to learn, but it’s forbidden… Mortals such as you or I aren’t permitted to know the truth; that knowledge is gatekept by those false Gods.” Anubis shrugged his shoulders, contrasting his determined tone— he was uncaring, “After all, when we do defeat those synonyms of the Anti-Christ, then I believe we will be able to find out the truth.”

  “Anti Christ?” Lucius turned his head to face Anubis, his feet trudging through the snow— it was just pure snow ahead, “What’s that?”

  “I read up on the religions of the past in the library— there’s not a lot of new information at our base but they do go over the basics; such as in most Abrahamic religions, there is an ‘Anti-Christ’, someone who pretends to be God.”

  “Do you think Ezekiel was God then?” Medusa dug through her pockets, taking out a pill from a bottle and swallowing it, “They did say that in school.” She shook the bottle around, there was a label reading, ‘Scarce Beamer’.

  “They did say the Old World was destroyed in a war— I don’t believe that’s a lie.” Jeremiah shot out, “I don’t think it was just a simple human extinction attack, I think the world was destroyed.”

  “The world was destroyed? Seriously.” Lucius sniggered.

  “He may be right. When I read upon the old world, there were simply only humans— but looking at this world, there is so much more. Even beyond that, the way this world works and the prior— it has no cohesion together.” Anubis replied, he stared at the snow.

  It twinkled, bright— beautiful.

  “Who even cares?” Lucius rolled his eyes, “We are in this new world— it’d be a haven without these Gods here so… we kill them and we live in paradise basically.”

  “Killing any of the Gods— even Samiel recklessly will lead to a war that would envelop the world, don’t be rash.” Medusa hissed, her hair standing up as Lucius simply looked away.

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  “What even made you guys become rebels? Weren’t you living fulfilling lives before?” Jeremiah chuckled, “It’s fascinating how the world works— it’s so small.”

  “Don’t ask a question then start wandering to yourself, as for me— I just want to learn knowledge, knowledge is key to all. I saw your performance in the Reprisal, it was decent. I respect intelligence as I want to be intelligent as well.” Anubis chimed, “But all I truly want other than knowledge, is the truth behind it all, why we are alive— if the world truly did end, why did God decide to do this again. Entertainment? True Love? What is the truth behind it all?”

  “How touching. I simply applied because my family hates me.” Lucius scoffed, “Other than Paris— the rest of us Guildfords get no respect from our parents.”

  “I want to know more about that, no offense Anubis.” Jeremiah grinned.

  “Our family started since the birth of this new world I guess, considering how Floria is so small— they became known as criminals. A big criminal league— but we were seen as Kings, below the Lords of course but respectable within our own little place— we even had our own borough or state, Guildford Bay! But then y’know, stuff happens and they start breaking away from each other— then after my parents, the current heads decide to have three kids. Me, Paris and Melissa. Now I stick out like a sore thumb because the other two somehow got blessed by God to have some abnormal problems— Paris is Loki as you know, I don’t know whether it is true— maybe he’s the one of mythology from the old world. That fucking old world, and you know Melissa is somehow connected to Eliza the God— something happened there, I don’t know myself.”

  “You act as if you aren’t tied to mythology, you look like an angel— and your name is a reference to Lucifer.” Jeremiah raised his eyebrows.

  “But is it truly a testimony to my true character or is it just a neat reference my parents decided to give when they saw a baby with wings.” Lucius kissed his teeth before tilting his head to Medusa, “You give your reason now.”

  “Money. Ricos. They pay well here. I like things that don’t lie — money doesn’t lie” She blurted, uncaring.

  “Less noble than the others.” Jeremiah chuckled.

  “When we all die the same way— alone, who cares for false ambition. You don’t even exist anyway.” Medusa snapped her head around, facing Jeremiah before turning back.

  “Funny. Every rebellion I join ends up worshipping something anyway” Jeremiah shot back as Medusa hissed.

  “Weirdo.” He muttered as he looked up ahead and saw a large building.

  It was a crystal fortress, it was covered in the snow— had chimneys pumping out smoke and a tiny single door to open.

  “Is this the hideout? How obvious.” Jeremiah chuckled.

  “We guessed that if you torture yourself walking all this way— three days worth and you trudge through this snow, you’d be dead already. I mean, the only reason you aren’t right now is become I don’t want you to die.” Lucius fluttered his eyelashes, “How benevolent.”

  “A whole segment just for walking, will we even be able to go inside?” Jeremiah stared to the sky. baby blue, “What happened to your attacks against Samiel’s, you guys were doing way more than either Ostra or Floria. I don’t see the Rebel Saraline fighting anymore on the news.”

  “The Rebel Saraline is currently on a trip to Ostra.” The door creaked upon as Kanae Shota walked out, twirling a pistol in his hands.

  “I’m really sick of all the gun talk— seriously like look.” Jeremiah rolled his eyes before throwing a lollipop at the gun and exploding it in Kanae’s hands.

  “So it truly is you.” Kanae blinked, “Why are you here, rebel Saint?”

  “You should be the last to talk about rebellion.” Jeremiah spat.

  “Or the first, I am the Rebellion after all.” Kanae turned around, shrugging before laughing to himself and walking back inside, “If you want to apply little man then come inside!”

  “What a bastard, is he always like this?” Jeremiah turned around to the others— who already walked in and left him behind.

  “Pricks.” He stared up at the sky, still blue— still has the sun shining, it’s still rotating and it’ll always be rotating, so why feel the urge to stop going as well.

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