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A long time ago, in a dimension called Arathos, where magic can make anything possible. Then, an organization named Argentilla sought to destroy the magic because many abused the magic for selfish reasons. For billions of years, they've warriors from others for their cause. Over those years, magic had slowly died out, and the age of science and technology began. 

Then, a group called Saint Amara rose up. This group was descendants who opposed Argentilla and fought to restore magic. But they fell in battle. Many saints have come, and many fell. Until Saint Zaun. They–

???: Shut up, old man! 

The old man looked at the child who yelled at him. He got up and looked at the child.

Man: Will... please....

Will: No, no, no! Do NOT say it! Those monsters are the reason shit is all shit in the first place! I'm not listening to anymore of this shit! 

Will left.

Man: William! Please!

The boy, William, left a house. He runs away as the man begged him to come back, but he kept running. A few hours later, he was breathing heavily. He looked up to a tower with concern.

William: I hope both of them are ok.

At a high tower, a child was sitting on the edge. Blonde hair with blue eyes  He had an emotionless look on his face. His eyes are red, void of any trace of life, and he looks on the left to see an older boy walking towards him and sitting next to him.

Boy: Lucafell...

Lucafell: It's time, little brother.

Lucafell and the little brother stood up. They readied themselves for their fall. 

Lucafell: Ready, lefenius?

Lefenius: Yeah.... 

They look down for a few seconds before jumping from the edge. Memories flashed before their eyes. Good memories of the fun times they had with their friends, dear comrades, and their lovers. Then HE came and ruined everything. 

Sorobos Klain. The bastard took everything from them. Put them through hell over and over, stole their girlfriends and future wives, made their friends turn on them, and worst, they family is gone. 

Now, the two brothers decided to end their suffering by killing themselves. They closed their eyes as they reached closer to the ground, closer to their release from their pain. Then...

???: Woah now, child~

Something stopped the brothers from hitting the ground just a few centimeters from impact. 

Lucafell: What...?

Lefenius: Wha...? 

The brothers opened their eyes, confused by an unknown voice. 

???2: It's too early for you two to waste your lives at such a young and fruitful age, too~ 

The second voice spoke in a sultry tone. The boys heard wings flapping as they were flying from the ground. The brothers looked back and saw two men carrying them. They couldn't see their faces due to the sun blocking their view. The only thing the little boys could get was their hair

Lefenius: No.... Please.... Let us die! Please! 

Lucafell: I don't wanna be alive anymore! Let me and my brother die! 

The brothers demanded. They didn't want to live anymore. They've suffered by the hands of sorobos and bastards like him for too long. They just want release from torment. That release was taken from them by mysterious men in seconds.

???2: Why would we let you die when your new life just started? 

Lucafell: New life...? 

???1: Yes. We'll tell you two, as soon as we find a nice comfy room~

They land back at the top of the tower. The faces of figures that rescued the boys are now revealed. One has green eyes, long curly hair that reaches to his back, with some green across his hair. He also had glasses. The other had crimson hair with amber eyes.

???1: Before we continue allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm blank. My partner is Oraphis.

Oraphis: We heard your desperate cries for love and comfort~

Blank: We.... 

Blank/Oraphis: Are your new loyal lovers for the rest of your lives. For you two have suffered that no children of your age should have. You struggled and fought for your former allies and spouse, and gained nothing for it. Your heart's desires were denied. Allow us to fulfil your desire.

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5 hours before the suicide attempt of the waywarkenw

Man: Help me– 

A man screamed for help and was instantly cut down in seconds. Another was shot, and another was stabbed to death. It wasn't just men women included in the slaughter. This is a city called Arkveil. A hellhole for the unfortunate souls. All made by the hypocrisy of a race called the maidens. They said it was for those who committed a crime to be redeemed, yet it's nothing more than a slaughterhouse of the foolish. However, a group of people called the whalers survived the hellscape. Daud, one of the five leaders of the whalers. There was one problem. Mages.

Mages are heartbroken men turned. They have caused havoc in Arkveil. Daud has encountered them on several occasions and each ended with a whaler getting killed. We go to Daud at the whaler headquarters. Billie Lurk. Daud's second in command. A woman who survived a mage attack when she was a little girl. Since then she has held a great resentment towards the mages. She's engrossed in her training. Daud was looking through papers is trying to understand the mages and their motives. 

Daud: Mrnh.... Useless. None of these papers explains how to kill them or explains their motives. 

Whaler: What did you expect getting information from a maiden? 

A whaler enters Daud's room.

Daud: Crude. 

Crude: Did you forget that the maidens are the reason why we're in this hellhole? 

Daud: I haven't forgotten. I just thought those bastards would finally have something useful. But a maiden is a maiden. 

Crude: A snake is a snake. Billie is still training. 

Daud: Crude? 

Crude: I'm fine. I... just need sleep. 

Crude left Daud's room. He was worried about someone, therefore, he hadn't slept for some time now. He now lies in bed, his eyes closed, and slumber takes him. 

Crude: ZZZ....

In crude's dream

Crude was walking around in the clouds. 

Crude: Hello? 

No one answered. Crude saw someone walking. The clouds were covering their whole body.

Crude: Hey! 

The person turned to Crude. 

Crude: Who... are you? 

The clouds faded, revealing it to be Lefenius. An older Lefenius. 

Crude: Lefenius!? 

As the remaining clouds faded, Lefenius had Angel wings. Crude now, more shocked and confused. 

Crude: Lefenius...? 

A light shines behind Lefenius. The light grew brighter and brighter each second. 

Crude: Ah! 

Crude covered his eyes from the growing light. 

Crude: Aah! 

Crude woke up from the dream, sweating, and breathing heavily. 

Crude: What was that!? 

Crude spoke to himself. 

Crude: (What kind of dream was that!? Lefenius... had wings... on his back! And he was older too.) 

Crude got up from the bed, and he ran past Billie. Billie looked at Crude in confusion as he ran. 

Billie: Hmn?

2 hours later

In a tavern, a bunch of guards and regular civilized me were drinking and partying. They're laughing and playing games. This the the cucked club. Those who have been made into cuckolds. A haven where men go to vent their grief and frustrations. Mending their heartaches in order not to become mages. They forge an unbreakable friendship from the scars of betrayal. Their leader and founder, Alan Pux, has white hair with brunette skin, and brown eyes, he was checking maintenance and the men. 

Alan: Alright, men. It's time. 

The men turned to Alan. Their eyes are on him as he stands on the table. 

Alan: For the annual "fuck the resistance" party to begin! 

The men cheered in joy upon Alan's announcement. The men prepared for the party. More men entered the tavern. The Party begins. Men were celebrating and partying. 

3 hours after the party started

Three hours after the party began, the men were still celebrating the party. Some of them fell asleep from the drinking, and some are sober. Alan was dancing with the members. He stopped dancing and looked at the door, more men arrived, this time, young men.

Alan: Our guests of honor as arrived! It is time to bring down the wall of shame! Smoke! Stack! 

2 men brought a board in. Smoke and Stack. Twin brothers. The board had photos of women who were unfaithful to them. The booing began. Some men threw knives at the photos. They were livid just by looking at them. One man shot at one of the pictures, but missed horribly.

Man: Oh, fuck off!

The men laughed at the failure of a shot. 

Man: Raaagh! 

Alan: Hahahaha! 

Alan laughed. Another burst open the door.

Alan: Tun? 

Tun: Boss! It's the waywarkins! 

Alan: What!? 

Alan ran outside hearing this. He pulled out his binoculars and searched for the brothers. He eventually spots the waywarkens.

Alan: No no no no. 

Alan saw them jump off the building. 

Alan: NOOO!!!! 

As soon as the?

Two little brothers jumped off the tower allan immediately ran. Alan took care of the waywarkens since they lost everything and everyone had betrayed them. He did everything he could to cheer them up, but he didn't realize how severe that depression was. Until now.

Alan: DAMN IT A–! What the!? 

A bright light shines causing Alan to cover his eyes. The light faded slowly. Alan went into the tower. Two guards stopped him.

Alan: Tobias! Cluan! 

Tobias: I'm sorry Alan but I can't let you go through. Not this time. 

Alan: Frosting bastard! Those waywarken boys tried to kill themselves just now! 

Tobias: What!? 

Alan: Then a bright light came outta nowhere! We have to check on them now! 

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Alan and the others went to the elevator. The elevator went up passing each level of the tower. But suddenly, the elevator broke. 

Alan: The elevator broke! 

Tobias: I got it! 

Tobias goes to fix the elevator, but when he removes the elevator buttons to fix it, it blows up smoke in his face. 

Tobias: Uh. Oops. 

Alien and caulan coughed due to the smoke spreading in the elevator.

Alan: Tobias...! - Cough- For fuck... - Cough - sake!!

Claun: - Cough - Retrarded ass!