Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power-Chapter 458: The Boys

Chapter 458 – The Boys

"Let’s work together, boys." Dancer’s words caused the faces of both Loup and White to change, though the emotions were different from one another.

Loup was surprised, but then looked at Dancer with open wariness, showing without flinching his lack of confidence to the man sitting leisurely in front of him.

White was a bit more different, and relaxed in a disturbing way. He met the words of Dancer with a wider smile, his stunningly beautiful pale eyes looking like they were glowing an ash-like, smoky fire.

Something was undoubtedly playing behind the back of his mind, so it was without any surprise when he spoke first:

"Work together you say," White drawled, his voice taking a slurring tone, "but we can only work together if our goals align."

He cocked his head. "But do we?"

"PAH!" Loup made an exaggerated sound with his mouth, face crunched in dissatisfaction. "How can we answer that question unless he tells us what his goal is? And do you see his face, White? This guy is untrustworthy. So no. I won’t—!"

"Just stay silent, Newbie." White put his index finger on his grinning mouth. Instinctively, for some unknown reason, Loup obeyed. He regretted it immediately after, but White’s attention was already back on Dancer.

"I don’t, in all honesty, actually need to know your goal," White shrugged. "I wouldn’t mind if I do, though, but I don’t need it. I am used to working with people whose goals remain unknown to me."

’Just like the Seer. Can anyone guess what’s behind her head? Oh, how I wish to be able to. Ah, yes, Anthropologist did say something about it when we asked. Oh, what was that again?’

The words of Anthropologist flashed mysteriously inside his mind.

’There are gifts, and there are things that must be earned. Wisdom is earned. And an important part of Wisdom is being aware of what you must know, and what you must not know.’

White’s face slowly shifted, a sudden and unexpected understanding gracing his mind as he remembered the words of Anthropologist.

He lifted his right hand, letting it hover above his mouth before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"So good! So good! He was right!" He barked, remembering again a day when The Harvester was there and said something that still stuck with him until this day.

Something he said because the Seer was weary of Anthropologist’s unending lesson of history. Lessons where you only learned that nothing had changed along the unending years of history — only the players changed.

’Don’t complain about Anthropologist,’ The Harvester had said, his voice magnetic yet deeply warm. ’If I have not been gifted with Wisdom, I will gift myself a man who possesses it. So take him. He will come handy, I assure you.’

White finally began to grasp the deeper meaning behind the words of his god and savior. And that understanding overwhelmed him with emotions, causing him to immediately stand up and kneel on the ground.

Loup and Dancer watched him with puzzled eyes, struggling to comprehend what was going on with the pale freak.

But White was in another world. A world where the voice of his god reached the deepest of his soul. So he bowed down in return, willing to lower himself in front of his god, forehead against the floor, and whispered in a deep, reverent tone:

"Praise The Harvester, the Lord of Blood and Owner of the Crimson Star. I belong to you, and might my soul be pleasing to you, so that you can hold it within your blessed Hands when I will be no more."

Dancer shivered at the words, his eyes wide.

Loup, meanwhile, had a strange expression — a struggling one. He seemed to go through an internal battle of how he should act in front of this scene. Even so, the young wolf was not known to be a thinker.

So he acted.

’I don’t know him, but he saved me. So I will believe in the god you believe in, if the one you believe in is the one that made you save me.’

So without any more hesitation, he mirrored White, and let his forehead kiss the dirty floor.

"Praise The Harvester—"

Here, as if inspired by something out of the world; something his mind couldn’t comprehend...Loup felt his mouth move on its own.

"—The Blood of Humanity, Blessed Child of Two Worlds. I belong to you, so let the crimson star grace us with its presence, so that a Path might open to us with the bloody light."

The world stilled, and red light bled through it.

"This is crazy." Dancer muttered in a cracking voice, lifting his head upward, seeing in the sky shrouded by wisps of shadows...a crimson shining star.

His face was aghast, drained of all colors. Before he gathered himself, White and Loup were already back on their feet.

"The Crimson Star revealed itself to us." White said, smiling widely. "Your proposal is accepted. We will work together."

"Who are you?" Dancer finally asked, throat dry.

"Do you truly wish to know?" White asked.

Dancer didn’t answer immediately, aware of the underlying warning behind the words. But at that time, curiosity got the better of him.

’Cupid’s foul arrow! What am I doing!’

"Yes," he said, voice now strangely steady.

White’s lips pulled out naturally. "Then I shall tell you, of course."

He bowed his head theatrically.

"I am White, one of the Four Apostles of the Crimson Veil." He said. "We worship The Harvester."

He lifted his head enough to stare at Dancer’s glowing pink-hearted eyes.

"Do you wish to know more about our beloved Lord?"

Dancer gulped, then smiled wryly.

"If I am to work with you," he said, "I must know who will have our back in case everything goes wrong. So speak."

White nodded. "First, what is your name?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"I am called Dancer."

"Who do you worship?"

"Naked old and plump women. I like them married and saggy." Dancer said. "But Cupid fancies me."

Loup spat. "You are a man-whore."

"Stop complimenting me, I am shy."

Loup snarled and White barked a laugh.

"Oh, this will be such a good tale to tell to Crimson, Silver and Bald! Hahahah! I have been stuck with a virgin and a man-whore, that will be the title! I can’t wait! Hahahah!"

Dancer and Loup stared at White with twitching eyes.

"I will kill you one day, I swear."

"Are the three you just spoke about beautiful women?"

"Do you seek death, Dancer?"

"Oh, my..."

—End of Chapter 458—