Chapter 65: chapter 71: Accosting Williams history!

As he held himself up by his knees and arms along a stream in a southern Carolina park known as the college district filled with the student's many dormitories, the young man who had not much of any memory of his childhood rested on one bright green leafed tree of many along the short river. The young man tossed his hand in front of him then slowly pulled it back toward his stab wounds along his torso under the city's bright moonlight. Unaware of his unique appearance as he blankly stared forward, the young Caucasian Korean's hair began to change into a shade of gray, only at his roots and his tips as he released a long sigh of relief. "I'm— I'm the sovereign. Sovereign of the world's smoke and the ashes under it thanks to chaos!" The young man reminded himself in his thoughts as a tear slid down his cheek. mlungisi sat specially ordered drinks down at the table where the most vital of Miss Lisha's circle sat, attending a meeting organized by Jayden himself. Once the rich and powerful leaders were seated and quiet, Jayden stood up and clapped once. "This is what it feels like to be treated like a big shot, huh?" Jayden asked rhetorically as he realized he made the moment awkward.

One of the members in the circle boo'ed and shouted for him to speak. Miss Lisha cleared her throat before she spoke far more respectful than before towards him leaving him questioning. "I suspect that it took you a month to figure out what you needed to do while altering Jacob's child but after a month of that and overcoming his essence combating your raconteurs. It turned out successful?" Miss Lisha questioned though both knew she was filling in her unique clique.

Jayden continued clapping though he wasn't shocked. "Mistdeemer might as well be considered fanfiction at this point— now there's only the sovereign of chaos' smoke and ashes. I've sent him on a quest for a particular greedy, depraved and horrific old man. So I have to listen into memories in order to let the raconteurs know which to alter and there's been one asshole that enjoys bullying him. I'm confident that he can beat him." Jayden further informed Seer Lisha and her special circle.

Before the sovereign of Chaos' smoke and ashes left the southern Carolina town's college district, he looked over to his right and realized that he had another arm made from his secondary ability. He was surprised until he recollected the memories of an old man removing it which had him grinding his teeth and gripping his wrist as he looked down at the demonic Kangaroo mask he held tightly in his hand. Miss Lisha looked at her son before turning her attention back towards Jayden with a cup of whine in her hand. "I receive glimpses of the conclusion before the more nuanced details, you've given him all of the data that Mlungisi collected from our contact for this?" Seer Lisha wondered and asked the only man she could have hired. Jayden nodded and smiled awkwardly as he threw a thumbs up down at his hip. "I did. My buddy should definitely be on his way over to him right now as we're speaking about him heading over right now. A few essential and basic memories ought to be back in his dome also." Jayden responded as he looked away.

A mustached seer two seats away from his leader, Lisha, twirled his stache before turning his attention towards the nonchalant young man. "You did miraculously rewrite someone else's entire life successfully?!" The stache twirling clique member was amazed by his power. Jayden gently rubbed his chin after the woman brought it to his attention, he couldn't take his eyes away from the mustache either. "Yeah— I've never used the raconteurs all the way to this extent before, often I've only ever had a service arranging a few desirable and undesirables arranged for my customer according to their specifics, though with him, we rewrote all of his vital memories and shined some spotlight onto everything regarding the aspects of his character that he consciously rejected and shoved away." Jayden informed the seer's clique.

A turban wearing Lisha clique seer cleared his throat which caught the others' attention. "You've made it clear that these invisible creatures aren't absolutely reliable and have prankster tendencies, so how can you assure us that they haven't given this subject of yours a negative memory regarding this circle and he comes our way?" Asked the skeptical turban clique seer. Jayden put his head down, chuckling lightly and smiling. "My word and with that I do have to warn that I'm not sure how weak the raconteurs have made the old memories so I honestly called this meeting with all of you to discuss how I can tie this entire situation to only myself if those changes return. The world truly needs your spectacular abilities more than mine, Seer Lisha." Jayden informed the audience staring at him.

Miss Lisha, Mlungisi and her clique reacted each with their own expression of admiration, confusion and shock as he stood staring into each of their eyes resolutely. The Sovereign recognized his older brother peeking at him through a strange, humongous floating book with its pages beige and its cover shaded lemon chiffon. "Step on through, little brother." Said the Sovereign's elder brother as he held out his veiny hand.

The Sovereign has some of his fondest memories guide his hand to his brother's before he's pulled through by him into a place he considered uncanny and assumed that it had to be ancient. The Sovereign's older brother looked back at him, as he still left the smoke and ashen Sovereignty unsure of where they were going. "This is where we depart but our parents' spirits will stay with you on this journey." His elder brother replied with a downtrodden tone.

The smoke and ashen Sovereign released a deep sigh as he held his left wrist tightly. "This journey to the continent of idols and scriptures for the Windy fuck that ruined our family, our retaliation, I'll erase him and everything that he loves!" The Sovereignty reminded himself with an increasingly wrathful tone as the two shook each other's hands. His elder brother nodded his head as he hyped the Sovereign with compliments and shouting his code name before he handed him a map of the continent. "Over the ocean, easy, I'll make it in record time." The Sovereign smiled deviously before he placed the mask on his face, snapped with his third finger summoning a thick cloud of smoke and hopped on it.

Settembre woke up and quickly took notice that he was inside of his childhood bedroom. The hero hopped out of his bed shouting his displeasure and frustration. "No, no, god not here, what the heck!" Said Alec Williams as he tossed his arms in a fit. Settembre hopped when he heard familiar voices behind him. He heard Noa sigh her frustration with his younger brother. "Wilel, if you don't quit with the pranks!" Settembre heard her shout as he turned around and more than the two appeared behind him. Wilel rested the tip of his finger on his chin. "I mean that was hilarious though and you aren't a Patriarch, I dare you to bark more orders at me, fugly-dawn!" Wilel shouted until he began to descend into a lower tone towards the end. Noa approached him before standing firm and looking up toward him with eyes of daggers. Wilel backed away before swiftly moving his arms as if he was opening a couple of doors and vanished from everyone's sight. Ryoh broke out into laughter. "It sounded like before you weren't afraid of her Demi-divine stars, Will!" The Throndson son shouted as he could smell where he was through his extraordinary sense of smell. The Sovereign fell asleep on his cloud of smoke as he soared across the ocean between continents.

Settembre directed his attention where his pal Ryoh had his and held a frustrated expression alongside it. "Listen, what are we doing here, what happened after I pushed myself and passed out?" Settembre inquired as he stepped toward Haoyu as he exhaled heavily. Settembre noticed that Ryoh's face turned grim suddenly. "A single armed badass made an entire stronghold of Bandoni's men paint the walls with their blood but we got a name out of it— Proxtere!" Ryoh caught his pal up with his usual enthusiastic expression. Alec reminded himself to keep his panic hidden. "That was the last guy I'd hoped would be involved. He's always the last vile scum for hire that Derek or I would ever want to have another encounter." Settembre informed the squad as he stretched, rotated his torso, his arms and legs as he held the most grim expression Noa ever witnessed on him. Ryoh did a light moment of shadow boxing as he held his elated smile. "He keeps Derek leaping away from him like a frightened cat, huh?" Ryoh asked rhetorically as he ceased shadow boxing and imagined what this terrifying villain would be like in his thoughts. Noa hugged herself as she shook her head. "Al, it's basically certain that the single armed killer we saw and the boy who visited the church Rue is fond of— is our Mistdeemer. What's worse is that he seems to be hunting down this nemesis that you two have, evidence points towards him intending to murder him." Noa broke the bad news to her best friend with a light tone. Settembre lightly exhaled though he still felt irritated knowing that his younger brother suggested the idea purposefully to give him a headache. "For Derek's sake. We need his answers." The second son of the Williams home reminded himself.

The successors ambled to the Williams attic where Kaden decided that his office would be selected to be stationed. Noa, Ansel, Haoyu, Ryoh and Amin were left in awe over the tidiness and organization. Ansel loved the vanilla aroma from his single-brew coffee machine, he refused to quit sniffing it in. Haoyu recognized the expensive punching bag he hung up in the spacey attic office. Noa enjoyed the view he had of his city in the distance. Ryoh was particularly impressed by the size of the map of the world's numerous continents on the wall nearest his office door. "From North America to farthest how historians recognized them. Sirrah's continent for Philosophy and the few unbiased, Atelavahcera's continent prioritizing wisdom and sharing dancing, Nudoiba's continent for those treasuring competition and ethics, Eirala's continent championing heroism and hysterical laughter, Ul's continent for Generosity and family, Niwri's continent cherishing reflection and spirit, The continent of ILa for those who deems themselves as the fearless and influential.The divine authorities from a boundless realm who've united to combat disorder's countless agents who've set out to destroy their works." Ryoh read in his head from a sign underneath the map. The Williams Patriarch scowled at the Throndson child until he noticed and backed away. Kaden heard them enter yet facing away from them, he prioritized their request. The Williams Patriarch drew a three dimensional book on the attic's ground before a raconteur appeared within view of the successors and the Patriarch. Shock and awe filled the room as he shoned with Kaden's lemon chiffon energy. Settembre found himself feeling very curious until he realized what his father was capable of performing. "Our lemon chiffon essence that empowers everyone that's unique in this world is said by the founder himself to hold the essence of the god of stories who went missing during the Demi-god era. As humans, we'll never be able to be equal to an actual Demi-god but the ages of gods and humanity are thankfully gone. He purifies and gathers vast lemon chiffon energy then lends it to the raconteur who is able to hold it to make itself divine, so could he have an omniscient raconteur?!" Settembre wondered to himself as his father questioned his raconteur companion. Kaden gathered from his companion what they needed to continue onward, the raconteur stood on Kaden's left shoulder as he wrote the information in a notebook then handed it over to his second eldest son to memorize. "Oh right, Haoyu's uncle would probably be able to help you further since he's very intimate with Ul's continent. Haoran's one of the greatest heroes though he could be very— eccentric, much like Cullen's daughter." Kaden informed the successor team and towards the end turned his gaze over towards Rue who he spotted approaching his bagel plate. Rue nabbed a few and stashed them inside of her purse after deciding she was in too deep when she awkwardly paused.

Settembre rested leaning over the ledge of his childhood room's balcony glaring at the rising sun yet appreciating its beauty. Settembre heard knocking but he ignored it and didn't budge. He knew that his father ambled next to him and glared at the sun the same as him. Kaden refused to show much expression on his face which annoyed his son. "Remember when you were six, Jayden, you, your mom and I were baking brownies with your grandmother, you went hysterical when she booped that teeny nose?" Kaden reminded his son with as much warmth as he could put into his voice. Settembre looked over towards him before physically cringing at his attempt and turning forward once again. "Isn't it sad to you that it's my fondest memory here?" Settembre slightly grinned as he asked after a moment of wondering how he should respond as he gently gripped his wrist. Kaden nodded slowly as he turned his eyes to the numerous civilians ambling by the home far below then Settembre's wrist. "Maybe. You'd rather that I get to the point. Alright. Wilel and I spoke about these few years that you've been staying in the Wiley's city, how much of it is true and how much would Derek—?" Kaden had been interrupted by his son's frustration with his younger brother. Settembre shook his head as he shouted frustradely. "Wilel read— of course, he would! Doesn't believe in respecting privacy." Settembre was left disapprovingly exhaling. Kaden stood patiently waiting for his son to calm down. "We are a family who respect the concept of investigation." Kaden replied with the usual expressionless tone. Settembre turned his gaze his way, "Yeah? Well, we've got to get a move on to the continent of idols and scriptures so I'll leave you to investigate, appreciate the help!" Settembre responded as he backed away before walking swiftly to his buddies.