Dimensional Descent

Leonel sat upon a mountain peak in silence, his conversation with his mother running through his mind.

After that event, his father had become a lot more subdued and it seemed it was his mother who slowly helped him to return to a semblance of his former self. Once that fact settled in, the rest of their story practically wrote itself.

The Void Palace experienced Val's fury once, they had no intention of going through it again just to enforce a dated pregnancy rule. In the end, Leonel was born and his father became a much more reserved man.

What Leonel cared the most about, though, wasn't the fact his father was such a different man from himself, and it wasn't even about all the ammo he had gotten himself, it was rather about the fact that his father had chosen to aim his blade toward the Void Palace in all his rage.

Even without having been there, Leonel didn't need to be a genius to understand…

The Void Palace had played a part in his grandfather's death.

Leonel's gaze flickered with rage, the dense rock he was sitting upon cracking beneath just the slightest intention. If that was true, he wouldn't mind finishing what his father started.

"Leo?"

Leonel blinked several times as though he was scaring his fury away. When he turned back, he found Joel standing there and couldn't help but sigh.

Joel had initially thought that Leonel's fury was aimed toward him, but it was clear that this wasn't the case. He plopped down by Leonel's side, handing him a bottle of brown liquid. Even if Leonel had been mad at him, there was no way he would just turn away and leave now. It was precisely the moments where Leonel was acting the most unlike himself that he needed his brothers by his side.

Leonel looked at it and chuckled. "You know I don't drink."

Joel smiled. "I know, you've always been a pussy in that regard, sipping on your little girl drinks."

nothing wrong with a little cosmopolitan in your life from time to

and silent Joel was so vulgar and outgoing in private like this. Joel only spoke like this when it was only the two

the depths of hell well. Most would end up being too nice and lose the edge a ruler should have. So, Joel didn't try to tap dance it at all and only less loose in

bottle and took a swing. But, he

this shit? Rubbing alcohol? Are

fit of laughter.

his whole body was burning from just a single sip. He was really putting his Metal Body and

his mind wasn't something Leonel had experienced

up half passed out, staring up at the sky of dusk. The

know, man…" Joel hiccupped. "… You let things bottle up inside you too

cough and wheeze.

I didn't even know how to face

you… go again… Why is that… your first reaction…? Everyone… Everyone wanted

did

stupid

It doesn't make sense …

If he ever remembered this night, he would definitely swear off alcohol.

he would have such a luxury with his mother watching over him. This might be one of the last