Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 705

Chapter 705: Flipside

“Do you know what’s more agonizing than having tried to gain power, and failed?”

Argrave awoke with a start, throwing his head around as he scanned his surroundings. He laid in the grass, and upon orienting himself, rose to his feet as fast as he could manage. He stood in a wide-open plain, a single tree off in the distance.

“It’s to have unimaginable power, and then lose it.”

Argrave spotted the owner of the voice. It was a small boy sitting in the tree, with black hair and red eyes. From sight alone, Argrave recognized it was Sophia’s older brother—or at least, something bearing his image. He held his arm out and called upon his blood magic immediately, and his arm exploded as a bolt of pure power erupted forth toward the figure.

Yet… it passed through. Both the boy, and the tree. It continued onward toward the sky ineffectually.

“No hesitation killing a child? I like your style.” The boy jumped down off the tree, landing and staggering. “Still, a few Heralds probably clutch their guts, keeled over in laughter at the both of us. It’s a shame they’re arrogant.”

Argrave delivered one more attack for good measure, aiming it at the ground instead. Once more, it passed through effortlessly as though it didn’t exist. It was only once he accepted the situation that he straightened his back, focusing on this figure. His mind didn’t stop searching for answers, possibilities.

“Out there, we were Gerechtigeit and Argrave, two fighters in their prime. Inside, we’re both nothing at all.” Griffin looked around. “Still… with Sophia freed, this might be considered a pleasant prison. This place was meant to contain Gerechtigkeit,” he explained, his boyish voice serving to detract none of his seriousness.

“Contain you,” Argrave pointed, wracking his brain for solutions.

“Well, you, me. What’s the difference?” Griffin shrugged.

“A great deal.” Argrave looked around.

He began to recognize some distant buildings, and his heart sank. This was Sandelabara. He couldn’t forget it—he’d spent so damned long here.

“This is where I spent all of my time when the cycles were over. Only… it was different. Sophia and I shared a prison, in essence. Separate in body, united in spirit. We went through the same week, over and over again.” Griffin walked toward the city. “My torture and death. And then… I watched hers.” He looked over. “Changing that was one half of the deal I made with the Heralds when Lorena threatened things. I confined Sophia’s suffering to a three-hour period. I made her own memories of what’d happen disappear. It was the best I could find in that hell, with Good King Norman holding the reins.”

Argrave walked after him, searching for some weapon he might use. “Why not pick out three hours while she was asleep?”

“Sophia has nightmares,” Griffin answered. “Well… had.” He looked back. “You may have changed that. And considering recent events, I may have brought them back.”

“Nice job,” Argrave praised. “Very brotherly.”

“Hmm.” Griffin smiled, looking back at the city. “But she’s free. I’ll never be tortured again. No one will return. It’s just a prison, nothing more.”

“Can you kill yourself, maybe?” Argrave asked. “Save me the trouble of solving this conundrum? Hell, you could’ve done that from the beginning. Instead, I was just looking upon a hellscape. Billions dead. An infinite number, if you go back further.” Ṙ’

“I’m greedy,” answered back Griffin. “If I view something as mine, I’ll sacrifice anything to get it. I wanted freedom—and Sophia’s freedom, too. I don’t regret anything. Well… I regret losing. Your willingness to sacrifice won you the day. We’re alike, in that way.”

“I use my own flesh and blood—not that of others.” Argrave threw a rock through the air, but again, it phased right through Griffin. “Bastard,” he cursed in frustration. He wasn’t willing to accept this result.

Or perhaps I’m just warping reality to fit my

stopped in his tracks, thinking hard.

sounds so convincing,” Griffin said sarcastically, then sat on the grass. “But you’re probably right. I was very disappointed in you. Pragmatism was always your second choice. Even when

to enslave everyone’s will?” Argrave inched closer, unsure if he

“You can’t deny it would’ve gone better if you’d done so. Jaray would’ve died so

Argrave shook his head.

said with a hint of laughter. “Well… maybe. If Sophia said I should, I

you’ve become,” Argrave said

resorted to anything truly evil. And

“You do,” Argrave confirmed.

so too.” He looked over. “But there’s you. A walking contradiction to that mindset. A nature, nurtured to nobler

father.” Argrave sighed. “I thought you’d picked up on that, given your peeping tom habits. This body isn’t

certainly is now.” Griffin smiled. “Besides, that wasn’t what I

If

admit you’re my father,” Argrave took a few steps closer, preparing to punt the

my son play stupid video games all day, wasting his life away filling out a wiki

“We had over a hundred thousand unique

give a damn,” Griffin interrupted. “Either way,

very bottom of my list of priorities,” Argrave said, emphasizing this with

made with the Heralds to defeat Lorena was to allow my

“Seriously? This

“Why else would you have been

girl who suffered a great deal,”

reality long before coming here?” Griffin rose to his feet,

see the future. Why would I be able to? They’re entirely

body?” Griffin raised a brow, sporting a boyish smile. “Surely you don’t believe

if I know why I’m here.” Argrave shook his head. “But I see what’s in

I am…” Griffin looked

prisons can be multi-use. They can hold people.” Argrave pointed to himself, then

“You can be annoyingly

truth tends to hurt.” Argrave shrugged. “You’ve no proof of this. No knowledge. Nothing but a big pile of coincidences, and a

was true, would

course not,”

it was true, could you do what you suggested I do?” Griffin narrowed his eyes. “If your continued existence ensured the cycle of judgment,

the question, but only for a few moments. “I think I probably talked myself into it, by this point. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s

know. But I did make that request of the Heralds. To live a fulfilling life, to live a life where I could die happily. And of everyone I’ve ever clashed with, you’re the only one who I think could endure all that I have and not be

scoffed in disbelief. “You’d like that, wouldn’t

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