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Serenity circled the ballroom and observed the crowd attentively. He’s one of the Imperial Sentry guards in the City of Tears. Tonight is a celebration to the Head General’s plan to restore Hallownest.
To his surprise, he noticed uncontrolled conflict in the VIP booth. When he reported it to Zion he only chuckled and explained the butlers will calm it down.
* * *
Serenity took his first break of the night. He pushed through the crowd and spotted Violet sitting far away with a glass of wine. Violet swirled the red wine in her glass and stared at the VIP booth. He sat next to her in the booth.
“I heard Zion ordered the guards not to do anything” she took a sip of the wine “but it doesn’t look too pretty up there.”
“Well it seemed it resolved itself.” he pointed at someone dressed in blue leaving the booth “See? She’s doing fine.”
“Better be…”
* * *
After chatting he continued his shift. It was peaceful. Way too peaceful. That’s boring . For a kingdom gone rogue he at least expected to deal with a few guys. He even gave himself a challenge: go through this night with only an iron first.
He was getting impatient for action, that is until he passed by the ball room…Just like that his wishes came true, blood curdling cries formed from the bathroom.
Serenity inspected the male restroom, walking in on two civilians fighting. One man, he assumes he's a weaver, pinning down the lady he pointed at earlier. The weaver was cannibalising the poor girl underneath him mercilessly.
Looks like Serenity got the fight he wanted.
He ran in and pulled the weaver back, gripping his hands around his neck. He gripped the guard’s wrist, struggling before kicking him directly in the groin. Luckily the armor managed to absorb the impact- but fuck it still hurted.
The weaver continued struggling, now starting to feel faint-
“Wait!”
The other woman struggled to speak because of the blood choking him.
Wait shit he recognized her-
HE RECOGNIZED BOTH OF THEM.
The one being attacked, they were one of the many gods of Hallownest, The Collector. Then Serenity realized that was c l e a r l y not a woman . That is a man with long hair. FU-
And the boy he was choking was Yino, a popular author. One of his friends reads a lot of his books.
…The fuck was going on?
“Let him go…” Collector continued, gargling. He stood up, just a bit wobbly.
Boring, Serenity nearly said it out loud but he had to be professional… He only stared blankly for a brief moment then dropped Yino on the floor and stepped back. The weaver rubbed his neck still on the ground. He would look up at him and then at Collector.
He assumed this was a sort of assault targeting the higher ups.
Collector lowered their head down to Nevio,
“I-I’ll handle him…”
They let out a laugh, but they ended up choking on void. Serenity tried his hardest not to fucking laugh- Collector turned over to the guard.
“Could you keep him somewhere for the rest of the party?”
Serenity forced a bland tone to attempt hiding a cackle, “There are cold storages in the floors below that nobody uses.”
“Bring him there, I want another guard to watch it t–”
As the god spoke again Yino began dashing towards a knife on the ground. Serenity quickly reached out and grabbed him by the hair. He pulled him back. The weaver let out a yell and then screamed “LET ME THE FUCK GO!!”
Collector cleared their throat and continued, “Yes, bring him down there and make sure someone watches the door.”
“NO!” The weaver yelled, “LET ME GO!”