Black dress pants, black dress shoes, and pale white skin to conflict it all. Besides this, the man had a flair for the formal. The eyes tended to bore into you even with a passing glance and there was most definitely a difference between standard red pupils and those Cyrus had, but none of us could really explain it. For years and years, he had the same dark red eyes and needly black hair that covered his head. Not unkillable, no, but if he was let be for long enough, age could never claim him. Indeed, it sounded a most sound assumption based on his reputation and appearance. Many of us theorized they were from the blood of his enemies, victory marks if you will. He had a particular fondness for dark clothing, bearing an aged looking inky black cloak with odd brownish stripes up and down the torn up thing. A little uncomfortable to be worn at first, but you grew used to them with time.Ĭyrus wore much different attire. These uniforms were fashioned primarily from hardened leather, strong enough to block shrapnel and perhaps a glancing blow from a blade while still allowing us the mobility that was so desperately needed when fighting monsters. Our obsidian uniforms must have looked quite intimidating, covering our bodies from head to toe and being lined with all manner of different pockets, many of which contained a vast assortment of weaponry. We all stood in an orderly line within the hotel lobby, which had been cleared of all other people not too long ago. “Gentlemen and women, the Emperor once again requires us to take out his trash.” Many were dissatisfied with the state the Mire, our continent, was in, and I have the distinct feeling Cyrus was one of them, as the first words he spoke to us that day were… Not to speak of politics, because I tend to ramble, but our new Emperor was hardly an apt ruler by most standards. It was but two short months after I had joined the Guard and situated in the capital of Nation 9, it was a rather high class of living compared to the peasants below that Emperor Dravis had played a role in creating. This account will detail my experiences in this organization and how I eventually came to be the man you know me as today. Throughout all of training, I was told it was a most important task, keeping these beasts and terrible creatures contained to Ares and not to touch the enigmatic and far away planet known as ‘Earth’. Led by the infamous Commander, Cyrus Fiendel, we were essentially tasked with getting rid of all the pests that Emperor Dravis didn’t want to deal with. Throughout Regiment 9, we are known as the ‘BlackGuards’, But in the small circle of men and women who actually make up the organization, we call ourselves ‘the exterminators’. Amongst the Mire, we are known as Regiment 9. The story I am about to tell you is rather confidential.
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