The Boy with the Aztec Code. •UNDER MAJOR REVISION!!•

6 (Revised)

"The truth will set you free."

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Opening the heavy wooden door to a small shop in the protected walls of the sanctuary, a tall, tan young man shuffled in soaked to the bone with the rain and the bits of blood in his hair that the rain couldn't reach from under his hood. The occupants shushed for a moment in the small shop as they gave a quick glance to the man before turning back to their conversations and food.
The man huffed as he slipped his cloak off, hanging it on the rack near the door and plopping down in one of the veiled booths.

It was a nice and calm environment, the soft chatter of his people sprinkled with laughter here and there, and the privacy the booths provided for the people dining. Each booth were surrounded by 3 walls of stained glass with beautiful, calming pictures and closed off with a translucent flower patterned veil, but not too translucent to see people's face and see small, complex details of their face. It was just enough to see the outline of their faces, just enough to see that the booth was occupied. The booths were low to the ground, the table only being 2 feet off the ground, and surrounded by plenty of sitting pillows. It was the best place to lounge and eat with friends and family.

The young man pulled loose the string holding the veil open as he sat down, letting the veil swing close behind him. Leaving him alone with only the small lantern, the small dancing flame inside, and his thoughts as he sat with one of the pillows in his lap.

He looked up when he heard the veil pull back, being met with soft, green eyes and a familiar woman's soft smile.

"Are you hungry, Diam?"
The woman asked as she kneeled down, combing his hair in a motherly act, blowing a strand of her own curly, silver white out of her face.
After losing his mother figure and his betrothed, he had no where to go. Not until Pietas stepped forward to raise him and care for him. She had a son before years prior, so handling a child was something she had experience with.
Diam loved Pietas with all his heart, he owned her his life and everything. He had nothing, she gave him almost everything.

"Can you make me the Alagore Steak and Brown warped stir fry, Pietas?"
Diam asked as he leaned into the loving touch of Pietas's hand.

"I just put the Alagore steak away for the night but I recon you will be staying after close anyway."
Pietas chirped in a joking tone as she ruffled Diam's hair before heading to the kitchen. Soon, Diam was alone again behind the veil.

Diam stared blankly at the flame in the lantern, longing for the boy he lost all too long ago.
He had searched for years after the ambush for his betrothed, Halo, and his mother figure, Machem, but only met dead ends when he found what seemed to be a crumb trail of lies. He didn't resort to killing until 10 years back, he was only 15 when he did it. Diam remembered the day like it was yesterday.

The dark room, the painfilled screams, the feeling of electricity running through him, the smell of blood, the trembling hands that held him after.

He was there to only get information about where Halo may be, that was the plan. But he instead was greeted with a taser to his spine as he entered the agreed upon location. He remembered how he cried out in shock and pain. He didn't however remember the 'fight' and could only recall the aftermath. He was drenched in red and violet blood, as if someone had dumped a bucket full on him. The sight of bodies in the room around him, constricted his lungs.
He couldnt breathe then and the thought now made him struggle to breathe.

He was pulled out of his panic attack when a familiar set of arms wrapped around his chest and arms, tight yet loose enough to break away if he wanted to.