He retreated to the Archive Tower, sprinting as fast as he could for the warning bell at the tower's side entrance. The attacks started before he was able to sound out the bell.
Adams-san waiting for him at the tower's entrance with Abraham and a troop of black-clad warriors flanking their rear.
Death was dragged by the hair, by two of the warriors, to the Central Courtyard before the worship hall's entrance. He caught sight of the Butsudan being desecrated when he was pinned down to the ground by a pair of boots on his back.
Some power caused his strength to weaken and his body remain to the ground to witness the surrounding devastation. His heart was breaking with pain, body aching from a torrent of emotions running through him. The panic and pain he felt from the innocent animals affected him the most. He acutely suffered their infliction, constantly, throughout every part of his being. It was unbearable, he was begging and pleading for them to stop.
"Now watch what your part of the plan has brought about," Adams-san coldly said to Death as he forced him to watch and feel the pain of his monk family decapitated and slain by the red sash warriors.
The acrid taste of spilt blood made him regurgitate bile to the ground.
"Remember, it was you who allowed this to happen when your hand reached out for the Power of Null," Adams-san cruelly whispered into Death's aching ears.
"You should have heeded warning when you let me in between your legs." The dastardly monk landed the killing blow to Death's pride.
Death became unconscious.
I held back the rage I felt for Adams-san, containing my feelings with a deep sigh. Right now, it was about my brother and having him realise that he had done nothing wrong.
"Since when have you been a pushover Death? Unbelievable!" I scolded my eldest whose ghostly form wavered before me.
I noticed the link to his back was also showing an inconsistency.
"Adams-san was your lover, so what?! Since when has love been a crime?" I softened the tone of my voice when I saw the conflicted emotions on his ghostly face.
"Did you ever think of using the Power of Null to destroy our home?"
"No," Death whimpered.
"What have you got to feel guilty, sorry or ashamed about then?"
"But Shuso, I felt something wasn't right."
"Stop stubbornly punishing yourself for something you didn't do! Didn't Shuso always tell you to think 'the right you do is good to others'?" I pressed my argument further.
"Right now, telling my brother he did nothing wrong is the right and good thing to do."
"Famine," Death said with a sensation of swallowing tears.
"Haven't we suffered enough?" I begged him with my own tears flowing out.
Death's ghostly form exhaled a heavy sigh. He faced me with his usual brotherly smile.
My heart raced with relief when the light to Death's back disappeared. His hollow eyes were filled with his usual tender blue and his countenance showed a more natural skin colour.
The ego link was broken.
"Freend, me glow stronger." Small Cap's voice reminded me of his presence.
I placed the guns to the ground, called him to my shoulder and held up the glowing crystal shard to the place where Death's heart would be.
A new link was formed between the shard and Death.
"What'd we do now?" I asked, clueless.
Small Cap answered for me when he cradled the shard, making the light intensify into a blinding ray.
I gasped with fright when I saw Death's ego get sucked into the shard then flow out of it and into Small Cap.
Both Small Cap and the crystal shard stopped glowing. I held his unresponsive body in both my hands.
"Small Cap?" I called out, hoping to hear his voice.
"Freend? Me still here!" Small Cap answered with joy and stood up.
My chest pounded with fear of not hearing my brother's voice.
"Death, please tell me you're also here."
"This is amazing Small Cap. My eyes are seeing a lot of different things. An example is the fuzzy outline of your face Famine." Death's voice perked up in my head.
I could hear the banshee banging against our barrier and caught sight of Colin continuing to hold out against Big Mama Banshee, but his form was looking ragged.
I had taken too long with the ego porting.
"Stay safe in the belt pouch Small Cap," I said as I placed the crystal back into the pouch with him and readied my guns for action.
I said the spell—Colin had taught me—to reverse the barrier and repel the oncoming banshee attacks.
"Come on you bastards!" I shouted, letting out some hefty gunfire on the dwindling banshee numbers to re-join the fight.
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"I'll find a way to save my brother. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm stealing your guns." Famine is a man determined to save his three brothers after they were tragically separated when a magical fire destroyed their monastery home. He finds him...