Valentine held his pillow from underneath and rested his head on it. His puffy blankets was draped over his lower half of his body and the fresh air from his open window made his rest even better.
Suddenly his was pulled from his ankles and he swiftly pulled out a dagger from his pillow. The blade paused as he recognized his secretary, Vincent who threw him over his shoulder like a sack of heavy potatoes.
"????" Valentine was confused
Unfortunately his confusion was taken into account as Vincent ran with him out of the room. Valentine screamed in horror as he was that the sun wasn't even up yet but why was he?!?!
He found himself moved through a portal and placed on a throne-like chair with Blake nearby. The location was the Colosseum in Umbra City, a city where underworld people agreed not to fight in. But the colosseum was different, it was created to be a place from the powerful families or anyone honestly to resolve a dispute they didn't want to explode in something worse by fighting.
"Coffee?" Vincent offered to Valentine
He grabbed the mug, splashed the lukewarm drink onto Vincent's face and smashed the cup onto the ground. It had only been two hours since he went to bed what was this situation!!
The engine in his brain started to switch on and the wires began to quickly began to think. Everything surrounding him quickly entered his thought process and naturally he was able to deduce what happen. Valentine's bloodshot eyes snapped toward Blake after finding the source of his troubles.
"....Blake, can I ask a question?" he frowned
Blake avoided his gaze, "No, Boss."
"Smart but I'll still ask. Why am I here in my pjamamas when I could be in my warm bed dreaming of my aspiration, ordinary life or having a nightmare if I'm unlucky?" Valentine spat out "IT'S TWO IN THE MORNING!!"
Vladimir entered as well. He wore a black robe and his eyes were closed as his secretaries directed him to his seat. After a while he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Blake as well.
"You know what....I don't even care anymore." he sighed "Such I be happy that I hadn't gone to bed yet?"
Blake felt the words pick his conscience even more. More Nox family members began to enter, some we clothed coming from work and others were pulled out of their beds by force.
"If I'm going to suffer we'll do it as a family." Valentine grumbled
A woman voice boomed, "That's a low blow, Captain!"
"START THE MATCH ALREADY!! DO YOU THINK WE'RE NOT BUSY?!?!" Another voice shouted
Vincent brought a new cup of coffee which was a bit hot since he knew that Valentine had vent enough and wouldn't pour it on him.
"What to trade secretaries? I think I see the twins in a favorable light." his superior spoke
Vincent stared in shock and looked at the smug faces of the twin bears. He felt wronged, do they know that almost nothing can wake Valentine up beside danger to his life, surprises and his brothers?
"Shush. They're starting so shut up, I'm getting a headache." Vladimir snarled
Valentine hissed, "No one would believe me if I said you were my elder brother!"
"I've always wanted to be an only child, perhaps today is he day?" Vladimir smirked
A voice boomed from the speakers, "Ladies and Gentlemen. We're having a Death Match, a member of the Nox main family was disrespected and almost assassinated when it was meant to be a peaceful discussion by Pioneers with Xavier McVon."
"Why does this story seem a bit odd?" Blake thought and he caught the slight smile from Vladimir's face
Vladimir didn't look at him and spoke, "Since we're here might as well eat the whole cake as well."
"If the Nox family is victorious then Xavier McVon must apologize to Blake Nox and give all ownership of Nightfall port to Nox. But if the proxy fight for the Pioneer wins the Nox families' shipment will be searched and if anything questionable is found then Nox will loss it right to use the ports!" the voice continued
The audience began to chuckle among themselves as the fighter entered the area.
An underworld person laughed quietly, "Nox is quite cruel, what on earth is the definition of 'questionable', might as well say that they'll get a slap on the wrist instead."
Gabrielle held her axe and looked at the muscular man in front of her. He was Dean, a well-known Pioneer and a member of Xavier's team. Xavier was looking at the Nox family teasing Blake about why was he making a mess in the middle of the night and asking if he actually planned this match to get back at them.
"Please stop...I can feel you're not actually angry!" Blake shouted
A woman laughed, "Don't worry about. We mess up too remember that time-"
All the Nox members eyes blazed toward him with hostility thick enough to cut with a knife. Xavier felt like the picture changed too quickly to understand what he saw as the woman, he remembered she was Elsbeth Nox blocked his view of his brother.
"I'll puck out your eyes, McVon. Because of you, our youngest assignment was ruined! It was just pushing a bit of money but your entitled us had to be there." snarled like a mother hen
Before he could answer they turned their eyes to the arena with widened eyes. Gabrielle was pushing Dean backward with sheer strength alone, it was a shocking scene for everyone in the colosseum that it became silent.
Dean's muscles bulge but Gabrielle doesn't budge like a iron wall. The ground beneath them began to collapse under their weight and Dean released his grip and pushed back.
"How?" he asked in shock
Gabrielle scoffed, "Would you answer that?"
She held her axe and the weapon began to sparkle as she advanced. Gabrielle aimed for his neck with vicious intent to bring victory to the Nox family. But Dean wasn't a pushover either, his bracelets turned into gauntlets over his fists.
The axe and fist collide and the young girl was pushed into the wall. He looked up at the commentator for a verdict.
The speaker laughed, "So sorry Mr. Proxy but the match doesn't end until-"
"ONE OF YOU DIE!!" The audience ended which made Xavier stand in shock
Dean turned toward Gabrielle who pulled herself out and channeled more sparkles into the axe. The light enveloped it and turned into some sort of lance as she spat out a blood clot.
"I....I....WON'T LOSE!!" She roared
A man looked at her with admiration, "So young yet so fierce maybe she'll win, that tiny Valkyrie."
Gabrielle jumped into the air and held her lance with both hand aimed toward Dean as he raised his fist.