"Steady on Yuma. Easy" Nash advised in a caring voice. His arms were placed carefully around the barian he was helping. He could hear Yuma growl annoyed before he took another step forward in pure stubbornness. Nash would have rewarded him for his tenacity in the past, had it not been for the situation they both were in.

"Yuma..." he let out a sigh "Don't push yourself...".

"I am okay Shark. Just have to get my Lapis to settle in the right frequency" Yuma promised him with what would have been a smile, had he not been transformed into a barian right now.

His now black skin hand touched his magenta skin in reassurance. But how could Nash do that, when he was at fault his lover had given up so much for him? And not just for him. For everyone! It really shouldn't come as a surprise, since it was Yuma and he could be unpredictable, but still...

"Maybe we should turn around..." Nash mused out. It was more to himself than anyone. Not that Yuma didn't hear him. His red eyes were fixated on him now.

"No way! We are almost there Shark. I... it is getting easier I promise" he then stated and looked determined forward. The red Barian cloak he borrowed from Alito was flapping in the wind. Not that it covered anything worthwhile as of yet "I can see Heartland tower. We are almost there".

"Yuma..." Nash said and sighed at the stubbornness he was witnessing. "You've only been able to transform for less than a month now. Intergalactic travels still take a lot out of you. Maybe this is still too soon...".

Yuma turned around with a harsh look now. His usual black locks, which now had turned golden because of the transformation, radiated with energies and made Nash think of Yuma's Zexal form a bit. However, that was the only resemblance he was having since his barian form was vastly different from his Zexal attire. From the waist up, Yuma's human skin was turned rock hard in black color. The red marking running down near his eyes flashed because of his anger and glowed almost as bright as the yellow crown he wore at the top of his red brags. The blue gem in it made it somewhat misplaced there since Yuma's form was made up of red, black, and golden colors. But somehow it worked. Since it was Yuma. Red pants with blue gems that resembled Alito's style of transformation finished his look along with a few accessories. Like golden earrings, a blue belt around his waist, and the giant golden key-shaped Lapis that was placed at the middle of his chest, holding the yellow cape attached to it that Yuma had tossed over the left shoulder and let it hang loosely at his side. Ironically on the right side, he was having one black wing, which could resemble Vector's with small blue gems in it. Why Yuma only had one was a mystery to all, however, Nash had a theory. Since Yuma was born chaos being from the Astral world before they split apart, it stems to reason, Yuma's form would resemble both worlds a bit. Or as much as he could resemble his father that is.

"No way! Don't you dare takes his side!!" Yuma then yelled at him in a determined voice "If I stay cooked up in the barian world much longer I will go insane! Is that what you want?". Nash of course instantly shook his head.

"Of course not, but..." Nash let out a big sigh.

It had sounded so easy when they both had thought about this plan. Take a quick visit to earth with Yuma to fulfill his mission given by the chaos god, whereafter they both returned to the barian world without anyone noticing. Sure, Yuma had not been part of this assignment, but he had been cooped up in the barian world for weeks now. Or was it months? As energetic as Yuma was, him cooped up doing nothing exciting, was getting to him. It was for that reason Nash had ended up feeling pity for him when Yuma had begged him to come along. That, however, did have certain consequences though. Yuma was new to all these new barian things, transformation, and all. They hadn't taken that into account before they left and now, they were reaping what they sowed. Now he suddenly understood Don Thousand's decree with Yuma not leaving without an escort or why Yuma wasn't allowed to leave Barian world at all. Not that he could change any of that now.

"... It is just this mission is not the faint-hearted souls" Nash half lied.

Sure, it was for not the faint-hearted souls, but that was not the reason for him mentioning it. He had a feeling Don Thousand was going to be furious when they returned. Sure, Nash had not anything against angering the god, he was relishing in it, but he did care about Yuma's welfare.

"Oh, I am sure we will be fine. We should only gather the tributes my... Father wanted in return for him not killing them, right?" Yuma replied, "That doesn't sound too hard. We will be done in no time!".

At that, Nash huffed. Yuma had never been out gathering the offerings before or knew what that entailed. Don Thousand was not being fair by any means. People didn't always appreciate it, and some went violent in their pursuit of justice. Nash sometimes had to be rough. Maybe even merciless and that Yuma was not cut out for.

"Just promise me to keep yourself covered at all times and not meddle at any cost" He ended up responding with. "There is a reason your father forbade you from entering the human realm remember?!".

Nash could hear Yuma hiss painfully matter, before he pulled the red cloak, he was wearing a bit more together and covered his face with the hoodie.

"Don't worry Shark. I remember" He said in an almost whisper.

Time skip.

"Hand it over Faker! This month tributes!" Nash growled in a fierce tone as he entered the office of the tower. The former doctor and scientists, now major of the town gasped surprised as he rose from his seat.

"Tributes! But it has only been a month!" the faker uttered and tried to sound unaware of the situation.

Not like Nash hadn't seen that coming. He jumped forward with swift moments grabbing around his throat and slamming the major into the wall. The sounds of his guard yelling the major's name, but they had instantly stopped op by the cloaked figure of Yuma, who was also present in the room. Not that the guards had any clue of his true identity. None of them wanted the same treatment as their major.

"What do you not understand by monthly tributes?!" Nash sneered back at him and let him go "Do you want to enrage him?".

"Oh, eh of course not!" Faker responded rather quickly "We have the finest wine and best of the harvest ready for him, but...". He gulped a little.

"But...!" Nash hissed out in encouragement.

"The mining. I... it was a bad month. We are behind schedule and...".

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat. Who could blame him, considering the fierce glare Nash was sending him? That along with the angry growl he was emitted, could scare almost any to silence. It had been the reason Nash was the one chosen for the job. No matter if he wanted to or not. The problem however was that if he failed things might get ugly. For him and Yuma. Nash didn't want to risk it. Not when his beloved Yuma was involved. Guess he had to show his ugly side. Nash's eyes flicked to Yuma now. He didn't want to do this in front of him. However, then suddenly pain ran through him. It was like a stinging pain that told Nash more than he needed to know. They were so doomed.

"Sha... Nash, are you okay?" Yuma's voice squealed from under the hoodie.

Nash realized he was clenching his chest and instantly let go. Certain knowledge ran through him, making him growl rather annoyed.

"There is no need to fret. I am all right" he then reassured and turned towards Faker instead. "It is your lucky day, Faker. A suitable collateral will also do...". He could see the relief on Faker's face before he added:

"How about that precious son of yours? That should motivate you enough to get going, shouldn't It?".

The man instantly turned pale now. In the background, Yuma let out a slight gasp. All of which he tried to hide by mumbling Nash's name on his lips. Not that anyone else noticed. They were too focused on him and Faker now.

"Oh, no! Please any but that" Faker begged desperately and looked at Nash with pledging eyes "Have a heart. I already lost one son. I cannot lose Hart too. I will do anything but that...".

"Fine, then hand over the detectors you've been building lately. And I mean all of them" Nash stated nonchalantly and send Faker a knowingly look.

"De-de detectors?! I don't know what you are talking about" Faker stuttered out in a nervous tone.

"Yeah right. The game is up. Do you think you can fool our god?" Nash snorted out in a fierce tone.

Not that he wanted to acknowledge Don Thousand as any god of theirs. But he had to keep in character. As the barian enforcer to Don Thousand will. That was all he was now really, and it annoyed Nash to no end. He continued "We know you have been building those things from the hard-earned metal miming you and your people have been doing. Don't deny it!". Silence entered the room after Nash had spoken. It came as no surprise to him. Don thousand had known of this project for a while now. He knew why the humans were using them, these human detectors, and to be fair that was the true reason for Nash's mission. Even though he just had been told seconds ago. Apparently, according to Don Thousand himself, they intended to use those to find their savior. To find Yuma and to some extent Astral. Not that Don Thousand was letting them of course.

"So, what is it going to be? You, giving up your son or the detectors?" Nash then asked in an uncaring tone "The clock is ticking. Don't make me choose for you". Faker seemed to be in a huge dilemma now. Pained features ran over his face and made the major look old and tired.

"We will give up the detectors of course" a new voice suddenly said and made Nash turn surprised around.

At the doorstep of the office was a young boy standing and sending them all a half-lid smile. In his hands, he was holding a device made out of metal, which was beeping slightly.

"Hart! What... How long have you been there?" Faker then asked.

"For a while now" Hart responded and shrugged casually. His gaze flicked to the guards there before continuing "What are you all waiting for? Go to the storage and gather everything single detector there is. We can't let them wait much longer. Or do I have to go packing?".

That, along with Faker shouting the order, made all the guards rush out of the room, leaving Nash and Yuma with the remainder of the Tenjo family.

"Wise choice Faker. You don't want me to be the one choosing" Nash then growled and began walking towards Hart "Now hand over that detector boy".

"Of course..." Hart said with a tiny smile and was holding the detector up towards Yuma now "But why bother going all the way over here when you have a partner here...".

Before anyone could do or say a thing, Hart pulled at Yuma's cloak, making it shutter, and before Nash could stop him, the cloaks hoodie, revealing, Yuma's barian head and golden locks with red brags.

"Isn't that right Yuma?".

Nash saw red. That insolent brat dared to do this to Yuma. And before he knew it, his stony hand wrapped around the boy's windpipe and lifted him in the air in a very painful matter.

"You dare...! No one touches him! NO ONE!" Nash growled, making the power of chaos roam around in the room "Because of you, things will escalate, and Yuma will... He will...". A black stony hand touched his arm, making the magenta barian turn surprise around.

"It is okay Shark. Easy. I am okay. Hart has no intention of hurting me" Yuma reassured and rubbed his hand over the gems at his wrist "Calm down or the chaos will overtake you and you will do something you regret...".

Nash let out a painful hiss before he let go of Hart and instead hugged his precious Yuma like there was no tomorrow.

"I... I... Don't know what came over me. I...". Nash growled out in a concerned tone "I never lost control like this in the past... I was the leader of the barians...".

"But remember, Father didn't bring you back as an emperor. You are his enforcer now" Yuma reminded him and rubbed his cheek in an affectionate matter "It is like a restart. You all have to learn to control the power of chaos all over again. Just like I have to".

"Yuma..." Nash let out a little sigh.

That might be the case somewhat, but a part of him knew it was because of the purpose he was brought back with. Unlike his former purpose being the leader of the emperors to protect their world, his sole purpose now was to protect Yuma and obey Don Thousand's orders. But foremost of all, protecting Yuma. It was the first now he realized how that purpose was going to affect him overall of his life and he was not liking this one bit.

"So, you are really Yuma Tsukumo?" They could hear Faker question in disbelief.

He was of course by his son's side, the moment Nash let go of him. But at soon as he was sure Hart was all right, he had turned his attention towards the two Barians in here.

"So, it is true. The barians are keeping you prisoner! They even turned you into one of them!" he continued, making Yuma jerk slightly before letting go of Nash.

"No... I... that is not true" Yuma then tried explaining "I am still me. I am still Yuma. I just... I chose to become a barian by my own free will. It was the... only way to...".

In the end, Yuma went silent. Nash placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder to encourage him to continue. Now that everything was getting revealed, he might as well spill everything. It was not like their sentence would lessen anyway.

"I made a deal with Don thousand" Yuma then finally finished with.

Time skip.

"Your ungrateful wrench!"

Don Thousand's anger was running through the throne room now, making Nash alias Shark hiss and if he could, he would have covered his human ears. The chaos god was less than a meter away from him. He had no reason to shout his ears off really, besides inflicting pain on him. Which was the case here. Not that Shark stopped defying him. The only good thing was that Yuma was not here witnessing his punishment. The god did have some tact in front of his 'supposed son' and had let Vector take him back to his room, with the words 'Grounded'. Yuma's punishment would be dealt with afterward. That much was clear. Shark just hoped it was not as severe as his. Getting your Lapis ripped out of your chest and revert to your human form in this excruciating matter was never fun. Especially not since god owned your Barian life force.

"I don't understand why you are so mad. I did as I was told. I gathered the offerings from the human world" Shark countered in a fierce tone "Nothing happened to Yuma either I swear...I...!".

Excruciating pain ran through Nash's body now and he let out a painful scream. His legs gave out on him, and he fell to his knees grabbing around his chest. Don Thousand had once again squeezed his Lapis.

"Silence! You impudent fool. I have given you the right to speak yet!" Don Thousand roared and Shark could feel himself getting lifted in the air. Soon his blue eyes met the heterochromia eyes of the deity now.

"You do not understand the gratification of your error, Nash! Yuma was not supposed to leave Barian World yet! You brought him with him and to make matters worse, humans now know of his existence!" the god barked back at him in a loud voice. Once again Shark felt like he was about to go deaf.

"Yuma wanted a change of scenery. What was I supposed to do? Deny him?" he did manage to yell back thou.

"Yes!" The god interrupted him with a sneer "Yuma is not like the rest of your filthy kind I brought from earth to serve my cause. He has existed before a pathetic wrench like you were even born. Nevertheless, all his unlimited potential has been kept under lock by the emperor's key I gave him eons ago, by those blasted Astral beings and their followers. I have gradually been liberating it from him in small doses, which is the result you see now. You, Nash, haltered that process by almost killing him! I told you and your filthy barians he was not ready to leave, but you just had to defy me!".

Shark let out yet another painful scream as his life force was held in his painful matter. The events from before and how weak Yuma had been after they had reached Earth were clear in his mind. Had Yuma been on the brink of death? He did seem worn out, but surely, he wasn't dying, was he?

"I am sorry" was all Shark managed to whisper out.

What else was he supposed to say? If he had known this would happen, he would of course not agree to take Yuma along with him. That said, the god hadn't exactly elaborated on why Yuma could not leave. Shark was sure he hadn't even told Yuma the real reason. If he did, Shark was sure he would stay put and maybe even train harder in mastering his new fold power. All so he could leave one day. So why, why had Don Thousand not done this? In the short term, he did not trust any of them. Not even his son.

"You will be more than sorry when I am done with you Nash" The deity promised in a cold tone.

With Yuma.

"Just a few more steps Yuma Kun" Vector encouraged in Ray's voice. "We are almost there".

His supporting grip never faltered which Yuma was grateful for. He was not sure he could walk back to his room on his own. After their adventure in the human realm, both Nash and Yuma returned to the barian world. There his father's servant was waiting for them and had brought them to his throne room. Everything had been extremely blurry to Yuma though. He barely remembered the conversation if any happened at all. All he did remember was his father's hand on his key, the words 'grounded', and how Vector should bring him to his room. All of which leads to this moment, him being almost dragged by Vector down the hallways. Yuma never felt so tired in his life before. Sure, he had been worn out when he left for Earth, but that was nothing in comparison to the burnout he felt when he returned. To be fair he might have seen it coming. Having intergalactic travel one way was taxing enough. Traveling back was double the dose on his worn-out body.

"Yuma-kun..." Vector did sound worried.

He could barely see the black fiendish barian by his side now "Want me to carry you?". Yuma groaned slightly at that suggestion. Being carried by his former arch-enemy was humiliating, to say the least. Especially, since Vector would surely torment him with it later. That said, Yuma was not sure he could muster much strength to walk much further. In the end, he let out a very exhausted sigh.

"I will take that as a yes" Vector mused, and Yuma felt arms wrapping around him. It was not like Yuma could see him do it thou. He had at that moment closed his eyes and felt how the bliss of sleep washed over him.

Time skip.

He was abruptly awakened when his body was tossed on what felt like a comfortable bed. Or Yuma figured it was a bed. He hadn't opened his eyes yet. He felt too sleepy. Then small droplets of water were dumped on his face, making Yuma groan slightly. It was sort of refreshing in some way.

"Wow, you are out of it if that did not work Yuma-kun" He could hear Vector say, and was that a bit of concern in his voice?

"To think that I, Vector, have to be the one nursing you back to health. Oh, the cruel irony" Vector then said and chuckled. "After my many attempts at killing you, I now have to be the one making sure you are alive, or he will have my head. What is poor Vector to do?".

He chuckled again at his joke before new water droplets hit his skin. All of which made Yuma's eyelid fluster open. He did indeed find himself inside his quarters on his bed with Vector sitting beside him on a floating crystal. His head hovered above him with a wet towel with red liquid dripping down on him.

"Vector..." Yuma's voice was hoarse and squeaky, but he did manage to form his name before Vector pried a crystal past his open lips.

"Ah, ah, ah, the patient needs to be quiet and swallow their medicine or they will not get any better" Vector lectured and tilted a knowing finger in front of him.

Yuma groaned annoyed before his eyes widened in disbelief. He lifted a hand, out from under the quilt he was given and found his human hand in front of him. He had reverted to his human form. Why?

"And they need rest too," Vector said firmly and grabbed around Yuma's wrist. The quilt got placed over him, leaving only his head visible. That left many questions peeking up inside Yuma's mind now.

"But I..." Vector stuffed another crystal in his mouth.

It took Yuma several tries to even form a sentence by this point. Every time he opened his mouth to say anything, Vector was there to stop him from talking with those blasted crystals. It took him a lot of strength to even manage to lift his arm again and stop Vector's before one of those crystals touched his lips. When he finally managed his arm was shaking under the forceful presence of Vector's.

"What is going on here?!" Yuma demanded quickly knowing full well he could not keep this up.

Surprisingly, Vector got out of his grip without any trouble, but he wasn't forcing any crystals in him any longer. His head tilted slightly at the question he had given him.

"What do you think Yuma-kun? I have become your babysitter of course" He chuckled his crazed laughter again "Your dear little father ordered me too. I have to take care of you now until he is done with his business. Whenever that is".

"Why?" he managed before Vector stuffed his face again.

"Why? Because your precious Nash screwed up of course. There was a reason your dear father did not want you to leave Barian world you know and now you are both paying the toll for that" Vector replied. "You with that sick body of yours and Nash with, I don't know, pain? You have both been very naughty boys".

"I..." Yuma swallowed yet another crystal "I didn't mean to...".

"Of course, you did. You chose to leave" Vector reminded him. All of which made Yuma feel even more terrible about himself. Because of his insistence, Nash was in a huge pile of trouble now. Why didn't he think things through?

"Let me guess, you just wanted to escape him and his presence for just an hour" Vector then said, "He can be very imposing sometimes. It is like he is breathing down your neck all the time. I should know, I was his vessel once".

"Yeah," Yuma admitted and bit his lip.

To be honest he was still very homesick and just wanted to see Earth one more time, before... Yuma didn't know what. Neither he nor Shark had figured out Don Thousand's true objective yet. He had done nothing out of the ordinary. Besides fulfilling his side of the deal with Yuma. Which included breathing down Yuma's neck like a dark entity of a ghost. It gave Yuma goosebumps just thinking about that.

"You know, you could just ask him to back off" Vector then said suddenly.

"What?!". Yuma was staring at him in disbelief now.

"He is your father. Apparently. All parent wants are to see their child healthy and happy" Vector began and went thoughtful for a bit "Well, most of them at least. My father wasn't exactly interested in my happiness. But then again, I was only conceived so he had an heir to take over his empire with".

"Yeah..." Yuma mused thoughtfully.

His earthy father had indeed cared about his well-being. Just like his mother had. Of course, none of them had told him the truth about being adopted, which left Yuma feeling a bit betrayed inside. His real father, he still had huge doubts about that, was the chaos god from the barian world. Yuma was not sure how to feel about that at all. The thought made him nauseous.

"The point is, that whether your father cares for you or not, he wanted you by his side. That is a big achievement Yuma" Vector continued with "You can ask him anything without fearing for your life. Like...".

"Like his plans?" Yuma quirked curiously.

"Yeah. Like his plans" Vector agreed with a nod "Or maybe you can be a bit more creative and ask him what your role is in all of this or Ours?! I am sure you have been thinking about that for quite some time".

"Yeah..." Yuma mused out in a thoughtful tone.

To be fair, he had so many, many questions he wanted answers on. His role in this is just one of them. Vector's words were roaming around his head like wildfire now. He did want answers, but were things really that simple? Could he just ask him? That seemed farfetched somehow. Especially, since the one he was talking to was Vector!

The door flew open and added a gust of wind inside the room. Both Vector and Yuma let out a surprised jerk when the chaos god entered the room in all his radiance.

"Speaking of the devil" Vector mused out in an annoyed tone. If he had wanted to say more, the glare Don Thousand was sending him, made him silent instantly.

"Leave!" He ordered Vector. Making the black and grey colored barian salute.

"Aye, aye your evilness," he said before leaving the room.

Yuma was now once again all alone with his father. It was not something he was looking forward to. All his bravado from before at his talk with Vector had sunk to the bottom of his mind and was instead replaced with fear and worry. Worry and fear for himself and his beloved Nash. It was for that reason he ended up asking:

"Where is Nash? What did you do to him?". All of which made the chaos god tilts his head in slight amusement.

"Interesting. The first question you ask me after your awakening and then it is all about that filthy has been of an emperor" The deity mused in a cold tone "When in reality you should be more worried about yourself young man".

"I..." Yuma shuttered slightly, before gaining the courage to speak his mind "I don't care about what happened to me. Nash had done nothing wrong! I was the one asking him to tag along. I am to blame...".

"I am well aware of that Yuma" His father cut him off with in a growl. With fast steps, he was at Yuma's side. His right hand grabbed around his chin and forced him to look up into his two different colored eyes "You went behind my back and thereby put yourself in a dangerous situation. I told you to stay put in the barian world, but alas you defied my orders! Now you will reap what you have sowed. Your precious Nash will not be attending your side any time soon".

"No! I... " He managed to get himself out of his father's grip before continuing "I didn't break our deal. You can't kill him. please...!".

"I have no such thing Yuma. I guarantee you that" His father responded. he was having an indifferent look in his eyes now as he sat down on the chair Vector had left earlier "Nevertheless, since you found a certain loophole in our contract, I too have taken deliberately of using one myself".

"No, I... father please..." Yuma begged. He ended up sitting in bed looking at his father with pledging eyes now "I will be good. I promise".

"Tell me Yuma. What were the terms regarding our deal again?" Don Thousand instead asked and ignored Yuma's begging completely.

"In return for you bringing all the people back that Nash and his emperors had taken from earth, your son was given back to you" Yuma mused in a monotone voice. It was like this was drilled into him "However, there is a drawback. You can only bring back people that associate with the power of chaos. Meaning Astral and the astral citizens are not included. Along with Kite whose soul died of natural causes. It was never sent to Barian world...".

"Very good Yuma. Now tell me the details of your part in all this" Don Thousand encouraged with an evil smirk.

"I gave myself up. Their freedom for mine" Yuma said in a low whisper "I am to remain in the barian world as your barian son and are not allowed to leave without an escort. I live and serve you father for all eternity".

"Yes, correct again my son" Yuma could feel how his father was stroking his hair now "And if you break the contract?".

"They are all taken away from me! But I... I didn't break it. Nash went with me!" Yuma uttered in pure distress. He could feel how his father was rubbing his cheek now. It gave him the creeps.

"Yes, he did. Your little loophole and since he did, you will no longer see him again Yuma. Not until you both stop defying me" Don Thousand responded with "You do not know how close you were to dying this time. I am doing this for your good. I cannot lose you again Yuma".

The tone of the god's voice was soft and caring now, but to Yuma it might as well have been knives, cutting his psyche slowly to pieces. His mind was long gone. The thought of never seeing Nash again filled him with so much despair that he barely could think.

"I will leave you to rest my son. Vector will be at your disposal if you ever need anything" he could hear Don thousand say as he got up from the chair. He patted Yuma's head once, before leaving Yuma alone with all his dreadful thoughts.

Outside.

"Well, that was certainly eventful" Vector hummed. His footsteps followed the deities as they walked through the hallways.

"Did not think you would call me back from my mission only to babysit" Vector continued and chuckled darkly "So, master, when will you tell Yuma the truth about that deal you made with him? You know the part with Us former emperors, tied together to you and your life force. Like pets strung along on a line. Only Yuma's precious Nash avoids that fate with a hair or did you indeed collar him earlier?".

"No, pet. Yuma would have realized this and would not have agreed to any deal with me if I had" he could hear the god rumble. "It is eminent that Yuma stays here. By my side, where no one can hurt him...".

"... And you can bond with him. I understand that completely" Vector said and grinned evilly again "But that said, you are not exactly parent material if you know what I mean. To be honest the kid is very frightened of you".

"Humpf, you talk too much Vector" the god snorted back at him.

"The only way I know how" Vector singsong back at him "You are the only company given to me. Got shunned by the others as you so full well know. Guess that is the fate of a former traitor". He chuckled evilly again.

"But seriously master, what is your deal? You have all this. Ruling the barian world and Earth. You even annihilated the Astral world and have your precious son at your side" Vector questioned in bewilderment "Nevertheless, you want me to find the numeron code for you too. What more do you want?".

"The Astral world is not destroyed" the god mused out in an indifferent tone that had Vector lift eyebrows at that.

"Wait, it is not?".

"Eliphas is still alive. He is ordered. I am chaos. We are two sides of the same coin. We cannot exist without the other" Don Thousand responded with "As long as he lives on the Astral world will prevail. Or be rebuilt over a couple of centuries. By that time, my reign will be unstoppable".

"Enticing" Vector mused "But wait that means Astral will resurrect".

"Yes. I believe that fool has already attempted to gather his energies" don thousand snorted out "Try as he might. I will just destroy him over and over again. All until that fool realizes that I am the superior of both of us and would never dare to defy me again".

"Ah," Vector mused out thoughtfully.

That explains why Yuma was under such good protection. If Don Thousand had intentions of destroying Astral over and over, Eliphas would eventually want revenge himself. Who better to target than Don Thousand's child?

"Pet, I order you to keep this information a secret. Yuma must under no circumstances know Astral will be resurrected. My son has an unhealthy attachment to that vile being and will surely do something drastic to see him. Prevent this" The deity ordered in a firm tone. Vector growled annoyed as he felt the thread that connected him to Don thousand burn in his lap. He had no way of going against this.

"As my master commands" Vector ended up staying with a tiny respectful bow.

A, N: Well, that was that dear readers. What do you think so far of the story? Is it interesting? The next content I think with the earthlings. So, no new Yuma chapter sorry. Instead, we get the plans on Faker and the others. Hope that will interesting. Please comment on what you think.