Rogue. (IN REVISION)

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"When I see that albino cousin of mine, she better pray that I don't kill her with my bare hands!" Benedict screamed as he walked with Pilot.

The Living stretched way past Desolate, since they knew Fallon and her friends left Desolate, they were heading to Derelict. Benedict knew that would be the first place she'd go if she were able to see if her mother and father were alive.

"Ben, calm down." Pilot said trying to console his friend as they shuffled through the massive crowd of dancers and yelling over the loud music. Benedict swung around and met his friend's eyes, "Don't ever tell me to calm down when someone literally dropped a house on me like a tornado." He told Pilot.

He tried not to laugh at the description he gave and let him lead the way. Benedict found the metal door that led to Derelict's Living District. The people immediately sprang up, petting the two men desperately. Some were trying to make deals; some were ready to offer anything for one patch of Elate.

"Fallon's got tricks." He pushed away a woman who had been clinging to his arm. "I've got tricks too." He looked down at the people who pleaded with him in despair. Each one of them looking sickly, tired and on the verge of death. Derelict's section of The Living was much quieter, more of a drug den than a clubbing area. Their supply of Elate was scarce, much scarcer than Desolate's more alive and adrenaline filled party on the other side. Some of them had to resort to snorting Tripizole and Immortalizine bare and unfiltered to get their fix but it was nothing like Elate. Benedict advised Rig, the overseer of The Kuni to keep both sections separate, not because of the law or because of rules...it was for his own amusement.

Pilot shook his head and looked at how the Derelictonians fell on their knees to beg. It was as if they looked at him as their savior. They knew he was the source of all the drugs trafficked in Desolate and so they praised him like a God.

Pilot would let their behavior slide if it wasn't for Benedict who encouraged it, "Will you stop it?" He rolled his eyes.

"What? They just miss their Divine." He smiled egotistically.

"That is blasphemous-"

"Listen here Pilot, A God becomes a God by manipulating the people...that's it. Don't talk to me about Divine doctrine, it's as old as the toxic dust that cakes over the ground of Derelict."

Pilot silenced, he himself didn't really believe or understand The Prophecies of the Lion Rock either but he wasn't about to disrespect the legacy it left behind. Pilot secretly mourned for his close friend; he wasn't the same man ever since The Divide.

All Elysians know the story of how the Lion Rock Scrolls came to be, there was one main religion in the Continent in ancient times, there were plenty of books that spoke this Divine truth. The books spoke of a God whose name was smudged away from the very pages, no one knew what his name was so they all just called him the Divine. Before there were countries like Desolate and Derelict, Elysium was just one kingdom and ruled by one awful ruler. He had all the books burned in Elysium because he hated the hope that the story of the Divine gave them.

The rich ruler thrived on the fear of the people, he felt power when they fawned over him in desperation. In the end, only one book was found in the whole country and the three men who came upon it made a deal. They believed in the story so much and loved the Divine so deeply that they ripped the pages of the thick book and spread the pages across Elysium so that the people would have hope once again. The three men later were later written down in Divine history as The Brothers of Hope. All Elysians may not believe in the Divine but there is no questioning that most of them believe that there is something out there that exists, they feel it in their spirit.