Leviathan Hunter

"...Ah, So thats how it went?"

Lumine asked, sitting on her grand chair laced with a golden exterior of snakes. A red soft cushion beneath that provided good warmth for her curve fully butt. 

Lumine's emerald eyes were staring at Sarah, her long golden hair still as flashy as ever. She sat elegantly with her back straight and a soft expression. 

"Yes, There were no causalities or injuries' except damage on the outer hull of the lighting fleet". Sarah said stoically and informative.

Lumine huffed, she seemed tired and started rubbing her temple. There was always damage on the hull of the lighting fleet no matter what. Being a specifically leviathan hunter fleet came with its expenses.

Solan sat by the side sitting on a side couch, munching on a baked cookie that Lumine had laying around in a glass bowl by her desk. He knew that it was unprofessional, but he knew better that Soldat had delicious snacks. 

"As for the Leviathan corpse, we'll hand it over to the research facility to see if they can use its parts... As for the paycheck It'll be the usual plus a bonus for your good work". Lumine said laying the papers to the side. 

"As for you Solan...". She gazed towards the munching Solan, her expression seemed very serious and maybe a hint of anger in it.

"You faced the 'Silver-back' yourself, were you not scared of what could've happened to you?" She asked, judging by her tone she wanted an answer to his recklessness and he had no choice but to comply.

"...I just remembered an old memory...":

"Old memory? So you jumped in because of an old memory?" Lumine asked with an arched eyebrow, curious of this old memory. 

"...Something my father told me...": 

Lumine continued to stare daggers into Solan before sighing at his answer. 

"..Well... I wont scold you... but you must think thoroughly next time... facing a Leviathan head on is the same as a death sentence... You were lucky because of your unique vessel...".

What she said wasn't a lie, Solan's vessel had many abilities and he knew how to utilize them to its fullest at his current state. if he didn't possess it, he would be dead a long time ago decaying inside the mud-cat. 

"Yes, I understand...". He said, knowing that arguing back would be useless under the concern of the grand-master herself. 

***

Shortly after being dismissed Solan was walking through the shining corridor a old servant of some kind. Wearing a black attire and a white shirt under the approaching man was a butler. 

"...Excuse me, are you Sir Solan?" The butler asked.

"...Yes, I am...". Solan replied simply. 

"Ah, Sir Trevon has requested your presence... He has finished what you asked for".

Solan's eyes widened under his demonic mask. He had already completed the request? Solan had almost forgot about it but had now remembered that Sir Trevon was working with one of his ideas. 'To Inject his own blood into weapons'

***

"...I'm here...".

Solan spoke up. Standing by the door frame, the room was dark. The only source of light coming from the exit of the door. His tall wide body casted a shadow over the dark office room. There the familiar man sat with his usual smirk, Trevon had been waiting for him. 

"Congratulations on your mission, I heard the hunt went well?" Trevon asked with a smirk, eyeing Solan's eye through the red mask. 

"...Yes, We couldn't have done it without the Sky division...".

Solan replied, his voice remained slight monotone. With years of getting to know Trevon. He was a sly man, whenever he asked for something there was always some bigger intentions behind it. behind his usual smirking facade hid a mysterious nature.

"I heard your helmet that I preciously made got broken when you fought Samira..".

"..Yes that's likely true..."

Trevon smiled in amusement. He had put a lot of time into creating it for Solan. 

"Well... I've already prepared something new for you, but before that... There's something I've wanted to ask you since you introduced the use of your own blood". 

Solan raised his eyebrow under the mask. Trevon was a man of questions and curiosity, it wasn't surprising knowing he was a dedicated researcher who wanted to search for new ways to develop his products.

"...Well, Me and my members ran several tests with the blood you handed us"

Trevon stood up from his seat, approaching his endless of shelves by the corner of the room. Opening a bigger shelves he grabbed onto something which was seemingly a blade without a handle or a guard. Just a plain black blade.

Taking a look at it Solan's eyed widened a bit. He could see the immense aura emanating from it. It was his aura, the same one that would usually radiate from his body whenever he activated his power. 

"...For normal people like the rest, its dangerous to even pick it up if you don't possess the aptitude of holding a Leviathan slayer or a vessel". 

"...In other words, its deadly.... We had a normal member try hold it, only for him... to Die".

"Die?" Solan asked, his tone was raised baffled. He didn't expect his vessel to be that dangerous. 

"...Its similar to how a normal person gets a hold of a dangerous mushroom or a poisonous octopus". Trevon spoke. 

"...Then how are you able to hold the blade?"

Trevon gazed at Solan, his smirk still present. 

"...Heh, Well... i actually injected your blood into my own...".

'What? Solan was baffled by his remark. he had injected himself with his blood knowing just what dangerous treats it had. But of course, Trevon was a man of knowledge... In the end of the day he was a researcher who does everything to seek information'

"...Look at this" 

Trevon said, raising his white sleeve to his elbow. Solan's expression turned dreadful, gazing towards his forearm he was exposing. A visible red/purple decaying mark on his lower forearm, seemingly rotting with veins popping up. 

"...I injected your blood in the middle of the mark here, and I'll tell you this... Just the first minute into injecting it I started vomiting an absurd amount of blood.."

 "It felt like my inner skeleton was undergoing metamorphism of some kind. But well here I am, well and alive... The only after effects given was this rot".

"I have came to the hypothesis that your blood is a curse of some kind": 

Trevon handed the plain blade to Solan, getting a good look it sure looked beautiful. A fine clean edge which could seemingly slice through to anything. 

"...What else did you try?" Solan gazed towards the decaying mark on Trevon's arm with a stoic look. 

"...That's everything I managed to do within the time you were gone... I spent 2 days in my own room screaming in agony after injecting the your blood into my blood". 

Trevon lowered his sleeve before walking off to another shelves of his. Grabbing a black box of some kind, It was well polished, having sharp corners and a shining wall on each side. 

Opening it up, a light mist came out. The mist slowly made its way up before calmingly falling down on the outer exteriors of the box. Slight overdramatic in Solan's perspective, because what could possible need the effects of mist.

Trevon reached for something inside the polished box. A big circular helmet of some kind, seemingly a knight's helmet. A shining dark silver color on its exterior, having 9 small dots serving eyes on each side making it 18 eyes in total. Its mouth made up with 10 vertical streaks. 

"...I'm starting to think that your purposely try to make your artifacts look edgy" Solan told looking stoically at the helmet, though he had to admit that it looked pretty cool. 

"...I created it by using dark steel and some steam components... Its something that hasn't been officially developed, I made it in my free time...". 

Handing Solan the helmet he took a good look at it. On the backside was several weird machinery components, several wires streaming down from its head down to what could be a connection of another component.

"...Its not completed, i need a few more things to get the final touch... I'll just wait for the useful Leviathans to arrive at the market... Maybe I'll have to give the Anax guild a visit". 

"The Anax have everything, there's about 43 hunter fleets active across the sea only in Endeia... ". Solan said. 

"...Yeah, yet there's barely any Leviathans to hunt because of a certain someone" Trevon chuckled obviously referring to Solan and Admiral Sarah. 

"In the mean time take this" Trevon said handing another mask. A simple silver knight's helmet with a long horizontal streak with a curvy edge at the end. 

"...Its not as flashy as the previous but It has the same foundation as your first helmet, created with the only useful parts of the mud-cat". Trevon informed.

"It'll help you with those voices that keeps bothering you". Trevon smiled before sitting back at his seat.

"..I see... I'll be on my way then...". Solan said turning his back to Trevon approaching exit.