Wandering Mysterious Lord

Amon handed over control of the trailblaze mission back to Dan Heng. "Dan Heng, you take the lead. I'll take over when it comes to negotiations. I'm sure you've seen how persuasive I can be." March 7th snarked "A little bit too cunning. If Sampo was a swindler then you are the king of swindlers!" 

Amon placed a hand over his heart before staring at March 7th, "Dear March, you've hurt me dearly with that comment. I will remember this." Amon said all of this with a smile as March 7th seemed to panic, the smile that didn't quite seem to reach his face. Dan Heng shook his head as Stelle seemed to be glued to Amon as she constantly asked. 

"Teach me your ways master!" Amon could only sigh as he patted Stelle on her head. It was almost like having a young Kafka nearby. Gepard brought them all the way to the Qilpoth Fort as the team took in the sights with Stelle begging him for something awesome. 

"Please Amon, I know you are secretly some super powerful guy hiding some super dark secret. Please give me something cool." Stelle gazed at him with the big powerful eyes. Amon sighed as he thought about what to give Stelle. 

Something not too dangerous but also not too weak. Then there was the fact that Herta had finally published the findings of the spirit world. Needless to say that had attracted a few unwanted guests in the Spirit World that were taken care of by the residents. 

Amon smacked his palm as he retrieved a simply flute. "Here" Stelle caught the old looking wooden flute before asking "What does this do? Does it kill someone if I play the correct melody?" 

Perhaps this was why she was blessed by the destruction. Amon sighed before pointing out the functions of the flute, "This flute will allow you to avoid death once. Once you are in mortal danger, the flute will automatically rewrite fate for you to survive. The negative effect is that someone else will shoulder the cost of fate." 

Stelle stared at him "Aren't you supposed to hide your powers or something Amon?" Amon shrugged "Hiding powers and hiding identities are completely different, and to be fair I never attempted to hide my identity. I am Herta's assistant that is true but numerous things can be true at the same time."

They soon approached the supreme guardian Cocolia as Amon hummed in the thoughts of experiments. He stared at the Cocolia who showed signs of corruption via stellaron, "Cocolia, do you prefer the madness of the stellaron or the madness of the great old ones?" Amon pinched himself as he cast those thoughts away. Retain humanity, retain humanity, he repeated to himself as a mantra but only to realise, he wasn't great of a human either. 

He had always had a sick sense of humor and the group chat was just as bad. So it wasn't really losing humanity but his sick sense of humor had been upgraded? Amon didn't even know at this point but with Herta, Kafka and the trailblazers, the chance of him losing humanity completely was very little especially with the other avatars experiencing new insights. 

"Greetings visitors from beyond the sky. It is an honor to meet you." 

[Lie]

Amon sneered inwardly "Lying to the God of Deceit is a bold move." He stared at the influence of the stellaron before thinking about parasitising Cocolia and then influencing the stellaron and turning it into a collectible. 

He shook those thoughts out before placing them as potential paths in his plans. Having a stellaron collectible would be great and Herta would be stoked to look at it. Dan Heng bowed and urged the rest to do the same. Dan Heng's intelligence and usage of the team's talents as March 7th provided the evidence as Dan Heng explained they were here because of the stellaron. 

Amon's glee was barely suppressed as he watched Cocolia flinch. Amon took to the stage as he tipped his pointed hat for Cocolia. 

"Madam Cocolia, we are here for selfish reasons, and thats our honesty towards you. However the outcome of our selfish actions to find and seal this stellaron will result in a positive outcome for everyone. Previously we've had incidents such as dear March 7th causing incidents during the job."

Amon produced a contract stating that they would be given autonomy equivalent to those of Belebog citizens and that they would actively help in the search for the stellaron. Cocolia's brow furrowed as she never expected that someone this sly would be in a group of naive Nameless. It was like bullying a group of small rats only to find a serpent was hidden with the rats. 

Cocolia sighed as she took out a pen before signing it. Amon grinned as he had limited Cocolia's potential moves in order to derail their plans. Amon himself would pull the strings and as for the underground, he'd leave the situation to Stelle. 

Gepard guided the group to the Goethe Grand Hotel before leaving. Amon snapped his fingers as an overlay flashed at the door. Amon grinned as he entered his hotel room only to be greeted by his own old styled room in the express closet. 

"Home sweet home." In an instant multiple Amons soon appeared each with the same grin. "Alright lads, let's get to work. Make contact with the designated people of interest and start leaving clues. A few of you go to the underground with a disguise and start making subtle moves to shift the dynamic of the underground. The rest, keep an eye and disguise yourselves."

The few Amons all nodded before vanishing as each went through a different door manifested around the room. 

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Amon remained in the room as he began to think about the life of a trailblazer. Perhaps after Jarilo-VI he would take a break and visit some other world. Maybe Welt's home world, he didn't know much about Honkai Impact but he had heard it was Welt's home world and quite a saddening story. 

If there was one thing Amon hated, it was partings. Amon had been alone for a long time, just like Mr Fool. Solitude is something that will wear down the soul. He would leave an avatar with them later on and come back if anything dangerous required his help. 

Amon stared at the obsidian bed covers before sinking into them and dreaming of a life filled with companions and bright happy days. Perhaps he would ask if one would like to become his travel buddy. He doubted Welt would join him, Himeko would definitely stay with the Astral Express, Dan Heng had self imposed obligations and Stelle and March both had goals they needed to achieve.

Perhaps... Maybe someone who has been cast out and been rejected by fate from the story. 

Amon's eyes opened as he stared at the open window as a single star seemed to shine and disturb his rest. His fingers reached out to pinch the star as it was snuffed out in an instant. Immediately with everything comfortable, he slowly sunk deeper into his dream.

He wasn't hearing many prayers, and in a way he felt unneeded. Sure he was a pillar, but... Hardly acknowledged. 

He was still being treated as fictional and perhaps only those truly desperate would call for his help. 

Until then he would wait, and wait, and wait for that someone. Klein was fortunate, he at least had his siblings.

Amon had nothing but himself, so the best he could do was fill the hollow feeling with entertainment and joy.

He was an existence more sad than Klein. No one waiting for him at the bronze table, no one to protect and no one to understand him nor care for him. 

And so Amon slept till the next morning. His heart yearned for understanding and for someone to be by his side or even call for help. 

Yet no one called.