User blog:Yudayahito/Three Brothers in the Age of Monster Girls: Story Arc 1 Finale(Part 2)(Fanfic)

Ten Years Ago…..



"Get back here you little brat!", Solomon shouted as he chased after Isidore. The twelve year old boy simple responded by giving him a very loud raspberry as he ran over the hill. Isaac followed behind Solomon, his trying desperately to keep up with his eldest brother's larger steps.



Isidore snickered as he ran through the city streets, Solomon's holy book in his clutches. It wasn't too hard for his green-cloaked brothers to find him in the crowd, as he caused quite a stir as he pushed and shoved his way through. However, the rambunctious young man put his Solomon at quite the impasse.



Isaac had finally caught up with Solomon, panting heavily as he did so. "Can't you guys ever wait up for me?", he whined.

"Shut up, Isaac", Solomon cursed as he eyes the middle brother.



Isidore grinned like a demon as he held the holy book over a well, Solomon visibly shaking with anger. "This is what you get for taking the last cookie!", he taunted.

"Don't you dare!", Solomon shouted as he dashed forwards, but it was too late, Isidore had let go of the book. This of course, didn't stop Solomon from grabbing his little brother by the neck and throttling him, and falling down the well with him.

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"Ugh…", Isidore groaned. "How much did I drink?", he asked aloud as he removed his hood to rub his head in pain. Before he could make sense of his surroundings, strong arms wrapped themselves around him.

"Brother!", Solomon cheered, hugging the green-cloaked man tightly.

"Gah! What!?", Isidore gasped, struggling to free himself.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"You're…. hurting… me", Isidore stammered.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Solomon, let him go!", a younger voice pleaded. A black-cloaked form placed its hands around Solomon's and tried to pull him off, but to no avail. Faced with being crushed to death, Isidore summoned his strength, forcing his palms beneath Solomon's ribs, forcing both of them off of him.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore stood aghast at the sight of the two men, hoods removed. Solomon rubbed his torso, quickly soothing away the pain before standing up, grinning ear to ear. Isaac was not far behind, though instead of jumping on his brother, he simply held his arms out beckoning him to come over.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I…… I can't believe this", Isidore said, his voice quiet with shock.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Believe it", Isaac said cheerfully. "Our family is finally back together"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Yes!", Solomon cheered beside him. "I never lost hope that we would be reunited after this war had torn us apart! But by the grace of the Chief Goddess, we Courdefer brothers have found each other once again!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"….Exactly", Isaac said hesitantly. Solomon didn't notice, but Isidore did.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"To be honest….. I thought you both were dead", Isidore said, averting his eyes a bit.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I thought the same thing, for a time anyways", Isaac said, his expression darkening before immediately perking up again. "But you're not and we're back together!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"So what now?", Isidore asked.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The three of them were quiet for a few moments, standing there in the field without saying a word.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"It's gonna be dark in a few hours, and we're close to the border", Isidore added, looking up at the twilight sky.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I know a place we can stay for the night", Solomon said, putting his white hood back on.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Oh?", Isaac asked. "Will there be warm beds and pretty girls?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"You haven't changed a bit", Isidore said, rolling his eyes as he donned his own hood. He pulled Isaac's hood over his head as well, ushering his younger sibling on with a push on the back.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The Order's flag waved lazily in the breeze as the sun began to set over the horizon. Agatha sighed as she admired the vibrant colors, the deep oranges and purples looking very romantic. She twirled one of her beige locks as she leaned against her spear, her mind far away from her duties.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Idle minds are the realm of Demons", the Hero Solomon said as he suddenly appeared in front of her. Agatha screamed as she fell on her rump, Solomon smiled at her, wishing her well as he walked past her. She reached for her spear, but Isidore's leather boot stepped on it, his green and brown eyes boring into her. Her blood ran cold as he stared at her. He stepped off the weapon and bent down next her her, placing the weapon in her hands, then standing up and followed Solomon without a word.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Agatha sighed in relief as he too passed by her, returning to her feet in the process. She wiped the dust off of her butt, but again froze when she saw another man looking at her.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Don't mind me", he said in a friendly manner, eyes closed. Agatha's face grew red when his green eyes opened, shining brightly compared to his dark cloak and hair. He winked and grinned at her before walking into the camp, Agatha's face turning beet red as she watched him go.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"An Order camp…", Isaac thought to himself as he looked around at all the tents and soldiers. "Never thought I'd set foot in a place like this…". The young Incubus pulled his hood further over his head so as to hide his worried expression. He had heard stories of what they'd do to Monsters if they captured them, he could only imagine what they'd do to a man who had become one.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"They better have good food here", Isidore thought as he followed Solomon.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Ah!, My Lord Solomon!", the Knight Commander greeted. "I trust that you return bearing conquests"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Of sorts, Sir Knight", Solomon replied.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Oh?", the Knight asked. His friendly expression vanished as he saw the two men accompanying the Hero. "Who are they?".

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"My brothers, Isidore and Isaac", Solomon answered. "The Knight's expression once again perked up.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Ah! Greetings Isidore and Isaac Courdefer", he said, trying to make a good impression.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Hello!", Isaac replied cheerfully, waving his hand enthusiastically. Isidore merely looked at the Knight for a moment, unimpressed with his show of grace. The Knight grimaced at the green-cloaked man, his silence and stare filed with contempt.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"It has been many years since we have seen each other", Solomon said, diverting the Knight's attention from the disrespectful Mercenary. "If you would be so kind as to provide us with a tent so that we may have privacy, I would most appreciate it".

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"But of course, my Hero", the Knight said. "I'm sure one of my soldier's won't mind you staying in their tent while they're on duty.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"How generous of you", Isidore said sarcastically.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Oooh!", Isaac said in awe. "A girl sleeps here"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"How can you tell?", Isidore asked.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I just can", Isaac replied. "Plus the pair of panties of the floor make it pretty obvious". Sure enough there was a pair of simple white panties of the ground, which Solomon quickly hid under a bedroll with his foot.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Well then….", Solomon said sitting down. "Ten years ago we were torn apart of this damned war"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I still can't believe that we found each other again", Isaac said, sitting across from his eldest brother.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"After everything that happened, we still recognize each other", said Isidore. "I guess there's something to be said about family bonds"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Indeed, Isidore", Solomon agreed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"If only mother and father could see us now", Isaac said.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore tightened his fists when his brother said that. He did not wish to think about what had happened. He did not wish to be in that tent either.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I'm going to go get some food", he said, stepping out of the tent. His brothers watched him go, but did not pursue.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"He never was one for touching moments, was he?", Isaac asked Solomon, a nostalgic grin on his face.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Heh. You could get more fuzzy feelings out of a rock", Solomon joked, the both of them breaking into laughter.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Ten Years Ago….

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Soaking wet, Isidore and Solomon stood before their mother, an angry scowl on her face.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"A destroyed holy tome and two sons down the well!?", the screamed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Isidore was the one who-", Solomon protested, but a quick swat to the head shit him up.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"I don't want to hear it!", she snapped. Isidore snickered at his older brother's discipline, but he too received a swat on the head form his mother.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"If you two weren't my sons I'd have you locked in the king's dungeon for all the trouble you cause me!", she scolded. She wiped a tuff of blonde hair away from her brown eyes and let her expression soften.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Izzy, help me make dinner", she said.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Don't call me that!", Isidore protested, only to receive another swat on the head.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Solomon, get everything cleaned, please"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Yes, mother", Solomon replied obediently.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Do I have to do anything?", Isaac asked, looking up at his mother with puppy-dog eyes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"You can help me set the table", she replied sweetly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">"Okay!", Isaac cheered.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Isidore and Solomon shot Isaac a death glare as they attended to their tasks.