Chapter Text
Chapter One
I
On a first class car in either his third or fourth train sat a very disgruntled Suguru Kamoshida. He was on his way to a holiday on an island. He thought to himself:
“What was its name again? Ah yes Heaven Island.” The mystery of which there had been nothing else in the paper. Everyone was guessing about the enigmatic new owner, who had never revealed himself to the public and so the paparrazi of the public hive had swarmed down on the mystery and dished out rumours. Kamoshida again turned to the letter he received in the mail.
“Kamoshida, we’ve been out of touch for quite some time, and I thought we could recconnect over a short vacation on Heaven Island. Surf, sand and relaxation while we relive the glory days. What better way to spend the holiday. There’s a special party and everyone is getting a pseudonym to add some mystery. Yours is Asmodeus. Hope to see you soon.” Signed Patrick Thomas Hart.
Kamoshida groaned. Thinking of the Olympics and trying to remember names and faces always resulted into him feeling nauseated. Well apparently he had met someone who remembered him, though who couldn’t. Now he was gonna spend a perfect weekend on an island paradise. This party business was odd and the name as well. Maybe he could scratch that certain itch again, it had been so long…
II
Sae Niijima sat in a economy car in her last train before she made it to her destination. Finally a week off, and on Heaven Island of all places. It was all anyone was talking out in the papers these days. Afterall the public was a rumour mill and could very easily come up with the most fantastical things. It was said to have been bought by a Mr. Hayashi, who no one had seen or heard from and so the public took off. Fantastical stories everyday of who it might be. Film stars, athletes, politicians the like.
She had received a rather odd letter detailing how she was invited to stay on the island to bask in the sun and be at one with nature or something or other. The letter had focused on three key things: That she was to arrive at Heaven Island by ferry on July 28th, spend a week and return shortly thereafter; That she was to understand that the house had other guests, all well known, that would be in attendance as well as staff; And that their was some odd party that involved the use of pseudonyms, hers being Leviathan.
Yes in mind the entire thing felt particularly odd. The letter had been signed by a signature that was highly illegible. She barely managed to discern the initials, P.T.H. How odd indeed. Well it was a fancy island and there no one would know her, and why would they she wasn’t a particularly noteried prosecutor, even if she never lost…
III
Junya Kaneshiro was being driven in a limousine that he had been picked up in at the train station a few towns over. On his way to a vacation party on Heaven Island. The stuff was nauseating to read about in the papers but the idea of being part of a crowd of millionaires or billionaires would be more than enough to damper his reservations. He could see it now. Him, Junya Kaneshiro, the decorated member of high society that he was always meant to be, with enough money to bath in. He could squander as he liked.
He had looked again at the letter and grimaced. The name provided for him was Belphegor, which was laughable. The signature was despicable but it seemed to belong to someone with a P in his first name, T in the middle, and H in the surname. The rest of the letter was incredibly vague but it was the kind that had grabbed his attention. A week on an island in a world of riches. He tilted his head to the side as one of his men whispered in his ear the reports of money they were getting in. Ha it was enough to pay for an entire lifetime, because it was a lifetime…
IV
Goro Akechi bristled as he sat in a stuffy, first, class car on a train speeding towards his destination. Heaven Island, the name on every paper, right behind the murder of the month. Crow, a serial killer who had a very targeted set of marks. Hah, if only they knew. He had secured an invitation in the mail that was most peculiar. He had to force himself to relax, after all with fame came cameras and his imagine needed to be maintained. After all no one could know what was behind his incredibly diminutive and polite mask.
He growled at the thought. The main populace worshipped the ground he walked on as their precious ‘Detective Prince’ yet scorned his name in the darkest corners of bars and brothels, Crow the Bird of Death. It would be hilarious to anyone else but this was Goro Akechi, he was not everybody else. His emotions were mounting and he would need to get his frustrations out, hopefully his employer would give him permission on this stay.
Right he was on a job, a masquerade of this silly vacation. The entire situation set him on edge. He looked down again at the invite and memorized its words. Satanus was to be his pseudonym for some silly dinner party there were hosting, and he was to reach the coast soon for the ferry’s arrival. It was all most peculiar indeed…
V
Kunikazu Okumura was flying in his private jet to a small port town in southwest Japan. For what? A vacation, the first he had taken in years. His company grew by the day, and his legacy would be secured in a month or less. His daughter may have her reservations but she was loyal and obedient. He was absolutely confident she would do as she was told. Afterall he was her father, and in his house that meant something. However even in his own jet, a symbol of his fame and fortune, he couldn’t escape the feelings of doubt. He knew his workers weren’t particularly happy. Just like he knew his daughter would never be happy in a marriage to that man. Then again who would be? Okumura had met the man and without a doubt could say he was awful.
But a vacation had tempted him. Had lulled him into a false sense of security that everything would work out and he would end up rich and prosperous and everything he was supposed to be. The invitation had seemed innocent with it’s delightful retelling of some events in which he couldn’t fully remember the people involved but remembered fondly; as well as the childish pseudonym of a costume party that was to be held on the night of arrival. Heaven Island, said to be a dream on the ocean. What wonders would it hold?
VI
Ichiryusai Madarame was the definition of old. Everything about him was. His appearance, his art, his ideas, his fame. All of it was old news. He was forgotten as most people are but for one thing, Sayuri. The image would be his Mona Lisa, but even the Mona Lisa only got Da Vinci so far. He needed something new, something eye catching. A new Mona Lisa. Yet here he was in a third rate train, in economy class wedged next to some nobody who had probably worked a dead end job all his life and scorned the arts. No matter, he would find inspiration on this island, be it his own or others and he would take it for himself. Then he would be new again.
Heaven Island may be the only thing being talked about now but all that would change soon enough. Madarame glanced again at his invitation to the island. The entire thing seemed so silly with the instructions to come to the ferry at a certain time and so one and so forth. The pseudonym he had been provided was rather unusual, Azazel. However he could look past that in light of a new opportunity. The world wouldn’t forget him again.
VII
Masayoshi Shido was a man who drew attention. Everywhere he went people stared. People payed attention to him and he used that to his advantage. He garnered support and was now on his way to becoming the Prime Minister of Japan. He was powerful, influential, ruthless and very willing to play dirty. He was destined for greatness and he would claim that greatness. However patience was a virtue he was in low supply of at the moment, but he was going to recharge on a vacation. A week off on an island was a risky move but Shido’s numbers were growing bigger by the day and he wanted to appeal to people by showing he was human and new. He smirked, it was rather easy to fool them wasn’t.
The most disconcerting thing about the trip was the signature at the bottom of the letter which really needed some work but Shido was to preoccupied with the rest to care. The pseudonym of Samael was a rather odd, but he was Masayoshi Shido and he was favored by God or whatever higher power was up there. He was invincible…