It's good to live, even if you're not really having the best kind of life. It's refreshing, and it's great to know that you can discover new things in life.
Now now, I know what y'all are going to say.
'it's not worth living if you're poor!'
'Worth living to experience all kinds of shits?'
'Living your life knowing you don't have a future?'
'What about me? my parents died before I was even born and now I'm an orphan!'
'You can only say that because you're privileged.'
Let me finish now.
I was only 12 years old when I got separated from my piece of shit parents and from this shitty world. But I decided not to bitch about it since it won't change a thing in my life. Instead, I used it as a motivation to thrive and survive.
"You'll regret this... You damned monster!"
Oh! He interrupted my soliloquy! I forgot to finish him off.... oopsie I guess?
"Hey, you're being really rude, you know? I was in the middle of monologuing, and you just interrupted it, Mr Knight."
Walking through the piles of dead bodies that emitted a disgusting stench, in the middle of walking, I almost tripped over my feet.
The noble knight, seeing an opening, lunged at me with his tightly held sword of unknown origin. A decisive stab was his focus; he aimed for my heart.... Not knowing I allowed him to see that opening.
Stab!
He landed the sword on my chest. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt, and yes, I'm going to lie; it did not hurt at all.
I pulled his face closer to mine and asked him.
"Tell me, did that satisfy you?"
Instead of answering, he just decided to spit on my face! This rude little prick!
If he wanted to play this kind of game then I'm more than open to hack through it.
I quickly kicked his right knee and pushed it with enough force to dislocate it. He cursed and shouted due to the immense pain that I amplified by interfering with his mental state and emotion.
Slowly kneeling to the ground, I grabbed one of the bodies and picked it up. I went to the weeping knight, who was screaming with tears in his eyes.
Looking at the body I carried, I brought it slowly to my face and took a bite out of the pale face. I specifically took the eyeballs and spat the blood and eyeballs at the not-so-noble knight's face.
Accompanied by pain, fear, and disgust. He glanced at me, and his remaining flame of bravery vanished in an instant. Replaced with pure terror from what he just witnessed.
"Now we're even."
I think it's time I ended this man's suffering. Steadying my arm and aiming for his heart, I pierced through his chest and crushed his heart.
Okay now that we're done with that! Let's proceed with the prologue from before I got here.
Let's travel back to the past!
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The story begins with a 12-year-old boy in his home... It was a decently sized contemporary home containing 2 rooms, one for his parent and one for him.
His family was part of the middle class in modern Europe. Now, you'd think that they of all people would have a healthy life, right? Well, YOU ARE DEAD WRONG!
It was falling apart very quickly. They're on the verge of splitting and going broke due to the father's gambling addiction, and although she's good at hiding it, the mother was seeing other men regularly.
The man was oblivious to it due to his lack of attentiveness to his wife. But very obvious to the 12-year-old boy who was observant and learned how to grasp his gut feeling when it comes to almost everything due to his parents' way of raising him.
His parents' way of raising him was through regular abuse. He found out about it through the internet that they were only bringing out their frustrations out on him.
Even knowing they were wrong, he did not dare to voice out his complaint. Knowing he'll only get absolutely beaten by them.
As a 12-year-old, he should be outside having fun and making friends. But for him, he learned how to tread carefully when speaking with other people. Whether they be strangers, acquaintances, relatives, or his parents.
The only comfort he found was not friends but entertainment: movies, series, novels, and games. It's not the best, but it was enough to keep him going out of bed.
It was enough to fuel him to keep going to school and study continuously to get out of the hellhole he calls home. He became an achiever through sheer effort and grit.
He used his parents as an example of what not to be like, and with that in mind, he continued to thrive as he always did.
But as he did what he always did. He never expected that something so ridiculous would happen to him.
As he was walking down the busy street, a man caught his eyes. He seemed like he came out of an anime, dazzling like a star and wearing nothing but medieval brown clothing.
The man entered an alley, and the boy followed him like a lost puppy that was being entertained.
It was dark with no visible light, unlike the street behind him, but yet he continued to walk.
It was already dark, but he did not stop. It was like he was enchanted by the mere existence of that man or is that thing even human? It was way too attractive to tell.
It was already too late when the golden eyed boy noticed that the light behind him had already disappeared for quite a while now.
Not knowing what happened, he walked back. However, he never came back. All that he found was an endless rift of darkness and blackness.
What was strange, however, was that the boy felt no fear. He felt as if he truly did belong there. He felt like it was his home, his natural habitat.
He did not feel hunger nor did he feel anything at all. All he did was exist, and that was it. What were mere hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years.
He did not do anything out of the ordinary, only continuing through the rifts of time and space in this unknown realm. But as the time went by, he grew bored.
So he soon started thinking of a way to entertain himself by thinking of ways to escape from this outrageous but comforting world. He decided to explore, and what he found out was that the space itself is reacting whenever he changes the weird feeling he has inside of him.
It felt empowering, but it also felt intoxicating and infinitely dangerous when utilizing it. He felt powerful, sure, but it was just as dangerous when wielding it.
But that did not suppress his curiosity, and it instead excited him to do various things and experiment with it.
He was always curious, and that was one of his innate natures ever since he was born. Although he always reminded himself to suppress his excitement, he was unable to do so.
The feeling of thrill managed to beat him to it and he decided to do an experiment.
Black energy, he's capable of wielding it as if it was part of his body. So he used it and absorbed it slowly while also carefully moving it inside of his body in a circular motion around his chest.
As he felt that something solid was forming inside of him, he slowed the pace down and cautiously spun the energy in various parts of his body.
Instead of just making a solid circle inside of his chest, he also formed a circular object in various parts of his body and those were his right and left chest, head, both his arms and both his knees.
It took him a while but he was able to form them successfully. As he celebrated with exhilaration, something unexpected happened.
A circular motion of white light began to form in front of him, and strangely, it seemed like the cores inside of him responded positively to this development.
'Did I do this? 'The boy thought to himself.
He was curious about where the light might lead him, so he entered it without an ounce of hesitation, disregarding the potential danger it offered.