"I want to see him", when those unexpected words escaped her lips, I felt that time stood still.Only the mischievous winds touched her then, in all her purity she stood there looking into worlds she had left behind.It was when Chopper had told Lady about Jean V.'s last message. She fell into a daze, staring into empty space like she so often used to. "That bastard...and I tried my best too", she said grinning, "He simply wouldn't join me, even after I'd succeeded in building everything. I kept insisting but he'd never even give me a reason. If he kept refusing me over and over again, then I'd finally submit and go back to him...is what he was thinking. He was being so stubborn, so I had to be more stubborn."Chopper sat smoking, all ears, but looking away, while I stood beside her listening just as closely as he was."But", she spoke after a slight pause, "If I hadn't been stubborn, I wonder..."And then she fell into a deep silence, staring emptily into the distance. As I looked a
I remember being dragged through the sea of endless snow while the blizzard froze all my senses. I could barely open my eyes but the warm touch of the soft skin on my face made me feel safe, as if I was being carried home. I had no idea who this kind person was, that was lugging me through all this cold, on a steep mountain that knew no beginning nor end.Her blonde hair tickled my neck, and though I could feel barely anything, her touch was like little fires, waking my dead body back to life. Her weak arms carried me without fail.When I opened my eyes again, I believe she had brought me to a cave. I think I smelled fire, but its hard to imagine a fire would have been possible in a place like this, when there was a blizzard outside. Perhaps I was just imagining what I wanted to see. I was just grateful for the warmth she was sharing with me. Her bare skin pressed against mine, and through my delirium, I wondered who this person was, so filled with kindness. No, it wasn't just kindne
"This is the strangest place I've ever seen!", Lubbock exclaimed as we walked down an empty road following the woman. Unlike him, my focus was solely on the slender figure that walked in front of me. I even forgot all about my aching body and walked behind her like I wasn't just about to get frozen to death. There was no snow or fog inside Agartha, yet it seemed even colder. There wasn't a single soul around, the only sound was the tip-top of our feet marching towards wherever it was she was leading us.On both sides of the road, tall stone houses stood erect, evidently vacant. I couldn't help thinking what a waste it was that no one dwelled in such homely looking houses anymore. Still, there wasn't much signs of an invasion in this area. I supposed not all of Agartha was a victim, the residents may just have left of their own accord.As my eyes began wandering around, taking in the emptiness of that city, I felt the cold wind piercing every pore of my skin, I felt my bones shiver. I
The next morning, as I woke up, I found the place a whole lot quieter and peaceful than last night. There wasn't anything to like about that peace. I slipped out of my warm bed, feeling the dry cold on my skin, as it made me sigh, I went downstairs.I had passed out before dinner last night and had to be roused up. To my dismay, it was the blandest stew in all existence and I'd rather have stayed asleep. I simply couldn't understand how the owner took so long to cook something that tasted this much like boiled water. I held my disappointment in and dined in silence before dozing off. I think it was Lubbock who carried me to my room and dumped me on my bed. I did sleep like a baby, so I was feeling quite refreshed now.As I went towards the bar where the owner was cleaning glasses all alone in silence, I noticed the lamp in the window had no light. "Mornin' son", he greeted me."Morning", I answered. The windows were fogged up and it was still rather early, so it wasn't exactly brigh
"Are you sure we should be going down this?", I asked nervously, as she traversed down the hill.I, for one, had no hope of finding anything that we could take back. Still, I had no choice but to follow her. She seemed rather spirited, especially for someone who hadn't had any luck in the whole last week she'd been hunting here. I bet she knew too that there was nothing here for us. She just stubbornly insisted on going to odd places. "We don't have to go that far, we're about to leave Agartha behind", I reminded her, for she seemed so lost as she progressed forward."Ah, are we?", she stopped and turned to face me, "Too bad, we can't afford to do that."There wasn't any reason we couldn't but she seemed to have her reasons. "Why are you going so far anyway?""I haven't had breakfast, I've at least got to find something I can eat."She could be really honest sometimes. "You're just saying...that you're hungry...?"She nodded earnestly. It almost made me crack up but to be honest, I
The sound of hurried footsteps arose, even in the snow, signaling her rushed arrival. The owner put down the last of his utensils that he'd been cleaning since the morning and awaited her entry through the wooden door which would be any moment now. It didn't take long for her to come crashing through the door.She flung the door open with a bang and stood huffing and sweating like a mad boar, her eyes open wide."Old man!", she forced her voice out, struggling to take in oxygen, "Lubbock...where's Lubbock?""Lubbock? Well, he left earlier this morning...to find you two.""Old man! Seraph...he...he fell down!", she was still gasping for air, "He fell down the crevasse! You have to come!"The owner hurriedly wiped his hand on a cloth, mumbling something under his breath."Where?", he quickly put on a coat and followed her outside."We were coming up that way", she pointed in a direction, "It just happened so quickly."She hurried back, with the owner in tow. The two were exhausted by th
"He's up", the shocked voice of a boy was the first thing that greeted me, "He's up! Mills!"The boy ran over to the door and kept calling out to someone."Mills! He's up! Mills!"This boy was the single loudest being I ever knew. He was ridiculously loud, I'd have woken up earlier if he'd been shouting like this."Mills!", I am sure the entire house shook with that boy's voice. Whoever this Mills was had to be dead if he wasn't already responding. "Mills! Hurry up! He's up! Mills!"Oh Lord, I thought to myself, why does this kid not just leave and drag this Mills out of his grave if he is so desperately needed here. By all means, I needed no assistance getting up. But the boy went on and on. Talk about a rude awakening, I never slept in late while I stayed there. "I hear you, calm down!"As it turns out, this Mills was very much alive, and I'd say very much deaf too if he was only now responding."He's up!""I heard you. Stop shouting!", Mills himself wasn't exactly a grown man bu
I've always found people who can admit they are wrong, admirable. It isn't about a single apology, or admitting your defeat in an argument. This is about the knowledge that you hold to yourself, the knowing of being on the wrong side of things. They don't try to justify themselves because they cannot change themselves. They don't intend to, because they've tried and they've failed. Their failure is sad, I'd say. I believe they find it sad too. They have an ingrained inability to conform, to change, to exist in the right. And any efforts to escape that part of themselves is futile.Although I never believed in seeing things in two dull shades of black and white, it seemed to me that I always lingered on the horizon of just these two shades. Perhaps because this is what I was always taught. Morals and ethics, laws and conforming to society, they were drilled into me right from the start. My father was a man like that, a strict, upright, unbending man. I always believed that my own stric
I would like to think to myself that this isn't the end. But seeing as her story went back to where it all started, I realized that my role wasn't saving her at all. I just made sure she'd continue to exist, eternally.In eternal suffering and forgetfulness and new encounters and the last times, in every world, she'll continue to exist.As for me, I couldn't bear to live in a world knowing she was somewhere out there, helpless and torn, just as she'd been when I first found her.When did I first find her?Who can say? I had always been talking about how I wished I'd met her sooner. In fact, I had always known her. Our existences were intertwined so much that I don't think either of us could just pull away and be happy all on our own without thinking of the other.After I'd returned Lady's power to her, I floated away in an empty space for an eternity. I was foolish enough to think that the sorrow would fade away one day. But no matter how long and far I floated away, the memory and th
It was the coldest I'd felt in ages, and there was an aching heaviness in my head that I simply couldn't seem to shake off no matter how much I walked. I don't know when, how, or why I was walking through the snow towards the top of some hill I didn't even know.For that matter, I didn't remember who I was, how I'd gotten there, or where I was going.And just like that, before I knew it, I had collapsed in a den of wolves. Luckily, it looked abandoned, so I didn't get eaten off right away. I figured it'd be a long, slow death. I found the idea of such a gentle death appealing, despite the fact that I was walking mindlessly just seconds ago.I must have passed out, for when I came to, I was stiff as a rock. And yet, I wasn't that cold anymore. I lifted my head to find myself covered in a bear pelt. Someone had been so kind as to cover me up. And yet, the pelt was rather old and shoddy. Who cared as long as it could keep me warm?I stood up, looking around, getting accustomed to my surr
"I didn't imagine we'd ever come to a crossroads such as this", I let out a puff of smoke, standing opposite her."But, as a matter of fact, I always had a feeling we would", Lady answered with her signature smirk."Sure, you did", I said sarcastically.It was surprising at first. But things made sense soon enough. Lady had sent all of us away on a mission. She'd isolated herself at Valhalla. Chopper had left of his own accord. She'd sent Sight to look for him. Deli had gone to see her children. And she bid Lubbock and June farewell. She'd even given her fur coat to June. Grim was on a mission, too. And I was looking for Jean V. to deliver her letter.It was all exactly as it had been back then. When I'd return from meeting Jean V., Lady would already be beyond saving. Back then, all I knew was that the person who sent her that blank letter was the one who came to kill her. I never ventured to find out much else.It all made sense now as I stood be
"Must you leave without fulfilling my wish, Seraph?"He had some guts to ask. I looked up at the red sky. There was nothing but barren, burnt land all around us."What else could you ask for?", I looked back at him."You look so old, Seraph", he chuckled, "What exactly did you give the others?"I looked behind me without answering his question. There was no one and nothing."What? It's a long story", I answered without looking at him."We've got time to kill", he grinned."I don't", I said, but went on to answer him anyway, "I gave everyone what they wanted.""Really?"I glared at him, "Yes, really, Grim. I took a fee, of course."He laughed."And what will you take from me?", he asked, grinning.I looked around and then rested my eyes on him."There's really nothing."He seemed to agree."So how'd you manage?""Well, Grim, you could almost call it travelling back through time. Though, it really isn't that. I split the worlds to create new ones. Time doesn't exist for me anymore. Ever
"I will take death in any way and form it comes to me, anywhere and anytime."That had to be the most brazen statement I'd heard. It took me a bit to take that statement in."You really have no special requests? If I can, I'd like to make it up to you", I sat down and stared at his bloodied face.He shook his head."Make up for what?", he asked.He didn't know me yet to call me "boy" but I suppose that's the way it had to be.I had become better at rewriting the reality. I could write quite far back in certain cases. For example, in Sight's case, I made it so he never met Lady and Chopper on the night he killed the prima donna, Czarna Dalia.Before meeting them he didn't know anything about what he'd been doing. He didn't know what an outcast was, even though he himself was an outcast. Ignorance is indeed the greatest of all blisses. And I thought for Sight, it had to be the biggest saving.Lady was right. People who see things differently are the most dangerous of all. Especially tho
"This isn't what I asked for, Seraph", she complained, fixing her glasses on her tiny nose."I don't get what the hell it is that you want exactly, June", I was beginning to get tired."You don't understand at all", she folded her arms."You're damn right, I don't. What kind of crazy a-""One thing.", she looked at me sternly, "One thing I'm asking for is a place to be happy. Not a mother, not a wife, not a hero, not any of the other things you're trying to come up with.""What'll make you happy, exactly?", I folded my arms and leaned against the wall of Valhalla.Everyone else was off to fend the red sky off. June had been left behind in a protective barrier.She fell silent."How about Lady? Isn't she your favorite?""I could care less about her", she answered, bluntly, "I hate her.""Huh?", I wasn't sure I'd her heard her right."She does everything on a whim. She claims to understand everything when rea
"They are waiting for you, Monsieur Lubbock", a dark woman poked her head into the dressing room, "It's almost time for the show."The bajillion young ladies that were powdering his nose scattered away.His face was pink with heat and he wore a long fancy coat. It almost looked odd on his somewhat small figure."I'll be right there", he answered, gussying up in the mirror."Aww, you're leaving already, Monsieur?", some of the girls came up to him.He chuckled modestly."What can I say? The life of the greatest singer in the world isn't so relaxing, my dears.""You might be the greatest singer, but Monsieur is also the life of all women's hearts", one of the cheekier ones commented.Lubbock laughed. He didn't try to hide how much he loved being pampered like this."I'm sorry, girls. My audience awaits!"Saying so, he shot out of the room and hurried towards the stage. Backstage was always heated just before his shows. He was the one star that every theater wanted to have. But he was a
"Do you blame me for mother's death, father?", she asked, placing the empty cup of tea on the little side table.Her father wasn't facing her. He was still locked up in his study, reclining on his chair and looking out of the window at some distance lands.She sat straight, with her back erect. The weight of her gown was enough to tire her but she was made up, as befitting of a noble. She had to look all the more perfect since she was visiting her home for the first time since her marriage."Blame you?", the lord of the house spoke in his grave voice after a while, "I simply don't think you were worth her death. Esme was a wise woman. A level headed, understanding, noble woman."Faye looked at her lap."You refuse to carry out the will of the house of Vlad. You'll go as far as to commit a heinous crime to that end. I'm disappointed beyond measure."Faye pursed her lips. No one but she herself had been hurt the most by what she'd done."Vlad was born to you twice. And yet, you ungratef
"Tell you what, Seraph, this one time, I met a girl and she had these enormous scars all over her arms and legs. I couldn't help noticing her, of course. When she told me she did it herself, I couldn't help it. I killed her then and there", he chuckled to himself, "I didn't want to do it, of course. Something just came over me. It wasn't that she told me she did it herself. It was how she said it. She was smiling.""I'm sure she wasn't smiling because she was happy", I answered, with a solemn look on my face."I'm sure of that too. I was sure of it back then too. That's probably why I killed her. But do you know how many people I've saved?"He looked at my face. I stayed silent."I've saved more people than I've killed. I've been counting since the beginning. I know, for sure, that my atonement is over. At least, it ought to be. But does it look like I'm still repenting?", he asked, smiling vaguely, knowing my answer."You do.""That's because I am. No matter how many I save...the ato