"No one's coming to help you. Ever", her mother combed through her hair.She sat with her head down, as if she'd been caught in a snare."You were playing with that box again, weren't you? Haven't I told you I hate it when you mess with my things? How hard is it for you to understand?"She stayed silent. Her head was hurting. The mother was almost ripping her hair out.She lifted her eyes to look at the pretty box that was placed out of her reach. She had no toys to play with. The box was about the only thing she could admire in that house."You nameless child", her mother mocked her, like she usually did when she was angry, "You know why no one named you? Because you didn't deserve it. What good is it giving a name to a girl? What good is a girl, anyway? You can't go to war. Can't pull us out of this shit hole. Your existence is pointless."She was barely listening to her mother now. She was lost in thoughts of her own."You'll suffer here. Like I have. But don't worry, my love", the
"What're you up to, Seraph?", Chopper asked, taking a seat beside me.I myself had no clue what I was up to. Everything looked fine. Lady, the Valkyries, and Valhalla too."What happened to the letter?", I asked."What letter?"I didn't yet know where to place myself. I stayed silent."What's up with you, kid? You know I can tell that you fought someone", he scrutinized me.Even I didn't know that I had fought someone. I looked at myself. And though I didn't find any trace of being out of place, I realized that I was aching all over. I could tell I had gone all out. The remnants of Nasty's grip caused my body to hurt this much.I was sitting near Lady's bathing pool and Chopper had joined me. He'd never been here before. But most importantly, Lady didn't know we were here. If she found out, she'd have sent us on another grueling mission."Oi, kid, I'm talking to you. You good?"I think it was then that I lifted my gaze finally and looked at his face. At first it felt like I couldn't r
"You must have realized by now, Seraph, that there is indeed a way. But I suppose you are far too hesitant to take it", Grim said, casually.The sky looked nice and blue. He and I were in some place that I couldn't seem to recognize. He was lying in the most green, luscious grass in the history of grass and I was sitting just beside him under a tree.I found myself outside once again.To be honest, it had become hard to keep track of how many times I had done what I was trying to do. I thought that as long as the future kept moving forward, albeit slowly, I could reach the end. I'll just keep making sure everyone was alive until they were old and grey and died peacefully.But the idea was ridiculous when I thought about it long enough. For one, what if I died before them? It would all come to nothing. My life would have been a waste."Where do gods exist?", I asked Grim, simply because I had nothing to say."Everywhere you turn", he replied, "They're very good at hiding it.""I don't
"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
"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
"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
"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
"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