He, who made you a princess

Chapter XXXI

~ for light to shine, there first needs to be darkness ~

     "What...?"

Why has he done the things that he's done?

One day, a god, who he doubts even to this day, is an actual god, came to him and claimed many unbelievable things. One of which struck him the most was this talk about fate.

Because Lucas did not believe in fate.

It was laughable to him to even listen to talks of fate, destiny, the future... He was born one day, to a noble household, gifted, or perhaps cursed with powers that made him a subject of people's fears. Even his own family.

His mother, his father, his siblings. Sometimes even himself. Yes, he sometimes feared himself. Because he could do anything he wanted. Because he had the power to be free.

So much power it bound him instead. To this thing called living. Everything was so stagnant. Each and every day was bland.

And then one day a man appeared before him and showed him that there were much more to life than just all its... dreariness.

He took that hand, at that time, because he didn't have much of a choice. And that was what led him to grip on it as tight as he did. Because he's always believed that he had choices.

As many as the stars in the skies.

After all, he could do anything.

Or so he thought. But being with this man who's become not only his master, but his father, also taught him that there were some things, no matter how powerful and gifted you were, you simply cannot do.

He was told that someday, he will for sure find out what those things were. And then his master chose to end his own life and he was left alone again, as if he was back to where he started.

It was a painful thing. He was the one person Lucas didn't want to go away.

Perhaps that was one of the things his master said that nobody can do anything about. Because he wanted him to stay, but Lucas could do nothing but watch him fade away. He was left with the feeling of longing, because you've been abandoned.

And then the world started losing its colors once again. Until the day when he's grown so tired of just watching the day so idly pass by.

Everything was pointless.

No, he was neither sad nor lonely at this point. It's just that...

Everything was pointless.

But there was also no reason to kill himself when there's no reason to die. It was more troublesome to commit to death rather than just embrace sleep.

He's tired.

So he slept. And he slept for a very, very long time. He didn't dream, he simply rested. For hundreds of years.

Yes. This was true for all of his split one thousand selves. All but one, his core.

But to this Lucas, who he woke up to was not a girl with blindingly blonde hair, but one whose head was brown like the Earth in which all creatures came from.

Again, he woke up to nothing but idle talk. A request for him to save. To spare.

Until that wretched god—

Until someone talked to him of fate once again. Of those things he's been told he'd find out.

And he laughed.

Because what in the hell is there that would even spark anything in his grayscale world?

The most, no— the only beautiful one he'll see, in all the years he's lived.