"Wishing is a fool's game. It's for those who are looking to get hurt, it is for those who want to mourn and who crave something that can not be obtained. There is no use in wishing when everything is falling apart, there is no use in wishing when everything is said and done. So, do not waste your time in wishing, no, instead believe, hope, sacrifice, and dream. Those are what you must do, not wish."
"Wishing is for those who are weak. For those who are weak willed and have nothing else to do in their life. If you want to be one of them, then be our guest. BUT, do NOT come crawling back to us once you realize what you have done was wrong and was wrong in the sense of action to do. So, go ahead, go do what you want to do. We are not here to hold your hand."
"Wishing, what is even the meaning of the word? Dear child you did not need to tell us what you were doing, what you are up to. Your thoughts are enough to expose you and your flaws. You are not needed. Not now, not ever. You have betrayed us by wishing. Find yourself new allies, new givers, new patreons, find a person or people who will support your foolishness."
I looked to the other two, but they remained silent. They held a stone cold expression on their faces and from the beginning I should've known these people would've been useless from the beginning. I should've known none would support me. I should've known.
The left side of my lip creases in as I turn on my heels and take my leave from the grand room, a room they did not deserve. A room that I had made.
No one supports my endeavors. No one understands me and those who I thought had neutral standings...they abandoned me. They sicked their hounds on me. I was truly alone, now. I had no one. But, I didn't need anyone to finish what I started. I didn't need someone to approve my actions, words, or thoughts. All I ever truly needed was myself and my self assurance.
""All you ever needed was me, yet you abandoned me, you left me to the dust when I only ever tried to protect you, when all I ever did was love you. You betrayed me and now everyone is leaving you in the dust. How does it feel?""
The ghostly figure leans in close to me as she holds a look of curiosity and knowing on her face. She was sweet and innocent as ever, but her words were twisted in malice, anger, hatred. Yet, she said them so softly that it was like a soft touch to the cheek, a loving touch.
""Do you feel lost? Hurt? Betrayed? Do you feel confused? Because I had certainly felt all of those things as you shoved the knife into my stomach and pushed me on the bed and smothered me to death with a pillow to the face. It was like you wanted the last thing for me to see was not you, but in reality, in my perspective, in my last moments, you are the only thing I saw as the life in me left my body.""
I looked closely at the ghostly figure before looking away. A twitch of guilt fills my heart and I clench my fists tightly.
"I only did what I had to do. If I had to kill you again, I would."
When I face the ghostly figure when saying those words I find no expression on her face as I said those words. It was like I was looking at her dead corpse all over again. No matter what though, she still looked as stunning as ever.
""Then you did not love me.""
Before I could even utter a word I watched as a soft blue mist covered her form and in a blink of an eye she was gone. It was like she was never there to begin with, but she never was. Her body laid twenty-three under soil with a tree planted on top. She was left back in the realm from where she came from. Where she belonged.
What she said though, everything was true, all but the part of me not truly loving her. I loved her to my core, I loved her like I would not love any other. She was my world, my reality. She was my everything and I had killed her. I wanted to be the killer. I wanted to be the one to bring her life and death.
I look down to my hands and find them covered in blood as a shrill scream takes over my ears. I could hear the pleas and cries, I could hear the confusion. I hear the once soft murmur of a heart beat die off in the distance as I killed its host. It was like I was reliving the experience all over again.
But, this was for them, for her, for the family we were supposed to have. This is for them.
I clench my fists and I look up from my hands and instead look to the path ahead of me. It was narrow, yet long and it all but reminded me of the trail that I had to walk metaphorically.
My journey had already started and my enemies were only drawing closer and closer to me. They wanted me dead, but I would not die to a cause that was worthy of fixing and living. I will not let all of my hard work go to waste and ruin.
I prove all of those who have judged me wrong. I will prove to Death I was right, I will prove to all of the Satans I am not someone to be trampled with. I will prove to Deinahenous she was wrong to cage me away. I will prove them all wrong and I will be the one to be victorian, not them, not their ways, not their rules and laws. I will not let them win.
I was not Shauht, I was not Vinci, I was not their parents.
Their war was meaningless, mine holds so much meaning to it. They fought a war that would not change a thing, mine would change all realities. They fought a war of pettiness, mine is fought with grief.
But, I will give it to the two that even though their war meant nothing, their relationship meant everything. I remember visiting their realm and hearing about the war between celestials and the humans. I was interested and took a peek. Shauht had caught sight of me and dragged me into the war for a bit before I told him I couldn't fight his wars, that he had to fight his own and find his own true victory with the war he was fighting.
I don't know if he remembered me, or what I told him. It was a long time ago since I last saw him and in fact he was twelve years old.
So, many years had passed since then and the one I loved was gone, was gone and died by my own hands.
Oh, how things have changed.
And the game was only starting.
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Centuries Revenge (World Collisions) [#3]
AventuraAll was looking down for any and everyone as the field was covered in blood and corpses. There was only one person who fix it all, but would they?