How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
Noche sat up and grasped her chest as it rose and fell. She pulled her knees up to her head, hugged them, and closed her eyes. Scoping nearby sand, she let it fall from her palm over the course of a minute. Each grain blown away by the wind until it merged into that desert. When it had all blown away her head hit her knees.
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"Am I still too weak? I want to win – but I'm not ready to win at any cost," Noche mumbled. "I don't want to believe morals shackle me."
A nameless voice burst into laughter. "Be wary when fighting monsters."
Noche turned around, before her was a giant tar wall. It expanded to infinity in all directions – the voice originated from beyond this blackened void.
"That desert is what awaits you, if you are unwilling to commit any sin," it said. "If you're so afraid to go all out... Then why don't I do it for you?"
Narrowing her eyes, Noche stood up and took a step towards the tar wall.
"What are you saying?"
"If you want to win, you have to be willing to do anything... Sacrifice anything... Even murder," it said. "Are you really prepared to never fail again?"
Noche didn't respond.
"You're not... That's ok – I can do the hard things for you," it said. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you never fail again – and when the time comes to take responsibility, you can push the blame on me."
"I want to be good..." Noche said.
"But you want to win, so much more."
Noche looked away.
"It hurts. Being so close to your past... Yet unable to touch a single, orange hair on the person who holds it."
The blonde closed her eyes and tightened them shut.
"How far will you go, to keep your fear at bay?"
Noche didn't respond.
"How far will you go to avoid that desert?"
A hand made of pure tar emerged from the wall.
"I will carry your sins on the path to victory – you won't have to burden yourself with morality any longer," it said. "You can focus on winning. I will be your scapegoat... Do we have a deal?"
Noche's eyes opened bit by bit; they flickered towards the hand. Her gazed lingered there for an eternity. She looked away and frowned, but didn't close them.
"I just realized... I'm a really selfish person," Noche whispered.
