𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍│[M!Reader x Highschool DxD - Jeanne D'arc/ Jalter]

-[S.1]-[C.13]-> [Struggle, Swordsman]

   [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

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The raindrops felt like arrows on his back.

Even though he had that armor, that damn, cursed, and evil armor, around his body, he still felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. Each time that a drop of the rain hit his skin, it felt like an arrow piercing his body. Over and over again, as he was able to do nothing, but to continue limping. His sword, that behemoth of a "blade" that looked more like a club with sharp edges, weakly dragged along the dirt parth.

Why?

Leaving behind a clear trail as he continued to move forward in this seemingly-infinite road that he followed. Even if one were present to look at his face, they would see nothing more than just clear confusion, and sorrow. But even if a dragon was placed in front of him, he probably would still not have seen it. His right eye, the one that remained, was barely open as he continued his journey, lost deeply into his thoughts.

Why did this happen?

His throat burned with the dehydration that he felt. His muscles, once as hard as steel, and capable of swinging that sword for days nonstop, now sore and pained. His bones cracked, at the point of shattering. And as the rain continued, it wasn't long before the man fell on his knees. His right eye slowly closed before he fell with his cheek against the mud beneath him. His eye, slowly, but surely, beginning to close.

Was it all his fault...?

If he had noticed it any sooner, could he have done anything about it? The reason why his entire world came crashing down once he reached the peak, was it truly all because of him? The pain didn't matter anymore, as it wasn't nearly as strong as the memories, the sorrow, and the regret that flowed through his mind. His face still lying against the dirt / mud as his eye remained there, much like the rest of his entire body.

His mind could only think about them.

He wondered... If he had known sooner, could he have done anything about it? Even if it meant killing the man he once called his brother before he could turn into the MONSTER that he had become. He could only think about how it all was his fault for not noticing how he stared at her. At them. He knew that he didn't want to, and his intentions were good. But why? Why did it all need to be like this? Was it his fault?

Why couldn't he do anything right?

If only he had noticed the monster lurking in the shadows, perhaps then he could have done something about it. But he didn't, and he knew that it was all his fault, again. His fist clenched, and he gripped the dirt and the mud beneath him as his teeth clenched. His eyes watering as the tears threaten to flow down his face and cheeks.

Was it perhaps a curse by God?

Why did he need to struggle so much? What did he do to make God, if he was even real, mad at him? Did he not carry out every single one of his orders, side-to-side with the Maiden? Did he not do everything that he was tasked, always succeeding on doing so? If that was the case, then how come he was still cursed by God, if he did everything he was told to do? But that's when his mind drifted back to all of it.