Reverie and Nightmares

19

Ryuga's View

The entire read was like reading a passage directly from the holy bible -an unholy bible - yet it was tainted and distraught in every sense of the word. The sounds that would've been the church bell to say it was around noon did not come as usual. No, they weren't even washed over.

It was straight-up removed, and it only made more sense since where we were was not the holy house of the lord.

The temptation to look behind to see Saki, or in this case, Saki Sally Alexander, stare at me with two-thirds of appearance clear as the day got a hold of me, yet she was not there. She'd removed herself from behind the pews and rested herself by them, almost as if she were in prayer.

The twins finally rested away from Saki's devilish embrace in a basket, almost like apples and oranges. Something compelled me to look closer at my daughter, my sweet daughter, who was probably close to a year old by this point.

(There was no way for me to know I wasn't there when my baby was born.)

The scar on her right cheek was similarly as deep as my right eye, and at this point, there was no reason to try to pry it open. The damn thing was far from ever healing, and no spell that I could ever read would be able to bring it back. Unless I would come to terms with the anti-being, Saki, and make a wish for my eye to finally open and pray that I'd get my vision back, but there was no saying on what kind of things I'd be risking in wishing.

Mikan was dead.

Her now fallen corpse is still lying on the ground as if she were sleeping on the floor after rolling over too much from bed. It was as if she were a princess from a Disney story. If I were to make a wish for my eye, I could end up losing my other or the function of my lower half. Or perhaps my twin children.

"Daughter," I muttered to myself. "Why did it have to be you... And why have I failed us all..."

Something gravitated me towards the ground, so my legs became jelly, and I kneeled, but not to kneel as if to worship Saki. I would never want to live the day that I would be so fucked up to honor a bastard like Saki. No, not her. Not after what she'd done to my life, what she'd done to my children, and how...

(She killed Mikan, oh lord, she killed Mikan, I can never forgive her for doing something like that, and I'd rather cut my fucking neck before I get on both knees in prayer for her.)

I wasn't even looking at Saki, but from the sound of her sadistic laughter, I was sure that her hand was close to her cheeks as if she was trying to hide it from me, but it didn't matter. The first chuckle was enough to pierce my heart in two.

"Oh, ho ho," Saki said. "Oh, ho ho."

With her wings that spread as far as a small business down in Kyoto, she flew as if it were nothing towards me, her lips chapping with sass.

"Have you finally finished it? You're a fast reader, boy. I know you are. I know just how much you've grown to love them. It wasn't a long read. You could help by expanding it."

"I don't want to. I'm... I'm not doing anything for you, Saki. I'm not. I'm not joining your brigade of evil. You're sick, even if you don't think of yourself as sick. You're still damn sick in the head. This doesn't make me feel any pity for you, Saki. It doesn't. I won't."

"Oh, how shameful... You do mean that. You do? You wouldn't even care to give me one last wish of yours? You know, you still need just one more to finish off your supply of dreams. You could ask for all the money in the world, and I will bind the rules to meet that. You could ask for world peace, and it will be met."

"Ha, the Antichrist wishing upon a human to ask for world peace? How fucking ironic. I didn't think that would even come out of your mouth. Perhaps I'm more of the devil here, Saki. You say you know me a lot and all that crap—Yada yada yada. But there's something you need to know about me. I don't believe in world peace. And I believe it less when I read that diary. When I finally got to understand you better."