Finally Home

Careless

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It's been so many years, thousands. And I'm still here, destined to remain a watcher of this world, focusing on trivialities, ephemeral matters that hold not the slightless importance: riches, beauty... love—being the last one, the most ridiculous, the most overrated. People spent their whole life looking for that one true love, one true match... that one true mate. What's that even mean? Thinking that such a thing exists is too naive. Trust me, I've been around for more than twelve thousand years now, a millennium filled with the same cycle, same ideas, same beliefs. I've seen people, born to love, live to love, fight for love, die for love. And yet here I am, the only thing that has accompanied me through all these years is loneliness. What is it with me? Did somebody forget to write something somewhere that said that I have somebody made for me too? That somebody was entitled to the ability to fulfill my deepest desires and needs? The idea of inducing myself into a deep sleep came to my mind, as a strong wind slightly shakes my body while I watch the valley from the top of a hill. The rage was trying to control me, but finally, sadness and loneliness overcame it. The resignation was my punishment.

It's not that my life has been horrible, I've met men, and spent time with them, but none of them has been able to win me over the idea of being just temporary entertainment. No matter how much I thought they were The One, they would eventually die and I would have been left alone one more time. I've seen the Cap first, a fixation growing in my brain. Until I realized that it was my turn to look from far while Sisi walked by his side, holding her in his heart. Born and died a thousand times but they were meant for each other. Until they finally get to be together. Diane has King, Gowther his heart back, and his curiosity, and that was enough. Escanor delighted in my presence even if for me it wasn't like that, that was also enough for him, until his last breath. But it was hard for me to pretend something that wasn't true, he didn't deserve it. Now, thinking back, he would have been a better option than being alone, but in the end, I would have been alone still. And then there's Ban. That annoying cocky undead. Who move heaven and earth to find a way to revive a love that has remained dead even after rising from the dead. After all his efforts two thousand years later, they realized it was just an obsession with late glories, the world has changed so much and so have they. He was so focused on her that he missed life. Even for an immortal, that was hard to understand. I mean, he has all the time in the world. And so does she, they thought. They decide to split, hundreds of years pass and they learn to enjoy life. For the first time, she saw an amazing world and her heart fell in love with it. Until one night. Little did we know that the illusion of love and life with Ban was what kept her awake, the moment they stopped loving each other the same way that illusion broke up in pieces. Elaine has fallen asleep and never woken up, her tiny precious body enclosed in a diamond capsule. With a sweet and complacent expression that shows no regret, like an angel. She was hidden by the fairies and the giants somewhere secret to ensure she will rest peacefully.

Ban has been in accord with the events as soon as he saw her face. Sad, but not heartbroken. But still, sad. I could feel it the moment I finished casting a sealing spell on the coffin.

When Ban passed by, slightly brushing my arm I felt his sadness. But I've also felt something else, something that I've never felt before, something I couldn't identify. Something that got me a bit confused, and startled for a moment. Our eyes met for a few seconds, making me think he felt it too. But as he kept walking the feeling abandoned my body like a soft ocean wave retrieving back to its owner. After that we split again, there was no need for us anymore. We have earned the right to live our lives in whatever way we wanted to. We were free, whatever that means.

Images of Ban in the heat of the battle came to my mind, his body all sweaty, and tense, the way he regenerates was always fascinating. I always keep an eye on him. An observer of his every move, after being ripped apart in battle, and then seeing him, with his usually cockyness and mortifying attitude around us. But his eyes were full of joy whenever he got to prepare any meal at the tavern. His scent was also intriguing, he smells musky and virile, but fresh like an old mystical forest. I thought about the source of his immortality, his force. My thoughts started to drift around his body, tight and strong, all muscles but with a brain filled with keen instincts, his bloody eyes, his fine lips, his sharp tongue, his fangs... I jolted in disbelief, my body was reacting to... Ban?

No way! I shake the thoughts saying that I was just sensitive, and tired, I wasn't thinking clearly. Ban likes tender, soft girls, like sweet Elaine. Shy, simple, composed, perfect for him to overpower all the time, submissive all the time. Quiet, fragile for him to protect. A total damsel in distress. I wasn't his type. Moreover, it has been more than 4 thousand years since the last time I saw him, and not even once did any of us look for each other, nor look at each other in that way. I couldn't care less about him and his fixation with the fairy angel, nor his strawberry feelings. He was a softy for that shit. No! I couldn't care less about him at all. I would find relief with a fairly satisfying man and do the usual drill. It was simple, no strings attached, and I didn't need anybody to remember my face or name. In this era, it was too easy to blow up my cover. I've lived peacefully until technology hit its peak. Now being extremely discreet was a must. If people knew about me and my powers, and my long life, I would have started a modern-day witch hunt. But sometimes being by myself could interrupt my sanity. I didn't want to think about Ban and his life; about finding anybody, about Love. Fuck everything, I was alone, and I was okay that way. I would go to that same place, find that same guy I've made my pet for a while, try my best to be satisfied, and keep on going.

"I'm ok!" I breathed out and with the snap of my fingers, I was back at my place. 

In all my years I was able to store endless wealth, I would not need to work a single day in more than hundreds of human long lives. I got used to the world's changes, technology, and science. I lifted my phone and texted my new pet, Marcus. He was what most women would call a stud. Well-built body, sun-kissed skin, tight muscles, a fairly handsome face, dark eyes, deep dark lashes, and a nice tool between his legs. He has good stamina, fair to at least make me cum 2 times in one night. Not much, but at least it was something. I knew it wasn't him, it was me. I was the problem, I always wanted more. I would eat him up on the couch, and make him eat me up until I cum. He will rejoice in his accomplishment and after about 15 to 20 minutes he will start over and do his best to make me cum while I ride him on that same couch. He always asks why I would never let him fuck me in my bed. I will always say the same thing, "Oh my room is too messy, we will next time." Who cares, he will wake up tomorrow morning with sore muscles, thinking he just overdid his workout at the gym. I slightly grin with a hint of bitterness about what my life has become. I live in a two-story penthouse, in a simple but pretty clean city close to the sea. I was the owner of the whole island, I've learned how to create a system to make everybody never suspect me, or tried to dig into my past. I learned how to be invisible. The original families will manage all aspects of the island without even knowing they worked for me. But I was in control, as always.

A beep on my phone let me know Marcus was up and ready for tonight. I completed a workout, something I found very relaxing recently, and took a shower, before heading out to "Sinners". Yes, I guess it was too tempting not to. I chuckle and greet my uber driver, looking at the lively and joyful scenery on my way to my monotone cycle. "Sinners" was as full as ever. People enjoyed the place, the food, the music, and the drinks were always the best. I've found a way to recreate the Bernia Ale that my comrades and friends love to drink and people loved it. I found Marcus sitting at the farthest table at the bar, as always. We kissed each other's cheeks, and chatted a bit, he was flirty as usual. Dance a bit, like usual. Have some drinks, as usual, and leave at 12:30 am, also as usual. I needed to structure myself to be able to bear with it. I knew it wasn't fair for him but at the moment that wasn't important. We arrived at my apartment; Marcus was a little tipsy, as usual. I leave my keys on the table and get to it, I didn't intend to keep him with me for more than needed. I knew how much I was going to get from him. As usual. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Marcus started kissing my lips and then down my neck, groping my ass and rushing to get me undressed. He wasn't sloppy but it wasn't the most skillful foreplay, for my taste that is. Any other woman would have been thrilled. My short dress was rolled up to my waist while he kept rubbing and squeezing my thighs, and kissing my neck. Out of nowhere, I felt a weird sensation crawling up my spine. I became rigid, still. I snapped my fingers, and just like that Marcus was gone.

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This is the first chapter of my forever ship. My baby and my love, my MerxBan story. It is almost done but I'll upload a bunch of chapters for your enjoyment.

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