Beauty And Her Obsessors

Chapter 25: My life without you

(Anime: Oshi No Ko)

WARNING: This chapter includes obsession, psycho- all yandere themes, so be cautions before reading.

Lucas POV 

(FROM PAST LIFE)

From the moment I entered this world, my life became entwined with nothing but misery. I was born into the most despised faction of orcs known as ferals, notorious for their bloodshed and the abduction of females. I, myself, a snake beastmen born as a feral. From then until now, nothing about me has changed.

While some orcs undergo a complete transformation for the better, driven by love or personal goals, change remains impossible for me.

Despite my attempts to distance myself from the past, I find that I am still staying to it. When I look at myself, I see a haunting reflection of the feral responsible for kidnapping the very woman unfortunate enough to give birth to me. My "father" had turned into a feral due to abandonment. 

In the first few days of my existence, I was the first to hatch. I recall witnessing numerous eggs scattered across a vast cave, belonging to my litter mates. However, within moments, those vulnerable eggs diminished one by one.

My eyes saw an enraged black-haired female, unmistakably my "mother," ruthlessly stomping and smashing the very eggs she had given birth to. Her eyes glowed with fury as she continued to destroy the offspring she had brought into the world. It seemed as though her relentless desire to kill her own children knew no bounds.

In the end, the consequences of her actions ultimately led to her demise. Her screams and sobs intertwined as the male entered— the very one who had kidnapped her and now tore her apart in a fit of anger for what she had done. All that remained were her blood and flesh on the floor, resembling discarded trash.

Contrary to popular saying, like father like son, male orcs are raised to bear a striking resemblance to their fathers. Similar to my "father," I am an exact replica of him, sharing the same face and hair color.

However, the distinction lies in the fact that I am not like him; I will never be like him. I am not weak. I was born strong since I emerged as the sole survivor among hundreds in the litter.

Yet, the natural strength I possessed came at a significant cost to my sanity. As I matured, I inched closer to becoming a wild feral.

Upon reaching maturity, the very first action I took was to kill my "father." Years of pent-up resentment, fueled by the actions he caused. He had transformed me just like him—cold-blooded and ruthless.

Was it all his fault?

Well.. no it was half his fault.

Being born as a snake beastman automatically caused me to turn feral—not the wild, crazy ferals, but a cold-blooded feral. After his death, I laughed in joy at the sight of his body torn to pieces. He deserved it. That was the very day my sanity snapped its last string.

I always wondered why the fuck was I was born. What's the point?

No matter how many times I explore this world, nothing piques my interest. The world I see is only filled with creatures wanting to tear each other apart. The tribes I encountered only regarded me with the same look of hatred and disgust on their faces.

Even if I destroy every single tribe I encounter to pieces, nothing seems to excite me. For years, I wandered across the continent, searching and searching.

For what?

Absolutely nothing! Over the years of searching I have found fucking nothing.