Prologue

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Blood, everywhere she looked, it was there and it calmed her. However, in a way it was almost upsetting. Why should her own blood be calming? Why was she so relaxed?

Everybody has questions that can't be answered, so why do people get so angry when they can't find an answer? Anger was strange to her, so were other emotions. She herself was strange.

A beauty, an angel and a devil, but don't all angels sin?

Her wounds bled, bruises piled upon another and yet she believed it was fine, dismissing it as if it was just another bug. She wasn't necessarily angry at the cause of her Injuries, more so intrigued.

With a slight groan, she stood up on her feet, walking with a smile on her face. Nobody, not even herself knows if that smile was real. In her case, she really didn't know anything but yet she knew everything. Trails of blood followed her every move and her eyes scanned for a seat which seemed to be a little difficult with her vision. A seat was so close and yet so far away, out of reach, out of her grasp, slowly slipping away until she fell. Once again, Eris had fallen, a queen's demise.

Her eyes met something that seemed like a bandage, it wasn't clear, nothing was but she so desperately ravaged for it. A first aid kit, exactly what she needed and with that, she opened it, tore it, broke it. With the little strength she had, she took out the disinfectant with a damp piece of cotton proceeding to dab it on her bleeding wounds.

The stinging feeling, the pain, the burning, it was so soothing, so peaceful. In due time, she was finished, done with the wounds and wrapped in neat bandages. It was a bit strange how neat they were for someone with blurry vision, pounding heart and an unstable pulse. However, Eris really was strange, a mystery that the world was so desperate to uncover.

With the peace of knowing her wounds were fine, in a sense that they were properly bandaged and the bleeding was slowly stopping, she closed her eyes. Her head subconsciously rested back on the counter. A wooden one that felt so soft due to her mind being out of place tonight.

The sweet peace of being unconscious engulfed her. There was a difference between unconsciousness and sleep, she hated sleep. It was a cruel, vile, disgusting thing that she had to do. It was the description of torture but unconsciousness was different. In that state there was nothing haunting her, disturbing her, disrupting her, devoid of nightmares, dreams, sadness, happiness. It was when she was truly empty and she craved that.

Hours has passed and her eyes blinked open; her whereabouts where strange, confusing to her but her vision was clear now. A hospital. However, it wasn't, it was simply a medical room in the mansion and seeing as she's been in there quite often a person would think she'd remember.

"What's the time?" Her voice came out soft, gentle almost. A simple look of curiosity on her face, so peaceful yet it sent chills down the nurse's spine. How strange. Nobody answered but eyes were directed to a clock, 2:46.
The time she usually has training so she stood up and left, completely ignoring the nurse's worried shouts to stay still.

The training ground was so peaceful to her, so evil, so beautiful. With the click of a button a ball fell in. Due to her reaction speed she kicked it mindlessly and yet the ball had made it's way into the net. Unfortunately, she got bored quite quickly so she increased the difficulty level, added bots yet it wasn't enough. She simply scored. There was not one time where it could even catch up, or obstruct her. The definition of perfect. It was draining, it was simple. So boring.

Her eyes scanning over to the ringing phone on the desk in which she sat at. She didn't want to look at it, she wanted to throw it out a window and have it crash into someone's car. She picked it up. 'Father', her heart dropped and her eyes rolled. It would be nice if she could just ignore it but consequences of her actions are always shit. Luckily, she wasn't an idiot and she clicked the green button.

"I have news for you, angel"

She rolled her eyes but instead decided to stay silent.

"You see, I found a letter addressed to you today. They're requesting your participation in a project. Now usually, I would reject this however there is a lot of money to be made. They've also agreed to continuously pay you or well me. So I accepted it, the letter will be delivered soon"

"What is this project, if I may ask?"

"Blue lock"



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