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2ɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ (๑˘ꇴ˘๑)
Your head was spinning at a million miles an hour. All these memories came crashing into your mind by the second.
By the time you collected your thoughts, your face was wet with tears that silently fell.
All this time people treated you like the perfect saint, when you were the complete opposite.
You were a murderer. A filthy murderer.
Once a demon, always a demon. You ate your father and practically ravaged your mother. What kind of angel does something so cruel?
You silently sobbed as you desperately tried to rub off the blood and tears that stained your body but it was pointless. How could you go back to normal after learning the truth?
You should've died when Uncle Nemu stabbed you in that box, you should've die in the sunlight along with Uncle Kyo, you should've—
A feeling of alert came over you.
You slowly turned and an imaginary string could be seen attached to the point that connected your neck to your head.
In seconds, you summoned your ice sword (you were not glad to see that thing) and used it to block the point where the string was coming from. Just as you did, a twisted nichirin blade connected harshly with your own.
"I'm surprised you could sense that." A cruel voice spat from above you.
The stranger pushed his twisted blade harder against your sword. You held your sword with a shaky but firm grip as you tried to push him away.
In the midst of your small struggle, you caught sight of his bright heterochromic eyes— one yellow and one turquoise.
He advanced further with more strength than you could ever compete with, you pulled back landed away from him. The two of you at a standstill with your swords raised.
You used this opportunity to scan the rest of this individual. He had badly chopped black hair of varying lengths, his sharp heterochromic eyes glared daggers into your shaking soul, his lower face wrapped with pure white bandages which reminded you of how you used to look.
There was a snake on his shoulders too, which would've seemed pretty cool if he wasn't trying to chop you up moments earlier.
The snake was the key that opened your memory. This man was Uncle Obanai and his snake was Kaburamura (you couldn't say his full name say you just called him Kabu.)
