The tragic lovers, nicknamed 'Double Eleven', was with only one left. The gruesome scene of blood and guts would be able to make any sane person vomit at the sheer brutality.
The young man could only look on in terror as his body was paralyzed and overtaken. His twin brother observed the scene from afar as his fiancé pinned his older brother down with a ecstatic expression.
Yes, her love was finally going to be realized. There was no moment more thrilling for a girl hopelessly in love than to have her feelings reciprocated.
Moments from before he'd met her flashed through his mind. That warmth that was irreplaceable to him. It was the point of continuation; this was the continuation of a long nightmare.
No matter how many minutes, hours, and days passed his brother's fiancé would not let him go. His body that was once used to embrace the only person worth living for in his life was now being defiled at every moment of the day.
The slapping sounds of flesh rung and the bodily liquids from the two stained the sheets. The woman on top of him once again leaned down to kiss him, cupping his face.
Her fair cheeks were painted with a pink hue either due to the strenuous activity or the extreme ecstasy she'd felt from it. Her blood rose colored eyes only reflected his face as they kissed.
His younger brother would occasionally come to check in on them with a bored expression. It seems like he didn't mind his fiancé cheating on him and using his elder brother as a sex slave; he only wondered when she'd tire of the activity and stop.
His gaze moved to the face of his older brother, his expression darkening. His once loosely crossed arms now showed the tightened grip before he clicked his tongue and walked away from the scene.
The young man could only wondered why this was happening to him. Why did he deserve such treatment from the people around him? Was it not his father that made a deal with a devil?
No, this situation was his fault. If he hadn't gotten close to anyone else then none of this would have happened. If he'd only followed his brother's orders more closely....
No tears would well up due from his mistake, no resistance was given due to his paralyzed body. This was his punishment from defying his family's orders, this was his punishment for falling in love.
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"Whaddya say yuh wer gonna do? Wadn't al' the missin' students runnin' 'way?"
"Haaah, sometimes I really wonder how you look so smart but are actually so dumb Hedrick~."
"The f*ck ya sayin*?!"
And once again Ainsley was hit on his head with a rolled up paper poster. It was good to let Hedrick hit him once in a while or else his partner would probably start graying faster than he already was.
He patted the place where he was hit, the spot beginning to swell due to the extra magic coated on it. Ainsley pouted as he began to explain the mission he was assigned to by the principal.
"There has been recent signs of demonic energy in the school according to Rodney. He can't concretely pinpoint where the source is due to his magic spreading thinning the exact details, but he could tell the mana of the missing students always disappearing after coming into contact with it. It's likely they aren't going 'missing' at all and are being killed by the thing."
Hedrick glanced at Ainsley from time to time as he worked on plastering the rolled up paper on the wall. While he didn't know much about how powerful Rodrick was he at least knew how powerful Ainsley was.
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In A Corner Of The World
FantasyReincarnated person here. Not a villain or a love interest or even a remotely interesting side character. Just a cardboard cut out of faceless NPCs in the background. The only thing notable about me is that I'm reincarnated, other than that my st...