Mogeko Drabbles

Cursed Crimson [Vendetto]

WARNING: THIS INCLUDES SELF HARM. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO IT.

Takes place after the invasion of the Sea Kingdom.

Other Characters: Ver Million, Laurentia

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Vendetto's crimson eyes twitched in annoyance as he stormed over to his usual seat, next to the bartender.

"What happened? You're never late for our meetings." A brown haired demon, Ver, asked as she lazily twirled a glass of alcohol in her hand.

"Even if we did not get the full pay for our work, you don't need to be so upset." Laurentia smiled. Her bubblegum braids dangled behind her. The hem of her hakama lightly touched the floor.

Vendetto sat on the black leather-covered seat. "I met that stupid airhead again, but let's not talk about that." He muttered as he slammed his fist on the table.

Time passed as the three mercenaries chatted. Soon enough, the trio left the bar and split up.

...the stars twinkled and the moon shone in the midnight sky...

Vendetto walked aimlessly on a concrete path. He subconsciously stared at his bandaged hands. "Stupid airhead..." he muttered, hatred dripping in his voice. He gingerly grasped the dirty bandages and slowly began to unwrap them. His fingers waltzed, weaving in and out of the thin white strips. The dance went on, its tempo getting faster and faster, until it reached its crescendo.

With a flick of his fingers, the bandages came off. Hiding behind their white mask were red scales, the same hue as his eyes.

Vendetto screamed. How he hated his father's hands, incapable and useless. How he hated his own hands, just like his father's. He wished he could get rid of this curse. Hell, he couldn't even defeat a minor sea witch!

It had been so long, but today was the day... he would finally remove this plague.

He fished out a razor from his coat. Frenziedly scratching at his arms, small scales popped off and blood gushed out. The razor produced inhumane screeching noises as it plucked off the scales. Screams and shouts of unbearable pain escaped his mouth.

"What's the use? It will all grow back anyway."

Vendetto stopped his actions. His eyes were already welling up with tears, blurring his vision. His arms and blood all looked the same to him, red and messy. Was it worth the excruciating pain?

Voices filled up his mind, telling him different things. There were so many voices and they all fought to be heard. They grew louder, filling up his mind, till they were no longer distinguishable.

For the first time, Vendetto felt helpless. He always did everything without hesitation. Why? Why did he feel this way now? Silence reigned over him; the only thing he heard was the soft dripping of his blood. A crimson trial followed him as he walked aimlessly on the concrete path. His eyes void of emotion, reflecting the bright moon and stars.

No matter how hard the stars twinkled and the moon shone in the midnight sky, they could not help him.