Hello again. Welcome to my story. My past. The lie I left.
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You are seeing my childhood now. Now let's sit and watch.
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"Hello." Scythe was approached by a mysterious stick figure. He looked up at him. The mysterious figure saw sorrow in his eyes.
"Who might you be, sir?" Scythe replied.
"What happened to you, young boy?" The figure ignored Scythe's question.
"Answer my-" Scythe was interrupted with a punch in the stomach.
"You are the son of a demon, you just didn't know." Scythe fell unconscious.
The black figure dragged him across the alley. Scythe's body, bleeding from all the glass on the ground. After a staggering 5 minutes of painful dragging, the figure stopped. The figure opened up a door in front of him, revealing a dark room with a chair on the middle and a light bulb on top of the ceiling. Scythe carried and dropped on the chair before the figure started restraining him with ropes.
With a fist into the face, Scythe woke up.
"I hunt demons. You are a demon. I hunt you." The figure whispered unto Scythe's ear. His eyes widened.
"Don't!" Scythe abruptly shouted at the figure.
A silhouette of what seems to be a sword was raised highly by the figure. Scythe. It's not a sword but a scythe. The word "scythe" opened a thought into his head. Scythe, his name. Scythe, his weapon. Scythe, the joy of creation. With a smile carved into Scythe's face, he banged his head unto the figure's chest. While the figure got knocked on the ground, Scythe used the opportunity to grab the scythe with his mouth. He buried the blade of the scythe into the figure's heart, killing him instantly. He used the scythe again to cut the ropes that restrains him. He left the room, all bloody. A random person stumbled upon the him. The face of Scythe is the last thing he ever saw.
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That's how I became a mass murderer, my friend. I am the reason of the death of hundreds, maybe thousands. Now, should you choose to go back into the world by yourself, or allow me to come with you? I want to see the world again with my eyes.
You decide.
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My World, Not Yours (RHG Scythe) (Scythe vs. Reader)
Ficción GeneralAre demons bad? Yes, they are all. Enter the story of Scythe, a demon banished from all dimension except for his own world. Should you enter this world, you shall know his past. The lie he lived in.
