Reign of Discord

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Dressed in haggard pieces of clothing hanging lazily on his skinny bones, Jayce sat. His stomach made an inhuman noise and he turned his head towards a collective disposal bin on the corner of the street.

He despised being seen taking rotten remains from there and forcing them down his throat, disgusted. The mere thought of taking such action made his stomach revolt once more, and he knew he had no choice but to jump in the skin of a thief.

Keeping in mind his survival made the decision somehow morally acceptable for him, and he stood up in his frail state to execute the task. He would need to steal something from the market or he would die. Thinking this way made the immoral actions more acceptable to him.

But that acceptance vanished far too quick. He couldn't explain it...something inside him just wished to be seen as a good person, so guilt ran in his veins when he stole. Even though already, so many people had separated his being from a moral one, all too harshly.

This was mostly due to Naomi talking to folks around town...she always only told them only one thing about Jayce, and then no one would speak to him again, armed with the dangerous secret. Jayce wondered what made people see him like a killer. But then he learned the truth, and almost wished he hadn't known.

The truth of it all was that Jayce was a killer. He didn't know it at the time, but all the months he spent growing in the womb of his mother, he was killing her. From the inside she was being drained of all life, and the moment he was born, there was no life left in her. A life for a life, so to speak. And he would never forget it was all his fault.

His life would have been a good one...if he never existed at all. His mere birth made him a killer, a monster: as he killed his mother the moment he was born, with all the evil inside him.

"A demon...your horror was what killed Halimeda. Her soul was slaughtered by your sinister being." Naomi told Jayce, and Jayce never forgot that. His entire life revolved around his first seconds in the world. Jayce saw this as unfair. Everyone else saw is as sensible.

But what they didn't understand was how such a lovely person as Halimeda was replaced by a killer like Jayce. Halimeda, he had heard, had a lovely smile. She was a light in everyone's eyes, known and loved by all. Those who knew her would say how her laugh was unlike any other. It was gentle, and contagious, her happiness radiating off of her in a form that brought a smile to other's faces. Not only that, but she was wise beyond her years.

How Halimeda and Damek had met was a mystery to Jayce. Jayce wondered as to why such a wonderful person could love a monster like Damek. But he came to assume that Damek had once been wonderful too. It was hard to imagine the Damek who beats him, curses at him, and looks at him like a monster...to be a loving, caring dad.

Dad. Jayce never once used that word when referring to Damek. If Damek had ever wanted to earn his "son's" love, perhaps he should have been less harsh, less hateful, less...like himself. And Naomi was no different. Naomi was no longer a sister to him, only a horrid person who hated him for a reason he could not fathom. So Jayce Terrance had become simply Jayce. The memory of the surname only hurt him, and he didn't want anything of it. 

A/N This is dedicated to Zlatan because you're just awesome and you totally helped me a ton when I was writing Kirna's. :D hope  you all enjoyed this section, ciao and happy reading !