『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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This chapter is a full flashback.
88. Eve
Eve was twelve when he first killed a man.
Yes, you've read that right. No, you did not read that wrong.
Twelve and rebellious, in an isolated alley of somewhere, Russia maybe, Eve had turned a robber's knife against him and tore through the man's left eyeball.
Eve remembered that the man had screamed something Russian-- what he said, Eve hadn't a clue, he hadn't been learning Russian more than a week-- then the man yelled, howled in pain, contorted in agony, staggered, tripped and fell into the sewers.
Eve stood up, dusted the sand off his pants, picked up his bag, and simply walked away.
He didn't believe that it was time to scream and run in panic and fear. After all, the one that initiated a knife assault was the robber himself.
Why'd he hold a knife, if he was so scared of getting stabbed?
But hey, Eve found himself smiling, Seeing him writhe in pain like that was oddly satisfying.
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Later on, Eve settled in France with his younger siblings, left by their parents to presumably 'do as they please and lead a free life'.
Eve was anything but quiet and docile. Left alone as the new parent of his siblings, he took on his own view of what freedom represented, becoming a rebel; a punk; and a delinquent.
It didn't take too many years until Eve was scouted into a local street gang.
Donning the name 'Mera' for the colour of his role, he rose up in ranks fasted than anyone, and became feared as both the most influential and most powerful. Powerful, not in the factor of physical strength, but in the ability to obtain and abuse personal information.
He was the lowest of the low, and he like it that way.
Those years, he truly enjoyed himself.
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Eve's younger sister, Drew, was not quite the same.
Drew had the same yearn for freedom and rebel as Eve did, that much was true. However, Drew seemed to have a better grasp of 'humanity'. She was much more cheerful, spirited and full of life; she always wore that one, honest and pure, genuine smile that held her name.
She was full of those human emotions Eve was probably born without, and Zen seemed to agree.
The brothers held Drew dearer than any treasure; more sheltered than any turtle; and more precious than the greatest gem in the universe.
She was their little sunshine, and that was all that ever mattered.
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Eve found Zen caught up in a gangfight one day, and needless to say he was enraged. Not because Zen had taken out nearly fifty of the men, nor the fact that Zen was visibly stronger than anyone else in the gang.
