Robot Akame Ga Kill!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Kill the Crazy Nut Job

The evening hit the Empire when the sun slid down the horizon, the now and lonely Seryu was in her room slightly calmer than the days previous. Word had gotten out that Dr. Stylish had been defeated... rumours of his death started circulating like wildfire. Esdeath tried all that she could to tame the beast within this girl. But all she could do was delay the inevitable.

Korro lied with his master, as Seryu stared at the ceiling with a blank look. The hatred for the Revolutionary Army, the hatred for Night Raid was eclipsed by the absolute rage she felt against one man... Braedey Martin. This was the man who humiliated her and her pet on multiple occasions. And she was blank of all thought. She was no longer seeing red. Her sight was black. Her sanity was beyond moot. Her heartbeat thumped like an out-of-control roadrunner on speed trying to break out of a glass bullet-proof box. Her eyes shook. Her mouth was numb, and her hands tingled. She felt nothing from her hand sot her toes. She lied up on her bed like a motionless plank.

Her sanity was in a coma.

Her mind was numb.

Her face cracked with pure acrimony.

Resentment.

Anger.

Black.

Her emotions were replaced by the definition of a moot moral obligation for justice to just pure, extreme rancor. Rancorous hatred, rancorous prejudice-rancorous feels. She was not human. No human being, even the ones who we defined as far gone, had not dropped so far down the cliff than Seryu. Korro was taken aback when Seryu, his master, groaned.

"She does not fucking understand my hatred for that fuck." She whispered in a dark, venomous tone so soft and innocent, but stung like myriads of honeybees stinging her at once. "Braedey Martin and his ilk are terrorists beyond civilised definitions. Esdeath, a great of a General as she is, is ignorant and stupid for her own good. She underestimated him. And for that, had she killed him rather than sit down like a good little puppy dog, Dr. Stylish would be alive. But nope. She let him live. There was no word on the Emperor—I mean she did... but she did not argue her point. She's a bitch. She could kill all of Night Raid, but in my eyes, she would always be a bitch. Braedey Martin killed my parents. Braedey Martin killed my Doctor. He killed innocent people. And all... she... could... do... is offer me empty promises. Empty vessels. Like pirates on their endless voyage. She's no leader — not even a competent one. She is a tool of the Braedey Transformer Machine!"

There was a knock on the door. "Seryu? Are you okay in there?" Wave barged in without no regard for her permission. He hurried in worried about her. She had not seen sunlight for the past 3 days.

Seryu did not say anything. She was dead on the bed.

"Seryu?"

"Wave?" Seryu responded.

"Oh." Wave was relieved. "I'm glad you're okay. Esdeath..."

"Okay? Wave, please define 'okay'?" Seryu asked innocently. "Does it has a definition where you want to die?"

"Uh..."

"Because that is the feeling I have right now... dying, but not in a mortality sense. Life is just an illusion, an illusion where it can fade over time. A mirage as it seems. And before you know it, you're back to reality. And what is reality?"

"Um..."

"Death. Death is reality. Death is the cycle the world runs on, and everyone should follow it. It's the law of actualities. The constitution of infinite existence on this Earth. It is so powerful that those who defy such laws die without question. Your name and your existence would be nothing but fiddle. Your life is worthless — until one day that one man who defies all logic comes into existence to shit on our constitution. He is the threat of our status quo. Compared to Night Raid... they are Imperial Officers compared to that man." She finished.