It hurts.
It really… really… hurts.
The other Kadens live in fear of becoming me.
I am the strongest of the bunch. I can take more than all of them. I have suffered more than all of them, yet still, have come out on top.
And yet… heh… And yet I’m the only one who’s going to die.
Before I go on, I should probably explain Light and Dark. When it comes to weapons, it’s more complex than you think your conventional guns and swords go. Your soul needs to have a certain balance for you to use it properly, let alone unleash its full potential. For example, an amulet that allows you to summon a bow of pure light requires a soul that has at least 80% light, while a scythe that can kill without leaving a scratch requires a soul of at least 83% dark.
When it comes to people, Light and Dark determine your humanity. They also in extent have an effect on what you feel. The Lighter your soul is, the more humane or divine you are, and you feel more emotions, though to a certain extent. The Darker your soul, the more inhumane or satanic you are, and you feel fewer emotions, but they are extremely powerful. The only exceptions to this rule are the Shadowborne, who are beings of pure shadow, and thus have a 100% dark soul.
That being said, we’re Shadowborne. We can’t die natural deaths. Hell, we can’t even be killed by diseases or conventional weapons. Sure you can hurt us, with enough power maybe even maim us. But we can’t die in the ways other creatures can. There’s only one way you can kill us.
Pure Light. And unfortunately, I’ve got a whole lot inside of me, corroding me from the inside out. To others, this would only be a minor nuisance, but to us… It takes away the dark, our very life essence… I am doomed to die.
And it’s all thanks to her.
Rachel.
We got into a big fight, nothing out of the ordinary… Isaac and I were trying to take her down so she can stop fucking hunting me. And that bitch… heh… she did something she hadn’t done in any other universe. She shot an arrow made of pure light while I was trying to keep Isaac stable, and you know, not dead.
And she actually fucking hit me.
And unlike any other time she hit me, it got lodged in my heart, where it remains to this day.
I… Heh… I don’t want to die… I want to be there for my friends and family… I want to live… I want to be there… for her…
Heh… My biggest fear right now… it isn’t even death… It’s that she might watch me die… or even worse, watch me die in her arms…
Heh… I love her so much… I don’t want her to see me in pain…
All of this… the physical pain, the emotional and mental dread… knowing I might have to leave her…
It hurts.
It really… really… hurts.
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