Chapter 17: The letter of truth
Dear Brothers.
What I will tell you guys will shock you, but before you all get angry, I want to explain why. Maybe you guys already know, but our father is dead. How did I know? I know a lot more, but how did I know this?
I killed our father. Not the one in our dreams. I am talking about Ricardo Miller. Sorry for traumatizing you like that Belphegor. I owe you all an explanation and you all will get it.
One thing I troubled with was growing up. I know that we are small, but I am talking about mentally. It just felt that everything was going so fast. I did not know why this all happened but it made me angry. I always screamed to father, "what is wrong with me?!" His reaction always was, "nothing at all." When I asked mother, she answered, "what are you talking about? You are perfect." I had to accept it, because no matter how much I asked. They never told me the answer.
One time mother and father were fighting in the kitchen. They were yelling and screaming, which made me scream to. "You cannot keep this for them forever?!" mother yelled. "I have to! They are freaks!" dad yelled, but had not realized I was in the kitchen. "Who is they?" I asked. "Some people at work," dad said. "I can not lie with you anymore!" mother screamed. She picked her plant, a vase with her mother's ashes and she left the house... foregood. "Who is they!" I screamed out of anger. "Just some people at work," father answered. "Liar!" I stormed upsairs. First I blamed myself for mothers departure, but I soon realized it was fathers fault.
I knew something was wrong and that father was lying. So I tried some experiments. I wanted to confirm that everyone was going to fast. I could prove this to myself with wounds. I took a knife in the kitchen and cut myself in the arm. Sorry again Belphegor. I went to sleep and woke up with a bandage and a scar. Something was erased or never happened. But it was not like I slept for such a long time. Someone else must have controled me.
The next experiment was testing when it happen. We had to sleep early at all times or father would be very angry. This time I decided to stay awake. I had to train myself to fake sleep in front of someone first, because I always laughed when I tried to fake sleep. Why did I laugh? Because I thought it was funny and could not hold myself. Why did I think it was funny? Because I was wanted to prank my dad, but that was not the case this time. This was serious, so I just thought of nothing when he walked in. I aslo felt nothing for some reason. The same feeling when I cut myself... nothing. It was numbness. I did not like this feeling, but it became handy when I had to fake sleep and it worked. After my dad left I grabbed some pen and paper. My idea was to write the time every minute and see what happened. I was writing for four hours, that was how paranoid dad was. When I heard the 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 from the timeteller reaching the end of the fourth quarter, I was gone. I woke up in my bed and the paper was gone. I remembered the click so I knew we switched at exact midnight.
My next experiment was contact with my unconscious self (you my brothers). I wrote notes in the hope for a response, but my notes left every hiding spot with no reactions. Father must have found them. Sometimes my hiding spot was to good and I could found my note again, but no reaction. There is probably still a note in the curtain which nobody ever found. I can finally contact with you guys through this letter. I hope I will get a reaction.
I knew someone else controled my body and that my father tried to stop me at all cost. There was only one way to solve this. I had to ask father and he had to answer. He would never admit to his lies, so I had to force it out of him. Thats when I decided to use The Family Sword.
The forth quarter hitted what left me with six hours before the switch. Father guarded the sword at all times, so I had to distract him. I put the kitchen on fire. I used the stoves fire and made it look like an exident. Father panicked, because he could not use water magic. He ran to the near lake with a bucket to collect some water. This was my chance.
I ran upstaires to my fathers room. I grabbed a rock out of my pocket that I took earlier and slammed on the lock on the holster around three times until it broke. Such a cheap lock for such an expensive sword. I wonder where it is now.
When my father entered the kitchen, I waited for him to dove the fire and sprung behind him. He immediately went in defense mode and tried to calm me. I did not fall for him and his lies. I aimed my sword at him and asked for answers, I wanted the truth.
Ricardo finally told the truth... I hope. He told me he was once an adventurer who once entered Marklov. He was magicless, but he was famous for his swordskills. He was one of the best swordsman in Vloricus and was granted The Family Sword by the king of West Vloricus "King Grandon." No one ever left Marklov, except for him. He met our real father "The Crystal Dragon" and Ricardo would never get out of there alive. However The Crystal Dragon gave Ricardo a chance. He gave Ricardo a curse and a new face and name. He was never allowed to ever spoke of his old name or The Crystal Dragon would activate the curse. The curse would give him a painfull death. However this curse had two other ways of activation. If he died out of suicide the curse would make the death more painfull and if we ever died it would activate as well. The Crystal Dragon gave us to Ricardo and he had to raise us. Ricardo used The Family Sword to cut of our horns and moved to a house with nobody close to it. He hid us from everyone until he met Barbara, but Barbara found out very soon that we are a demon. Barbara cared for us until she could not take it anymore and left. He lied to us and did whatever he could to keep us hidden from the world.
I was angry that he told us nothing about us. I wish I could talk to my brothers earlier and that I knew I was a demon and could use all the magic types. I wanted to kill Ricardo. I think I did him a favor, because of me he was not killed by the curse, but by his own sword. The best death he could have wished for. I thought killing someone would make me traumatized for life, but I felt nothing... nothing at all.
Unfortunately the 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 from the timeteller sounded and Belphegor had to watch Ricardo's dead body. Again I am sorry.
But now I can finally write to you guys.
How are you all?
I am happy to write to you all.
What do you like to do?
I like to do exercises.
What do you like to eat?
I love steak.
What are all you nicknames?
Mine is Stan.
Do you guys have questions for me to?
I love to answer them.
I think I reached the end of the letter. I hope I can live these few days I live (because of the switch) with you my brothers. Let's not dissapoint our real father.
Hope I will get a lot of letters back Stan Miller.
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