Chapitre 1: Prologue Entry : Mc¹ Sith
Sith felt a sharp pang of pain on his chest.
he nervously looked down and saw that he is impaled by a long knife, or was it a short sword?
he can't even make a scream for help other than a gurgle of blood as he felt his throat sliced.
he instinctively holds his neck desperately to prevent the inevitable despite the fact that he fully know he'll die from blood loss.
lethargy assaulted him, sapping his strength that seemed fast for his opinion, his eyes Instantly locked at the wine that stricken him when he drank it earlier.
out of desperation
he turned around only to see his friend- No... His Murderer... with Malevolent grin that he only saw at his enemies. plastered in his face.
He wanted to ask why but only blood came out as he fell into the ground...
he tried to make sense of everything as his vision blurred.
chest or specifically his upper body felt hot as if he caught a fever.
his eyes shook left to right and up n down.
And suddenly...
a thought struck him...
everything made sense now.
the frame-ups are complex and need a spy. spy enough that can enter into his surroundings unnoticed.
but he wouldn't have thought that it was his childhood friend though.
he was framed, accused and Proved (Frame-up) of Stealing Copyright that it was really his.
he was disowned by his parents because they're pride. ( Family business and as an Heir. he 'did' something that cannot be repaired. even with their Money and Connections. )
and Just as he was about to fix it. just little move of his part.
he was betrayed by no other than his friend... and for what? to be a stepping stone? personal grudge? or was it something else...
he heard murmuring voice above him. ( killer)
He can't decipher what it is but whatever it is... It doesn't matter...
he won't go down that easily... because he's going down with me...
'Im bringing you down with me!'
without hesitation...
he used all his strength to move his fingers beneath his clothes and an audible click echoed.
with his emergency distress call...
everything in the vicinity will be killed in detonation.
He put a switch inside his heart. he locked it for now but now that it's active.
as long his heart stopped beating. the Mansion will self destruct.
he already expected that if he won't survive.
he's gonna die with his research and no one will get a hold of it...
The lighting around me turned red as I inwardly smirked in defiance.
Inhale... Exhale...
My breathing creates bubbles in my puddle of blood.
My sense of hearing dulled along with my sense of pain.
my fingers gave a last twitch as my breathing hitched.
darkness finally embraced me as I felt my body cold. heavy. and floaty.
it's like he was trapped under the ocean.
his hearing isn't much different other than being hindered by the cold seawater.
'Was this death?'
it's a good thing he's not religious or he would be very disappointed.
there was once a theory that death is just a black void.
1st you get a lucid dream with 50% or so sensitivity on your 5 senses...
2nd the lucid dream must be something you must be heavily attached with.
3rd mostly it must be wavy or bizarre.
4th after 10 minutes... everything will turn black and your brain would cease functioning.
he dismissed the idea that he was at least attached of being drowned below the ocean.
but to be honest?
everything is completely right...
the sight of near darkness...
the cold/lukewarm water wet him...
the weightlessness...
It...
was...
comfortable...
all that struggle of survival...
all that hard work.
ALL that desperation...
was honestly-
"Tiring..."
in the end, It didn't matter if he's dead or alive... he just felt... exhausted...
smiling he does... he contemplates the last of his memories with his love one... or more specifically... his pet... his lovely Shih Tzu...
ohhhh that lovable mutt...
he laughed, but not a fun one that people expect...
It was hollow filled with bitter coldness.
his star... his hopes and dreams... the lucky star of his life that shines throughout his dark life...
so he named it Star. short for Moon star.
oh, he was being filled with nostalgia...
but the thought of him dying in old age made him cry for the last time...
His family doesn't care at him except him being a replaceable puppet.
His best friend betrayed him due too greed and envy.
Humanity is biased scum that only knows how to nag about life.
And Human Rights are nothing but bullshit. Racism still exists along with the brutal hierarchy.
and many more...
humanity basically represents the 7 sins.
sometimes he felt that Animals are more human than humanity.
at least the Animals are genuinely sincere.
they hunt to feed themselves with the young.
they care for their kins and cubs...
they sympathize with other creatures...
and sometimes they free their prey out of empathy...
and his Star... oh his lovely shining star... filled him with love... love that he didn't Experience during his childhood...
and before he noticed.
his Red eyes are already streaming with tears as he cried and cried...
He was tired...
and UTTERLY disgust of humanity...
Some may say he's a psychopath. with no regard for modern morality and sympathy with human beings.
he also kills before. true that he kills. he won't deny that.
but unlike them... he didn't try to deny or hide it. in fact proud of it.
because even a pure human heart hides a dark side of 'em.
liars... a lot of them...
they took everything from him.
so who says that HE isn't supposed to take something from them?
he just wishes he had another chance...
chance to cleanse HIS earth.
after all... who would miss such parasites?
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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