บท 143: No beauty at all

{Remenisance}

Some people can remember many things from their youth. Me? Meh, I am the type that has a convenient memory. Like, I would remember when I want to and forget those useless things.

Someone like me has to...how long exactly have I been in existence? Ah right, a few billion Gaia years. It is not much but hey, compared to many other beings in this universe, I am ollllld. Anyway, this life, when I was around three I had saved a girl. Honestly, I had no desire at the time to save her, it all had been too much fun. She had been a year and a few months older than me. It seems she had been kidnapped and used to be a child s*x slave. I mean she is four I am a sicko but not that sick. I mean I would gut her instead of doing something so twisted or feed her to my now pet or in a volcano or something. The death would be quick but that?

I felt it truly was too much.