The world is cruel to those it sees as different.
Kyouma kill humans, and humans kill kyouma. They are enemies in this world. They have been for all of history and will be for all of eternity.
But both have a common enemy, those who bridge the gap between their races.
Those like Fremy.
Once one of the kyouma, she was rejected after her failure, and forced to wander the world, hiding from humans and kyouma alike for fear that they would kill her. She could not trust them, and they could not trust her.
The world is cruel to those who are different.
It wasn't her choice to become like this. It wasn't her wish that she be an outcast whose heritage she hated.
Humans and kyouma meant nothing to her anymore. They were one and the same, all of them were demons she must avoid or kill.
She preferred killing them. It was much easier for her that way.
She felt no remorse for her decision. She'd killed countless times before, what different did it make to her who it was? She had no allies anyway, and her reputation as a killer was legendary already. Might as well keep feeding her name, she had no reason anymore not to.
She was alone in the world, but she didn't hate it. If she knew how to feel any positive emotion, she would have liked the feeling of loneliness. She wanted to die, but she had to keep living, for what she did not know.
Death. That word meant as much to her as life did. What was the difference between the two? She was already dead, her body just hadn't realized it yet. She often found herself trying to tell her body what her mind already knew, but she could never do it. The trigger always remained untouched and she always lowered her hand.
She was dead but couldn't die.
She wondered how long it would be before her mind rotted away to the point that her body could no longer deny its status. Then, she could crumble to the ground and be forgotten, if she was not already forgotten.
But she knew that would be years coming. She would not fall any time soon. She dearly wanted to, but she pressed on, for reasons she could never guess. Did she still care for her family, back in the clans of the kyouma? Did she want to prove her worth to the humans?
No, she didn't care in the slightest what they thought, and she definitely felt no love for those she left behind. She was a leaf that had fallen from the tree and was in the process of a years-long journey to the ground. What would happen when she touched the ground she did not know, but she looked forward to it.
She wondered if she would feel happy when she finally faded. She didn't know the emotion, had forgotten what it felt like. The last time she had felt that she had been a child, naive and stupid.
Of course, now that she thought about it, she was still just a child. Her body may have grown, despite the lack of a living spirit residing in it, but she still knew little of the world around her. She only knew the path directly in front of her, forgetting everything she saw and everything she would see. It didn't matter to her. Nothing mattered to her.
She wondered how others, those who deserved to be called people, felt. How could they cope with such a massive range of emotions? She couldn't fathom it. How could they possibly survive with all that bouncing in their heads?
It's much simpler to just feel numbness. So she chose to feel nothing but numbness.
She didn't want all of that. She didn't want all the attachments and pains and pleasures of living. She lived as she would die, feeling nothing at all.
It was easier that way. Then, there would be no sadness when her body finally caught up to her mind. Then, there would be no disappointment when she found herself gone from this world.
If she was ever there to begin with./pre