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Frost
Prologue
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It was too much…
He… Just what is he?
How did he come to that?
How… did I come to this?! He gritted his teeth, lowered his head. For once, during his whole life, he felt such regret. Regret? Maybe not… He couldn't precise what kind of feelings it was. He felt miserable. He felt frustrated. He felt unworthy. He felt hollow…
He regrets…
He regrets everything he's done so far.
His greed, his vanity, his selfishness, his pride…
It's all gone…
It's all… gone?!
The silver lights penetrated through the blackish curtains, reflected on his pale skin. He gazed at it, blankly gazed at it.
Silver…
He used to love that colour…
Used to…
Now, he loves nothing…
No more…
His dark hair fell on his face, shaded it. His blood red eyes were empty, lifeless. No… He has no right to talk about life. How can the immortal talk about the death? How can an immortal die? It's such a painful, disastrous fact…
He never wanted to live. Though, he's alive.
About four years ago, his lord went to bed. He has already prepared everything for tomorrow. Everything will be flawless, as usual. Now, he's lying on his bed. He stood up. He couldn't sleep. He silently moved the extremity of the curtain. His gaze didn't change; why would it?
He was just staring at an empty, dark and misty valley. They're in the middle of nowhere, why should he rejoice about it?!
He shouldn't…
He lowered his head. Tomorrow, at 4AM, his lord will begin his fighting lesson…
No, his torture lesson…
A weak smile formed on the black-haired's lips as he collapsed to his knees. No… He didn't want… He didn't want to be hurt again! Pain… Pain is his right arm. Though…
Though!
He… He doesn't want the spears to pierce his forehead… He didn't want the chains to sink into his skin… He didn't want the poisons to mess with his blood… He didn't want the bruises to colour his paleness…
He didn't want to die over and over…
It's… painful!
The tears ran down his face. He carefully placed his hand on it, feeling its warmth; seeking its warmth.
It's… pain… ful…
Eleven years have passed. Apparently, his master has the ability to grow up to a certain age. His body keeps on growing normally, but the growth has stopped at the age of twenty. His cells are no more developing.
And it's not something that he really cared about.
He smiled; what else could he do?!
It's enough...
He was tired...
He thought of putting an end to everything...
He stared down at his arms. His clothes were shredded. The red liquid dirtying its blackness. But he didn't care. He no longer cares about such a minor detail; the elegance.
His eyes were completely blank. Everything around him was black. He slowly touched the glassy screen in front of him. His bare fingertips met with the coldness of its surface. His nails weren't polished. But was it important? What's so wrong in having a natural-coloured nail?
Nothing...
He slowly sank his nails into the glass. He slowly cut a small shard of the glass. He slowly pointed the small shard of the glass to his neck. He heard his master calling. He felt his heart beating faster. He felt his whole world pulsating. He heard the heavy, slow footsteps. He felt scared. He felt scared.
He'll k... kill me?!
The blood red eyes slowly widened in fear.
No! I... I don't want to... to die like that!
He bit his lips, lowered his head. His lord pushed the door open. "Sebastian..."
"NO!" The lord's eyes widened, as his demon pushed the glass into his neck. "S... Sebas..."
The demon's eyes widened, feeling the pain of the sharp instrument piercing his soul. He gasped, falling backward. He felt someone holding him. Then, a royal blue flash caught his gaze. His hands started shaking. His whole body was shaking. The deep blue eyes were wide, wide still. His lord was gazing at him, eyes wide.
Was it the shock?
Was it the fear?
Was it the rage?
The demon didn't care... He just pushed the shard deeper in, throwing up more blood. "I d... don't... want to..." His voice was weak; as weak as a murmur. "P... lea... se..."
The tears ran down his face. Then, he slowly pulled back from his master's hold. He glanced at him with a sad smile, with a sad look.
The lord felt his heart breaking, seeing his demon looking that vulnerable. But he was speechless; how else would he behave?!
"N... No..." The demon pulled back, rested his back on the wall. He closed his eyes, rolled his head backward.
"Sebastian! What are you doing? I order you to stop this silliness, RIGHT NOW!"
The demon smiled weakly. He slowly placed a hand on his chest. "Yes... my... l... ord..." The lord gasped, as the demon pushed his hand into his chest. A red spell circle formed below him. "N... No! Stop... SEBASTIAN!"
A loud scream echoed into the room, as a red light exploded from the circle, wrapping around the demon's body. His eyes widened in pain. He screamed louder. He felt his soul slowly leaving his body.
Right...
His world was black.
Did his lord ever ask? Did his lord ever try to know? Did his lord ever mollify his pain?
No...
He didn't...
He had enough. He had enough of everything...
At least like this...
Like this!
He knows that like this...
He'll never come back to life...
The pain is nothing. The pain will be forgotten. The wounds will be healed by the time.
It'll be over soon...
The lord gazed at his demon. "Pl... Please!"
The agony is over...
It's over!
It's over... finally!
He gasped, collapsed on the ground. His blood red eyes were half closed. His blood red eyes were empty. His blood red eyes were lifeless...
His blood splattered on the ground...
He's no more...
The lord fell to his knees, sat near him. A weak smile formed on his lips. "We're cruel; the humans... right, Sebastian?!" Tears ran down his face, as he ran a hand into the deep black hair. "We're as cruel..."
The moonlight reflected in the crimson substance...
"As a demon..."
So! Should I say to be continued? Or the end?
I've never tried a one-shot before and I'm not thinking of making one now. So! Finally, I'll say; to be continued. It won't be a long story, though! ^^
To be continued!
Thanks for reading! :D