Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen, including any of its characters or settings. Please don't sue me for this fic, cause i'm only a poor student and don't have much money anyway. I'm doing this for recreational purposes only, and don't make profit. (I WISH)
That aside, please note that this fanfiction is
[Sorcerous Stabber Orphen - Erase my past, Stabber], novel no. 5
in Killiranshelo's point of view. Therefore yes, i did make quite a few direct translations from the book, maybe even a whole chunk of a chapter. I will erase these if the english version comes out and someone blackmails me about copyrights.
I'll write down how much of the chapter are direct translations at the end of each chapter.
Now, on with the story...
Prologue
He licked the blood off his fingers. This is the best method if the amount of blood isn¡¯t too much. Wiping clean with a cloth means that you have to dispose of the cloth later.
Inside the deserted alleyway - moonlight cleverly sneaking into the cracks between the brick walls - he whispered down to the corpse.
¡°You must have recognized me. I¡¯m too famous.¡±
He must have been talking to the corpse, but it was impossible for the corpse to properly see the other¡¯s face. Light shone from behind, leaving a dark shadow over the person¡¯s face. Of course, it wouldn¡¯t have mattered anyway for the corpse - what was the point of being able to see his murder¡¯s face? It would only prolong the nightmare.
He continued. Black clothes, black cape, black hair¡¦ all black. But one could easily distinguish his outline from the darkness. ¡®Life¡¯ flowed out from him.
An overwhelming power that no one can stop.
Overwhelming¡¦
¡°That¡¯s right.¡±
He nodded, as if agreeing to the statement - as if he actually heard such words from the corpse.
¡°No one can stop me. Because she ordered me. Not just anybody - but Her. And as long as she orders me, I¡¯ll never stop.¡±
The words were more like an incantation then a soliloquy now. Magic words aimed at himself.
The corpse used to be an old man. An old man with ashen hair and raven robes. Surprisingly small amount of blood loss could be seen, but there was no question about the old man¡¯s death. A casual passer by would have simply assumed that the man was sleeping on the side of the road - but he could have gotten suspicious, wondering why a man of such high status was sleeping in an alleyway.
From the old man¡¯s chest, a silver pendent hung. A crest, of a one-legged dragon clinging onto a sleek sword.
Looking down onto that, the murderer carried on as if he didn¡¯t know how to stop.
¡°The Death bringer doesn¡¯t stop until he reaches the dusk of the world. ¡¦Never¡¦¡±
There he stopped, and reached up to his chest. Thin fingers grasped onto a chain. There too, laid a silver pendent. A pendent of a dragon - the proof of being a proud sorcerer of the ¡®Tower of Fang¡¯. The broach that held the boy¡¯s cape at his shoulder plates had the same crest on it.
¡®What a foolish thing I¡¯m doing.¡¯ He murmured. Removing his hand from the pendent, he lightly placed it onto his lower abdomen. Suddenly¡¦ groaning like a man just awaken from his dream.
¡°Must be because I licked blood. I feel sick.¡±
Then he left.
Leaving a corpse¡¦ and a small whisper in the alleyway.
¡°You¡¯re right. I am Killiranshelo.¡±
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ok...; uh, basically the whole prologue was a direct translation, because that's how it is in the novel. next chapter will be a little different...
That aside, please note that this fanfiction is
[Sorcerous Stabber Orphen - Erase my past, Stabber], novel no. 5
in Killiranshelo's point of view. Therefore yes, i did make quite a few direct translations from the book, maybe even a whole chunk of a chapter. I will erase these if the english version comes out and someone blackmails me about copyrights.
I'll write down how much of the chapter are direct translations at the end of each chapter.
Now, on with the story...
Prologue
He licked the blood off his fingers. This is the best method if the amount of blood isn¡¯t too much. Wiping clean with a cloth means that you have to dispose of the cloth later.
Inside the deserted alleyway - moonlight cleverly sneaking into the cracks between the brick walls - he whispered down to the corpse.
¡°You must have recognized me. I¡¯m too famous.¡±
He must have been talking to the corpse, but it was impossible for the corpse to properly see the other¡¯s face. Light shone from behind, leaving a dark shadow over the person¡¯s face. Of course, it wouldn¡¯t have mattered anyway for the corpse - what was the point of being able to see his murder¡¯s face? It would only prolong the nightmare.
He continued. Black clothes, black cape, black hair¡¦ all black. But one could easily distinguish his outline from the darkness. ¡®Life¡¯ flowed out from him.
An overwhelming power that no one can stop.
Overwhelming¡¦
¡°That¡¯s right.¡±
He nodded, as if agreeing to the statement - as if he actually heard such words from the corpse.
¡°No one can stop me. Because she ordered me. Not just anybody - but Her. And as long as she orders me, I¡¯ll never stop.¡±
The words were more like an incantation then a soliloquy now. Magic words aimed at himself.
The corpse used to be an old man. An old man with ashen hair and raven robes. Surprisingly small amount of blood loss could be seen, but there was no question about the old man¡¯s death. A casual passer by would have simply assumed that the man was sleeping on the side of the road - but he could have gotten suspicious, wondering why a man of such high status was sleeping in an alleyway.
From the old man¡¯s chest, a silver pendent hung. A crest, of a one-legged dragon clinging onto a sleek sword.
Looking down onto that, the murderer carried on as if he didn¡¯t know how to stop.
¡°The Death bringer doesn¡¯t stop until he reaches the dusk of the world. ¡¦Never¡¦¡±
There he stopped, and reached up to his chest. Thin fingers grasped onto a chain. There too, laid a silver pendent. A pendent of a dragon - the proof of being a proud sorcerer of the ¡®Tower of Fang¡¯. The broach that held the boy¡¯s cape at his shoulder plates had the same crest on it.
¡®What a foolish thing I¡¯m doing.¡¯ He murmured. Removing his hand from the pendent, he lightly placed it onto his lower abdomen. Suddenly¡¦ groaning like a man just awaken from his dream.
¡°Must be because I licked blood. I feel sick.¡±
Then he left.
Leaving a corpse¡¦ and a small whisper in the alleyway.
¡°You¡¯re right. I am Killiranshelo.¡±
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ok...; uh, basically the whole prologue was a direct translation, because that's how it is in the novel. next chapter will be a little different...