It's not my fault, I didn't do it—
Who was I trying to fool anymore?
Face planted in my small hands, I sobbed, sitting on the cliff that overlooked a once beautiful city, rife with many lives, beautiful lights glowing at night. I always kept away from it, trying to make sure it lived, trying to make sure that it wouldn't be destroyed by my own hands.
But I knew it could only last... just for a few days.
The demon, the cruel, cruel demon, hunted it down, caught by the scent of living flesh and flowing blood, forcefully dragged me towards the city and destroyed it elegantly. She controlled me just like how a puppeteer would—and she knew just how to kill off the other characters with elegance. With my identity, she fooled everyone into thinking that it was all me.
She was terrifying. Lurking around in my mind, never leaving, and taking control of me when she had the urge to destroy—I learnt her schedule was from sunset to sunrise, and she'd feel like killing then. I didn't understand what I had done to deserve it.
"Calm your nerves, girl," the demon sighed, and I could feel her looking at her nails boredly. As destructive, horrifying and non-human she was, she looked much like a human. A very pretty human, might I add. "You were gazing at it so, so longingly... you wanted it destroyed, didn't you?"
There she was—taunting me from the back of my mind. She loved torturing me mentally, letting me view how much destruction she—I?—caused, how many casualties I added to the list. I felt monstrous.
Slowly, I ground out, "...I'm... not you."
"Ahaha! Dear girl, you—"
"I have a name and it's Rin," I said bitterly, eyes locked on the destroyed city. Tall towers that shone lights at night were now toppled over, crushing the shorter buildings next to them. All human lives in the buildings were destroyed immediately, and after wrecking all the buildings, the demon hunted down the survivors and killed them.
I didn't understand..! Just why—?
"Do you think I would care for your name?" Voice high and hysterical, the demon was never afraid to shame me. Make me feel like I was the filthiest creature that had ever existed, and she did a good job at it. I couldn't count how many times I had cried every time she wreaked havoc. All I wanted was to protect myself and I got myself into that.
"...Of course not, but it would be nice if you addressed me so."
"You don't need your name, you know. Names are part of your identity." A smirk. "You no longer have one, Kagamine Rin."
"I do as long as I live."
"Hmm? How do you know I won't devour your soul inside-out and take control of your emptiness?" Without waiting for a reply, she clicked her tongue and continued, "Ha! While that would be pleasant, your body is too weak to be a complete vessel for me."
I gritted my teeth. "If that's so, then I still have an iden—"
"Don't make me angry," the demon said quietly, smile growing. "There... could be other candidates, and I would gladly transfer once my energy has been fully stored and gained its use... but for now..."
There it was—the familiar sensation of falling into darkness. I was no longer glancing down at the broken city, but now in a completely black world. Nothing filled it but me and her—the demon. I hated it when she brought me in to her world—I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that. It's not her world... it's my mind. She lived in my mind, and so she could only drag my mental form in there.
She haunted me. Everywhere.
The pretty demon smiled at me, and it was almost creepy. No, it was creepy. She sat on the invisible floor like she always did, her knees drawn up halfway to her chest and one arm loosely wrapped around her legs. Her other hand was placed on the area slightly behind her to stable herself. But I never sat—always stood.
"But for now," she said, voice much clearer, "you'll have to be my little puppet."
Darkness gripped my limbs, and I began to thrash. Not that again. Not... that..!
The demon got up, frowning and slowly striding up to me. I clenched my fists and nearly threw them at her, but I couldn't. Sadly.
"'Not... that'..?" She repeated my words—she could read my thoughts. Obviously enough, because she lived in my head. "Ahaha! Darling, are you hearing yourself? You don't want me to destroy again? For you?"
"This... is not... for me..!"
"But it is." A slow pout, but it disappeared immediately. "You want reveeenge on that stupid purple-haired man, don't you?"
She brought back memories. And when she did it, it was slow and painful. The sight of the corpses of my very close—no, no, don't think about it! Don't think about the murderer... don't... do...
Revenge?
I choked on my own voices, eyes watery. "Of course I want revenge..!"
"Then please let me do my own killing," the demon finally sighed, striding away. "It's a little early for my schedule, I know, but I'm getting a little bored these days, hm? So—"
An ear-splitting sound, and the demon whipped round, long hair flying. She covered her ears and brought herself to her own knees, eyes squeezed in agony.
"Argh! What's... this..."
The darkness that bound my loosened, and I took the chance to leap away from it, landing near the shivering form of my demon. Why was she so afraid? ...I didn't have time for that. I brought my consciousness back to my body and snapped my eyes open, feeling a stinging ache in my head.
My eyes widened considerably at the sight before me, putting an arm up to shield myself. "Go—Go away!"
He could only be the root of the pain I was experiencing, right?
"Oh... uh... whoops. Are you alright?"
Blue eyes clashed, and I found myself lowering my arm. I sensed my demon's will to tear his body apart for causing the both of us so much pain, but I knew she was tired from her last killing and did my extra extra best to stop her. Because there was something different about him.
...When was the last time someone talked to me so gently?
Ah, I refrained from describing the demon's appearance to keep her identity a secret. Those who read the original will know who she is, though. Can't help that much.
Yeah, this is pretty much a rewrite of this chapter. Len in the next chapter. Promise.