You know when most people have bad days they can always say "hey it's not that bad tomorrow will be better". Even if it's not they have the option of waiting for the next day, and that is not something I have the let's just say pleasure of having.
Now in order to understand how and where this all comes from you should ask yourself the question everyone does why?
And this story's why is a who. That who is plural for my parents and my mother's death and everyone who was affected by it. Now I don't mean to sound bratty when I say this but I'd say it's fair to absolve me from the consequences from it. Not like I knew her well enough to say whether or not she deserved to live or die. Even then its none of our place to decide that; that right is taken not given. Still she was the literal devils fuck buddy, host thing? Never got the specifics, as far as I can tell and have been told she loved him and he loved her. I mean he literally massacred over a thousand people to find a vessel strong enough to save her and even that wasn't enough.
Life's a bitch huh "dad".
Part of me likes the fact that Satan himself had someone he loved taken from him in one of worse ways possible. Even if it was my own mother. He took everything from me, well not just him Egin was just as much to blame if not more for the blue night. Though if not for him I would be Satan's literal vessel right now and our worlds would be mashed together like a kid mixing playdough. Credit where credits due he is a man of conviction to bad that won't keep him from feeling the flames of hell. Trying to burn your own daughter at the stake is still a sin he has yet to atone for and him getting over a thousand monks and priest murdered has to be a record.
They can all get bent for all I care. After all its their fault I keep getting wrapped up in these messes. If I had known this is what awaited me at the end of the road, I would never have even taken the option to run at the time. Should've just told em to shoot me right then and there would have been better for everybody involved. Well probably, at least I wouldn't have to deal with this shit. I mean look at me 20 years old on the run from not 1, not 2 but 3 different organization's that either wanna kill me, use me, or a mix of both.
They all have this notion that if they destroy the other that at some point peace and love, all that good shit is just gonna roll in magically. And people are going to cheer and them for finally starting the end of the god damn end of the world.
My names Rin and to tell this story we're gonna have to take this all the way back to when my life fell to shit.