1 year ago
The sun that shines brightly and illuminates the green fields and the busy cities where people worked hard and then return home where your family would be waiting for you to enjoy a delicious dinner that would satisfy your empty stomach and a fluffy bed where you could escape from the problems and stresses of life in order to sink into the tranquility of the world of dreams.
All this was thanks to the bright sun, which was shining again with energy on the horizon. As if it were a zombie when it mysteriously came back to life to invade the peace of the world of the living.
After letting the moon do its work at night thanks to its romantic light that it gave off, it was cast due to the rotation of the Earth to give notice to all living beings that a new day had just begun.
And although not everything was joy and happiness, because of the thousands of conflicts, robberies, killings, murders, rapes that could be happening at that precise moment, that was not a powerful enough reason to interfere in his awakening.
The morning struck him, slowly but mercilessly, and forced him to slowly open his eyes while the light that entered the room through the windows bothered him, making it difficult for him to fulfill that simple task of getting up.
However, that gigantic entity known as "Sun" was not the cause of your body waking up. He even looked capable of sleeping for a bit. But guilt, even if it was imaginary, surreal, or false, was not so easy to get rid of.
Especially when it was your own conscience that was not willing to do it as a dirty trick for your soul and the memories that were stored in it.
"Please do not cry. None of this is your fault. I will be the one to take responsibility if the occasion comes or if it presents you any problem."
"For real? You, interrupting me while I delight your ears with my words full of truths ignored by this world and its inhabitants? That is rude. Terribly rude. That is… A VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS! "
"I knew you would be a very useful instrument. Take my place and revive her… My beloved Echidna"
"From now on, I entrust everything to you. Natsuki Subaru ... I trust you "
?: Shut up, you all...
Tired of hearing the same words during all her mornings for two years, he commanded all those voices to shut up.
He didn't say it very loudly and without imposing any threat simply because he didn't want to do something so useless right after waking up.
Total, the next day the same scene would be repeated.
He did not bother to contemplate for a few seconds the sunrise that would be happening at that moment and got out of bed. Sitting on the bed in his room, I inspect him for a few moments.
Nothing. Nothing had changed. Now he could breathe easy again. But he could never trust.
Many things had happened, events / happenings / misfortunes, that forced him to act like this. And more after the situation with which he was facing. Looking to his right, he could see his desk.
His shirt and black tracksuit were hanging from the chair.
Now he understood why he felt a cool breeze caress his body, even if it was only his abdomen. Not that he had left the window open like he was careless, but the morning hadn't fully warmed up his room yet. Although the real problem was that the door to his room was not completely closed. Mystery turned out pretty easy.
?: Which means they have ignored me. Huum, of course ...
?: Shubaru… sama?
While making an annoyed face when seeing how his instructions did not go according to plan, a voice made him automatically turn his head to the left.
For him, he only needed his soft voice and that way with which he got used to calling him to know who he was. The direction he was in ... that could only be known by the events that occurred last night.
?: Don't scare me like that ... My heart almost leaked out of my chest.
?: Liar. Your attitude was so calm that it doesn't seem like it scared you ... You will never fool me if you act that way, Subaru-sama.
You're right, that's what he thought when he made his point. Neither had put a bit of effort nor was that his intention. It was a spontaneous lie, perhaps because of how slow her brain works together after waking up, or perhaps because of that unserious attitude he always had with her.
Stretched out on the same bed where she was, there was a girl whose sheets only covered her from the bottom to the stomach.
Just by looking at her, anyone would highlight the obvious. The girl appeared to be about 15 years old and her physical characteristics were totally adorable. A refined and delicate face, just like the rest of her body. Her hair was hazel in color, she sported sky blue eyes and she always wore a red headband unless it was bedtime. The pink lips gave her that feminine touch and you could tell that her body was at that time of maturation when you looked at the small dunes that emerged from her chest, which were a little bigger than a year ago. Although that was an observation that only the boy could confirm one hundred percent.
Roswaal mansion's young little maid Petra Leyte said "good morning" to the new owner of the place, Natsuki Subaru, in her own way.
Taking advantage of the opportunity since she knew that he liked that she spoke to him more informally due to the relationship that the two maintained.
Subaru: Hey, I was trying to have a little fun in the morning. Now you will leave me with the excuse without origin or solid basis that you do not like me to behave like that with you. I already told you: if I let you sleep in my bed, the only condition that you had to fulfill is to be an adorable girl madly in love with me who would receive my jokes and compliments full of love. Weren't those my orders to follow?
Subaru could seem annoyed by the content and the words he was using against Petra, however, the boy never used an angry tone with her.
It was a calmer one that conveyed the comfort that she conveyed to him. It was almost as if he was reminding her of his loving devotion in order to seduce her enough that she fell completely into his clutches.
And for Subaru, that was his intention, he just didn't have any evil plan in mind with which to torture the innocent Petra.
Petra seemed to get the true intention of the message on the fly and played her part in that interaction by resting her hand on Subaru's.
There was no change in attitude from Subaru after Petra's action. He kept smiling, a sincere and infectious smile directed to and only for Petra, who couldn't help but be infected by his relentless attack and smiled sweetly.
Seeing that Petra was open to the idea, Subaru never felt any obstacle stopping him from enjoying his fun time with Petra.
Getting a little interested, Subaru turned to rest his head on the fluffy pillow and his whole body turned to look in the direction where Petra was resting.
Without removing his hand, now Subaru and Petra were looking at each other on the same level, with Subaru sporting a mischievous smile on his face while Petra kept the same smile next to her cheeks flushed by the simple presence of the boy and the perfect opportunity he had given her to enjoy the image of the boy she loved so much shirtless.
Subaru: Petra, you don't even have to talk to me and I'm already realizing that there is something you want to do… with me.
Although Petra had averted her gaze because of her flushed cheeks, Subaru could see the concern in the servant's doubtful eyes. She seemed to have something to say, but the doubt was still there.
Subaru squeezed a little harder for Petra to understand through physical contact that there was nothing to be ashamed of.
"Do not freak out. What happens between us, no one else will know "
That's what Petra understood just by looking directly into Subaru's eyes. If there was no problem, then that attitude was neither necessary nor advantageous for either of them. Still, it frustrated Petra to know that she wasn't as good as Emilia or Frederica in those kinds of situations.
She knew she needed to have a little more confidence in herself and in her words to flirt with him like a proper woman would properly. But comparing ages, she was the most inexperienced on the subject.
Petra: Well, I… I really wanted to feel y-your capti-vating body heat… Can I hug you?
Petra showed Subaru her request, her wish, and he tried very hard to hold back his laughter. That she had a hard time saying these simple things to him was quite entertaining to watch. Subaru, with his blind trust for Petra, thought that that would be nothing compared to what the two of them had already done together.
But looking at his adorable face, he couldn't help but tell myself that it was impossible for him to be mad at her.
Subaru: Sure you can, Petra. Remember that you should ask for this more naturally, and even without thinking about it, because we men liked that a lot. But all this is possible because...
Pausing for a few moments, Subaru used that pause to close the last inches that separated their two bodies.
Subaru: You are my lovely wife, Petra Leyte.
From that moment, the words became more intimate whispers at the same time that the closeness of their bodies became a reality. Subaru wrapped his arms around Petra, trapping her in his expected embrace. His hand began to caress her back, the only obstacle being the fabric of Petra's handmade pajamas. It had been a few nights since all the girls had changed their pajamas into shorter ones and were using silk as a material, a finer fabric that covered their naked bodies from being exposed to the world.
Petra was very skilled when it came to sewing. She already mentioned when she appeared for the interview to work at the mansion that she was a great seamstress and that she would possibly have dedicated herself to that profession if not for the vacant position that the maid department had.
You could see by looking at Puck's "chibi" style drawing on her chest or the white Imoura flower as a small print on the back.
Other than that, Petra wouldn't be lying if she said that she took the job to be closer to the boy she had fallen in love with. The result had clearly ended up being the desired one.
She was paralyzed and not knowing what to do due to the boy's fleeting approach and with her face close to her neck, Petra realized that she was looking very strange by staying still without doing anything after demanding an embrace, so she finally wrapped her arms around Subaru's neck. That moment, she was really enjoying it.
Subaru: Your hair… Her touch is totally a gift to the world, and more to me. I hope you slept well.
Petra: T-T-T-hank you, Subaru-sama. Frederica-onee-sama taught me how to take proper care of it so that it shines in the sun. She says that the most important thing if visitors come one day is to show that we take good care of ourselves.
Subaru: And she is quite right by saying that. But they will only bother… and I don't think nobody wants to get near us.
Subaru knew that Frederica was the one who cares the most about that aspect being fulfilled, so it was understandable that in the end that concern spread.
Subaru took a moment to smell Petra's hair. Smell normal, because she hadn't showered yet, but strangely, a trace of vanilla scent stuck to her from last night.
That raised his spirit tremendously. He was beginning to get intoxicated with the mere appearance of the girl.
Subaru stopped stroking her hair to go down and enjoy her beautiful face.
She felt her last strands of hair leave her fingers, her porcelain ear that, despite the fact that it was morning, felt warm and alive. He moved slowly down her right cheek that was stained by some freckles and ended with his index finger and thumb on her chin and then brought her gaze upward. Their eyes met.
Words were not necessary for the two of them at the moment. Petra could feel exactly what the boy wanted at that moment and she wouldn't hesitate to give it to him.
She also made her own move sliding her small arms in the opposite direction from Subaru's, upwards, to wrap around his neck.
Petra delicately stroked Subaru's thick white hair. For a long time that hair turned that color, and she couldn't deny that she missed the black color that always accompanied him.
The black color gave him a more sinister and dark appearance, which added to her villainous eyes, gave the impression of having been born as a curse to avoid any contact that Subaru might have with others.
And yet, that was something that didn't stop Petra from falling deeper in love with him. Subaru's new white hair tried to give her an air of purity, similar to the half-elf.
But Petra could assure that her beloved and honorable husband was much more impure and that he hid an evil murderer inside him so terrifying that it would paralyze the children of fear as they would never again breathe calmly through the dark nights where the darkness would take its own shape to to hunt them down and the parents would be easy prey for nightmares that would turn into traumas that would accompany them to death and beyond.
That was why she felt so protected by his side. Because Petra, like the boy's other wives, succumbed without resisting to Natsuki Subaru's madness.
Petra: Subaru-sama ...
Subaru: Petra ... You know that if Frederica is not around, I let you call me what I like best.
Petra: That's right, I'm sorry ...
Subaru: So ...
A wide smile appeared on Subaru's face as he protested with annoyance and insistence to the girl the nickname that he loved to hear come out of her mouth. Petra apologized, and then licked her lips while the hearts that were etched in her eyes thanks to the fire of passion that was created due to their union lit up when they reflected the man with dark eyes like shadows.
Petra: My Beloved Husband and King, Natsuki Subaru… Papa.
Subaru: That's my girl. Come.
Throwing out all those words with the greatest passion that could be collected in the world, neither Subaru nor Petra could resist anymore and they launched themselves towards each other's lips passionately.
In truth, throughout the day, Subaru keeps his Authority activated since he does not represent any problem thanks to "Heart of Pleiades", but those moments, where he could enjoy the warmth of his wives' love, he felt so safe that even his own heart was unconsciously deactivating the ability.
Sinking in the sea of loving sweetness that Petra offered the boy was something that only brought him peace. Well, it felt useful. He felt loved.
He did not feel alone.
While Petra dug her hands into the mountain of snow that covered the boy's head, Subaru grabbed her from behind to hold her vigorously against his chest. He wasn't too hard on her, since he knew she was still growing up.
Petra was young, but even so that didn't stop Subaru from wanting to satisfy himself with her touch. Her lips felt soft, as if from a piece of baked bread she was dealing with her. Their legs collided and entwined between them.
Even after all that, language contact was not possible. That frustrated Petra, as she wanted to imitate as much as possible the actions of the other girls. But her shy attitude of hers and how she became submissive the instant Subaru became assertive overcame her.
Although Subaru made him forget about her anger by separating from her and licking the saliva that had escaped from her tender mouth.
Exciting. That's how she felt and it was only morning. But there was something that kept her from lowering his guard.
She felt as a hand was placed on the chest of her, descending decidedly until his belly, to soon finish just a few inches of the crotch of her.
Petra: Papa. If you continue… It is dangerous.
Subaru: Ohh. And what are you going to do to stop me, my little servant? I think your body is just asking, begging, me to go non stop with you.
Subaru leaned closer to Petra's face. Even more, passing by, until he reached the side of her. He could not ignore the very possible tickling that the girl should be feeling when his breath entered her ear as well as her words.
Subaru: Or even further. Deeper.
Petra's breathing became faster and Subaru's face, unchanged, looked over her, satisfied with the view. Although that smile and eyes of hers turned a bit more wild. That put Petra really uptight.
"Being able to feel so loved by someone ... is truly wonderful"
Petra: Oh shit!
The moment was cut short abruptly when Petra cursed out loud as she placed her hands on Subaru's chest to get away from his face.
Subaru was taken by surprise by that attitude: both the vocabulary that he had never heard come out of the little girl's mouth and the quick gesture of separation.
Subaru: Hey! Language!
Petra: Sorry, sorry! But I am neglecting my tasks.
Petra was quick as the wind to get out of bed to be reprimanded by her husband. Although she had her reasons for being this nervous about always wanting to do her duty, so she was adorable.
Currently, they were in the room of the late Roswaal L. Mathers, which had been inherited by Subaru. He was repulsed by sleeping in the same bed where that clown rested a year ago, but he quickly got used to it thanks to his willpower and the company of his beloved girls, who at least impregnated that room and its furniture with their scent.
Petra changed without any shame in front of the boy, while she turned her back to him and took off her silk nightgown to stay in her underwear.
Subaru just limited himself to sighing and standing up while looking through the window. He didn't look at Petra lasciviously as a pedophile. Not as a matter of her privacy.
It was just that he had seen that naked body long enough for him to even impress him.
By the time she turned around, Petra had just put her dress on properly, with no signs of wrinkles, and put on her shoes to leave the room.
Subaru: Wait, Petra.
The girl already had her hand on the knob when she was summoned by her lord. However, she did not turn around. I just hope. She could feel like Subaru's tone was saying "listen to me, but don't turn around"
Subaru waited a few moments and smiled when she saw that her semi-hidden message was received with success.
Her footsteps echoed in the room with depth until she stopped just behind the maid. The smile she wore a few moments ago was no longer visible on Petra's face. He just wore a serious, indifferent face. Ready to carry out orders from your superior.
She felt the hand of her lover on her right shoulder. It was not a gesture as if he wanted to scold her, but as if he was about to say something difficult for both of them to digest.
Still, she wouldn't object. The boy's voice felt close. His head should be very close to hers, his hot breath caressing her ear.
Although Petra didn't see him, Subaru licked his lips to make sure they were well humiliated before speaking.
Subaru: Petra. I already know you have responsibilities to attend to and I know they are important. I like that diligence and it makes me love you on another level ... However, I need you to finish the job. The day has arrived.
Petra felt Subaru's grip grow stronger as his voice echoed loudly in her head, controlling her and taking her will.
Subaru: Do you think you have enough courage to show your love and eternal devotion to me?
Petra: Papa ...
Petra hesitated for a few moments.
That was a rhetorical question? Was he forcing her to do that? Wouldn't it be more correct to go out the door to deny her the proposal?
The memory of the young villager would appreciate it, but her heart was much stronger.
Subaru: Well, actually ... I-
Petra: Of course, Papa! Don't worry. As a compensation for letting me sleep with you, I will. Although I hope that you will receive me with kisses full of love and compliments full of tenderness ... Oh, and it would not be a problem if I received any head pat.
Petra finally turned to him with one of her beaming smiles whose light could only be compared to that of the rising sun.
And still, the man did not smile. He just recited a few words in his mind.
"Forgive me Petra. I can only protect you in this way."
Subaru: These fruits ... they are really disgusting.
"AAAHHHHHH ! MY EYES ! WHY ? ! WHY ? ! WHY ME ? ! WHY ME ? ! WHY ? ! WHY ?! ! "
Subaru: I mean, they were never here and they were born out of nowhere. As if some kind of divine pollen had fallen from the sky and impregnated these trees without their consent. Poor trees.
"OHHH MY FREAKING GOD ! WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE DOING ! WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU ! YOU SICK CHILD ! MONSTER ! INHUMAN ! GET AWAY FROM ME ! "
Subaru: But is that the right thing to do? I mean, they don't have any sense or knowledge that they are being raped. Desecrated. Attacked in such a vile way. Is there any law to defend this act that only a villain of pure evil could do?
"GAAHA ! AAUH, AUGHHGAAA ! OUUUU, AGHGHHGGAA !"
Subaru: I must feel sorry for them or it would be better for him-Well, that's too much! Those screams are the most annoying.
It really irritated him that someone interrupted him like that while he rambled on about his ways of appreciating the meaning of those bloody and rotten fruits.
Although it was true that it was no longer worth worrying about picking them up or removing the rope that wrapped their necks.
Sitting a few inches from the well, Subaru just wanted to get rid off from all those noises that did not allow him to achieve the peace that he longed for.
After that rage released to no particular individual. Maybe he tossed it into the air, incriminating him, I guess. He jumped up and started to march towards the house where all that fuss was coming from.
He had a powerful desire to grab a few stones from the ground and throw it hard towards the house that was a few meters from him. That would leave it completely shattered never to be inhabited again, just as he had done with the rest.
But because she was still there, he refrained from doing so and threw them to the left of her, hearing the wood from the trees crunching brutally and shattering.
The trees collapsed without opposing any type of resistance, like the fleshy fruits whose emetic fluids were limited to taking more ground with their smell of the taste of death.
Subaru: Didn't I tell you to do everything without bothering me and quickly?! This is how you repay me. Is this your so-called "gentle love"?!
Petra: Ahh, damn! Excuse me, please Papa. I tried but-
"NO ! NO ! NO ! YOU DON'T ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ! GO DEMON ! WITCH WORSHIPER !
Subaru: Wow, what a scenario you have prepared, Petra.
Petra: Hehehe ... Right?
With the aforementioned things and with no further discomfort running through him, Subaru met his beloved but young Petra for the second time. But she liked that this time she did what she should.
The house, which was once the place where Petra had called it home, was in a deplorable state. The smell of mold could be felt or even seen in various corners. It was inevitable. Nature always manages to take back the land that was taken from her without asking. A painting with a lake depicted in which one day that place was adorned, were to be found destroyed and with cuts everywhere. The broken windows left their valuable pieces that formed them scattered around the room. What a way to look down on those who made it. The door was so weak that with the simple slam that Subaru gave it, it finally fell apart.
That pitiful hole would never need to be remembered again. Just rot and that's the end of the story.
But the real estate was the least of it there. If termites wanted to turn that site into their all-you-can-eat buffet, no one would be there to stop them. What was important were the human insects that inhabited it alive.
For the moment.
Hardly.
Subaru: Although, much to our regret, it seems that one of the cockroaches finally had to let itself be crushed.
Petra: Maybe his mind was already from the first day, I say.
In front of the boy, was a nightmare image.
The children would not dare to get out of their bed anymore and would only have the darkness they would find by hiding in the sheets. The toys were no longer worth it, the friends were already strangers whose steric laughter would no longer add any joy. What they really wanted to hear was how they made fun about the fact that one of their own kind had split his head while climbing a tree with weak branches. And to support the family of the deceased, they would collect the impregnated water of their deceased son so that in the morning they would be refreshed by the bodily fluids of the corpse.
The adults would close all their ties, either from their family or group of friends, and would join the voluntary isolation of their heirs while they would slammed their heads with any metal object they found, desperate to forget that torture that their eyes witnessed. Not even the screams of their children, who implored them to stop at once, were enough. Not until his skull was used by birds to strengthen his skull
The animals would lock themselves in their burrows, entering a state of eternal hivernation and would end up eating each other to try to stay alive. And those who live alone would allow their amputated arms and legs to be dragged through the meadows or the mountains while that metallic liquid was used as fertilizer until the smallest organisms infected it and their rotten souls were leaving their already deceased bodies, taking up a trip to nowhere.
That was what it took her to show love for him. For her, he was everything. What kept her alive. Which drove her to never give up and try hard. What made her live without wanting to open her neck, tear her vocal cords and imitate that calming melody that he sang to her before his body realized that it was all over.
She was a good girl. A good wife. A good woman.
After all, why would have she done all of that without any reasons?
Petra: Please forgive me. I try to do it well, as he asked me. But they did not stop moving and everything had to lengthen more than necessary.
The flower kept apologizing for her mistakes. No matter how many embarrassed bows she made, she knew it was still not enough.
More. More. She had to please him more. Either in bed, as a woman, or corrupting her friends to suicide. Like a good girl.
Subaru: It's true, but don't worry. It is unnecessary. You have done what I asked and I am proud to know that my daughter has listened to me.
She was not disappointed in his words, but she did not like the way he described her.
Petra: Papa, it bothers me that you call me daughter! I have tried so hard to be a good wife and watch how you address me. That makes me angry, huh.
Subaru: Ok, ok, ok. Sorry honey. Forgive this brute man, whose value carried by the sentiments of others was never taught to him.
He knew that this girl had to be treated with affection. He gently caresses her dirty head: a bit stained with blood and with some tendon decorating the sides of her.
Subaru: But ... What matters now is the work to be done.
Turning his interest away from Petra, Subaru focused on the other people present.
One of them, a man of about 35 years old, was tied without escape to a wooden chair. His right to wear his garments had been seized from him and, therefore, he was currently naked. In fact, his male reproductive limb was on the ground. Cut off from his former user and unlucky enough to find himself in the middle of the road only to be trampled on, Petra deduced that there was only one man who could enjoy that privilege. In her eyes you could see the fear that the new Lord's gaze threatened him to keep quiet.
In front of him, not far, there was a woman. She seemed so much more honored and deserving of keeping her nakedness intact. Her clothes were apparently fine, no scratches in sight, although those bruises were quite possibly earned due to the struggle with her daughter. The real spectacle was her face. In the past she could have been a beautiful woman, but now those wild eyes were no merit to help her to be considered "pretty". In his eyes ... well, without the right one and the left eye sticking out of her place, being only held by the optic nerve, it was impossible for him to determine her emotional state.
It was so beautiful to see how a family participated together in such an intimate activity, without secrets or limitations to put.
Petra could feel Subaru's impatience and she said to herself "There is no time to lose. Time to fulfill Papa's expectations."
Petra wasted no more seconds and walked decisively towards the woman. Her mother.
The poor woman did not seem to be aware that she was approaching her. Her one-eyed eye only gave him the possibility of knowing what was beneath her. But her half-working ears kept going. Those steps terrified her.
Suddenly, she could feel something roll on top of her. On her shoulders, maybe? Very possibly. Was it friendly or cold or warm? That's something she could not say for sure. It was a long time since her body stopped sending her messages about what was happening around him
What she did hear was a voice, very weak and miserable, but she did.
"No ... No ... Please ... No"
She did not make the effort to lift her head because she already knew whose footsteps could be from. Without any explanation, her fear and confusion turned to joy and tranquility knowing that her tormentor was close to her.
Perhaps her madness had already taken hold of her.
Cockroach: Petra ...? P ... etr ... a? T-T-It's you ... honey ... Please ... Help ... a ... a ... a ... your father-
And when she glimpsed the shadow of her monstrous daughter's feet, the world reminded her of the hell that she had chosen to blindly forget as an idiot.
This sight faded and her pain prompted her to scream again.
Cockroach: AAAAAHHHHHH ! NOOOOOOOOOO ! NOT ... NOT AGAIN ! GFFAAAGHGA ! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ! IIIIIGGGUUUUGGHAAA !
Petra froze before the woman collapsed on the ground, convulsing like a fish out of water. With agility outside the range expected for a girl of her age, she used the sharp knife she carried in her hand.
She was quite comfortable with it, as she was able to do it without having to hold the eye firmly for the cut to occur on this first try. She squeezed the handle, she made the cut, and her hanging eye fell to the ground.
It was pure luck the woman hadn't crushed him.
Meanwhile, Petra knew that the other cockroach would get hysterical and she never had a bad intuition. Already the screams of horror could be heard coming out of her mouth, throwing acid-covered poison at everything in all directions.
Petra looked at her husband with sad eyes, knowing that this tantrum could put him on the edge. But he surprised her as he just shook his head and pointed at the man tied to the chair.
Heck, he doesn't stop pressing her, how annoying!
The girl's face did not change at any time. She calmly positioned herself behind the blind cockroach and with one foot pressed her back so that she stayed on the ground, writhing from her, at the same time that she grabbed the chain that she had wrapped around her naked neck. .
A conduit in such poor condition was not worthy of carrying air to a being that was not worth it. That simple That easy. It was easy to understand. They all did. So it was.
"Crack"
An unexpected creak managed to overcome the man's insults and caused silence to seize the house. Subaru, leaning against the wall, opened one of his eyes to look at Petra. The man, whose cries for the indescribable torture and macabre murderer that was in front, fell silent while the only sound that was present at that moment was the tears of the poor soul in pain that fell to the ground.
Petra: With this ... It should be enough. It wasn't that hard, in the end. Buff...
With pride, she observed her work from above as some kind of artist after painting a spectacular painting.
Thanks to the strength she was provided with, she had no problem breaking her late mother's neck. She knew it would take very little time for her to bleed out, due to all the time she spent with her eyes in such bad shape. Even so, she always wanted to know how it felt to break someone else's neck. And, honestly, it was so ...
Petra: Exciting.
"I feel so much adrenaline that it barely fits in my body"
Cockroach: Honey ... H-on-ey ... Hey ... Wake up. You are here,... right? Of course, you do .. Hey ... He-y. You are not-
Petra: Silence.
Cockroach: Guuaghhg ? !
Whatever he was going to say, none of it mattered to anyone. Not his pain or his feelings or his sorrows. The prayers to confirm the death of his better half were interrupted when a sweeping punch hit him with a power as if an earth dragon was charging him and hit him without mercy.
Blood did not stain the ground. Instead, some kind of black liquid did it instead. Was it vomit or did the blood acquire that hue when one lived in the most miserable misery? It neither had the style nor anything that was attractive, that's for sure.
The few active nerves in the cockroach's body told him what he assumed: his jaw had been dislodged from its place and, quite possibly, it was hanging, holding still to his body by fragile pieces of meat.
Petra: Very good. I like that you already start with a good attitude. Now, little one …
In front of him, he found an image that could never be removed from his head in the short time that it remained embedded.
His deceased daughter, now an unrecognizable monster replacing her, with a plate which she held in her hands and addressed him with a maternal tone, as if a mother were childishly speaking to her son who was about to give him his vegetables. to grow strong and healthy.
And anything further from reality.
On the plate she was holding, were the two gouged eyes of his late wife, who now could only attend that crazy show being a corpse.
Cockroach: Ghohu… asfsgfaaAAaa !
Petra: Come on, come on ... Don't cry. There is no reason to do so. Didn't you say many times that you would accept mummy? That you would accept everything from her, absolutely everything from her? Well, daddy must keep his word. Fulfill it. Fulfill it. Fulfill it. FULFILL IT !
Subaru could only observe the parental evolution with a smile on his face. All while he witnessed how the fork pricked the eyeball and introduced it into the hungry baby.
Hungry to drown with that sphere to escape from that hell.
Subaru: Good. Good. That's my wife.
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Death ultimately seized the last soul of the deserted Irlam people. With the bodies of the children hanging and turning into artificial fruits to decorate that cursed place ...
Subaru: Vic-to-ry ...