A/N: As I was walking home (as I usual do) I fell in a trance (as usual) and played out different things in my head (like a movie screen where I can picture it all like I was really watching it.) And I thought about Yubers eye…. its red for a reason.

And having not played the game, and no one knowing. Would it ultimately have an effect due to his chaos rune? This is a little drabble. One-sided Yuber/Luc. Sorry folks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Suikoden 3 or any other Suikoden games, let alone played them ; It is merely for a fan to express ideas and give someone else the joys of reading something…

Genre: Angst/Romance/Spiritual

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: One sided Yuber (his POV) /Luc

Note: This was a speculation/Theory! His character may be off but..he can still be somewhat 'humane' at times to... Besides i wrote this like...weeks ago... I just never posted it xD slipped my mind...

Suikoden III

Visionary Hell

…Humans have done foolish things in the past. Some have done things so brilliant that a neither mortal, nor immortal mind, could ever hope to compare to. And some…have done nothing to contribute to the wasting world before me. Who am I you ask? Yuber, black knight of Chaos, bearer of a true rune. The one with mismatched eyes, blades of death and stained with millions of victims.

I wasn't always like this. No, in fact. I was very much like a human nowadays. After a thousand years though, humanity has been beaten out of me with a club, shoved through a human's main pump of life, and down many roads that I dare wish I had not crossed. If I hadn't, I would be dead. Something that seems oddly like an ill dream to me. You double back in shock? I want to die? How could someone who lives enriched by the smell of blood and agony of those that struggle, want to die?

After years with the rune. And loss of my humanity, I've become a servant with an agenda to fill in a short amount of time I'm allowed. I obey no one, but it interests me century after century as I watch these human go into war. Raise arms against their kinsman they would have once called brothers. And bathed on a field of blood of their neighbors. Than cheer in victory before counting the losses, having no regards for the other side, of for their own. Save for those still 'human'.

This is human nature.

Something I've lost as well. Becoming a demon, a creature feeding on others for survival.

At first the rune's quiet voice in my mind was soothing. But than, once bloodshed began to spill around me. My heart grew quicker, my stomach fluttering like a bird feather in the wind. My eyes would dilate in the past, my adrenaline picking up though I had done no means of exercise. And than I would slaughter anything I deemed an enemy. Thankfully I had enough sense to distinguish that.

After the blood lust and talking voices, next were the runes side effects. The sheer power I was now capable of was by far the greatest gift and curse. Merely having it was a curse, instantly becoming hunted by my alter ego you could say. The order of the black knights: Pesmerga. Next was how to control myself, and then my sight. Controlling my instincts, my movements, the very core of my being has never been easy. My mind thinks like a human, telling me I shouldn't do this, should do that…

But my body reacts to the stench of a challenge or battle. It reacts with the single drop of blood, willing me to tear whatever, whoever it is to pieces. Its an abyss of constant inferno, like an affectionate puppy my hands automatically clutch to the weapons. Delicately in a pleasant comfortable hold. Piercing and slashing wildly. But always accurate. It eludes me to why that is so. But I've grown not to care, and let the barbaric part of my mind take over. Never considering anything rational until after my satisfaction is taken care of.

Yet…

I never am satisfied.

I think like I've been satisfied, but I don't feel satisfied. I don't eat, nor drink. I don't have pleasures. I don't have any hormones to take another glance at a stray human, never consider what a family would be like. Every glance, every single sight of a human disgusts me. And to think I was one of them! Walking around as if to be the superior race! Demons far outclass humans, even in law and order! Strength, agility, my kind surpasses all of it!

"Yuber. We'll be getting to town soon. You are allowed to wander as you wish. Don't draw attention to yourself."

Humans really do think they are superior, this certain one thinks himself above humans, his very own race! Strutting around like he's a king, deciding on disrupting the balance of the 27 runes. Creating a mass outbreak of war between what was once peaceful and on rational terms with each other. Having no need to raise arms up until a few days ago. Which led to chaos, distrust, war, destruction, secrets, that will sure to spread across the continent.

How ironic! The one I refer to as 'master' Luc has created something I have only been too happy to re-create! His goal and mine are completely different! How confused he is, doing a goal for himself, and creating a dream, a paradise for me. His selfish ambition to commit chaos as an everyday world spread problem will aid me in my decision, my fate to lead all into chaos.

"Of course Master Luc." I speak, certain that the brown haired summoner ignored my answer. His posture says he's thinking, but also planning out what all of us is to do. My lopsided grin turns to a scowl behind their backs, directed more so to the two individuals flanked side by side on Luc. Summoner he may be, true rune bearer of wind he may also be. But he also carries the weight of two unneeded hindrances.

A mage with the attitude of a small childish girl, always listening and doing whatever is told to her. She lacks the initiative, and scold those that do not listen or step an inch out of line. Her very own self-lacking in formatives, her needed desires as a woman and as a servant. Unable to take command will be her undoing. While she is my source of problems that stem in Luc's presence, her anger is easily a satisfying balance to my greed to kill.

The strategist on the other hand is not so. Far from it. He has the brains that none of us may possess. He also has something else to him. And like a gold coin flipped, he will take the initiative, endanger lives to save his own. Leaving him helpless to the battlefield. Where a map and compass will do him no good. This when the traitorous air hovering around him will play out, and he will have to show his straight flush in cards. He is the exact opposite to Sarah, the witch girl as she was also called. Even now if I said that she would burst into tears and attempt a spell.

How accurate it may be depended much on her brainpower.

"Hmph" I grunt in displeasure as silence quickly overrides the four of us.

The wind suddenly picked up like an ill omen, sweeping my hat up just an inch. Just enough for my other eye to see the world. Having been sheltered behind the blond bangs that skewered my right eye, an action I gratefully allowed. The slit in my eye is small, granting me no more than half the vision of my human eye, but I don't mind. Seeing wasn't my thing anyway.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem, had it not been for the rune and its influence on my body. While my eye had warped, creating a face that chilled those to the core of their very soul, it shocked me at first how…disturbing it could be. I bathe in blood, I drink it, and I lick it off my sword. But being visited by hell everyday, able to see the fate of all those that walked the living realm unnerved me. The bearer of the Chaos rune does have his own limits…

And mine is one of my five senses.

"Yuber." I snap to attention, refusing to pull down my hat as I glanced sharply to Luc. Giving him half of my attention. Subconsciously I battled against the need to shudder at the double images in front of me. To close myself and let off steam somewhere else. Anywhere. To do so though, would also mean my reputation and deceive those who thought of my attitude and constant quick remarks. Known as one that never backed down from a challenge. And heeded no warning, had no equal in living or death.

That was Yuber.

"Stay in the town, don't go wandering off. Meet at the Inn when you've had enough walking, were going to get supplies." I watch the trio, a muted hatred in my gut as they step away, leaving me behind like garbage to be stepped on. Now without my shields of comfort people on all sides of me now surround me. Not intentionally as they squirm and thrive on needed supplies to last them a days worth, throw useless coins at each other in exchange for items.

My eyes dilate more, the scenery changing. Chosen people around me, flanked by wholes, begin to rot. The skin sizzling and burning under the extreme heat. The eyeballs rolling into their eyes, until they disappear down the throat. The flesh begins to become rubbery and almost grilled to perfection. The blood suddenly escaped from the bottom of their torso, igniting like a river as it spews out onto the concrete floor. And like always I take a step back as the blood rushes to my feet. The illusion created by the rune, has become a constant occurrence in such a crowd.

As always I take steps back, accessing what is real and what is not. But the rune has indeed made the illusion. But reaching out, and grabbing hold of a mans shoulder. I can feel the tender flesh disappearing like corrosive material, a flesh eating disease that leaves the skin numb and cold. Before my fingers touch bone, I snap out of my trance. The bones…

I stop in the middle of the walkway, flanked by people, flanked by rotting zombies, and those coughing, and by skeletons. I learned that the skeletons die by a natural occurrence within a few days. The coughing ones have a chance to be saved, but in the end a disease is almost always fatal. The zombies will die the next day, their fate decided. The people will not die. Their deaths will never be fulfilled. They will eventually grow old, and die the way a human should. Impaired, alone, weak, and defenseless.

I inwardly cringe, something I am not fond of doing. Showing a human emotion akin to disgust of what I thrive on. What I fear when not spilled by my hands, or my blades. The feel is all to real as the blood gradually accumulates under my feet, the blood rising up to my ankles, but no further. The crimson fluid is like ice to the touch, warning me that it was spilled innocently, warning me of what could happen should I taint it. Feeling vulnerable and uncertain in such a situation I do my best, avoiding looking at the liquid ground as I walk through it. Slowing enough to be noticeable.

Is it an illusion?

I eye the wall, the one half of my vision melding with my other one. As if my mind wants to see more of the chaos one that I have learned to loathe. Yet also relish as a black knight. The walls of the buildings begin to rot and decay as well, much like the humans. The gravitation of a thousand years passing rewards me with the ends most vulnerable, the corners snapping off and falling toward me.

I stand calmly, aware no one else could see this. See the eye that predicts the future only I can see. Oddly I never tempted it, never considered what would happen. If I did, would Luc's destiny change? He walks as a skeleton and as the days pass, he gradually turns to dust. I have yet to notify of the significance of it. "Hey! You're holding up the line!" I'm rewarded with a harsh shove; the hat that covers me, and protects me from myself flops forward. Tilting as a favor, covering the red eye I've learned to live on with hate.

"You sir…" I say menacingly, had it not been for the fact that his recklessness snapped me back to reality, that man would have paid dearly. "Are very lucky today." He looks at me, blinking twice as he shakes his head. Going on in his findings, muttering about weirdoes and crazy people. Sardonically I grin in response, my ears able to pick up on his silent responses. Normally I would lash out would someone dare to offend me, or do so much as touch me.

"It's not needed…" I murmur to reassure myself, sliding my hands into my pockets. The folds of my pants cling to me like a chilly wind, gripping my bare skin underneath in such a fashion that I paused. Shaking my leg a tad, liking my clothes loose enough to allow good mobility. I narrow my eyes, eye I should say. Heading toward the Inn having enough excitement to last me the rest of the day.

My mind at least…

Not my body.

Sometimes I wonder when I'll be able to kick the bucket. I've stopped counting my age after a thousand. The days continue to grow old, yet I remain the same. The only thing that does grow in me. Is my mind and abilities. Will there be an end for me one day? Will they'll be someone to take the rune from me? To give me what I rightfully deserve, what I've longed for since the day reality chucked a brick at me. Forcing me to understand this was not what I was destined to. This was all because of a misfire.

My hand wound around the door of the inn, pushing the door open calmly, eyes downcast in thought. This rune, this age, this world, is not what I grew up in. This life was not one I was meant to lead. This dream of mine will never become a reality. All I've ever wanted was to die, all I wanted was to be a mortal once again. To go through life, normal, educated, to know I have a limited amount of time.

Sardonically a smile replaces my previous frown, my blue eye alert, no longer hindered by the red one. I hate the humans but I want to be one of them. To be accepted and not disgusted by the human minds. Their nature to deceive one another, instantly disputing and cutting an imaginary line between races. How much blood, years of servitude must I continue to give against my will to obtain freedom?

"Freedom…" I breathe out, low and quietly. Heading up stairs that creak and groan at the weight. "Freedom…"

"What are you muttering about?" I glance sharply, having to turn my head to the side to face the figure. Remember when I previously stated Luc didn't need the other two accomplices that flanked him, side by side? I'll admit, one human emotion has indeed remained with me.

Jealousy.

Don't laugh. It's a common trait among demons as well. Jealousy to see another do better often ends in casualties. It's the same as mating (some are very disturbing mind you…) and perhaps, becoming too obsessed with their being and interactions. "Nothing." I stated coldly, staring at the summoner with a mutual look. Eyes slowly traveling downward as the words left from my mouth. I always told myself, and kept telling myself never to become attached with anyone. Don't interact or confuse yourself. Don't do this don't do that…

Shamefully to admit I've grown to like this human. An object of affection and lust that just stands around and orders me without a blink of hesitation. His remarkable green eyes would pierce my soul at times, even in situations when he knows his limits he still strives. Never shows fear, and will welcome death. Awkwardly that is something that tugs at me to watch over him more. To make sure he succeeds. And eventually, that same idea has been conceived as affection. That I do indeed like this human among the man and woman properties of love.

"Then why stare? Unless you intend to burn me with your glare of death I suggest you retire to your room." He states equally coldly, eyes flat and perfect, on an equal balance with each other. Behind him I hear the faint approach of feet and inwardly seethe. Giving nothing more than a curt nod, I take my leave to my room. The thought of Luc telling me to retire so that he can talk to his accomplices makes me that much angrier, and as that much more jealous to ensure some point in time that I will indeed claim him. Not through words, but by mere actions.

Opening the door to my room I paused, the rune's voice continuing as I outwardly sighed.

When I'm free of this nightmare.

It may not matter anymore to my soul, drenched in blood and wars of the past and future.

Hell will be my infinite resting place

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A/N: You glare don't you, yes well if it really was Yuber-ish. In the sense if it was him. Then the fic would be a massive paragraph with the words related to killing so…this was a more in depth much toned down Yuber. And I have this idea Yuber use to be human (he has a human form…) and made up his past through exorcism and being born with demon eyes

–waves hand- Completely made up. But you never know right? ; Don't condemn my mind…I know hardly anything but what volume 1-4 of the manga can offer and bits of information on the internet. (But im getting it SOON! Possibly tomorrow 3 (but i beat 4 so...putting up oneshots of that too xD)