Ch 19: Historia De Un Dios
Author's note: Take heed. The F-word is used a lot.
I was born in Osaka, Japan on March 12th, 1970. My mother was a fine woman, caring, loving. She died shortly after Santon's birth but my father kept her reproductive organs alive, which was how my sister Anna was born. My father…well…he was strict to say the least, but he loved us. He loved his children greatly, sometimes I think he would have given up all of his dreams just to see his children before. He was loving, caring man…
Heh….heheheheh…what fucking bullshit. My father was a fool. A damn hypocritical asshole who didn't give a damn about his children. All he gave a damn about was our own historical lineage. The oh so great "Kakuzawa family line." Fuck family lines! That's all he ever talked about, never gave a damn about us really. He always went to our sister, little miss perfect Anna with her horns and Vectors. Big ass whoop there, how will horns achieve anything, how will vectors achieve anything.
Santon. My idiotic brother tried so hard to please my father, always explaining the power of the Diclonius. How were the best fucking thing in the universe. Damn the thought makes me sick. It takes more than just a pair of horns on your head, or some occult power to make you a god. But I listened to his words anyways…they drove into my mind.
You are better.
You are superior.
You are complete.
You are kin of God!
Then that faithful day came. Oh Anna was so fucking proud of herself that day. She didn't' know what the hell was going on. All she yapped about was "I'll be superior father…" again, and again…and again! It was sickening. I guess I was proven wrong though, she became superior alright. A superior ugly bitch who was stuck in the water. Telling the future, big ass whoop there. The future is mine to choose. But no, dear father so wanted to rid the world of humans. Prove to the world that the true masters of the planet were Diclonius.
Fuck Diclonius! I don't give a damn about humans are Diclonius. I obviously don't fall under either category. What does that make me, a freak, a monster? All I have ever known is that there has been a war going on. A war between two races who can't see past their fucking egos that they're not different. Horns, arms, it matters not. So fucking hypocritical! So damn fucking idiotic!
I had made my own life, a life against this war. Let the humans and Diclonius butcher each other. See if I give a fucking damn about it. Then it happened, the incident at Institution Z. It amazes me how much publicity some pink haired bitch can get. Yeah Lucy you made quite a hassle for everyone didn't you? Walking around, killing armed guards like nothing. Damn let's just erect a statue of you and start praying to you like a god! My father constantly yapped about you. Have sex with the Queen, prosper the Diclonius race.
God I hated my father so much!
His ideas, so damn stupid. Then the bastard goes and gets himself killed. Dies like a fucking dog, decapitated, dead. Anna too. Pardon my lack of knowledge but most "superior" people do not die such pathetic deaths! They deserved it! Fuck them all!
Fuck father…Fuck Anna…Fuck Santon…Fuck Franco… Fuck 35...Fuck Lucy…Fuck 7...Fuck Celia. Fuck every last one of them.
I faltered…
I believed myself to be a god. Oh father your loving words are like a curse to me. I bean to believe you. I began to work in capturing the Diclonius, bringing them to the institutions. I was working in Institution A, while you and my dear brother were Institution Z. I remember the day of that call. When Lucy Elfenliar escaped from the facility. How much of a fucking senile old man could you be! Then of course, you screw everything up! You have her in the palm of your hands, you have the pure male Diclonius and you fuck it all up!
And yet…I followed in your footsteps.
Somewhere in my mind, I too wanted to become a god. I admit, the thought amazed me at times, even when said I detested it. I imagine myself atop a throne, looking down at my handiwork. You know, I really hate to admit, but being a god…I might not be too bad.
I changed. Father your words hit me deeply. It was either human or Diclonius and I chose the latter. I gathered the dream to become god, but only if all else failed. I created this elixir of dead Diclonius, fused my mind and soul to it. I became what I detested in my sister, I became a god.
I must say…
It feels pretty damn fucking good!
On January 1st, 1943, Kakuzawa Genshuru was born.
On February 5th, 1969, my father married Yumie.
On December 19th, 1971, Kakuzawa Santon was born.
On March 2nd, 1979, Kakuzawa Anna was born.
On September 2nd, 1985, the first Diclonius institution was created by my father.
On July 23rd, 1986, Anna became a goddess!
On August 11th, 2001, Kakuzawa Franco was born.
On November 3rd, 2005 every dream my father had was shattered.
On June 1st, 2009, I…Kakuzawa Torino…
…became a god.
"This is the history of the Kakuzawa family Queen Celia." Torino said, his hand holding Celia tightly in his grasp. "Every single one of us was born and gone through the path, each achieving the aspect of a god. This is what my father was talking about! This is what it means to be a god!
A god who will never die!
A god who will rule this planet with an iron fist. Heh, humans, Diclonius. No, this world is not good enough for either of you. From this point onwards, the only ones who will walk the Earth, will be gods. You Diclonius can rot away with the humans you loathe so much.
Farewell…
Queen of the Diclonius.
The pressure increased on Celia's body. She screamed, the pain surrounding her body. Torino was crushing her, making her gasp for air! Her bones moments from breaking! She thought of everything, to die like this! It really was pathetic…she didn't believe much in karma but damn if this wasn't karma, nothing was. She thought of Tanya and the other Diclonius who risked their own lives to save her. She thought of the Diclonius, fighting outside these walls for her sake! They were dying out there, and she was going to be killed by this creature.
"No."
Celia paused.
"I refuse to give up my world to this bastard! The Diclonius race will prosper and we will get rid of the human waste. This ugly bastard here, is just in the way. I want him dead."
"No."
"What was that?" Torino asked perplexed.
"Do you really think, I'm going to give up and die, because some ugly bastard like you is telling me that? Let me tell you something…" Celia growled.
"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"
An explosion echoed through the caverns followed by a scream form the creature that had been pained. A massive arm hurdled into the air, crashing into the waters below. Torino screamed and cursed, his six eyes glaring down at the girl who had abruptly changed. Her eyes were no longer red, they were pitched black, dark and menacing. Her horns had extended, they were long and lined. But her power had changed.
Swarms of vectors flew around her body. The entire cavern was shaking under her power. Over 50 vectors, nearly 25 meters long kicking up the dirt and tombstones around it. Through the center of this maelstrom, a single girl. A single 17 year old Diclonius girl.
Queen Celia.