RE: DEATH
Summary
Natsuki Subaru the hero of lugunica the slayer of the white whale and great hare saving water
gate city from the attack of the witch cult is arrested over suspicions of him being the Sin
Archbishop bishop of pride.
Chapter 1: The Fake
Drip*
Cold walls on all four sides
Drip* *Drip*
Dark and isolated to the point distinguishing day and night was almost impossible
Drip* *Drip* *Drip*
In the silence of the presumed night decide by the rotation of guards only the sound of blood
dripping was heard
Drip*
"1 Min"
Drip* *Drip*
"3 Min"
The prison cell was a tomb, not for the body but for a person's morale.
Time lost all meaning.
The guards, his only connection to the world, moved in almost the same rhythm every
day, their footsteps a fragile lifeline. Then, silence. A suffocating silence so deafening
that a person was unable to hear his own thoughts.
He was alone.
In the corner of the cell sat a boy with mean-looking "eyes," counting his death with each
passing second, keeping a record of each drop of blood lost in the pool of blood that
formed beneath him.
He examined his body for damage. He looked at his skinny arms, which were very close to
looking like just bones due to malnutrition.
His bloodshot right eye was long gone.
His vision blurred while adjusting to the darkness, and a strong pain accompanied the effort.
His toes and fingers had been cut off when his torturers witnessed his way of inflicting self-
harm by scratching his wrists, assuming it to be his way of trying to kill himself.
He tried to catch a glimpse of how he looked by peeking at the reflection in his blood, but
luck was in Favor of saving the boy's sinking boat of sanity by not letting him witness the
horrors his face portrayed.
"Uuh, I lost count again. How many times was it?" He groaned.
"How many months has it been?" He questioned himself.
Slowly the only sound of blood dripping started to go faint his eyes became heavy, and he
fainted on the cold floor.
The
boy
died.
A shadow arm lunges itself to his chest caressing his heart.
(Note: Play "call of the witch" by kenichiro suehiro)
A shadow engulfed him whole, He had eyes, but he couldn't see he had mouth but
wasn't able to breath suffocating in the thick layer of miasma.
He opened his "eyes" wide with mouth wide open missing some of his teeth's grasping for
air like a fish who jumped out of its fish tank.
"Nyow Nyow don't get so excited we are here to play with you longer than usual nya!" – A voice
eccentric and tone feminine enough that might sound sweet to its first time listeners
He looks up he touches his right eye the pain almost gone upon the realization his eyes
widened, and pupils narrowed he holds his head and sheds a tear how many times has
he repeated this.
He returned by death to the start from where his hell began and the test to keep his
sanity intact a hell that he won't even wish upon his enemies.
"Today I am going to break down that pride of yours nya. acting like an inneowcent selfless
individual while talking big about being the knight of one the royal candidates! A weakling like you
can't even beat a kid who aspires to be a knight.
You look pathetic and coward spewing lies when you finally get caught" – the cat boy glared holding
back his rage to mess this boy up to his core.
"Natsuki Su… no you damn which cultist don't deserve to be given respect by acknowledging
your name"- the cat boy spoke shooting daggers through his eyes.
"Archbishop of PRIDE we will give you another chance to spill everything about your filthy fellow
witch worshippers"- the cat boy yelled.
Pride felt a sense of Déjà vu as over the Od knows how many times, he Returned by
death to this same checkpoint due to him dying every time.
Every time he dies his brain might get used to the humiliation, Shame and torture
but his body resets healing his pain receptors which should have gone numb long
back reminding him How he failed.
"Acting as if you can't hear me nya, won't help you" The Cat boy spoke looking at the
silent Pride staring into the abyss.
(Note: Play "Requiem of Silence" by kenichiro suehiro)
The Cat Boy looked at pride who face was painted with colors red, black, yellow
(anger, grief and apology)
"NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHH
AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHH"
The Cat Boy let out a hysterical Laughter which echoed into the silent dark abyss of
the cell.
"HAAA Di…did ya finally realizes you are done for nya an…a..and now you try to look like
an abandoned animal" The Cat Boy mocked pride.
It was shocking that these murderers, these disgusting witch worshipers who took
many lives many innocent lives are now suddenly looking like a painting painted
with all colors of emotions.
The cat boy refused to believe it; He won't fall for the oldest trick in the book.
"You are truly slothful, pride" The Cat boy spoke with a smug grin.
"FFFFFFEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLIIXXXXXXXXXXXX" Pride yelled at the top of his lungs
with the little breath he had left.
Memories came back to him; the day he fought Sloth.
He recalled the number of times he had to go through the pain, the number of times
he failed everyone.
Emilia, Ram, Petra, the people at Arlem village and Rem, He couldn't save anyone
and due to his failure Rem ended in being a victim of gluttony with her name and
memories eaten she was in a state of suspended animation and was reduced to a
lifeless doll that once smiled brightly, cheered for him and at times also caring for
his wellbeing making him feel calm and putting a stop to his undeserved harshness
towards himself.
Suddenly Prides mind went blank it echoed.
"You are truly slothful, pride You are truly slothful, pride You are truly slothful, pride You
are truly slothful, pride You are truly slothful, pride You are truly slothful, pride YOU ARE
TRULY SLOTHFUL YOU ARE TRULY SLOTHFUL YOU ARE TRULY SLOTHFUL YOU ARE
TRULY SLOTHFUL SLOTHFUL SLOTHFUL SLOTHFUL SLOTHFUL"
He remembered the cold bodies of everyone, he felt bile rise to his mouth.
"My brain trembles,
Aren't you a slothful one?"
"I have been waiting for you, dear believer of true love" he remembered Betelgeuse.
He relived the events of rem being tortured with the authority of sloth he
remembered the horrors of Betelgeuse twisting and breaking every bone in rems
body.
"No matter what painful things happen, even when it looks like you'll lose... when no one
else in the world believes in you... when you don't even believe in yourself..."
"I will believe in you!" Memories of rem started flooding back.
Pride didn't know what face he made but his reaction surely made Felix the cat boy
flinched and took a step back he jumped up towards Felix, in a blink of an eye he
was thrown and held on the cold prison floor.
Pride in blind rage tried to forcefully get out of the grasps of whoever was holding
him down, out of desperation he attempted to bite the individual's hand holding his
head down facing the dirt of the cell smelling the blood damped stone floor.
But his attempt was cut short as he was immediately slapped that made him snap
out of it and look at the individual.
He was wearing a royale knight uniform, the same as Felix but for some reason his
appearance screamed pride, perfection and determined to achieve whatever goal
he had in his mind.
The determined knight looked down on pride with disgust and anger.
He then stepped back, turned to Felix and bowed.
"Felix-Sama please excuse my unannounced sudden intrusion, but we should be more
wary of him after all he is a part of the cult that worships which of envy" The
determined knight spoke calmly and in a respectable manner.
Felix was shocked to see how pride was suddenly so animated and full of life
without a hint of guilt like he was before.
He took this observation into account and ruled that his judgement about pride
playing victim was correct.
"You don't have to be so formal with me Julius we are friends Afterall" Felis looked
towards the determined knight and spoke while still collecting himself from prides
sudden outburst.
"I am Honored to be bestowed the title of a friend and an ally of the greatest healer in
the kingdom, The holder of the title Blue."
"Felix 'Blue' argyle-Sama" Julius spoke with a smile on his face.
Felix frowned witnessing how much Julius had changed due to his name being eaten
by gluttony and was no longer the Julius he knew.
Of course, he could trace the thin outline of his former self, but it still was a shock
to him how much a person's identity and self is built upon personal interactions and
memories.
Pride Was grinning ear to ear with the show of friendship Infront of him.
He thought to himself, "Man these torture methods are getting creative loop by loop,
Cause if that's not the case then this has to be a fucking sick joke."
"Friend, you say Ha Ha, Ally you say HA HA HA"
"HAHAHAHA HA THEN WHAT WAS MY STATUS IN YOUR MINDS, WAS I ALWAYS THE
WEAK OLD UNKNOWN BOY THE HALF-ELF ROYALE CANDIDATE ADOPTED FROM THE
LOOT HOUSE ATTACK" He mocked himself.
"HA HAHAHA HA HAHAHAHHA HAA HAHAHAHA"
"I know this laughter."
"HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAH HAHAHHAHHHA"
"The voice of the man I hate to the point of death."
Pride laughed at himself mocking his own failure. He internally agreed to his abuse
and torture, signing it off as a divine punishment for his own inability to follow the
right loop.
He wasn't Natsuki Subaru, He was not pride. Then what was he? he asked himself.
"A Fake"
Author Notes: This is my first ever fic and to be honest it was amazing experience
to write one had so many friends and other amazing fic writers help me with tips
and ideas really enjoyed it
Huge Thanks to
Momentos_Beaco
A-guy-named-Tom
some other fics I got inspired from
Forsaken hero - TheWritingPupil
Death and Beyond - strangerwager
The mirror that reflects the soul - petalil
Natsuki Subaru, The lost - obeyblocky
The Last Loop- Strandenstein
Shadows of the Forgotten- TwistedRedeem