"What are you tinkering over there?" Annalise's voice breaks me from my therapeutic working process as I look up from my latest project. "A new weapon" I reply, looking her in the eye as I muffle a yawn. She nods in understanding. Annalise and I are currently sharing a one-bedroom room in a crappy Inn, as we finally managed to get to Openshaw without any more hiccups. Alanus and the nobles are staying in some mansion on the other side of town. Speaking of the nobles, we had an unspoken agreement that our little "altercation" never happened, to save their face and keep me out of unneeded attention. Annalise has surprisingly turned out to be a nice company, she's very curious about runesmithing and soaks up the information I feed her like a sponge.
Besides that, she also is very positive and always trying to get me to see the glass half full, which I find very ironic, after all, she's planning to kill herself later in life, the astral, ever bleeding scars on her wrist haunting me daily. I stand up and stretch for a bit, my body cramped in that small ass chair. "Yo Atly, you can peek in my memories, right? When was the last time I fucked?" I mouth to the demon, not talking out loud so Annalise questions my ever dwelling mental sanity again. "Uhhh… a couple of weeks ago. Can you kill someone too? I'm really fucking bored." Alrticus replies, his voice clear as day even though his body is who knows how far, doing who knows what. "No promises'' I mouth as I walk to our coat rack, switching my usual runed white coat for a common blood-red coat, complete with a black bandanna.
"Where are you going?" Annalise questions as I ponder carrying a blade or not, deciding my demon tainted body is more than enough to get the job done. "I'm heading to a whorehouse, wanna come?" I reply, her sudden interest in picking her hair and sudden stammering not escaping my notice. "Wh-what no! I don't want my first-time lik-like that!" She bashfully replies, looking down at the ground to hide her growing blush. 'Cute' I think to myself as I head to the door.
"I'm off then, behave yourself and don't touch my shit." My voice turns cold at the end of my sentence, the threat evident. Annalise just nods in reply as I walk out of the room and down a few flights of stairs, the smell of ale and drunk gropers filling my nostrils as I enter the tavern, slowly making my way past countless drunken idiots, *superior intent fueling my gaze. Apparently being looked down upon like ants by a kid not even half your years is rather frowned upon as a few drunken townsfolk follow me outside the inn, not noticing the predatory smile growing upon my lips. By the sound of their staggering feet, I count three of them. My guess was right as I'm shoved by one of them before taking more than three steps, turning to the side as I face my new playthings.
"Look at this fucking brat, looking down on us like as if we were some fucking insect!" The leader of this merry crew spats, his drunken face full of anger at his wounded pride, somehow damaged by a FUCKING TEENAGER! Oh, it's so goddamn amusing isn't it?
"Hey hey, try to cut the kid some slack, whores don't teach kids manners after all!!" The friend on his right snickers, causing a chain of laughter between the three of them. I randomly begin to snicker, these pathetic bastards trying to beat up a kid because they felt scared is just too good. My snickering turns into hysterical laughter, freezing the three men on the spot as shivers suddenly crawl down their spines. "Don't you feel it?" I begin my voice in sync with those shivers as the three men steps back instinctively. I take a step forward. "Those shivers of fear, of uncertainty, crawling down your spine, you can feel can't you?" I repeat myself as I get closer to the leader, not even sparing the guy behind me a glance, a moment of my time. Sweat drips from his head as his hand reaches for his blade, drawing it fast to use it against me.
I'm faster.
I swiftly kick him in his no-no square, causing him to squeal in pain as he falls to his knees as I pick up the dagger hidden in his hand. "Don't worry! It'll only hurt for a bit, I promise" I whisper to the scared man as I put the blade to his forehead, carving a nice large F in his forehead as his screams of pure agony fill the street, after a minute or so I finish, admiring my handiwork before turning around to the next guy, my blood-covered knife and smile piercing in the moonlight.
"Your turn!" I chirp as I walk towards the scum who called my mom a whore, the scum who sparked memories I wanted to be buried.
"I love you Ruak, and I sure as hell know it doesn't look like it, I'm not asking for forgiveness, fuck don't EVER forgive me for how I treated you, how WE treated you, and as unbelievable as it sounds, we did it because we love you."
"Now be a good boy and fini-"
SLAP
The slap echoes down the blocks as he spits blood, teeth, and mucus off the floor, I climb up on him, my fist ready to pound him into the dirt.
"Why so quick to violence?" A voice asks me, probably whatever remains of my morality.
"What else do I have left?" I cry out to the duality of darkness and light that chain me, my fist striking the man once, twice, three times.
"Why am I like this?"
"Why am I so alone?"
"People only fear me, hate me, or forget about me.."
"Is this really worth it?"
"No one gives a rat's baby about me, why am I fighting so much for them?!"
All my rage, all my sadness, my fears, I scream them all into the void as I beg for someone to hold me, to not treat me like a sinner or a nobody.
But for once,
Someone heard my call.
* The Same idea with killing intent, but instead of bloodlust, it's how superior one feels against another or a group of people. Fernir/Ruak looked at the drunkards like we look at ants, he felt like they were nothing but insects to him. Usually, prideful and egotistical people have the highest superior aura, let alone have enough feeling and intent behind it to actually manifest itself.