I can't believe I'm the vasal.
This isn't what I'm planning to achieve.
I was only planning to diss that idiot of a professor.. And then—it went down, deeper than the depths of Tartarus' domain.
Things eventually got out of hand.
My classmates thought at first, it was me being possessed by some evil spirit. But no.
Considerably, I am being "possessed" but in a more different context.
I'm like a container for that soul to perform any "supernatural" activities it wishes.
And it's no ordinary soul or evil spirit—as to what they spectated—it's the soul of the prominent Lady Vera.
I even look like her! And my name can form the nickname Vera too. So much for "tradition" or whatever they want to claim it as.
On the bright side, my professor was proven guilty, got kicked out and might not be able to teach again. And my classmates seem to be adjusting well with me—or is it even "me" that they're adjusting well with?
But I'm not used to this new life bestowed upon me. I'm upset, burdened with this curse.
This is like living with Hades or Tartarus!
'You'll have to get used to it now, my dearest indirect descendant.'
I internally rolled my eyes at the voice.
'You should be actually thanking me for a such amazing blessing. Who knows?'
"Blessing? More like a curse." I muttered under my breath, taking caution to whoever might hear me.
But hearing her laugh hysterically in my head made me irritated.
'I'm in class, can't you just not disturb me?!' I mentally shrieked at her.
'If world domination calls you forth, in class or not, you must listen to me. I'm no mere disturbance. I am you, you are me. Enjoy your new life, descendant.' she parted with a laugh that resembles someone carefully brewing her steps into victory.
And this went on for almost a full month now.
A never ending cycle.
There are times I would spew out what they call "mana" and I would be oblivious of it.
Sometimes I would—out of the blue—speak gibberish spells and I would still be heedless about it.
I'm in a haze. My consciousness is drifting, like as if there's an inner battle.
This "new" life—this isn't what I signed up for—this is beyond an experience of Hell.
This isn't what I should be living!
I cannot even go out frequently due to drastic changes.
No.. This can't be. I—I must be going crazy!
'Tch. This vasal is too weak for me to settle with. But I got no choice.' the sinister voice inside of my head said
"Y-You're just a v-voice in my head! Stop! Stop! Get out! Get out!"
I screeched and screeched, before I was knocked off.
"You just don't learn, do you?" the voice laughed, it's as if the voice wasn't inside me now.
I see a silhouette, standing proud and tall, in front of me.
Rain poured as if there was a storm brewing.
"I'm.. Light-headed.. I'm dizzy." I groaned.
But instead of completely getting out of my life, she stood still.
Thunder stroke as she marched towards my weak and knocked off body. She gently caressed my head—with a sinister smile—I heard her utter words.
Words that horrified the sh** out of me.
"Eternal goodbye, darling! Rest well!"
And then, everything turned black as it should be.