Rain gives way to the truth of the world and it speaks true for me. So there I stood with a scowl on my face staring at her wretch's face, The words our Love was a lie and I didn't want to have your baby flew out her mouth. You would always hear about these moments and read about them or watch them on tv but subconsciously you think that it would never happen to you.
And there I stood, Hands clenched in a rebellious manner with my nails digging into my skin. Every fiber of my being wanted to hurt her but how could I, she carried our child and we lived an affluent life and didn't want for much, a Penthouse view and a stocked fridge. She stared at me with hate as If I was in the wrong just five minutes ago our fucking neighbor was just running out of our damn house.
"You will forever be from the bottom and I wiss... I wish I never met you, Marco" Shouted Sylean.
"ENOUGH!!!!"
"I want you out, not yesterday not tomorrow but right F'ing NOW" I shouted and subconsciously swung my hand for it to meet the porcelain glass of a vase, "Bang" it broke the shrapnel wasted no time parting my skin to taste the blood laying below it. I began to shake slowly the thick piece of glass loving every second they get to stay in.
There was a moment of silence as we both registered what just accord and but as she stepped forward and flinches ran through me as my head jolted upward and stared at her now frozen self. "Don't you fucking dare" I released and miserable shout. My blooded hand rose and a finger found its way in front of her face and she looked even more shook.
"OUT!!!, GET OUT NOW!!!"
She flinched and turn I heard the soft whimpers of pain as tears streaked down her cheeks. The knocking of her heels where the only thing left as a memory of her and what she brought to our relationship.
At some point, a bottle of liquor found itself in my hands and the fluids kissed the innards of my cheeks and stomach. With each step, I staggered towards our balcony overlooking the view below and as my hand grasped the iron bar a relenting pain shook my stomach but I stood firm and placed the bottle down, looked out, and lifted my hand gripped a shard and yank it.
"AaaaaaaHa" I shouted the pain waited for no one as it assaulting my brain. I picked up the bottle and as I went to pour some alcohol onto my foot slipped on the pool of blood that had gathered at the bottom of my foot. The slip collided my stomach with the iron bar and glass, gravity was playing for favorites tonight because I went over just a little bit too easy but as I was going down I reached out and tried to grab the bar but was met with an intense pain instead of relief but my hand slammed down with the glass shards in it and my own blood splashed backward onto my face.
My fingers didn't close and fall greeted me.
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"Now Now Now" spoke a voice regal and content in a sense of the word. Marco's eye's jolted open and he whipped his head around looking for who spoke, strangely enough he felt clear and healthy. A shadow so big loomed over his head as he raised his head to look up he was greeted by a sight unknown to his modern eyes.
For a short moment, his brain could process it all. "Ahh, shii shoot sorry there young one give me a moment. The figure waved his hand and a thick fog rolled in sweeping through the space both man and entity stood. " It has been decades since someone with my attribute has died so I have slacked on the procedures some, forgive me".
"Now Young one, you might not be able to accept this but you have died in whatever world you are from" The figure's eye seems to convey the sentence to macro. Marco's eyes widen and for that moment pain jolted up his right hand which brought him to his knees. "As protocol demands of me, would you like to witness your final moments." Marco flinched but he nodded and said "Yes".
"Ahh my boy, That's just too.." The figure was going to continue but a glance at macro he knew he should just continue.
"SO, to the important information listen up my boy this is no game and I'm in no mood to give out threats so I would Like our relationship to be a steady one. The reason your here and not floating in the stars or the cosmo like others is a simple thing really, My worlds seed pulls individuals from different planes and planets and collects them to balance its world order, Now with that being said I could be seen as a God to you or A warden to some but I'm not the only one". The figure said and gave a short moment for macro to digest it all.
Marco looked up at the pulsing white eyes and cocked his eyebrow and replied "Simple huh" A short just blew at him when he said that but he was still upright. " The reason you in front of me becomes a bit specific, You see it seems the World seed has decided that my punishment has been lifted and has granted me a Vassel to will my power and attribute back to." he recounted and macro became more suspicious of this figure. "Punishment " Marco asked while looking up.
"Ehmm Ehmm well you see my boy a Vassel of mine did a few things and I was to pay for it while he paid with his life so here comes the offer my boy would you Like to be Vassel of the Pale one." The moment of silence came and it lasted quite longer than both of them expected. Marco looked up and with a short but sad smile he answered " I have nothing to lose do I, I'm already dead aren't I". The figure looked down sharply as if to evaluate him and he responded " Well here is the thing you won't be returning to being a living being."
"HuH" the words echoed out and macro bodies began to drop at a steady speed down as the old man's voice drifted to his ears. "I'm afraid taking back your words will not be happening, and so I do for you what I have not done in a long time, I take from you your name, The memories of your pain but in return, I gift you the Undead Reservoir, The Crowned Pale Fire and Last and my personal favorite the Domain of Glass, give em hell my Vassel I finally get to watch again don't dis appoint me.