Another thing I hate and despise is shame, feeling pathetic about my weakness and loss. But I can't help it, that's my conviction.
Now that I think about it a little better, not only did I lose a sentimental battle where my mental dispute torments my concentration, I'm talking about my reputation. Exactly, I just caused a drop in my status as the descendant of a Vom Di Blood The Chevarlier.
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This summary of my many concerns is the beginning of my self-analysis. Right now, I'm lying on my bed thinking about what happened, and what would happen in other possible alternate futures. Again, I would like to take this opportunity to add another of my qualities that are not feasible.
Every time I will make a decision, execute an action, and think about taking any of the above in the future, I lack concentration, which is wrong for me. I guess imagining my whole life is part of it.
At this time, I am again lying on the bed in the room I am in. Something that is enough to understand, the bitter taste of defeat and the whipping words coming from the hypocrites, are the reason why I feel pathetic. Oh rather, stunned by my morals and my convictions.
Just a small sound of a door was enough to break the sharp silence in which I was immersed. Exactly, it was Michel who was entering the room.
She slowly approaches me with sadness on her beautiful face and with her hands behind her back, she looked regretful.
- Are you okay, Michael? "She says with a slow and painful tone for my ears."
- Don't worry, I only lost against that bastard.
- You know very little about vampires, what did you learn in the castle for so long?
- What do you mean? Michel.
- When you lose a battle your position and honor go down and you become the servant of others, oh rather "The dog". But in your case it is different, you are the son of the King, which stains the royalty and could give all of them big problems.
- ...
I suppose that one of my weaknesses is my ingenuity, thinking of my benefit is something that lacks validity at the moment of acting. But something was inevitable, I'm in big trouble.
- Don't worry, I'll find a way to restore my status. Anyway, I don't want any scum bothering me. I said as I got up from the bed heading to the door.
- You can only restore it with another duel. Michael replied.
- Forgive me, for my weakness.
At that moment, I couldn't hold back the tears. Exactly, the pain and loneliness forced me to hug Michel to relieve the pressure a little.
I had never cried before, I felt frustrated and hungry. I didn't eat anything for a while and it's hard to focus, something I regret making this decision.
Michel kindly hugs me tightly, helping me lose the need. Something that I thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being by my side at times like this. But, at the same time, I want to apologize for being so oblivious, because my feelings belong to someone else.
When I left that room I went straight to that bastard to challenge him to another duel. Exactly, I need to get my position back again, but I couldn't help but think of the calamity.
As I walked into the halls of the academy, the stares were obvious, everyone was looking over their shoulder at me.
The only difference was that they were flying and I was walking, so I didn't hear much of their conversations. As I picked up the pace faster and faster, I had no exact place to look for that bastard. Something obvious, the academy is very big.
At that moment, I heard the voice of that bastard who was calling my name. I didn't know where he was coming from, it was just like an order. Suddenly, a chain appeared around my neck as I heard the order, "Mikael, I order you to come to me."
An unseen force rushed me towards him like an animal, a clear disgrace to me. What hypocrites, my convictions are increasingly humiliated by these vampires.
Now I understand.
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After being treated like a dog, I reached that bastard who was waiting in a room in a faraway location.
In the end, I was kneeling in front of him and 10 other vampires from his group of idiots. He with his right foot hit me on the back of the head, forcing me to put my forehead against the ground. It was there that I took a deep breath, so as not to cloud my reasoning.
Everyone was laughing and making fun of my humiliating situation, something that aroused a little trauma on a topic that I will leave for later.
- hahaha, did you think you would beat me? Royal imbecile.
- Get your foot out of my face you fucking commoner. "I responded forcefully because of the pressure of my face against the ground"
- I still haven't introduced myself properly, my name is Lawk Domve Fretz VI.
- In the same way, the feeling is mutual, I am the one who will break your bones and play with them. "I replied calmly and friendly."
- You know something Mikael, it's hard to talk to you and your irritating sarcasm. But, I will make you feel a little pain to get your attention. After all, you and I both know you're hiding something interesting.
One of the things I never thought of, something of a shameful memory of my childhood. Everyone laughed and looked at me with that feeling that torments my existential emptiness. In simple details, Lawk held a gallon of fuel oh 'Gasoline' above me while he poured it on my face. It wasn't strange to think that they would do something interesting while one of his friends was holding a box of matches.
I was completely drenched in fuel and getting kicked by all those bastards, skillfully and without rancor, they forced me to kneel again in front of Lawk.
The strong smell of the fuel combined with its mild, bitter taste helped me reflect on my noble and kind tolerance. But my body wanted something else, my bones ached and my ribs were broken, my legs were numb, and my hunger. Exactly, is this what he should deserve from scumbags lacking empathy?
Lawk took off his shoes and placed his feet in front of me, I slowly approached his toes and gently began to lick the tips, while I sucked them without hesitation. They all laughed as they looked at me with distaste and contempt, rather, over their shoulders.
At that time, my body gave off black magic covering a little the lower part of that room. I looked Lawk straight in the eyes as my desire to eat increased and the blood of Violet and The King that was inside me, forced me to enter a state of cancer. Exactly, my sight was lost in his heart while his throbbing throat was shedding blood covering my hands, and not only my nails were stained. But, the compact and hot mass that came out of his skull entered through my eyes.
The door that forced me to turn around as it rang loudly, was the cause of that peculiar reaction. Because no one asked for mercy.