*sound of fire cackling*
There stood a lean man clad in all black suit. His long white hair fluttering alongside the sorrowful breeze as of carressing his very being. His gaze was hollow yet so...deep.. There's not even an ounce of will or fire in that pair of crimson orbs. His super pale skin glows under the bright moonlight and his red lips are smeered with red liquid, dripping down to the dead burning ground.
His eyes scanning through the whole place, a place which is currently littered with dead bodies, both of humans and dark creatures, giving off putrid scent. He shuts both of his eyes and his lips pursed into a thin line. For once, he looks vulnerable..like a real human.
A warm hand pats his left shoulder with a firm grip,
"Great job, Arut. You've proven your upmost loyalty again and again to our side, to me."
He ignores the entity and inwardly sighs in exhaustion of what? He's not sure anymore. Maybe from constant repetitions of his damn life without being able to die or just the same repetitive events laying out in front of his damn eyes in every single lives.
This life might not be his original one, since he was once a totally different person before he got transmigrated as Deon, but this life felt just like his. Both him and original Deon suffered from bad childhood, both of them were the victim of the society, and both of them were the villain. They even eerily possessed the exact same facial features that they could pass as twins. He wonders if Deon was already in heaven or not..
"Listen well, all of you! The Emperor and his armies have all perished! Now all of the lands under his jurisdiction are ours to own, ours to hold and ours to conquer! Congratulations to all of those who fought selflessly until the very end and mostly, great job to our Corps Commanders!! All of you shall rest well as tomorrow there will be the most grandiose celebration feast!"
Loud cheers echo all over the place, making the whitehaired male squints his eyes to will the headache away. He is starting to feel thirsty and he needs something to satiate it. Something warm and thick..something liquidy and metallic..something like.....blood.
No, he's not a vampire nor a dark elve. He's still a human, if you're wondering. Even before transmigrating, he has always had somekind of obsession with the crimson liquid.
And having Deon's crimson orbs since birth wasn't really helping. A cursed child, born from the Hart County where the family is famous for black hair and green eyes (ngl, he missed his original avada green eyes) . A child so uniquely resembles a vampire but much prettier yet so sickly. Sometimes, people even called him the embodiment of dark angel. Not that he could really blame them because Deon really looks like one.
Moreover, since his third life, he has lost the privilage of feeling. The luxury of emotions, he lost all of those. He could feel and see the dark hollow hole in his heart, cold and...lonely.
"Arut..?"
Suddenly the picture of Cassius and Cruel comes across his mind. Hastily, he swats them away and turns his gaze onto the voice owner, Jaykar.
".. Arut, are you okay?"
His crimson orbs meet the electric blue orbs. Jaykar...how does he says this...Jaykar..he might not be as much important as Cassius to him, but, while Cassius is his favorite best friend, Jaykar is..his demonic twin flame..maybe. He respects him a lot since his first life and they had been very close during his second dragged over to his fifth life,well, until his exhaustion took over.
He could no longer bring himself to befriend anyone let alone letting anybody else gets close to him. His life was and is still full of bitterness, heartbreaks and despair. Somehow he wonders if he was just a terribly real thing in a terribly false world and that was why he is so much in pain.
"Hm, I don't know.....not anymore..maybe Im okay..and maybe Im not. But, none of that is important anyway."
Maybe he should spend the whole night praying to his fallen star to regain some sanity...
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Jaykar wipes off the smeered blood on his face and his eyes trailed oved to the Zero Corps Commander, the strongest corps commander even thoufh the latter is a human. His eyes soften seeing the what he assumed as serene look plastered on the pretty long white haired male. He really is beautiful...sinfully so..
Dare he says, almost everyone harbored a crush to the male but the said male is just too dense and oblivious guy who is clearly socially stunted or something. He might be close but he's so far of their reach. It felt like the whitehaired commander is keeping a very big distance between him and everyone else.
Sometimes they were upset with how the latter kept the wide gap and hardly able to be approached. Hence, they always kept their eyes on him as it felt like..he's going to go missing anytime if they ever lost sight of him even for a second.
When Arut said he's not okay, it took him a lot of will to hold his body from leaning forward and hugs the latter to oblivion. He has never seen the male lost any composure, not even a slightest weakness. And to finally see the crumbling mask, he was utterly taken aback as he saw the concealed sorrow swirling in the crimson orbs.
Has he finally snapped or was he just a good actor, pretending to be okay all these times when he's with them? Whatever it was, it hurted him so much because he could do nothing for his crush.
"Come on, you need to rest Jay. Tomorrow is a big day after all. Wont want to disappoint the king by looking like a haggard sleep-deprived homeless people for the feast."
You look like the one who needs rest the most, Arut..you looks like you're gonna collapse anytime...not like he could say that to his crush. There's no need to add more to his crumbling wall. So, as always, he just nods and smiles.
"Yeah, sure Arut. Come on, walk with me."
Jaykar puts his hand onto his chest at the sheer happiness of being able to walk aside his crush. His heart almoat leaps out of his chest whenever their shoulders or hands bumped into each others.
Oh, how I wish I could make you mine..Arut.
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*breeze swirling*
Deon props his arm onto the railing and his gaze falls onto the bright red moon. The hollow in his heart is getting bigger and deeper. What else is he suppossed to do now? He has obtained all of the fragments of god, now he is no longer under the curse of a repetitive reincarnations; meaning; this will be his last life, his last world, his last dimension.
He should be feeling happy, right? He should've been celebrating this. In times like this, he really wished for a companion. If only he could see and meet his fallen angel..
'I will always be with you, Deon. In your heart, your mind..as long as you don't forget me, I will always exist. So don't forget about me..'
I hate you Cassius. In every of my lives, you always left me. No matter how much you promised to stay, to always be with me, in the end, you always left. You sworn me forever, yet you broke it all the times. Maybe, just maybe.. the word 'forever' was a word meant for memories, not for people..
His thought changed to his brother, Cruel Hart. As much as he seemed like he hated Cruel's gut, he never did. He was just, feeling a little bit of resentment for the stupidly idiotic older Hart for being dumb and weak in his first life as Deon. (he transmigrated as Deon when Deon was in the beginning of his 3rd year war)
Well, where was he when Deon was being bullied by other noble children? Where was he when Deon was dying sick on his pristin white bed and begging to die every night?
Where was he when Deon was utterly depressed for being neglected and ignored? Where was he when Deon was dying in the war? If it wasn't for him inhabitating Deon's body, Deon might've already been dead and died in loathement.
If anything, he loathes people who ignored shits when they themselves could do something in their power to prevent shits. Just like freaking McGonagall and Remus Lupin. Forcing the scowl away at the disgusting names, he slaps his right cheek in annoyance.
'Rynan...'
Deon jolts at the mysterious voice in his head..was it his imagination?
'Rynan....'
Okay, now he's getting creeped out. Who the fuck..
'Close your eyes, child. And your question shall be answered..'
Okay, first of all, he's not a freaking child..but well..they said curiosity kills the cat, and luck better be on his side as he's one of a cat too, ehem, a black panther to be exact..
Duh, fuck this. Doing as what he was told to, he suddenly found himself at the place that he felf calm the most..the place where he met his most annoying frenemy of the elven king; the Land of the Fairies. Speak of the stupid king, has he aged up yet?
He tched at the putrid scent of lilies; his most hated flower. He seriously loathes that specific scent so much. Surely, because of his stupid femalw birth-giver..His instinct tells him to touch the Tree of World and so he does. The tree glows white and the same previous voice made itself into his head once again.
'We meet again, child of the moon, twice blessed by the star and death.'
Deon tilts his head in confusion,
Child of the moon? I thought only werewolf are the moonchild though?And what with the 'Blessed by the star and death?' What does that means? And who are you, creepy voice?
The voice chuckles slightly before continuing,
'The elvens and the fairies called me the Essence of the World Tree, but you can call me.....The Morningstar.'
Morningstar..as in the fallen...Don't tell me....!
'Yes, indeed it's me, Lucifer Morningstar.', the voice replies with an obvious hint of affection. Hell, the voice was overloaded with sunshine, daisies and lollipops.
Deon feels like crumbling from the overwhelming combusting unknown emotion either from relief or what else, he knows not anymore. He slaps his cheeks and his gaze went glazed..
Lucifer...his Lucifer....
'Yes Rynan, it's me, your one and only Lucifer. I did heard all of your prayers all these times. Your stories, your griefs, everything...I must say, I missed you so much and I truly regrets for taking such a long time to reach you....'
Oh, he heard...he...really heard...
Shaking his head, he motions for his Lucifer to carry on,
'I assure you are aware of the Deathly Hallows, Rynan.'
Deon tilts his head and hums, deathly hallows as in the Elder Wand, Sorcerer's Stone and Invisibility Cloak from Harry Potter..of coure he does...
'While it is true, that after one managed to collect all three of the hallows, one would be granted an immortality..however, you..you were already blessed by Death even before your life as Rynan..'
Deon stills, his heart is now beating wildly against his chest. What is this dreadful feelings? Im originally Rynan Markov-Black..right?
'I deeply apologize for having to be the one to break this truth to you, since Death is currently still unable to reach you as he is still...under a certain predicament..but Rynan, you were not originally a Markov and Black. You..were not even real, child.'
What do you mean Im not real?!
'Your real name was Akaashi Seijuuro. You died of leukemia when you were 15..'
Oh, so he was an asian in his past life, eh? No wonder he was obsessed with kimchi during his life in Hoghwarts. Dang, I miss my kimchi..
Stupid Rynan, now is not the time for kimchi!
'Back to your existence, how should I say this..hm, both Rynan and Seijuuro are fictional characters that was written in a novel.'
Deon's eyes widen in shock. The fuck..so all these times, his lives were..fucking lies? Is he saying that all of those fucking sufferings were fuckingly narrated by a fucking human?! Is this current shits going on was narrated as well?! Fuck this, I don't even know shits anymore. And what main character? If anything, he was the fucking villain!
Lucifer was quick to object.
'No, this was not orchestred, child. Just please listen to my explaination, okay?'
Letting out a small sigh, Deon did just that.
'Very well, Im terribly sorry Rynan. Let me just cut this short and simplify this for you. A human male has.. created a novel about Akaashi Seijuuro aka you who died of leukemia. Years later, he created a new novel about said Akaashi Seijuuro being reincarnated as Harrison Potter aka Rynan which was obviously you. He then created another novel of you being transmigrated as Deon Hart.'
Deon grits his teeth in concealed anger and confusion. Just why..why?! What did he do to deserve this?! All those sufferings!
'To sum it all up, Death accidentally blessed his main character with his own soul and since then, I could hear you..Rynan. I could feel your soul..your magic..'
Deon immediately knelt down from the terrorizingly agonizing despair. So that's what being blessed by Death meant..
'Yes, that's correct. And Death was currenrly being punished by Father the Almighty, and while it was not my doing, I couldn't help but gets attracted to you when you first prayed to me. Your were the first and only human to belive me, to sympathize with me, to practically understand my predicament..I for once felt..hope.'
Deon was stunned and speechless. Amd Lucifer took that as a permission to continue.
'Plese don't cry, my child. It hurts me to see so..'
Since when did he...he touches his face and gasps in surprise. It has been so long since he was able to shed a tear..He hastily wipes them and speaks,
What about the blessing of the star?
'Ah, as for it, the star was meant for me obviously, and it means Im blessing you with my grace, Im giving you a chance to start... anew..'
Deon bites his underlip, heart clenching painfully. Start anew huh? That sounds tempting but..he's kind of exhausted anyway. He just wanted a sweet eternal death..
'Please give this a chance, Rynan. I wanted to show you the wonder of the real world..I wanted to see you smile again..please, for me?
The idea of stepping outside to the real word does sounds plausible..Are you really giving me a new chance..? No funny business?
'No funny business. This is your chance, my moonchild. You have suffered enough and Father has granted permission to me for this. Think of this as a token for believing in me all these time even though Father had casted me out of my sanctuary. Even when I was a mere fallen angel..And thank you for your belief and prayers that kept me the brightest star both in the morning and the night.'
Deon shakily exhales. New chance...he can start anew...he wonders if he could do this again..
'I take that as a yes then, Rynan.'
Deon subconciously nods and shuts his eyes.
Without him knowing, his body glows a crimson mist, his eyes glowing red and somewhere in an eternal endless dimension, an omnipotent entity wept. His soulless eyes glinting manically and with a wave of his hand, a vortex started to form, rippling between dimensions.
Deon contently shuts his eyes and sincerely smiles for the first time in centuries.
Don't leave me alone, Lucifer...
'I won't even dream of it, Rynan.'
Ah, he forgot to tell his favorite human that he will be carrying his current traits as Deon Hart and gets to do magic again. And some of the charactwrs that would be given a chance of life in the real world as well..Heheheh~
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Rushing towards Arut's room, Jaykar can't stop but feeling like something wrong is happening. His Arut Radar is tingling hard. Please don't let something happens to him..!
As soon as he arrived, he pushes the door open without even knocking and his eyes widen in shock when he sees his crush is glowing red at the balcony.
"A..rut...??" The said male doesn't response or doesn't seem to hear his voice. He opts for another try only to gasp loudly when the latter gets...invisible...?
"Arut!!!!!" He runs to the whitehaired commander, hand pushing forward to grab the latter only to fail as the latter bursts into red glittery dusts and disappear like he was never there in the first place.
Jaykar is terribly shocked that he doesn't even have time to panic. He stands there, eyes blinking unbelievingly. Without him knowing, a tear slides down his left cheek and in that moment, he knew, the latter won't be coming back, ever.
He fell to the floor and silently cries, weeping for his lost. His lost chance to confess. His lost connection with his crush that he had fallen..hard..
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Somewhere in Lunzer See Lake, Austria, a certain white-haired boy aged around 9 years old is slowly batting his eyes open from under the frozen lake. His unique crystallic blue eyes with crimson iris glows red and the ices cracked.