Walking inside this mansion feels otherworldly. The marble floor shines underfoot, and the pillars, old, yet beautiful, tower above me. Massive windows reveal glimpses of the outside world, and the coat of arms of House Aragorn, made of gold, is placed on every door. Mansions in my world are nothing compared to this, but I'm not here for the opulence. I'm here for her.
I didn't see anything noteworthy at first. I looked at every corner of this mansion, and found nothing of significance. The servants aren't her, either. But the most interesting thing I noticed is that they don't question my presence, even though I'm clearly somewhere I shouldn't be. Maybe they assume I'm under Kira's orders.
There's one place I haven't looked yet: the basement. If I'm not mistaken, it's located in the servants' section of the mansion. I'm not wrong. At the end of the hallway, past the servants' rooms, stands the door to the basement. As Kira's personal butler, I have the privilege of keys to many rooms, and this one is no exception.
There is somewhere I didn't look and it's the basement. If I'm not wrong it's exactly in the servants section of the mansion and I wasn't wrong in the end of the hallway after all of the servants room I see the basement door, because I'm the personal butler of Kira I have the privilege of having keys to many rooms and places and one of them is the basement.
I open the door with a loud creak, nobody's used this place for a long time.
I descend the old wooden stairs. When I finally reach the bottom, I light a flame on my finger to see in the darkness. The cold hits me instantly, and the air is thick with neglect. Crates are stacked everywhere, but there's a clear path through them, so I walk forward.
As I pass by some of the crates, I peek inside, only to find something I never expected. Decapitated heads. Body parts. The eyes are wide open, staring at me with dead, hollow expressions. Their gazes follow me as I move. Hate. Love. Admonition. Disappointment. Lies. Truth. Trust. Betrayal. The emotions in their eyes are so haunting, so alive in their stillness. It's tragic, really.
So tragic, in fact, that I reach down and touch one of the heads, tilting it so its eye can see me clearly.
"What a beautiful face, a shame really."
I apply pressure. First, the head squirms, as though it's trying to escape. But it's already too late. Second, its skull caves in, decayed bone and flesh crumbling under my grip. Third, its eye pops out. Then, nothing. It's just a lump of meat and bone now, a lifeless thing that it once was.
I look at my hand that's now covered in it's blood and meat chunks.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Just what I need is a beautiful art like this and of course..."
I lick and chew on the meat, it teat simply divine, just eating this art only makes me feel full of life and energy, my body feels hot and bothered already.
"... a delicious meal."
I eat every delicious art I see in those creates, I feel my body heat reaching its peak, I slowly started giggling to myself, I started hearing them again, they hands stretching to me, I feel them, they anger and they hate... it just makes me...
Love it! Oh they scream is my music, they curses are my lullaby, they hater is my love, they anger is my happiness what a fortunate me to have them here, what a best perfection!
I walk forward as the hands follow me from behind, the eyes looking at me from the sealing, i feel the blood on the floor slowly building up to my knees but I push forward, the creates slowly close around me narrowing my way but i push forward with a smile on my face.
I could feel the hands nearing my back and the blood pool under me slowly rising to my hips, the crates slowly crushing me form both sides. All of this excited me more and more, the smile on my face becomes wider and my giggling more loude.
I could see a clearing in the end so I push through with all my power and with a final leap I reach it. The creates closed the next second with a loud *boom*, I could hear the screams before it slowly went away with everything else that come before it.
"Petty it ended quickly."
I couldn't be more disappointed the game ended way too quickly then I would have liked, but it's a game never the last, it well end some day or another.
The clearing doesn't have anything, just gray walls and floor but at the end of it something catches my eyes so of course I walk up to it.
And I see a wooden stand, a old and worn out metal armor plates with a dark cloak connected to its back, a iron mask on top of it and a black Tricorne hat.
Whoever once wore this had a fashion sense because of the gorgeous engraving on the metal plates of the armor, and not to mention the high quality fabric of cloths and cloak That has preserved over the years or centuries.
"She wasn't here, but you are so I guess it wasn't all for nothing."
I place my hand on it and with a flash of red light it dissappear the next second.
"System."
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[Name]: Aran
[Family Name]: [None]
[Race]: Dark Elf
[Age]: 18
[Condition]: Disappointed, Happy
[Sanity]: 20%
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[Titles]: The Insane One, Slave of Time, The Hanged Man
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[Strength]: E-
[Agility]: E-
[Toughness]: D-
[Magic Toughness]: E+
[Mana]: D
[Intelligence]: S-
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[Abilities]:
Butler (S+)
Sharpshooter (SSS+)
Axe Mastery (EX)
Swordsmanship (D+)
Knife Mastery (EX)
Manipulation (A)
Loop (???)
Fire Magic (E)
Dark Magic (D-)
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[Inventory]: The Mask of the Shattered Seer
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"What a beautiful name you have, it's as though you were made for me. only for me."