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Sadness: only people looking for a happy ending

A female S-class hunter suddenly came to the association coordinator's room, Mr. Raymond only glanced at her and continued reading the important documents in front of him. feeling ignored, the hunter snapped at the association coordinator's desk, of course it was still fairly quiet by hunter standards. “What is it hunter Aveline?” “You know me, coordinator? If you know me, why are you ignoring me? I'm an S-class hunter, coordinator!” snapped Aveline. “Of course I know you hunter Aveline, but didn't you make an appointment first? I'm busy, so get out of here” “Please just this once, coordinator, you're the only one I can trust.” for the first time Aveline lowered her famously high self-esteem. “So what is hunter Aveline?” “It might be hard to believe, coordinator” Aveline was hesitant if the decision she made was the right one. Because according to her memories Raymond was a good person, when the world was nearing its end. “Just say it, I don't have much time” Raymond waited for Aveline's answer, hoping that something serious had happened. “I'm a returner!” “Yeah? What the hell Aveline do you think the world is a novel? Get out, I don't have time to talk about things like that” “Wait a minute, I really am a returner, coordinator” “Yes, yes there are many hunters who do that here too, talking about being a returner but it turns out it's just a joke” “But I'm right, coordinator...” “No, get out of my room hunter Aveline.” “But...” “I'm busy” “Alright, I'll come next time.” “Please don't come again.”
Qamara_Qaddar · 1.7K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.8K Views
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