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Fremd Torturchen - Volume 8 - Chapter Ep




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Epilogue 1

The room was red. It had no windows. It had no doors.

Nobody could leave it. And nobody could come in. It was almost like a graveyard. Or perhaps a prison.

And yet now its nonexistent door was open.

Kaito Sena slowly rose.

He no longer bothered to look at the chaotic chessboard. However, he did turn to the seat across from him and gently patted his bride’s head. Hina gave him a small nod.

With that, Kaito Sena started walking. Hina called out toward his resolute back.

“You’re going?”

“Yeah, I’m heading out.”

“Well, good luck.”

Then she went on:

“Please do give my love to our beloved.”

 

 

 

 

Epilogue 2

Right before Elisabeth and Alice’s blows met

someone reached out and caught them.

The ensuing gale force sent the person’s tattered cloak flapping about. Their hood hung low, obscuring their face, but whoever they were, they had just caught the blades without so much as breaking a sweat.

Elisabeth frowned.

She could tell—if the person hadn’t stepped in, she was the one whose chest would have been gouged out. She looked at the newcomer holding the blades. They really did resemble the Butcher…except for their hands.

Their hands were human.

This time, she had no choice but to admit it.

A hot tear

casually rolled down the Torture Princess’s cheek.

And with a thousand different emotions swelling up inside her, Elisabeth Le Fanu spoke.

“ Kaito, is that you?”

 

 

 

 

Epilogue 0

This is a story from a short while earlier.

A story of repentance, dreams, and hatred.

“This can’t be happening… This isn’t happening, is it, Father? It isn’t—it isn’t—it isn’t. Hee-hee, of course it isn’t.”

Lewis’s daughter let out a deranged laugh.

As Lewis’s guts spilled out of him, he felt a certain truth deep in his bones.


Vlad Le Fanu’s words had been completely true. At the end of the day, what Lewis had could hardly be described as paternal love. If being a good father had been his goal, then he’d gone about it in all the wrong ways.

If he truly loved her

then he should have comforted Sara Yuuki—Alice—and showered her with affection and support.

He should have chosen to just live, and each of them could have helped to heal the other’s scars.

And of course, he definitely shouldn’t have made any of those terrible weapons. They had been controversial even among the other mixed-race people, but Lewis couldn’t help himself. He made sure to sow every seed of revenge he could find.

He may have called Alice his daughter, but he certainly didn’t treat her like one. Unlike Vlad, Lewis had some semblance of morals, yet he had gone and made the Fremd Torturchen anyway. That was a sin that went beyond the pale.

There was no way for him to apologize. Not the slightest chance for atonement.

And the cruelest part of it all…

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Even though I loved you, I still… I’m sorry, Alice.”

…was that his love was true.

To him, she was his joy.

She was his hope, his salvation, and his beloved daughter.

Meeting her was the first time Lewis had known joy. And the moment she became his daughter was the first time he learned what love was. That was all thanks to a single young girl. That was all thanks to her pure, innocent smile.

He still had time.

He still had a chance.

What message should he leave her with?

What was it he could only say now, in his final moments?

Lewis hesitated. However, his mind was being assailed by unrelenting heat and pain. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know anything. Alice’s smile became his sister’s semen-drenched face, then his brother’s hanged body. He remembered the day he held Alice tight as she sobbed during a nightmare. “I love you, Father.” She smiled. “It’s all your fault,” his brother screamed. Family really was a beautiful thing. He wished he could have been with them longer, much longer. No, wait, he had a daughter now. Did he? He did. And so…

And…so?

Then

he spoke.

“Please, daughter, carry out my dream for me.”

And with that, the foolish man died.

He remained a hopeless fool until the bitter end

knowing full well how irredeemable he was

even despite his love for his daughter.

His daughter looked up at the sky.

She was alone now. She blinked, her red eyes glowing from the fire all around her. Lewis hung motionless in her arms. His body was cold and hard. She gave a small, definite nod.

Young as she was, she knew.

This was what death was.

Now he was like she had once been.

And he would never move again.

Alice didn’t cry. She merely parted her arms. Lewis’s corpse crumpled to the ground, but she no longer paid it any heed. After all, it was nothing more than an object now.

Instead, she just looked up at the sky and laughed.

Happily, happily.

Merrily, merrily.

She laughed and laughed and laughed and spoke.

“I see, I see! Don’t worry, Father. I understand completely!”

It’s time for everyone to die together!



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