‘It’s really Nicole…and her appearance hasn’t changed at all, just like in my memories. Just like before, my red headed, twin tailed, not-at-all arrogant loli, but why is she giving me such a…hateful look?’
There was no mistaking the hatred in her eyes as she slowly approached me, dressed in the austere white garb of a swordsman, and fist clenched tightly around her silvery white long sword. As she got closer and closer, the murderous intent radiating off her only got stronger by the second.
“Devil, give me back Little Ke!” She yelled while diving at me, her words shattering my heart long before her sword drove straight through it.
Never in my wildest dreams did would I have ever expected Nicole to attack me so my response was panicked, to say the least. My legs hurriedly stumbled backwards as I shouted: “Nicole…it’s me, I’m Mo Ke…”
“You can’t fool me Devil!” Her attacks continued, not giving me a single chance to explain myself at all. Stab after stab, they came faster and more vicious than before.
Thankfully, I wasn’t the Mo Ke of yesteryears. After turning into a devil, my power and speed was no longer comparable to my human self. However, Nicole was just as speedy as well and to make matters worse, I didn’t dare to fight back so I merely retreated.
“Nicole, it’s really me…”
“Don’t you dare spout my name, Devil, it disgusts me!”
She weeped while stabbing at me. There was absolutely no sense of order or rhythm to her attacks at all. They were just chaotic, pure and utter chaos, completely unlike that of a genius swordman’s. Tears began to roll down and scatter about the air like tiny diamonds as she dove at me: “Return Little Ke to me…return…return him to me…”
Hearing her weep like that, it truly felt like my heart was being ripped into a million pieces right at that moment. In fact, other than retreating out of pure instinct, my mind was completely blank.
‘Attack? There’s no way I can do that…how could I even attack Nicole…but I’m really Mo Ke…how else am I supposed to explain that to you…there must be some misunderstanding somewhere, I must explain myself…’
Yet that wasn’t the end of my misfortune. As if one Nicole wasn’t enough, another silhouette soon appeared from the darkness. It was broad-shouldered, muscular and as it stood there gripping an old broadsword, its muscles seemed to brim with power. Despite there not being any wind at all, the figure’s red hair seemed to dance wildly in the air, gently caressing the unkempt beard on the figure’s face from time to time. Looking at the expression on this newcomer’s face, I could tell that he wasn’t in a good mental state; mostly likely he had been drinking a lot… It was Roscar…
“It’s you, you’re the one who ate my son.” Before I even had the chance to explain myself, Roscar lunged forward with his broadsword raised high. “DIE DEVIL!”
“Old man, it’s me, I’m Mo Ke…”
“Fiend…so you did consume my son…don’t give me that look, you aren’t him, don’t you dare look at me with his face!” Eyes red with blood, Roscar ignited the Fighter’s Aura within him and immediately his body erupted in a terrifying blaze as he charged at me once more. The sheer force of his pressure was enough to make me step backwards.
“Old man, I’m really Mo Ke…”
“Don’t even think about fooling me…give me back my son!” His fist crashed into my chest. Instantly, I was sent flying back by the titanic force that threatened to mercilessly penetrate my chest cavity…
His powerful shove momentarily robbed me of the control over my body, causing me to land heavily on the ground and tumble backwards so many times I lost track of the revolutions. Each time I spun around, my limbs scraped against the floor painfully and uncontrollably till finally I began to lose consciousness. It was then that the violent spinning finally stopped but just as I tried to climb to my feet, I found a sword sticking right through my chest; it was Nicole’s longsword…
As the cold steel tore through my flesh and bones, she unreservedly pushed it forward right through my heart, knuckles white from clenching. Turning around mechanically, I found her in a half squatting position, body pressed against the hilt of the sword as it loomed over me. As she leaned in with eyes watering, I barely managed to catch sight of her bloodshot eyes before my world began to darken: “The two of you are just so similar…”
Even though I had a sword sticking out of my right now, and even though I should be paralyzed with burning hot pain right now, I felt nothing because my heart had shattered long ago. The physical pain I felt right now simply couldn’t be compared to the emotional turmoil I was going through.
Through that thick pall of haziness around my senses, I managed to hear her saying something about similarity. I tried to open my mouth but the moment I did so, a gout of blood rushed up from my throat and caused me to cough violently. Forcing it down, I asked: “…what’s similar?”
“Your eyes…they are just like Little Ke’s…just so similar…” As she said the words ‘Little Ke’, her eyes warmed up though she still had on a complicated smile. There was the elation of having accomplished her vengeance in that smile but at the same time, there was a certain sense of loss from having lost a goal. It was as if she just realized how empty she felt right now, and that there was no longer anything to think about; to need or even to care about…
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