*WARNING*

There is use of mature language and self harm ahead!

Read at your own risk.

Eritria's POV   

Here begins another shitty morning yet again. Sometimes I wonder why I am still breathing in this messed up world. Why should I continue living when I already lost the will to live?

So just like every other day I got out of my room only to be irritated by the curtain which parted a little, letting a thin ray of light enter into this goddamn house, ruining the darkness my mansion has been submerged in for months.

I hate anything bright. It annoys me a lot.

Descending down the stairway I reached the windows and fixed the curtains with an irritated sigh ensuring that not even a ray of light enters into my house.

Even though this mansion is all covered up, with only two things in it silence and darkness I can still see my surroundings that no norms could do.

So, yes, this is my life; all fucked up. I'm tired of trying and hoping that someday I could easily just laugh and see everything in an optimistic way but that hope vanished years ago and I won't struggle again to seek hope; Not in this life at the least; Never.

And if you think I'm just a normal dummy, think twice.

I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Well, I think it's exactly about three days since I drank or ate anything; never mind. I'm already used to it for I was trained to be like this. To be the living entity that has no will to live.

I was about to go upstairs again to sleep but someone walked in through the door; that someone being the only one who has the courage to barge into the mansion like this.

People hesitate to pay a visit now because a few days back some rumours spread round the neighbourhood about this so-called ‘Haunted House’ that I live in. I don’t actually care about any of the stupid gossips these idiots have conjured up in those cranked brains of theirs.

"Good afternoon to you, Milady," said this crazy woman. I think her name is Willy? No I think it was Wilh… Oh wait it was Wilhelm; I guess? Ugh, I don't really need to think so hard about useless things now, do I?

"Have you eaten up? I prepared food for you today, Milady," she said while putting down the dishes of food.

I just ignored her and continued to walk back to my room.
"Oh come on, eat darling. For your health, please..." the crazy woman said while pointing at my skinny body that showed clear signs of my hatred towards life.

"Why do you even care? Get out," I said with my authoritative voice.

"I have news for you Milady," she said.

I turned around to look at her for I know whenever she reports, it's bearable to waste my time to listen to her, knowing she has the information I wanted the most.

"What is it?" I asked.
"It's about the thing which you have been looking for months, Milady," she said while looking straight into my lifeless grey eyes, "The sword that has chains all over it; somehow… I discovered where it is now,”

"Just fucking spill it out," I spoke with irritation lacing my voice.

"You see we got a glimpse of it in a university and I assure you that the sword is hidden in that university," she stated.

"Why didn’t just get the sword then? You're wasting my time," I said in a bored tone, I find it tiring trying to speak to humans.

I was about to leave when she uttered those mere words that changed my whole fucked up life.

"You see Milady; it's not just a normal university that the norms have. That university is handled by the Great Creator and The Sorcerer".

"That goddamn old man and that bitch?" I replied while facing her again for it piqued my so-called "interest".

"We can't just barge in those walls to get the item Milady. The university is surrounded with powerful barriers knowing that it is handled by the Legendary Sorcerer. And entering the university isn't that easy for it requires special individuals. It also has entrance exams like the other schools do," she explained.

"Then why don't we try it then?!" Ugh, why don't they just use their brains to get what I want; Idiots.
“But you see ma'am, entering and leaving is also a problem.”

"What school is it about?" I asked through gritted teeth. What sort of a school is this? It’s irritating me like hell.

"Well, it's a school that is hidden in the southeast part of the Obelian Forest. The school is trying to change the rotting society in our kind; you see Milady, love is already fading in our world. That's why they train abilities at its finest for your generation and also develop a certain feeling that you… hate. It's a school where they teach you how to...." The woman hesitated for a moment, "Love,"

"The shit what?” I asked, slowly emphasizing every word with a pint of calmness in my voice.

"Are you kidding?" I exclaimed, “Fuck, everything including that shit called ‘love’. It is clearly stupidity. Why let yourself be a fool and bind yourself in that ridiculous word?"
The woman didn’t speak so I continued.

"That petty delusion destroys everything. It just holds onto you to turn stronger while it makes you a pathetic loser. In the end, it makes you think everything is a goddamn ‘Fairy-tale’, but no; once you’re lured into it, it will slowly break you and make you vulnerable in every way and only stupid humans would fall for it. Why stay and be fooled in things that you know won't ever last?"

And in the end, I just looked at the crazy woman with my soulless eyes just uttering two words...

"GET OUT."

"But Milady, this is the only way to get the sword,” She said.
I didn’t respond.

"Please, think about it, I will process and prepare everything so you will be listed up to their list of players," She spoke, persuading me into that messed up idea.

As I finally reached the door to my room, I never tried and glanced back at the stupid, crazy woman who kept persuading me into that whole university idea.

I deeply sighed, thinking only one thing. Why? Why do I always struggle even while finding death? I felt the soft mattress against my back as I lay down on the bed.

Thinking about how I struggled all my life, I mumbled "Isn't this still enough?", while slowly falling asleep.

Miserably I opened my eyes, knowing that I wake up every morning only to be disappointed. Why did I even wake up? Such thoughts kept whirling around my head while I was lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling listlessly.

Yes, I desperately want Death. What you think is a blessing for others is a total curse for me.

I tiredly glanced at the clock beside my king-sized bed. Getting out of my bed I walked into the bathroom to do my morning routine.
I lazily looked at myself in the mirror while facing the faucet. Seeing myself in a perfect state of misery with my messed up silver locks and skinny pale body, I grinned at my reflection while shaking my head. I slipped into a simple oversized black shirt; my pale face adding bonus points to the entire gloomy look.

Yup, this is the best possible state for my body. I prefer it this way.

"Wanna see my friend?" I held it tightly as I stood up, while I slowly point it to my pulse.

Yes, my only friend that won't betray me, my knife.

I didn't hesitate to cut my skin deeply with it, letting my blood gush out but in just a matter of seconds it heals up. And that is what I hate about my body. Because of this stupid ability I can't just die easily.

That's why I need that frickin’ forbidden sword, for it is the only metal that can pierce and leave total damage over my body.

While I watch myself regenerate from the wound I inflicted, the words of that crazy woman replayed in my mind.

If it's the only way for the pain to end…

…Then I, Eritria Astra Slayer, shall go for it.

To be continued--

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, some places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons is entirely coincidental.