Lucius sat on the steps, his elbows resting on his knees, staring blankly into the distance.
What's wrong with me? Even though I have cool powers, I still struggle the same way I did in the real world. Sure, it's better than my retail job. It's a little better than finding the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, although now, having all these maids is a bit overwhelming. But I still don't get it, I still feel like a failure, like life is still one big trap, fighting this, fighting that, and all I wanted to do was... To just, to just live the way I wanted.
I enjoy art, music, and writing, But I had never been able to combine them in a way that I felt comfortable sharing, and I felt like a failure for not being able to make something out of my talents, though I don't think I'm that great at them anyway.
Not to mention the stupid animalistic urges, which would prompt me to act out in violent or destructive ways. Though I resisted, I always felt bad about it. I get that everyones has urges or instinctive desires, but mine feel Like someone put an evil omen or curse on me to mentally tear me apart. Yet coming from a religious family, often I couldn't help but feel like I had failed at that too, like I could never live up to those standards. I felt like a hypocrite, saying one thing but practicing another.
As Lucius sat there, lost in thought, he noticed a maid with fox ears watering some plants nearby. Her bright appearance caught his attention. She had purple eyes and long silver white hair, and her skin was as white as snow. She turned briefly and smiled at him before continuing her work.
Despite the comforting beauty of the maid, there was sense of unease in the air.
"I don't deserve this world," Lucius whispered, his eyes darkened, and head held low.
As the day became night, Lucius sat there lost in thought. But there the fox maid was, watching him from afar, with soft eyes, and a gentle heart. Her hands clasping her chest as though she were praying; sensing his inner turmoil.