My brother was there.
"Yo! Are you guys done flirting?"
He was blushing. His face was red. It was not due to embarrassment. He was drunk. He is holding a bottle of alcohol. It was some sort of Turkish bottle of alcohol. He was taking a sip from it as each step he was taking towards us.
"Stay out of this you bastard!!"
She yelled at him. It was not the sound of a normal human. It was the yell of some mortal who is bound by his restricted body. This was the yell of a girl who is in the form of a monster. A yell from her sends shockwaves through the area as wide as her mouth can open. Sound of her blows him in the air and ragdolls through the ground like he is some thin plant that is ripped off from its root.
How many girls he banged and left alone?
"It looks like it is just me and you!"
I laughed as I pointed my sword towards her. A monster who is a beautiful girl from inside.
"So, this one move will decide everything. Either I kill you or be killed by you"
We both laugh. Mine laughter was normal whereas she was demonic.
This would be the last shot. She jumped at me. She raised her fist. Before her attack could reach me. I already boasted myself beyond her thinking. She may be stronger than me. I am feeling like my body is getting overloaded from all of those boasts. I am new to these things.
But, before her hands could reach me or crush me. I was out of her way.
I was in the air. My reflexes kick in, I slash horizontally across her face. I went for a direct hit towards her eye. But, she dodged the attack. She exposed her back to her in order to not to take a fatal blow on her face. I slash her back.
"Interesting! Haha! All the slashes that I landed on you were perfect cuts but yet, I wasn't able to cut through you entirely. None of them able to pass through this vessel skin that you are wearing with some kind of magic"
Her knees got weak to handle all the pain. I am boasting to the limit that I can damage her. I need a few more boosts to kill her in one strike but my body cannot handle this much pressure. Backlash of overusing this ability. I will lose my consciousness if this fight continues for a much longer time.
She stands up on her feet.
"You are not done?"
She wiped the blood that was coming out of her face.
She jumped towards me again. She open her mouth wide. She is ready to bite me off in order to finish me. Did she able to sense that I am also on my limits? One more time. Please my body, I am begging you. One more time. Please!
"Time to finish this match"
A new energy which is more powerful than before flows into my body. It is my urge to kill her. My body is going through a hell which cannot be explain in normal words. I want to scream but the taste of upcoming victory silence it.
I slash her. How many times? I lost the count once I reached beyond ten slashes. Is any part of her body saved? I blindly swing my sword around. I cut her in every opportunity by taking advantage of having a weapon in my hand. Blood come in my eyes——blood of this monster. Ignoring the scream of this demon and the pain rushing in my body, I keep going. Blinded by the sense of survival, I was cutting her, slashing, chopping or whatever I am doing right now. It is nothing more than a survival instinct of a human who wants to win by defeating her.
I stopped. Is it because I got mercy for her? No. I stopped because backlash hit me. My body broke down. In the middle of cutting her to death, I fell down on the ground.
"Damn.....Is this my end?"
Blood. Blood. Blood. Everywhere is blood. The road is painted in the color of crimson blood. I can taste blood in my mouth. This blood is different from the blood which painted this area. This was the blood of mine that I was tasting. I am losing my mind. I was so focused on slashing every part of the body that I forgot to focus on my body. Did I let my guard down? A new color is painting the existing color on the road. This color is another blood over the blood. The new blood which is flowing over the old, belongs to me, this is my blood. It is coming out of my stomach.
My abdomen now had a ragged, gaping hole the size of her fist. Blood poured freely, pooling on the road, I can feel something coming out of my body.....my organs. My breathing became ragged. My eyes widen in disbelief——not from the fear but the shock that somehow I get punched in this situation. Every heartbeat pumped more crimson from the wound. My vision swam.....the light of this world faded from my eyes.
——
"The end of one is just the beginning of another. This is what all people say, right? What happens if the end of oneself is the beginning of oneself again. What will you call this new life? Reincarnation or redemption? It is none of them. It is called hell. Hell of no peace, no rest and no pleasure. Actually, there is a pleasure to repeat same mistakes over and over again"
The man laughed at his comedy. Was it right to call it a comedy? It is like laughing at his life. He is wandering endlessly for an unknown time. Who was he? Where did he come from? Nobody knows about him. Even if he tries to tell his tale, from an ordinary perspective, the tales of his are nothing more than some fiction stories that adults tell their children. He lived too long in this era to the point where he forgot from which womb he came from. He forgot who he was, he forgot his original path and even his memories are becoming blurred. Such kind of existence should not exist in this world. Humans are mortals but this being no longer comes into the concept of mortal. He left his humanity when he had committed such an act of sin.
"I forgot about my origin as the ages went but I never forgot about my source. The source of the reason why such existence called me came to this world. I am not talking about the womb which gave birth to me. The source who turned me into who I am today. Hehe!"
He was the one who put this curse on himself. He mocked the king of the world. King just smile at him during his last moment of life and said to him that——
"I go now, but you shall wait for Me until I return"
He first didn't understand the words uttered by the King. When the King died, the sky darkened and the world seemed to hold its breath. From that day, he was cursed.
"I once mocked the suffering of the Son of God. Now, I carry my own cross through time itself. I walk and remember. I walk and remember. I will walk.....until He returns to this world. This world will face the judgment of what I will create to free myself"
He wandered the lands across all the continents and beyond. He watched the rise and fall of the civilizations, wars and peace, plague sweeping across the cities, new rulers and overthrow of olden traditions and still he walked forever until the day came when all the things were prepared.
He learned countless languages in his journey. But some rumors state that he existed even before Yeshua bar Yosef(Joshua son of Joseph). If this is true then why is he walking on Earth?
He cultivated the art of natural science, medical technician, philosophy and science. He was the one who discovered the toxic element in that era. Some people state that during that time, he found the formula to create philosopher stone as some people had witnessed the effect of it turning metal into gold.
He was the founder of the rose brotherhood cult to spread his knowledge to everyone but sadly none of them was able to achieve this once at all.
"Wisdom is reserved for those who are ready. You can grasp this gnosis(true knowledge) when you realize who you are more than those who know you. As above, so below"
He leads science with divine faith and this cult tries to achieve immortality but it results in absolute failure. You cannot separate science from religion as it is the divine spark of the universe(God).
After seeing his quest to be failure. He lived his life as a scholar in the new land of the world. He made a deal with the devil. In exchange for his soul, the devil will serve till the contract. He made many big prophecies with his vast knowledge because his eyes now see the future beyond anyone else. He predicted the biggest major events of history before they even happened. He was sinful. His sin cannot be forgiven. If he begged for forgiveness then the Devil will mock him and torture him. Was it true? When the contract was ended, people heard his horrible screams as he was dragged to the gate of hell. He left behind his brain, bones and blood after his departure to hell. Was it true? No.
"The plan you created will be in failure if we go by your prophecies you made in the past. The end of the world is not possible in the year of 2015. It will take many centuries until you reach that certain point. The third antichrist still have to come who will mark the start of the war and you predicted many things and all of them were accurate"
I ask with curiosity to the figure who is standing in front of me. He is showing me the world he knew from his eyes. He is a perfect blend in the darkness as his silver eyes shine. His other lives.
"Everyone is trying to move towards a better future. Although each person has different values, God the Father is waiting for them when they aim for a better future. So, don't underestimate him like that. In fact, I found him very interesting"
Smile is not leaving his face. He looked at me with a smirk like he knew me more than me or anyone else who are relative to me.
"What do you think about a world where there is no God? Where humans can do whatever they want with their choices? Where they are not bound by the role given to them by some Supreme authority(God)?"
"It will be lonely.....but I think that world will be amazing. Many wars that happened in the name of their God will not happen and many things which include——creation of you"
He laughed. I don't want to sound harsh but the thing is that without God, this war that is going on here would not be held. So, no war. No him.
He is a man with no name. He took any name and any nationality. Portuguese, Spanish, French, German and even any Asian country. He is Russian right now. Who knows what he will be next.
"It is an interesting conversation, my lady. Don't you enjoy this? Other people cannot understand the emotions of other people. So, I don't know if you are enjoying it or not , but my heart is dancing in joy at the events that happened right now! Hahahahaha!!"
His laugh is not demonic nor it is angelic. It is something different. Something beyond the knowledge of humanity. He observes them and wants to be with them. He is beyond the role of an actor in this universe but he wants to do that role. He hates the chains that bind him but he doesn't want to break free from those chains. He is the key of this prison but he prefers the prisoner. But why?
"A series of event took place right while I was telling my story, my lady"
Darkness covered the place where we were standing. It was a dark room before darkness covered it entirely but now, I am not feeling the ground. Everything is gone. A light shines. My hope. My hero. My life. A man wielding the golden sword. He has sharp, piercing black eyes. His black hair is messy and slightly unkempt. He is looking serious as he is battling against a monster. My hero. So, he became a golden warrior.
"He is the chosen one. Sword chose him. The events are folding in a great direction. Outcome of the story is yet not decided. It would be decide on the basis on overall performance throughout his journey"
I was not listening to his voice. The face which was making my heart is up to face. Even if it is an illusion, he looks the same.
"He is mine!"
He only gave me a little smile. He gave this one when something unexpected can happen.
"Don't tell me——!"
"It has not been decided yet. Partners can be changed depending on the preference of the protagonist, my lady. He is chosen for this role. He is the protagonist because of sword. Outcome is in his hand"
"NOOO!!! HE IS MY MINE!!"
I yell. I scream. I want to cry. He is mine! I did everything and I am getting this ending?! I will not let this happen. I will deny and restart this story. I am the chosen one and he is the chosen one!! Only the chosen one can rule! So, he is mine.....
Before I understood or knew what was going to happen. I was struck now. I made a deal with someone who is worse than the Devil that Faust met in his life.