It drained her life out of her—such a brutal life filled with loneliness and agony.
At age fourteen, she and I met for the first time. As she saw me getting hurt, she healed me… just like how our first memory flashed before my eyes not too long ago.
She helped me a lot. Darcy was always pulling up tricks on me. On the other hand, Eira was always aiding me.
I didn't know why, but she left me there. It was terrifying. I was almost so dependent on her that I felt I wouldn't survive. But I made it through until I escaped the church and lived alone.
I was always wondering what happened to her when she left… and why.
The root cause was her turning fifteen. After that endless, disgusting night, Athos gave her a chance to prove herself.
To prove herself, she had to kill someone. Committing a murder was by any means necessary.
She was totally against it. Even so, her feelings never mattered in the choice. At the end of the day, her one and only rope was about to snap. The only way to keep it was to move forward.
She had been living in the dark for years. She never claimed it. She always lit up her face, sparkling like a star, saying:
"It's all for the greater good… The future can never become the past."
Her heartfelt words always left me puzzled, like I couldn't quite grasp their meaning.
And in the end, she was getting ready to kill. It's not just anyone she was going to kill—Athos had already thought deeply and planned well beyond the present.
She was ordered to kill her stepfather and blood mother. Interesting! I mean, she was not just killing for the freedom she once felt—which never existed and never will. She was going to kill as revenge for her father as well.
Her stepfather was sooner or later going to become a threat for Athos, as he knew his secrets.
His orders were restricted. Killing him was the ultimate success for Athos, as he would get rid of a person who knew about him, yet a person he had no authority over. She was told to kill them by playing lovely—as if she had learned her lessons in church and now knew how to be pure evil, just like Darcy, the merciless psychopath.
She traveled through cities that gave her déjà vu as she passed by the special places she, her father, and her mother once enjoyed.
Her mother had angelic looks—her eyes were sharp with golden color and her hair was straight, light yellow. She had a physique so hard to ignore as a man.
That's why she felt her husband was small for her. No!! More like, "I'm a blessing to his life. I'm even way more than that."
Of course, her mother wasn't the only beautiful one. Her father had a scar on his face with long dark hair. His body was a V-shaped frame that a high-class warrior would ever have. He grew up cutting trees and clearing stones from rivers, as they blocked water from farmland. He always used to move heavy rocks here and there.
They both met when she was about to be sold to a noble as a concubine and he was about to apply for a job in the same noble house.
That's where they met, built their own house, and left the place.
For things to turn out like this—it was hard to expect.
Back to the point where Eira was standing right in front of the door.
She was nervous. She bit her nails as if she was touching her lips.
Slowly approaching the door, she knocked twice. Standing stiff like a stick holding on to stone.
A little girl came flying to the door. She tried to open it, but the door wouldn't budge no matter what she did.
She yelled, "Mom! The door!"
Eira's mother came rushing to the door while shaking her hands—drying them.
The moment she opened it, her mother fell to the ground, covering her face. Her legs and hands waved like waves on a beach.
Her eyes danced like a pendulum. Eira looked at her, while her own eyes held tears.
"Do you remember me?"
Her mother didn't move… nor did she bother to say a word. Her brain was constantly picking up on what she did in those times.
It was like she was never herself to begin with.
But things changed. She was scared to say a word. Yet, looking at her mirror cry, the mother felt a bit of motherly love out of regret. She finally showed a sign of sadness—her tears fell, her voice cut whenever she wanted to speak.
Eira, playing it even more safe, hugged her mother.
A moment later, the little girl pushed Eira off of her mother. Eira then realized she was her half-sister.
"Hey, miss! Move your hands off my mommy!!"
"Okay, okay, calm down, sweetie..." Eira said, showing her mature side.
Her mother welcomed her with a great warmth she had never given her before.
The day passed by—Eira and her new little half-sister played games, hide-and-seek…
So much happened.
Late at night, the stepfather came. When he entered the house, he looked at his little daughter and said:
"Get her to her room."
The daughter went back to her room crying. He sat down and asked for water.
Eira heard what happened and brought water to him.
She gave him the cup. He looked at her hand and spat the water, streaming like a shower.
With a shocked face:
"W—what... h—how d-did your skin...!!!"
"Ohh… it's you. So you're alive, huh..."
The reaction he gave felt off. He didn't like children because he had been cursed with a devil's enchantment. He feared he might kill children and eat them one day.
That was the main reason why he was sinful as well. She knew it, since she could sense it. He gave her a natural advantage because he would be off guard.
So she looked very happy.
Two weeks passed.
She opened their bedroom door, the one always blocking the noise. They were asleep, hugging each other. She sneaked in and pulled out her
sword to stab and kill them.
Her stepfather—the cursed human, enchanted with devil souls—
WOKE UP!!!