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Memory 24
Memory: "Who hurt my poor little blackbird?"
Category: Neutral Neutral
Game Won: Day 123, EDEN
Pages: THIS IS A CRAPPY TRANSLATION IGNORE IT AND JUST LOOK AT THE PRETTY PICTURES Chapter 8, 5-14
Description: You sit in a dark room, surrounded by your soldiers. In your mind you're looking at something far away, across the city- a distant light, shining bright and warm in the darkness. A girl, surrounded by five little lights of her own. Who is she?
"Mana Kirihara...a Mindbreaker. The one who did this to me," one of your soldiers answers, kneeling before you, his entire body wrapped in bandages. Lafayel. Beneath them the skin is red and raw, blistered and burned. Pain and rage radiate off of his entire being as he continues, voice rising steadily in anger. "Please send me back! Please, Master. This time...I'll make them pay. That Darklore and Israfel...and their Mindbreaker! I'll kill...!"
The words cut off with a pained gasp. Lafayel chokes out a pitiful attempt at a plea while his own hands wrap around his neck, completely out of his control. You stare down at him with contempt and disgust, and silently will those fingers to squeeze tighter before letting go. "Kuga."
Kuga steps forward, understanding without another word, and holds out the scabbard at his side, face carefully expressionless. Lafayel reaches for the sword immediately, in spite of everything in his mind and body that's screaming for him to stop. He trembles violently as he attempts to fight your control, gasping out a plea as he raises the sword, point down, over his stomach - please, Master, no, don't-
With a strangled cry, the blade plunges into his torso, leaving him bleeding and sobbing in pain. You stand up and move toward him, your expression even and stern, like a disappointed parent.
(But inside you almost want to laugh, a little. Look how pathetic your little blackbird has become, usually so proud and preening. How the mighty have fallen!)
"You will not touch her. She is mine...to play with."
And then...your manner changes entirely, and you kneel next to him, wrapping your arms gently around his shoulders, being oh-so-careful of the new injury. Oh Lafayel, silly bird, you've gotten yourself hurt again...You coo softly into his ear, all worry and comfort and love.
(Because you do love him, even when he forces you to discipline him. Stupid Lafayel, always too rebellious, always making you do this to him...)
"My poor little bird. Tell me...does it hurt? Who is it...that is hurting you? Who has caused you this pain?"
You already know the answer, and so does he. The face flashes in his mind, easily drawn out by his agony, just the way you planned.
"It...it was...Israfel. Israfel!! Israfel hurt me! I won't forgive him! I'll kill him. I WILL KILL HIM! I'll-"
He coughs, choking on a wad of his own blood, and you let go as he slumps to the ground, passed out from the pain. Kuga quietly orders one of the others to tend to him- oh, he won't die. He's much too stubborn for that. But you feel satisfied. You won't have to worry about his reckless actions now...he won't touch the girl, not while you've given him someone else to blame. You want her all to yourself, after all...just the way it should be.
Mana Kirihara. Your little doll...yours. Yours.
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Category: Neutral Neutral
Game Won: Day 123, EDEN
Pages: THIS IS A CRAPPY TRANSLATION IGNORE IT AND JUST LOOK AT THE PRETTY PICTURES Chapter 8, 5-14
Description: You sit in a dark room, surrounded by your soldiers. In your mind you're looking at something far away, across the city- a distant light, shining bright and warm in the darkness. A girl, surrounded by five little lights of her own. Who is she?
"Mana Kirihara...a Mindbreaker. The one who did this to me," one of your soldiers answers, kneeling before you, his entire body wrapped in bandages. Lafayel. Beneath them the skin is red and raw, blistered and burned. Pain and rage radiate off of his entire being as he continues, voice rising steadily in anger. "Please send me back! Please, Master. This time...I'll make them pay. That Darklore and Israfel...and their Mindbreaker! I'll kill...!"
The words cut off with a pained gasp. Lafayel chokes out a pitiful attempt at a plea while his own hands wrap around his neck, completely out of his control. You stare down at him with contempt and disgust, and silently will those fingers to squeeze tighter before letting go. "Kuga."
Kuga steps forward, understanding without another word, and holds out the scabbard at his side, face carefully expressionless. Lafayel reaches for the sword immediately, in spite of everything in his mind and body that's screaming for him to stop. He trembles violently as he attempts to fight your control, gasping out a plea as he raises the sword, point down, over his stomach - please, Master, no, don't-
With a strangled cry, the blade plunges into his torso, leaving him bleeding and sobbing in pain. You stand up and move toward him, your expression even and stern, like a disappointed parent.
(But inside you almost want to laugh, a little. Look how pathetic your little blackbird has become, usually so proud and preening. How the mighty have fallen!)
"You will not touch her. She is mine...to play with."
And then...your manner changes entirely, and you kneel next to him, wrapping your arms gently around his shoulders, being oh-so-careful of the new injury. Oh Lafayel, silly bird, you've gotten yourself hurt again...You coo softly into his ear, all worry and comfort and love.
(Because you do love him, even when he forces you to discipline him. Stupid Lafayel, always too rebellious, always making you do this to him...)
"My poor little bird. Tell me...does it hurt? Who is it...that is hurting you? Who has caused you this pain?"
You already know the answer, and so does he. The face flashes in his mind, easily drawn out by his agony, just the way you planned.
"It...it was...Israfel. Israfel!! Israfel hurt me! I won't forgive him! I'll kill him. I WILL KILL HIM! I'll-"
He coughs, choking on a wad of his own blood, and you let go as he slumps to the ground, passed out from the pain. Kuga quietly orders one of the others to tend to him- oh, he won't die. He's much too stubborn for that. But you feel satisfied. You won't have to worry about his reckless actions now...he won't touch the girl, not while you've given him someone else to blame. You want her all to yourself, after all...just the way it should be.
Mana Kirihara. Your little doll...yours. Yours.
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