"My son, soon you will be complete." On my wooden wheelchair, I gaze upon my perfect child. A golem born from the creation and destruction of countless lives. I raise my shriveled arms and place my hands upon the cold face of my yet to be born child. "I hope you grow to be a better person than I was." He hangs on the stone wall, held by several thick metal tubes. Each tube shines a dull blue, bringing some light to the dull stone walled lab. Next to him, as well as against the walls, are various boxes and tables filled with tools and failed experiments...This dull lab will likely be the last thing I see.

"I will pass the moment you rise so please forgive your father for not being a part of your life...Hehe, a part. Even now your father cannot stop with the jokes..." I remove my hands from my child's face and began resting my boney arms on the rails of my seat. I lightly wiggle my ankles. I really do miss having proper flesh and blood feet.

"Come Irushia, I would like to leave a message for your brother." My daughter walks to me. She's wearing a silver dress matching her silver hair and eyes. She grabs the handles of my wheelchair. Seeing her pale skin and dull eyes I smile. Perhaps having a brother will bring some life to her.

"What do you wish to say father." She notices my smile, simply tilting her head in response. I smile wider. Despite her boring response, it does make me happy to see her more expressive. I remember when she was first born she couldn't even open her eyes, let alone smile.

"Thank you, my daughter." Suddenly, she puts on a sad expression. Slowly she begins to smile, clearly forcing herself. "And thank you my father for seeing me as myself." She begins to gently rub her exposed shoulder joint. Yes, despite how human she looks the round joints similar to a marionettes say otherwise. I offered so many times to make her look proper. She kept refusing so I hade no choice but to relent. In the end, I can only respect my daughter's wishes.

She notices my mood. Moving back three steps she does a small twirl. "Look at the way the dress flies father." The rim of her dress flies, exposing her slender legs, her silky hair dances in the air, creating the illusion of a shining silver river. "Thank you, my daughter, I feel much be-cough* cough*." Suddenly it's hard to breath. Irushia immediately moves to me. She begins to panic. With her head swinging around and her eyes spinning she moves around. I think trying to find some water or a bag.

The clear pitter patter of footsteps fills the room, bringing some semblance of life back to my dreary lab. After a few minutes I manage to recover. I immediately look to Irushia with a determined glare. "Begin recording." She steps away from me, her eyes shining a bright blue. "Good day or night my son. Welcome to the world...I'm sorry I'll only ever be the message of some stranger. I wish to be more, but I simply cannot. So I must ask for forgiveness."

"When this plays the confusion found when bringing the knowledge you posses to light should have worn away. You're probably confused as to why I refer to you as son. Well that's simple. In fact, I leave it to my sweet daughter and your sister to answer."

Irushia leans forward and widens her eyes, trying to look scary. Instead, because of her shining eyes and short stature she appears more goofy than scary. "Don't be lazy father." I understand I'm being lazy, but I have to make use of the time I have left. Irushia won't be happy but that's fine. After all, she understands so she's likely to forgive.

"I should stop here after all I have ten more messages to leave but before I end this one I have one more thing to say. I love you." My breaths become heavier, sweat covering my bald head. Irushia immediately moves to me to wipe away the sweat with the sleeves of her dress. "Alright father, why don't you rest real quickly."

I feel fine, though a tad tired. Even so I don't want to worry my sweet daughter so I agree. "Alright then." I look around my workshop taking in everything one more time. To my right is a small redwood table with the various blue-prints I've made over the years. Looking at them now, all I feel is embarrassment. Next to the table is several small wood crates with some experimental golems. Above them, on the walls, are various stained glass windows depicting my life.

It's dark, there's moss all across the stone walls, the red rug has become dark and dirty. My lab. My second home has clearly aged along with me. Just like me it's has become dull and dirty. "This room really is quite dull isn't it my daughter."

She hesitates several seconds before responding. "Yes my father. Even so I'm sure after some thought it becomes quite a bright place for you." Smiling, she walks around the room, gently caressing the table tops and walls. True, despite its current appearance I have plenty of happy memories. The happiest being the birth of my daughter. Hehe, soon enough I'll also have a son. "Let us continue my daughter."

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She simply nods in response. I begin to speak to my sweet daughter, leaving one message at a time for my son. After an unknown amount of time I manage to successfully managed to record ten messages.

After all is done I look to my daughter. "My daughter...no Irushia, let me gaze upon my son one last time." She moves in front of me. Even when seated in a chair She's still not taller than me. I gently pat her head. She grunts in annoyance. Even so, I continue patting my little girls head. Loosely hanging on the wall is my son being held up by a mix of small and large cables connected to his body.

Lightly rubbing his blank face, I smile. "I wonder what face you will choose my son."

Seeing this Irushia hesitates. She looks to her exposed joints before looking at me. "...Father why not become a puppet as well?"

"Irushia. I wish to die as the king that founded this kingdom not the coward who became a sentient mannequin."

"...Yes father."

Irushia's begin to glisten. She looks down with a slight whimper. Immediately my heart burns. Even now I have yet to acknowledge what I've done.

"...I'm sorry. You are not just some puppet pulled by the strings of a deteriorating soul Irushia. You are the perfect revival and your brother...your brother is the perfect golem. A copy capable of perfectly replicating and growing beyond its origin."

Irushia's body shakes. Her shoulders go back up but she's still looking at the floor. Tears continue to fall down her eyes."...Yes father."

...I really am a failure of a father. Without hesitation I pull her into a hug. Grabbing her hand I smile. As I rub away her tears I caress her exposed joints. "Freesia everything will be fine so don't cry."

"............"

Suddenly I lose my vision. My body slumps over. I feel weak...so so weak. I should at least leave as I've lived. "Well its about time for me to go so don't forget to take care of your brother."

"Yes father."

-Switching To Irushia's View-

"...Father."

Why father why? You had the perfect body. Just why?

"Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!"

...it hurts...it hurts so much. I look at my father, then at the golem and wonder why did he give so much. He brought back his mother, father, and daughter so why did he need to make some golem? To play god?

"Irushia, everything will be fine so don't cry."

...that's right everything will be fine.

"Well its about time for me to go. Don't forget to take care of your brother."

I walk to my brother and began activating him. I place my hand what is to be his chest and began sending my mana into his body. As my mana flowed into his body I sensed a new life enter the room.

"I see the king has passed huh?"

An annoying voice fills my ears. "Begone Alecia." I say while flipping him my middle fingers.

He puts his arms up in defeat. His shoulder length black hair cascades onto his back. "Okay okay but before I go I want to be sure you want me to bury him in his old pet room." He said before grabbing father.

"Yes."

Suddenly I remember when I first met Alecia. Back then he was just another goblin alchemist. Short and ugly with one of the longest noses among his friends. While me and father we're inspecting the control spires we ran across him and his friends.

Alecia was so skinny and dirty. Even so, he seemed to be content. When I asked him why he just said "because at the end of the day I can still experiment thanks to this bountiful kingdom." His smile was so ugly. His teeth were yellow and sharp and the only thing he had on were hide shorts and and torn cotton shirt. Even so, his smile was one of the most charming I have ever seen.

Suddenly father interrupts us. "May I ask what experiments your talking about young man?" Immediately Alecia freezes. Seeing this both father and I smile. "I assure you everything is fine young man. Just think of it as answering just another curious old man's question.Father's gentle words calm Alecia. Hesitantly he pulls full glass bittle from a hidden pocket.

"This is my proudest one sire. This potion can be used by all residents of this kingdom regardless of race or soul state. When consumed by flesh they will experience a brief period of hyper improvement in physical and magical aspects. The same applies to living golems. The only negative side effect is that calorie or Mana consumption will drastically increase. This can be solved by eating a big meal beforehand or providing the living golem using it with extra Mana stones."

Both father and I go silent. Such an incredible potion. Something goblins, Arachne's, and humans can use. Seeing us go stiff Alecia begins to panic. Before he can say anything Father grabs his shoulders. "Young man what is your name?"

With tears falling down his eyes Alecia answered. "Alecia Goulin, my liege." Smiling, father offers Alecia his right hand. "Alecia. Would you like to work as a royal alchemist?."

On that day the greatest Alchemist in the world was reborn. From poverty, he rose to riches. He could work with any material. All thanks to my father.

Once again I look to Alecia. Before I can say anything. He vanishes. "Alright then, see ya later cutie." He also took several blue-prints. I continue to pour mana into my brother's body waiting for him to come to life. Suddenly, an extreme suction comes from my brother's body, moving to devour all of my mana. I cant resist it in anyway.I can't move my hand away and I can't stop my mana flow. Before I could properly figure out what was going on all my mana was drained immediately knocking me unconscious.