Is this death? I feel so light—like I could do anything. My vision is dark; I can’t see anything. Life felt heavier than this. This is oddly comforting—not too hot nor too cold; it’s the perfect temperature. Sakura—the bitch—I’ll get her one day, but how can I? I’m dead; I am no longer alive. Is this nonexistence? But it cannot be. I am not yet utterly annihilated, destroyed—obliterated. The burning lust I had is no longer there; the searing pain I felt is gone. My hatred—it, too, is gone. The severed limbs, the excruciating suffering I had to go through, the urge to reproduce I so hardly controlled, and the unexpected death—I had to go through it all—in such a short amount of time. I wonder what it is that Father created. This world? This ugly world with its ugly ways? This pit called existence? If that’s the case, Father is incompetent—not that I am better than him, of course. How long will this darkness go on? Am I trapped here for eternity? Is this really what happens when you die? If so, where are other people? Why am I the only person thinking all of this? Suffering—this world is suffering; that sounds masochistic, yet regardless, it’s true—one cannot exist without pain. Is this the truth? What is the truth? Why am I thinking all of this? Why am I so calm even after all that? Have I changed somehow? Did I love her, or did I merely lust after her body? What is love? Does it even exist? What is existence? Is it reality? Is there reality, or is it all a lie? What is the truth? Is there such a thing? I feel depressed; I feel powerless. Uncontrollability—is this reality? Is that the truth? Fate? Suffering makes you think, it seems. I don’t think I’ll have answers to any of these questions.

“Wake up.”

Am I hearing voices now? Have I gone mad?

“Wake up to reality.”

Yeah, I’ve gone mad; I’m imagining voices now.

“Nothing ever goes as you want in this hell.”

“Who are you?”

I truly must have gone mad.

“The more you live, the more you realize that the only states constant in this world are mental and physical pain, danger, unhappiness, suffering, and futility. The dichromacy of the world—so long as there is the concept of winners, losers will exist. The desire to bring peace culminates in wars. Hatred is born to protect those we love. These are the realities of the world, and I wish to sever this causality. I want to create a world of only winners—a world of only peace, love, and happiness, free from all danger. I shall create such a world, for this state is but hell.”

“Wow, that sounds vaguely philosophical, for some reason.”

“Wanderer of the world, what do you seek? What is it you desire?”

“First of all, who are you? Secondly, what am I doing here? And lastly, why is everything so dark?”

“What is it you wish? Power? Renown? Riches?”

“Are you ignoring me? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“Answer me, and then you’ll know.”

“All right. I seek control; I seek power; I seek the power to change fate itself.”

“Then you shall have it.”

“Who are you?”

“The Wielder of the Worlds: V of Two—the Sorcerer Supreme.”

“Wha—”

Nero came back to life, though without a body. He saw his killer, Sakura, in the heart of the chamber, standing, looking ever so graceful even in such savagery.

“Sakura!”

“Oh, ho? So you haven’t died yet? Interesting.”

“I’ll die when I’ve fucked your guts out.”

“Try me.”

“You’ll regret ever doing that to me, bitch.”

Nero had no material body, and as such, Sakura couldn’t do anything to him; using that advantage, Nero analyzed the area, finding more than twenty exits she could escape through, if not more.

I’ll have to materialize; otherwise, I can’t do anything, but how do I do it? Damn it!

Nero thought about it for a while, while Sakura also thought about what she could do; she sensed his presence in the room, but she couldn’t find his immaterial position, where she could strike.

“This is getting boring. Come out, and we’ll play!”

“Yeah, I’ll play with your body as soon as I’m done with this.”

What can I do? What can I do? I don’t know the first thing about magic in this world. I wonder who that V of Two was; he could have been useful.

Nero felt something he couldn’t quite put his finger on; it was the feeling of his body. He materialized in front of Sakura, a good few feet away.

I got my body back! What happened, I wonder? But now, I must fight.

“Finally—I thought I’d have to wait for eternity.”

“Ah, I’m a gentleman; I don’t keep the ladies waiting.”

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“Then be a gentleman and give it your all!”

Sakura teleported to where Nero was, her blade touching Nero’s neck.

“Any final wishes, filth?”

“Fuck you.”

She tried to slit his throat, but she couldn’t; she was shocked.

“What? How?”

“Surprised?”

Nero grabbed her close, like a lover, squeezing her; Sakura screamed out in pain.

“Stop it! Stop it!”

“How does it feel, huh, bitch?”

“I’ll kill you again and again if I have to, trash.”

Nero let one hand go and slapped Sakura with it, the slap putting her on the ground. Then Nero spread her legs.

“No! Stop it! You fucking filth!”

“You don’t deserve to say that, bitch.”

Nero ripped off her beautiful kimono, which was colored light green mixed with turquoise blue.

“Beautiful. I’ll have lots of fun, no doubt.”

Tears came from Sakura’s golden eyes, but she didn’t lose hope as she mumbled something, perhaps a spell. Thunder struck Nero’s body, distancing him from Sakura about twenty feet. Nero screamed in physical pain.

“I forgot you were a bitch-witch.”

Nero laughed, while Sakura mumbled something. Again, Nero was struck with lightning, but he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Have you finally gone mad, shithead?”

“Fragrant dreams. Sweet victory.”

She mumbled again, and thereafter, Nero was struck with fire, but it did nothing to his body—nothing at all.

“Nothing happened? You monster!”

Nero wasn’t himself anymore; his mind went blank, while Sakura mumbled something, and Nero’s body became covered in ice, his body immobile.

“Time to end this waste of time.”

“Are you sure you can do that?”

The ice covering Nero broke; he was now free to move.

“I can, and I will.”

“Well, go on.”

“Sagama saga hie; loma lo hie!”

Sakura cast a spell that covered Nero’s body with purple flames—the flames that made him die, but he was no longer afraid of the flames; he wasn’t harmed by them, even.

“What?”

“Surprised?”

“Those are the Flames of Antioch! How come you’re not dead? You monster!”

Sakura panicked.

I am sure she’ll use a teleportation and invisibility spell now.

And Sakura did exactly that, not counting the teleportation; she was now invisible, nowhere to be seen.

“That won’t work.”

Sakura cast another spell that rained hundreds, if not thousands, of swords on Nero, again and again, until she was certain it had done enough damage on him, though she couldn’t make that sure, as dust obstructed her view.

“Are you done?”

No sooner had he said that than he appeared where Sakura was; as a result, Sakura was alarmed.

“What?”

Nero punched her stomach, undoing her invisibility spell. Sakura fell to the ground, at the heart of the chamber. He descended to the ground, looking at the naked, delicious body of Sakura; he came close to her, just like a predator catching its prey. Sakura felt powerless before him, almost accepting defeat.

“I won’t let you have your way with me, monster!”

“Do you really think you have the power to stop me? How naive.”

Sakura stared at him in disbelief; she was now the prey, and he was now the predator; the tables had turned.

“Before you become a mindless sex slave, tell me why you did what you did.”

She said nothing.

“Oh? Didn’t hear, huh?”

Nero sat down and spread her legs wider than before.

“No, no! I’ll tell you everything. Please! Anything but that.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Nero came closer to her, touching her stomach; her legs were already spread open; he took off his upper clothing.

“No, no! Please! I’ll do anything, anything! Just don’t do that to me.”

“You’ll do anything?”

“Anything!”

“Then tell me the cause of your sudden vitriolic actions.”

“The gods and goddesses have long ruled us; I wish to free all of us of their crafty enslavement.”

“Interesting. Now, time to fuck.”

“No, no! Get away from me! No! Somebody, help!”

“No one will come to save you against my wrath. I will enjoy you thoroughly; be prepared.”

“No, no. You said you wouldn’t do anything.”

“When?”

“Fuck you! You monster! Curse your kind!”

“Thank you for the compliments; now let the feast begin.”

Nero removed all his clothes, excitedly smiling at Sakura.

“So, are you ready?”

She said nothing.

“Well, you’ll be screaming in pleasure and pain soon enough.

Sakura lost all hope, her face almost lifeless.

“Aw, don’t look so sad; you’re my first.”

Nero entered her, feeling the rush of pleasure pulsing through his loins; however, as soon as he did that, many memories flushed in his mind.

What the—what’s all this? What’re these memories I’m seeing? Sakura? Why’s Sakura there? And who’s that person? They are lovers? What—what’s going on? War? Is that Servantus? That’s the same person who was with Sakura. Knife? Blood? Death? Sakura crying? What—I’m him?

Nero cried, but he didn’t whimper; silent tears fell, moistening Sakura’s sex. Sakura watched him, wondering what happened. Yes, it was true. Nero was Sakura’s lover.