Chapter 3 : Cacodemon
Would God forbid his creation from entering heaven if his creation was a demon?
A cacodemon; whoever would dare to get in contact will vanish in this world in an instant like a tormented flies in oblivion.
I wouldn't be a dreamer who envisioned going to a safe haven, yet my heart yells for its fantasies and vivid dreams. Fantasies, fantasies that make me feel alive—lamentably, I created my own universe by being a dreamer. A universe that I have full control over.
A really ecstatic experience for someone who has lived their whole life in agony. Yet every day he is grateful for his life and to be able to fantasize.
Fantasies that salvage him from the ravage of this world. In his own world, everyone he cherishes is there cheerfully connecting with him. There, everyone is almost flawless. There everything is fair; no deaths, anguish, or betrayal.
But it is nothing but a mere dream where every time he is reminded that reality is the truth…
I couldn't bother but to ask myself, ‘What now? ’ after that encounter. I'm frightened, in fear of what would be the outcome of this duel. I couldn't put anyone to blame; I'm the one to blame. I'm no cause for concern about what that dolphin will perform. The only one that is concerning me is me; I might kill him unconventionally.
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Questions bombarded my head: ‘What can I do? What will be the consequences of the aftermath? Why did I even accept his challenge?’
Burdened with questions that I couldn't give an answer to, even if I scratched my head vigorously.
“Hiragi! Hiragi! Heyy!! ”
“Uhh...”
A hazy voice mutters, “You're daydreaming, aren't you? ” with a concerned tone.
“Yeah…” I replied, feeling lethargic after daydreaming.
Erina went in total silent after hearing my answer…
I was really lost in my thoughts earlier that I have forgotten that I'm with Erina at the stairs, with her sitting on the upper portion behind me.
We're on our way to our classroom but the smooth solid slate of the stairs is full of delight that we couldn't help to leave from a sitting position.
I cautiously turned my head on Erina, who was uneasy, putting her hands on her face in repentance. I couldn't help but to observe her, refraining myself from saying anything that would increase her uneasiness even more.
I'm sorry, if we only didn't met today or I didn't do that at the entrance; your first day on this academy will be something. Not like this….
“I'm sorry, Erina...” I whisper, pressing down my face with both hands, holding down my sorrowful tears to fall. The silence echoes melancholy, a melancholic time that gradually deteriorates my bones. My body tremor immensely as it lets a vast ocean stream.
As I sob like a newborn child, Erina reaches out and wraps her thin, long arms around me like a warm blanket that warms me through this winter. Her hug was firm yet tender to be felt, which solaces me in this battle.
“Let out. I am here, okay? ” said she, as she smeared my back gently repeatedly, saturating her uniform with tangy liquid.