Life really does suck. It never goes the way I want it to nor does it get any better. The scenario before me is an example. At this point, I don't really have anything to live anymore. I looked at the laughing goblin in front of me slowly approaching me with his small tomahawk and here was me crawling on the ground like some piece of shit.
Honestly, I wanted to live like a normal kid. Have a normal life with caring parents. Hangout with friends, have good grades and praised by teachers. Probably have a lover as well. Hell…I'm so about to die now. What would have mom said in this situation…? I looked at the dead body of my mother and closed my eyes to imagine—
"Live…Eiji…"
At that instant, I reacted to swing coming at me and dodged it by ducking down and backing off. The force of the tomahawk swing was so prodigious that it broke apart the door and walls. I backed out a bit too much and rolled my way down the stairs. Blood started pouring down from my head and it took me a while to regain my composure and the goblin took that time to get down with his tomahawk.
Why did I instinctively, dodge that attack? It's not like I want to live anymore. If I died as well that would have better, but…why do I have a feeling that mom wants me to live? If that really is the case then.
"I will do exactly that, mom."
She has suffered way more than me since the beginning. If I am not able to fulfill my mother's dying wish, then I will not be able to call myself her son. But at first, let's take revenge on this ugly bastard.
I know this sounds crazy but I don't feel as anxious as before. Normally people would feel horrified and unable to move out of fear in the face of such a monster but surprisingly even though I was frightened at first, now I seemed to have calmed down.
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But how am I going to take this monster down? They say that goblins are sly creatures. They usually work in groups to take down their enemies but this one is alone and probably working with the hobgoblin outside. Then if I were to show some of my own strength then it should back down. I decided to pick up a table stick and make a stance before it.
The goblin started panicking a bit but was still laughing at me. I took a deep breath and charged at it. It swung its tomahawk but I twisted my body to avoid it and made a turn to hit it in the neck but it reacted quick and punched me in the guts which made me fall back a good distance away.
It maybe one of the weakest creatures but to humans it was enough strong. I don't have much experience in combat but I did use to fight few delinquents in order to gain combat prowess so I could fight against my dad. Yeah, I did that heh.
It snickered at me, and came at me with the tomahawk but I threw our dining table at him and he broke it with his weapon. That gave me some time to regain my composure and I hit its head with my table stick. It was stunned for a bit and fell down. I saw that as my opportunity.
The tomahawk was lying beside it. I could pick it up and use it to kill it. But I have neither killed a human or anything. I was hesitating a bit but I remember the fact that this piece of shit killed my mom. The only person who cared for me. I picked up the tomahawk as I saw the goblin slowly regained his composure and look at me with fear in his eyes.
And without hesitation…I swung the tomahawk deep inside its body and split it in half from the top to its abdomen. I don't know what kind of expression I had on my face but I was feeling very satisfied. A subtle satisfaction I hadn't felt in these many years. I chuckled a bit and slowly a sinister laugh came out of my mouth.
I made my way out through the front gate and saw the hobgoblin dead in the tracks with the rest of the chivalric order guys dead as well. I simply don't care about those people so I ignore them but only one fact that disturbed me the most was the body that was lying beside the hobgoblin which had its guts cleaved out. That body was the dead body of my father. In most cases, people would have felt bad for the deaths of their parents but as for me, I couldn't have felt happy. Now it felt like I was finally free but at the same time I felt very empty.
I simply picked up the bayonet that was lying on the ground instead of the tomahawk since I felt that I would feel comfortable using that one and left from that area.
That was the day when everything went down. The day when hell itself descended upon the Earth and destroyed its ambience. Half of humanity was decimated and many people lost their families and friends too. I was one of them and that was the day where I lost everything as well as gained a new personality. That was the beginning of Judgement.