I hated mirrors. Every time I looked into one, I was forced to look at a reflection of my own pathetic face. The moment I became the soul eater…no, the moment I bowed to those rats in the organization, I felt my self-respect slip away. Day by day, piece by piece. I've become a shadow of who I was.
I had to remind myself that this was a necessary evil. If I wanted to change the world for the better, I had to keep going and endure it. I had no time to cry. What happened in the Greenwood Forest was something that I could never allow to happen again. In the end I got what I wanted, but it didn’t go how I planned it at all. I had underestimated the boy and this stupid witch. I let my small fingers caress the book that I had been searching for so long. At least I was able to acquire it. The book had been one of two objectives of our mission. That idiot Agony had messed up our second objective, kidnapping the girl with his puppet. I told him one puppet would not be enough, he should have listened to me. In the end, because he didn’t survive, I had to go back to the village myself. Because our initial target was under the protection of the third strongest adventurer in the Sural kingdom, I had to go for the other one. She was easy to kidnap, it was almost like a stroll in the park. My plan to kidnap the girl had been foolish. We couldn’t risk raising unnecessary awareness of our activities.
Lost in my mind, I flipped through the pages of the book. I had been sitting here, trying to extract its wisdom for hours already, but I didn’t find what I wanted yet.
“Come on, give me something, anything.”
I muttered to the book, running my fingers along its worn side.
”I've hunted you down, risked everything and you're just going to sit there, silent?”
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I knew I was losing it, talking to an object. I couldn’t help the frustration gnawing at me.
Not finding my answers in the book made me angry. I have had serious anger issues for quite some time now.
The rage I felt burning in my chest was so strong it was almost choking me. The moonshade brats, the smug superiors in the eternal darkness, the cursed bearers all fueled the fire. My nails dug into my palms until they threatened to draw blood. I couldn't let it consume me… not yet…
I got what I needed, so I should be happy. What was it that kept my joy at bay? This was just a rhetorical question, because I knew the answer all too well. Kuro… that boy… Just when I was about to feast upon his soul, his mana core awakened? Someone has got to be kidding me. This had to be some sick, perverted prank. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t fair, but I shouldn’t have had any problems killing him even after his awakening. He just caught me off guard and managed to stall enough time for the other brat to arrive…
He wouldn’t be so lucky next time. I won’t let anyone mock me and live. I was a predator, and he was my prey.
I heard a dry, throaty chuckle escape my lungs. There was no trace of my self-hatred left, only pure animalistic bloodlust.
“Kuro… You should look out. I will make you suffer in ways you could never imagine. I will break you down until you beg me to kill you.”
I could already imagine a few things I would do to him. A wicked grin spread on my face and a twisted delight filled me. I would be watching his steps closely, and the moment he made a mistake and dropped his guard, I would strike. He wouldn’t get away a second time. His soul was mine after all.
“Run as far as you can Kuro moonshade. But no matter where you go, the wolf is always faster and always hungrier. And I'm not done hunting yet. This… is merely the beginning.”
I muttered to myself as I started planning my next steps.