[-Chapter 11- Old Story; New Perspective

(WARNING: This is a PoV chapter only. So there is no Zeki. The first part is the story out of Kyles/Cealius point of view. You don’t have to read it as it just retells the story in a shorter form out of his point of view. If you decide not to read it continue after the line, there you will find a PoV explaining what is going on with Lilika and Adella

Thank you for your attention <__<)

Why do things never go my way?

Every time there is someone foiling my wonderfully laid out plan.

I thought this time it would be different, but it just went the same way as it did in the previous world. In fact it’s even worse.

Back then, when I was younger life was still good and I didn’t have to care about anything. I had no problems finding friends. I had a really good childhood friend, too.

This was until one day these happy days ended. My father was and probably still is, if he is still alive, a very strict man. His only concern was the fortune, fame and success. Anything, which didn’t show possibilities of any of this would be seen as trash

One day he called me in to his room. Sitting there all important. Looking down on the young me. I was still in kindergarten.

“Do you know why I called you here?” he said while looking at me in a condescending way. I didn’t know. I got scared. I probably didn’t want to know either. I wanted to go out and play.

“So you don’t know? What a useless child.” That disappointed look in his eyes. It frightened me more than anything else at that time. I always thought I did everything my father wanted me to. I wanted to please him. That disappointed look made me feel like I never really pleased him.

“The way you are acting now. This won’t give you any kind of success. When I was your age I already learned the basics of managing a company by your grandfather and yet you are spending precious time like this. What a disappointment. From tomorrow on you will get picked up right away and will receive education.”

After he was done saying what he wanted he let me be carried out. My mother was just the same. If my father wasn’t pleased she wouldn’t give me a single look. The servants were severely humiliated by my father so they let their hate out on me, who my father didn’t care about. I didn’t understand anything about the things they tried to teach me. I probably didn’t want to either. I didn’t get to see my parents and just endured the treatment of the servants. I didn’t want to disappoint my father after all.

And then there was Marcus. The person I called friend before now looked endlessly annoying to me. He could play when he wanted. His parents gave him toys. He didn’t have to do anything and yet he always looked like his life would be the worst. Someday I just began hating him. Everything he has should have belonged to me.

The only time my mother would show up would be when Marcus’ mother was there. They had a weird kind of friendship. My mother felt better when she was with that woman. She had one more person to look down upon, I mean.

I didn’t really care what she did as long as she tried to play the good mother in front of that woman. I could get away with anything and even get praised.

When I threw away Marcus’ toys I was praised for bringing them back. Marcus would get scolded even though he said the truth. That was the time when I realized something.

Letting out my frustration on someone inferior was unbelievably relieving.

Some things I learned from the home lessons were useful. People are pawns, you just have to fit their ideals and they will follow you.

That is exactly what I did and it worked better than I believed it would. These people were complete idiots. After some time they believed anything I said.

Even the rumour about Marcus killing a dog, even thoughIf I did it accidently or the thing about him bullying kids. These kids even agreed with me. They did anything to stay out of trouble it seems. As long as I was in school I was someone important. I had power.

As soon as I came home I was a nobody again. A disappointment. Trash.

I tried my best to get my father’s approval. I scored good grades. I was social. I worked hard in the private lessons. All for naught.

I was always a disgrace and not good enough. Soon the relief I got from venting my frustration on Marcus wasn’t enough.

It led to his total isolation and to many wounds. I never hit him myself. What would be the sense in building up my reputation if I would tarnish it in one go. No, I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t have shown my frustration in front of my father.

Then there was the day I died. Even in death I was together with that hateful person.

That death was painless. It was too quick to make one feel pain. Dying wasn’t that bad, though I didn’t want to die yet. I finally got the chance to do something about this old geezer that old bitch and all these lowlife servants. I could have finally been able to make them acknowledge me. All of them!

That blond goddess didn’t make this whole situation better.

“Waah you look cute~ Heeey~ do you know what happened? You died, ahahaha~ “

That goddess was just as annoying as all the other girls, too. Just saying a few nice words to them makes them like you. They would believe anything as long as you still had your stainless image. As long as you had good looks and influence they would wag their tail at you. They were all just like my mother.

That fucking bitch startled me though. I wasn’t a believer of any kind of religion so I thought there would be nothing after death.

“Oh? Did I scare you? Waaah~ how cute! Well, I already decided which body would be best for you. Sooo~ without further ado, have fun in that world down there, hahaha~”

She didn’t give me a chance to talk up until now. Selfish like all of them. I tried to talk to her the way I was taught to. Making enemies is not tolerable in any situation.

“E-ehm if I may ask, what would is that wonderful lady’s name? You mentioned a “world down there”. What would that be?”

Holding a smile in that situation was near impossible. That bitch… just remembering her made me sick.

“Eeeh~? That’s too much of a hassle, hehe. The body is at the right place and now…. Bye bye~”

She pushed me from a ledge I couldn’t even see.

“YOU BITCH!”

I couldn’t say more until I fell and shortly after fainted. When I woke up I was in the arms of some other woman. Blond hair, light blue eyes and a rake that could be mistaken for giant balloons. There were two long ears visible from under her hair, too. She had that stupid smile on her face and wouldn’t let me go. I thought I was going to be killed again by some monster. Shouting and screaming didn’t help in that situation either.

Later I understood what the “world down there” was. It was this world and the body I was residing in was that of a baby. The woman was probably what one would call an elf.

That woman brought me to some kind of church, showed me to everyone and placed me into some bed. It was soft and comfortable so I didn’t complain. That woman was rather quiet so it was relaxing, too, though that woman gave me the creeps, too.

She would be there sitting close to me and just stare at me or suddenly hugging me or pick me up and walk across the room with me.

When she talked I couldn’t understand a word.

Then one day that woman talked more. She looked quite agitated and shaken. I didn’t exactly get what she said and I didn’t care. I just wanted to be grown up and live like I always wanted to.

As soon as I could walk a bit and understood the language to some extent that woman would take me out and show me around the building. It looked pretty old and dirty. Not a place I would call a good environment.

I saw some kids with various features running around. After all that happened I wasn’t really surprised by such a sight. All of them looked like naïve little shits. Stepping stones for my plan to live without someone blocking my way.

At that time I found out what made that woman’s mouth so lose. It was another child, who was left on the doorsteps of this place. She didn’t like that child and profusely insulting it and its benefactor. The hair colour was the problem apparently.

What stupid people, believing in something like curses. Well there are gods as it seems.

That woman got more and more annoying, telling me to be a role model for the other children and how I should always act with grace. Never get angry at anybody. Never be the one to start a conflict, but the one to resolve it.

That woman should have worked on her attitude first before trying to force something upon me. It made me remember bad things.

One day when I played with some kids I met on one of my field trips I encountered that kid. Black, badly cut hair in contrast to my white hair, two coloured eyes, short and pale. Looking at him made me feel relieved. “What a pitiful kid. He has loser written all over him. He can be used.” These were my thoughts.

He was dripping wet of some brown liquid, his cloth were stained by it. This child made a perfect scapegoat to unite all the children under me.

That kid.

That kid was and still is bad luck incarnate.

That kid knew my name. He knew me. He knew the former me. I didn’t know his name though. At first. Confronting him about that subject ended in a loss on my side. He agitated me. He awaked the anger I felt when I felt someone looking down upon me.

That loser dared to do such a thing. It was unforgivable. He had to be punished, but I couldn’t. My image was important. Making enemies in this world was intolerable. Carrying this thoughts into my dreams was the only thing I could do in such a situation.

He will suffer one way or another.

It was a red dream. A pure red. Disturbed by a single girl.

Someone invaded my only place of freedom.

A girl with a white dress and black hair. She didn’t leave it at that either. She insulted me, cursed me, killed me. She humiliated me. Made my life harder. That girl.

That girl was a sin on its own.

I wished her death. I wished her to suffer. Aaah, would have loved to see her suffer, but it was just a dream. That’s what I thought.

That fucking bitch seemed to be a damn god. The curse was real. Every time I didn’t focus on good thoughts I would feel my expression change without my permission. I would mumble words which weren’t meant for anyone to hear. It was indeed a curse. It endangered my wonderful plan.

That shitty loser kid had it much easier. Going of somewhere without a worry going back into that room without being questioned where he went.

Every time I was around him my control over my expressions slipped. A frown would appear on my face, a weird smile or a mask of pure rage. My hand couldn’t cover up all of it.

If that woman had seen me my little freedom would have been restricted even more. The other kids, who flocked around me didn’t seem to notice it even if I didn’t hide the face. Normally kids would feel unrest when subjected to such gazes or feel a bit scared as they are just little fucks, but these kids just ignored the fact I ever had such expressions on my face. It was suspicious, but as long as I could move these pawns it didn’t matter to me.

That crud school I had to visit didn’t help me with my current situation at all. The history lessons would cause unrest. The P.E. teacher made fun of me. My expressions would slip. My actions weren’t under my control and that loser kid called Zeki. I felt him sneering at me.

He was looking down on me with that slow girl. I tried to be nice. I really did...

I didn’t do anything to most of my former classmates, too. I was really puzzled as to who that kid was.

Even the plan carefully created didn’t work and I almost lost the trust of that little bitch. What was her name again? She followed me around all day.

I even endured that humiliation while we were in math class as I thought that kid will be soon another stepping stone anyway.

I made that girl, I think her name was something with Sh, beat him with one of the training swords. I would go to him all worried and help him up. Of course, that girl would get into trouble, but who cares right? It was her own fault for believing me.

What did I get? I got a glare from him! He ignored me completely! Intolerable, not acceptable!

The expression on my face changed once again without my will.

If he wasn’t willing to follow me he shall suffer. Humiliating him. Letting him feel pain. Taking his hope.

I wanted to do all that. I made that Sh girl go near him and report to me all his weaknesses. He didn’t have any way to defend himself anyway. He couldn’t use any magic and he looked like he would collapse any moment anyway.

It would be easy right?

Wrong.

I send kids after him. I made them use that brown liquid. I made him an outcast, but he still didn’t change his attitude. He wasn’t fazed by all that in any way.

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The kids I send after him after school couldn’t even catch him. That library was the fucking problem. Every time I saw that unchanged face and the people starting to converse with him I felt something rising from deep within me.

I grew more and more anxious. Every day that girl came to report I wanted him to suffer more badly than the day before, but I couldn’t leave it to these incompetent fools.

I had to do something. I must have gone mad. My head was hazy and I felt like I wasn’t really in control. Just another part of the curse maybe, but I didn’t care. It felt like something finally got free. It was not a bad feeling.

I gathered some of the kids and made that follower girl get that little girl wagging her tail at that loser kid.

Watching her get beat up made my anxious heart grow a little more clam, but that wasn’t enough. That Zeki. That bastard had to suffer. He had to know his place. It was times like this where my power was best used. Just a bit of light attribute mana mixed with the mana surrounding a body makes them obedient.

Just kids though. If I could control adults it would have been much easier. I could have made Zeki suffer much more, but I could just control kids of my age and younger.

This power was godsend never the less. I didn’t have to keep up my image when I was alone with the children. I could make any kind of expression. I could do anything I wanted to without them getting freaked out. They were the perfect pawns even if they weren’t conscious when I controlled them.

The only conscious slave was that Sh girl. She had to be my little spy after all. I couldn’t control her while I had to take care of so many puppets.

That Sh girl was really useful even if she was just another bitch following me around. That woman wouldn’t even care if something were to happen to Zeki. She hated his guts anyway. He was perfect.

The new Marcus so to say. He pissed me off the same.

It didn’t take long for that idiot to show up. What a naïve person he was. Trying to play hero even in such a situation.

He did fight better than I expected, but I wasn’t unprepared. That Sh girl was a good pawn.

But even this was foiled. He took my magic. He hurt me. He humiliated me again. He made my hard work disappeared. He wasn’t supposed to do that. And that blue haired fucker. Why did he have to interfere? I was so close. I nearly made him drink it. I nearly made him suffer.

Everything. Everything. Every god damned thing got destroyed. That fucking woman wouldn’t let me close to Zeki again.

I had to follow him in secret to wait for an opportunity to strike. That is when I heard it.

He was a demon. He was a monster. He was a monster, which should die. He could be killed without anybody crying for him.

It’s logical, isn’t it? I heard Celestials hated their guts. It seemed like I was one of them. The little wings on my back were harder to hide as they grew bigger.

These Celestials would believe me if I told them. The feeling which was subdued for a little while welled up in me again.

Aah~ It was the perfect plan. Finally. Finally. I thought.

Like the priestesses said these Celestials came to that fucking temple on the furthest corner of this continent.

Just a simple answer to the question of these people would end my suffering. Just a simple Yes of all these kids would cause his death. I didn’t have to do anything.

I could get rid of him.

Aah~ it was an exhilarating feeling. The only person to look down upon me in this entire temple would disappear like that.

I felt great until they started to shoot magic. They weren’t just searching for Zeki, no, they were destroying everything.

The adults. The kids. The building.

They would kill me too if I didn’t run away. I couldn’t beat them. I couldn’t use my magic on them.

I would’ve died. I couldn’t die yet. I had yet to really live. I couldn’t live with Zeki being in my way.

I didn’t care for the pawns I lost. I could just get new ones.

The kids ran towards me, as if I was some kind of hero. I didn’t have need for dead losses.

I nearly reached the forest. I could hide there. I could make new plans, but I was stopped.

That Sh girl. She grabbed my foot. She was shouting.

“Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me! Save me! Cealius! Please! Save me!!!”

Her tear smeared face and the dirty hands were rubbing against my leg. The Celestials came closer.

“Let go, you fucking bitch! You want to kill me? Let go, god damn it! I don’t need you anymore! Fuck off!!!”

A kick to her head did the trick. She was lying there. She didn’t move. I didn’t know if she was alive or dead.

I stared at her more than I wanted. I wasn’t attached to her. I still don’t know why it was so hard for me to leave. I was more important than her. Why did I waste so much time, before finally running?

It was her fault that I ran into him. That crazy demon.

He jumped me out of nowhere. His fist connected with my face, which made me fall.

He dared to do such a thing in a time like this.

He looked at me like he was looking at an insect. He wasn’t allowed to do that. He was the insect. The trash. He doesn’t have the right to do what he did.

My magic didn’t affect him. He was a real monster. He came closer and closer. I couldn’t move. I wasn’t scared. I surely wasn’t. Not because of such a loser.

The magic worked on that little girl, who was behind him. This was another perfect plan. He wouldn’t hurt her, right? He saved her after all, right? She would kill him. This would create the ultimate despair.

It made his expression change. He finally changed it. It felt great. Finally.

I thought I finally succeeded, but it was a failure.

He came closer to me with that girl beating him. He closed his hands around my neck and increased his grip strength with every passing second.

Struggling didn’t help. I couldn’t say anything. I was again on the receiving end. Why was the world so unfair?

The final thing I saw was the mad face of a demon.

My plans always fail. My life was never a free one. Dying would probably be better than continuing living, huh?

As if. Who the fuck would die like that? Huh?!

I couldn’t die yet! Not yet!

I don’t care what kind of life I would be living after I wake up but I want to fucking live god damn it!!!

It was a field of death. The idyllic place, which harboured many children and some women now looked like an abandoned battle field. It wasn’t even a battle. It was a one sided massacre.

The priestesses and the children didn’t have a chance against the superior Celestials. They were just insects crushed by a hammer. The attack magic they knew wasn’t sufficient to do anything about them. The one person who could have done something left for the nearby village.

Konrad von Tarria didn’t want to sleep with demi-humans under one roof. The priestesses begged him to stay just for this visit of the Celestials, but he refused.

Just one child bore responsibility over this whole incident, but he didn’t take this responsibility. He ran left the children who needed help alone. He ran and finally got what he wanted but to a price he will learn to regret to have paid.

The boy, Zeki. He got away without a wound on his body, but his mind took a huge blow. He never experienced war. He never saw so much senseless death. The smell of burned bodies. The child which lived just a second before him, crushed by magic. He may recover, but he will never forget this incident. He may have spared Cealius, but he will never forgive him. Cealius was no longer a person to him. He was a monster.

The Celestials left soon after they couldn’t detect any more movement.

A field of death. Burned, crushed, stabbed and lifeless bodies and walking between them was one woman.

She had light blue hair, which she wore in braids. They looked quite messy. She adjusted her glasses in even intervals, searching for still living people.

Adella together with Lilika tried to rescue as many children as possible from the Celestials’ relentless attacks. They still had hope, some of the kids were able to hide somewhere and survived. It sickened her seeing so many innocent children ruthlessly murdered without any reason on the floor.

She saw a lot of places and she saw a lot of people die, but she would never get used to these scenes. She strived to lead the people to the creation to peaceful world, but that was just a dream with no prospective whatsoever to be fulfilled in the near future.

The Celestials wouldn’t listen to anyone and the other races didn’t care. They were afraid of the Celestials. They were worshiped like messengers of the gods even though they were just a creation of the gods, too.

Lilika tended to the children’s wounds and tried to calm them. She tried to act confident and responsible, but she wanted to cry just like them. She didn’t know what became out of Zeki. Her dear little Zeki.

She knew for a long time, that he wasn’t from the elven race. She noticed the growing horns when he was sleeping. She loved watching his cute sleeping face. It looked peaceful and innocent other than his usual expression. He always seemed to look right though you on the other hand you couldn’t seem to understand what he was thinking.

It wasn’t a child-like behaviour, but it was just another aspect of him. He hated being hugged. He loved her healing. He didn’t like white. She wanted to see him grow up more.

She couldn’t be selfish now. There were more children in need of a person they could cling to in these times. She had to take care of them. She was a priestess of Ione after all.

The number of the kids could be counted on ones hands. With only two people it was hard to even rescue these few kids.

There were two ten year old kids, called Dex and Tiana. They sat near Zeki. Tiana stayed quiet and sat in a corner all by herself. Every time someone came near her she would flinch and try to move further back. Dex reacted violently.

It would have been weird if they acted normal. The other kids were close to their age. Alycia was not among them. She wasn’t part of the dead bodies, Adella began to line up, either. This meant she got taken away or she died somewhere else, but Lilika was convinced she got saved by Zeki. This would confirm Zeki being alive, too so she held on to that thought.

“Oh! Adella! Any luck?” Adella came back and helped with calming some children.

“Yes, this kid was hiding in the dorms under a bed. She was feeling unwell.” She picked up a stool and sat a younger kid on it. She looked for injuries or any curses that may have afflicted that kid.

“What happened, big sis? Why was everyone sleeping on the floor?” explaining it would have hurt every person present. Adella tried to smile as best as she could.

“Don’t worry. They are at a far better place. I mean it. I bet they are having a great time. “

This kid could still smile. That little girl didn’t see what happened. That innocent smiling gave every kid and the two adults a bit of hope back.

“Okay, everybody! Let’s do our best and get some beds here! Tomorrow some help will come for sure!” even with Lilika’s tries to stay positive and to motivate the kids, they didn’t want to leave the library anymore. They were too afraid.

“I will come with you Miss Lilika.” The red haired human boy called Dex was standing next to her and looking at her with fierce eyes. After he said something 3 other kids wanted to help, too, but they seemed to just trot behind them lifelessly.

This would not be a matter forgotten in a few days, but they had to survive, if just for the people who lost their lives that day.

They had to be strong. They will be strong.

Authors note:

Hey there

Sorry for the really reaaaally late chapter, but I had to study for my upcoming exams…. So yea…

Sorry for that and, well, sorry for this chapter too ^^”

I planned to do that a long time ago before even the 2nd ch was out.

Anyways

If find grammatical or writing errors please tell me. If you have suggestions for the next chapters please tell them to me (especially cause I reached the point where I don’t have a clear idea what to write next :’D). Criticism is welcome, too. (I know, this story is depressing qwq)

If you just liked my story please write me a comment too :’D. It’s always a good feeling to hear that, right, hahaha

The next thing, which will be uploaded, will be the before mentioned character list and some other information, so look forward to that, I guess? XD

Now to the most important part~

Thank you so much for sticking with this story even though it’s this kind of thing!

Thank you so much for reading and see you next time ^^)/