Pure white hair stained red of fresh blood. Frigid cold blue eyes that haunted those who set their eyes on them. Pale white skin that appeared to be the one’s of a lifeless corpse. Swords that danced in fury, pelting people to their deaths.

That is I. That is what I’ve become.

I stand on this battlefield laced with corpses far past recognition. Souls danced upon their fallen mates. A massacre occurred among the desolated army.

Each breath I take draws more horror to the men that I stare at. Every glance brings horror among the eyes of those who stand across from me. Each step I take makes everyone skip a heartbeat.

I do not remember. I cannot understand. I only wonder.

I sword tightly, feeling the emptiness that should have filled the hands long ago. The sullen atmosphere only added to the dread.

Not theirs, but mine as well.

The fear I have about my past. The disagreements that I have with my inner conscious. And my naiveness that I have about this world.

Only shreds remain in my mind about the past. The name Eve… Eve… Eve…

I only remember well what it meant to me. It was the sun to the moon. It was bright to darkness. It was white to black. It was Eve to me.

As if it called out to me, the name Eve only spoke to me. No feelings of enjoyment, passion, or happiness ever came out. Only the sadness of our last parting was what I remember. The necklace that she presented to me as a present. As a good luck charm.

It was what I held close to my heart. Something that decorated and adorned me everywhere I go.

However, even as I wear it, it did not bring out any happiness. It only brought out sorrow. The feeling of unfulfillment. I could only wonder what it has meant to me in the past.

I am no god. I am no overpowered being. I am not a hero.

All I can do is continue slashing through the bones of those who stand in front of me. In return, pails of blood fill my mouth. I start wheezing. My muscles tire out, and becomes unresponsive to stimuli. Yet, I can only continue on.

This is what I live for. Though I do not remember Eve or recollect my past, I know the present. The people I must protect. Faye is the name I drill in my mind. For she is all I have right now. She is the being that fills the cup of my heart. Though not fully as romance should, she fills it with pride. She fulfills my purpose in the present. She gave me a raison dêtre within this world.

She stands behind me now, as I pierce soldier and soldier to plow a path for her to comfortably walk through. That is all I could serve for her.

Each step is for Faye, yet I feel empty inside. The failure of my past seemed to haunt me ever more greatly as before-the feeling that something was taken away. It did not seem to result in the desire the vengeance. Nor did it inspire myself to continue on. The past only revealed how I wallowed in tears in hopes for another day. Another chance. Another time limit for my unfulfilled love.

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But romance has never flourished in my life again. Like a poem, my life has been vague at best. No destination. My past does not grant me the authority to peer into a former forgotten dream. It is only blank as a clean slate. Only emotions cloud the uppermost part of the erased memories. In reality, my life only served as an antagonist-a killer.

Like that, a thrust decapitates a man’s head, splattering blood upon my body, staining my jet black clothes in irremovable blood.

Yet I continue on without an emotion upon my sullen face.

And as each drop of impure blood watered the ground below the battlefield, I only advance with a feeling that everything would end up much worse as things are right now as I advance, step by step.

Time does not stop for anyone, including me; it continue forward paying no heed to the problems it has caused.

I cannot predict the future. I am no oracle. I am not a profit. I am just an abnormal existence.

But it is disappointing to feel that there is more emotion put into the future than that of the past. But the buckets of blood shall never wash away the past.

The future slowly fades as the last man facing me was killed with a stab at his heart. He slowly fell down to the ground, slumped over, as blood emptied from his body and his face becomes pale.

I come into state, blanked out of the emotionless stare that I had. Looking back, I felt the disgust of my actions, the things I almost forgot, and the lack of sympathy for others. Nevertheless, pride swelled in me as I saw Faye, safe and sound, unharmed by the battle among thousands.

I cough blood again. Seeing this, Faye comes running over. I am forced onto my knees as Faye approached me with the quickest run that she could manage.

I start coughing again. Realizing this time, it was a regular wheeze without any red fluid in it. I would live. I have always lived.

I slowly lowered myself, using a sword as a support as my body slowly touched the ground.

Faye had already reached me, attending any wounds that may be found on my body. She won’t find any.

On the ground, I looked up upon the night sky. The stars danced majestically, as Eve once would. They shone brightly, as Eve did. They brought good luck, as Eve gave.

Faye was quickly checking my body for any wounds, slowly crying long tears that dripped onto the ground. It was not the first time.

I close my eyes. Surrounded in pure darkness, I raise my two hands and brought them together in total blindness. I clapped once, and prayed.

This is the story of my life.