82 Glimpse of a Kings Narcissism (2/2)

”Heard that good for nothing Anima? Explain how you sold them out! I don't want to explain. It would be such a genuine waste of my precious voice.” The King, grasping the poor anima's once beautiful flawless hair, said.

” No, please I did not... I- I was commanded by the deities to introduce to you some parts of the system...but, but they came and said to lure them there or else they will kill all of my defenseless clan... P-.. please, forgive me. I did not w-want any of th-these... Pl-ease.” With a fainting voice and with teary eyes, Amadea answered, looking into me with her evident contrite and the feeling of guilt...

”And there you have it.” Responded the King as he violently struck the anima's head on the cage of steel.

”EXCEPT THAT YOUR CLAN HAS BEEN WIPED OUT MOMENTS AGO, HAHAHAHAHAAHAH!” the king dementedly added, addressing the deranged lines to the Anima.

”N-no... I-it can't be...” Amadea fell to her face on her own blood as she was unable to withstand the brutality of the King's narcissism and fell to a trance, only an inch away from death.

”Now, that the negotiations have been set, shall we dance? Pitiful feudal overlord.”

I was unable to answer... Shiro, seeing my inability to respond tapped my back as she drifts mid-air with her wings making me wake up from the fact, that sulking gets me nowhere... But, it's such a weird feeling... I want to be angry, but I can't... I want to hate but I cant... I want to cry, but ultimately can't...I want to be sad, but I can't... It's a wold of monochrome that I am in...

”Hmm... I think that was not a negotiation just now... It's an incentive that I will have to accept...” I continued talking, without them knowing that I am slowly destroying their individual amulets that keep me from getting inside their heads, and as it all was made broken, what welcomed me was very dark intentions especially coming from the king even reaching the heights of the skies, then...

”Sorry.” A voice, sadder than my mine came to me, from the synthesized Angel herself taking Shiro's consciousness, yet again.

”If it was not for me... All of you could have had led a nicer life here...” She said, acting strong, but her eyes say the inevitable otherwise. An array of crystal clear tears came forth from the outbursts of her emotions...

”Maybe... I should just turn myself in, oni-chama.”

”No, you can't.” I simply recoiled.

”And what are you saying 'nicer life' here? It's a war. It's only natural for some lives to be lost along with the process.” I added, sounding even more horrible than the King.

”Huh? But you and your fellow race would be safer without me.”

”Correction. I have no fellowship with them..”

”But oni-chama!”

”No buts... Shiro is my adopted sister which coincidentally includes you on the package. I will not hand you over to them.., And you're supposed to be an Angel of Healing, right? I'll just have you heal them later.”

The little girl along with the dwelling angel, entwined in one fragile vessel, then wiped out their tears and made the usual very brave look in the face...

”I will kill these bad demi-humans... I promise.”

”Hey, hey hey! Not including a king in your personal conversation is quite unrespectful you know?”

the King, seeing the two of us in a conversation, intruded, as if it was the rudest thing he had ever experienced in his life probably of luxury... not being involved in a 'personal' chat.

”Shut your filthy mouth, you narcissistic manure,” I replied, disgusted by the fact of his grandiose delusions.