6 Zeal With the Extramundane (1/2)
”What is particularly disappointing is that the human mind has its own limits, whereas human stupidity is boundless.”
-Alexandre Dumas
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As you probably had foreshadowed. After the tremendous spark of the insanity that night, my brother ultimately failed in killing me as his attempts were all made powerless by the intervention of a goddess's prowess.
Every bullet that he shot at me, stopped mid-air as if there was some unseen barrier present at that moment, protecting me from his heinous intents. However, the world, that night became so void and monochromatic. As if none around me gave a taint of color that would mean happiness or at least, a little ray of hope.
Lacrimosa, the Goddess of Disambiguation, as the allegiance that I agreed to formulate was made into succession by a piece of contract, my heart was unable to feel anything else... at least that's what I know.
While I was taken on by my thoughts, a confused voice then came bombarding my hearing sense...
”Why the hell is nothing working?, Wha-What? I-I can't seem to get anything at all!! This is a dream, right? A dream, and what I can't understand the most is how you're being too emotional just because you lost these hooligans that appeared to you like angels, but for me, they are nothing but wolves in sheep's clothing. SERPENTS OF THE DEVIL! They will train you, raise you up to be the best that you can be, only to kill you later with their parental ideals!”
He can runt as long as he wants, but his words to me are now nothing more but mere putrid statements of vileness. My brother, in all folly, lost all of his strength in his attempts. He broke down to the ground with nothing but an unloaded gun in the palms of his hand. He then let loose a piece of paper from his pocket that looked like a cheque and shifted his attention entirely as if he did not notice the supernatural happenings that are taking place. For short, his idealistic mind refused to believe what he's seeing that should have only occurred on some fantasy stories.
He handed it to me slowly with hands that are shaking, I looked at the paper and there, I saw a blood-stained hand-signed cheque with a large sum of money written at the top, a three billion Euro...Seriously? Did he kill them just for this piece of garbage? This is not even worth the pain that they have to go through.
At that point in time, it suddenly came back to me, as if the contract was nothing but null. The feeling of grudge and deep hatred that was supposed to be rescinded together with the contract I made with the goddess. I looked at her who was by the piano, with a demeanor that signified both disappointment and complexity as the contract failed to do what it was supposed to do just minutes after it was made to fruition. Yet, all I saw in her face was an expression that she wore in her first appearance, composed and noble as if she already presages that something like this is actually to happen.
That's right... I remember clearly. In haste to accomplish the primary endeavor for the night, I did not read a single line in the conditions inscribed on the contract. I, without hesitation, signed the paper without questions asked. There must be some kind of understatement that she did not tell me.
Then, a voice which gushed forth a charisma so evil snapped me out from my self-thoughts.
”MONEY IS EVERYTHING BROTHER! IN THE WORLD OF THE ELITES, LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A RUBBLE WITH THE ABSENCE OF THIS PAPER THAT BOTH EMBODIES THE TITLE OF AUTHORITY AND INFLUENCE!!!”
”You're gonna regret it now.” In anger, I turned all of my attention towards him.
”Hooo?? And what are you gonna do? Kill me? With that frail juvenile body of yours?”
All of a sudden. The clock-like sign that was in my hand given by the scorching flames, of which the goddess asserted of it, to be a sign that I am under her provision moved one of its hands from 12 to two o'clock. Then from the scenery of black and white, my sight turned crimson. Everything around me seemed to be bright red. A color that dominantly signifies anger than love given the situation.
I am indignant. I hate him now more than anything else... I will be sure to kill him slowly given how gruesome my parent's death could have been.
There was none in my mind but complete grudge against my brother and a voice with unknown origins that kept telling me to kill and execute the deranged person before me.
”Your hunger for power disgusts me, brother. You weaklings only see power and authority coming from money. And what can you control in the end? When all of your trump cards are used up? Nothing. ”
”HAHAHHAAHAHA!! WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE? A LEGIT FINANCIAL ADVISOR? AND HOW CAN YOU EXECUTE AUTHORITY WITHOUT FUNDS? THAT IS BY FAR THE MOST STUPID CLAIM I EVER HEARD. How dare you call it useless? You are more worthless than these pieces of paper here...” He backlashed.
”I, as agreed will make you beg for your life as you recently just did to our parents, I will not kill you easily. I will make you experience hell as a preparation for you, meeting your creator with that despicable look in your face.” Thoughts coalesced with deep hatred came to me like this.
I faced one of the frozen bullets in the air and undid the time-bound spell set by the goddess by a snap of the finger. First, I made it hit his right knee, which is indeed arguably the most painful spot to be hit one, without directly killing the target.
”GGAHHHHHH!!! What, what did you do!!! You'll pay for making the heir of the family experience such!”
”Heir? Family? You? Look at you! You're nothing but cannon fodder. An evolved livestock deserving of humiliation. A disgrace to the name of the Cendrillon Aristocracy.”
”HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT?- AHHHHHH SH*T, SH*T SHH****TTTTT” Whilst in the pangs of pain and agony, he tried to run from my presence with the help of a single leg which I, would be taking too, shortly.
Second bullet. I hit his second knee, making any vigor of escape totally daunted and faltered.
”G-GAHHHH!! YOU, HAVE YOU MADE CONTACT WITH A DEMOOONNN?!!!--AHHHHHHH CURSE YOUUU!” he hypothesized...
”It's not a demon. I...made creed with a goddess who was merely passing by, got bored and decided to help, in other words, this pain you are experiencing now was due to my zeal with the extramundane, a deity who calls herself as the goddess of disambiguation who bares an authority over time.” I said it with hatred suppressed at both my heart and mind.
”HAHAHAHAHAHAA, SCREW YOU, AND YOUR FANTASTIC HALLUCINATIONS! GAHHHHH! I-it hurts so much GAHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHA” He burst into laughter, covering his troubled-self with that of an unfunny circus clown.
In pain, he groveled to the ground. There was so much blood. He was bathing on his own, but how should I say this! It is such a beautiful visage!
Third bullet. I shot his shoulder, popping off one of his arms
”AHHHHHHH, S-STOP! STOP NOW!!!!”
”Hmmmmm?? And why should I? Did you stop when little sister begged for her life?”