200 The Primordial Sin of Lust POV (1/2)

The item that Maximilien Maxwell has requested is now resting in the palm of my outstretched hand, stretching towards him and offering it to him.

Please take it. Please. Please take it off me.

It has caused me nothing but trouble from the moment that it enters my possession, so please take it and free me from its powerful influence. Please.

Unfortunately, Mr. Maxwell did not accept the coin. He merely examines it at a distance while a deep frown plasters on his face. He knows what the coin is, and he always know the consequences of having it in his possession.

Of course, he does.

It is illustrated by the fact that he can command me through its power, and his control over it is greater than mine. How did he manage that?

He couldn't have it in his possession for very long, as he is young.

Maximilien Maxwell is so very young. About the same age as me when I first acquired that coin. That dreadful coin. That precious coin.

It is both a gift and a curse.

”The Coin of Erosire. Possessing it allows a person to request anything from anyone, but it also causes the person to feel uncontrollable lust. It is a gift and a curse. More of a curse, really, at least in my own opinion.”

Maximilien comments, confirming to me that he indeed has one of the coins in his possession.

Yes. He must have. Only having it himself that he knows what it does. As such, he understands. He has to understand what I have been through, but he doesn't appear to be under the effect of the curse as I am.

How? Did he somehow overcome its curse and benefits greatly from its power? Is that it? Is that also the reason why he manages to become a member of Chrono Reserves? Even I failed to get invited into there despite using the coin.

Using its power to bend the will of others to mine.

”How? Please tell me how. Please tell me how to overcome it and control it?”

If only I can overcome the curse. Then. Maybe then I can finally have what I always wanted.

”Overcome its curse? Sadly, I do not know how, Mr. Collins. That is because I never did. Like you, I am a very lustful person. Lustful enough to have sex with my own mother, causing her to bear my child.”

Maximilien answers me, making me speechless.

He knows. He really knows. How does he know? What else does he knows?

”I know a lot of things, Mr. Collins, so there is nothing you can really hide from me. However, I am still interested in your story. How the coin comes into your possession in the first place. If you can actually show me, I might have a different opinion of you. Perhaps, I can even help you get rid of it.”

Maximilien continues, and I blink in surprise. What did he say? If he knows how I acquire it in the first place, he would help me get rid of it? Is it possible?

”It is possible to get rid of the coin? I have tried many ways to throw it away or destroy it, but it always come back to me no matter what.”

I had even tried to give the coin to another person, many people repeatedly, but just like every time I had tried to throw it or destroy it, it always returns to me without fail.

And it is not without consequences.

”Please, Mr. Collins. You haven't really tried everything even if you believe so, but that is for later. For now, I am curious to how the coin comes into your possession in the first place. I rather that you must have found the coin in one of the garage sales like I did.”

Maximilien points out, and I nod repeatedly. It is exactly the same as he did, but I seriously doubt the events leading to that are the same as mine.

In fact, I doubt that Maximilien has to live through such pains and sufferings that I have.

”I see. Please show me it, Mr. Collins. On the contrary to what I have claimed before, I actually do have plenty of time right now, so don't skip on the details. I want to see everything.”

He requests with a smile. It is not really a request. It is an order, and I can feel myself being compelled to tell him exactly what happened all of those years ago. Tell him everything!

”It was 13 years ago. On a Friday. No. Maybe I should start from almost 20 years ago.”

I begin my story as if it has happened just yesterday. It is so clear in my mind. It has always been clear, but not as clear as it is now, and I do not really know why. Perhaps he has something to do with it.

Regardless, I could still feel the frustration and anger boiling within me. I close my eyes and remember everything. Everything that had happened, as if I was there myself.

”You misunderstood me, Mr. Collins. I don't actually need you to tell me what happened, as I can find out myself. I need you to show me what happened because the human mind is very complex, and only it can relive the memory.”

Maximilien Maxwell tells me with a smile, and within an instant, my surrounding swirls.

I collapse backwards onto the chair as my consciousness slips away, and when I open my eyes again, I find myself staring at the most hated person in my life. My stepfather.

”You!”

I roar and about to charge at him, but a woman grabs onto my legs. I look down and see someone who I did not expect to see. Not until I can get rid of the coin somehow.

”He is right, Georgie. He is right. He is always right. He is my husband. He is your father. He has taken care of us and provided for us, so he deserves our respect.”

My mother tells me tearfully. It is exactly the same as she did a long time ago. What is going on? Did I somehow get send to the past!? Is that even possible?

I realize that I am actually fit, muscular and tall. It is completely unlike what I have become in the year 1990. This is the year 1969. About 20 years ago.

Seriously. Did I return back in time? No. That isn't possible, so this must be a dream. A dream!

I pinch myself and curse because it hurts a lot. This is not a dream. Not a dream. What is this then?

But whatever this is, I cannot standby and watch this asshole hurts my mother again. I just cannot.

”He is no father of mine. He is a fucking asshole who hurts you, and I am not going to let him hurt you ever again. Die, you fucker!”

I call out before rushing forwards with all the intention to smashing his face in before taking my mother away from here. Away from this fucking house. As far away as possible.

But before I could hit him, I am back to standing next to my mother again, utterly confused.

”He is right, Georgie. He is right. He is always right. He is my husband. He is your father. He has taken care of us and provided for us, so he deserves our respect.”

My mother tells me tearfully. It is exactly the same as a moment ago. Just like in my memory. Just like back then. I cannot change it. I cannot change the past.

But I will try. I will try. I rush at the asshole again, and the thing happen. I return to the same spot over and over again with my mother grabbing onto me, tearfully.

It is pointless. It is pointless to change the past. I can only relive it.

”Fucking kid. Didn't I just send you to college? Why the fuck you are back here for? Don't tell me that it is because of that fucking slut of yours? How many times did I tell you not to see her again? Goddamn it. I need a fucking drink. When I come back, you better not be here, or I swear I will fucking beat your sorry ass until you shit blood.”

My stepfather growls at me before stomping right out of the house, not letting me a chance to explain myself, not that I would bother to. I didn't really care for me or the reason why I am home in the first place. He only ever cares about himself.

”Let's get out of here before he comes back, mum.”

I tell my mother as I help her into the kitchen to treat her wounds. It is what I did the first time, but it is not exactly the same. I think I can deviate a little from what happen, and it would be fine.

The kitchen is a complete mess, as that dickhead smashes everything around the house in his drunken rage as well as beating my mother just because he could. Even more so now that I am no longer in the house.

”I cannot, Georgie. Where would we go? What would we do? How will we live?”

My mother questions like she would, and it is always the same questions when I tell her leave that guy since it is good for her. Sadly, she is fearful of being alone. Completely unprotected by any man.

Damn it.

”Anywhere from here, mum. I just need you to come with me. Come with me, and I will protect you.”

I tell her, but she smiles at me and shakes her head.