Point-of-View: Vaszel Vos Kealfaos
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"Are you alright, Lord Vaszel?"
"Huh? Er, yes, I...I’m fine. Where was I? Right, I grew up with my family, I rember...a mother, a father and two siblings, an older brother and a younger sister. Their faces and nas faded from mory a long ti ago.
Actually, I do not even rember my own na. Though, I believe my current appearance closely resembles my human appearance. My eyes and hair were likely different colors though," I replied uncertainly.
"Oh, I assud you were using the sa na. Does than an you ca up with your current na yourself, my Lord?"
"Sort of...I simply assud the na of the very first Demon I killed."
"I see."
"Anyway, to continue...in my early life as a human, I believe I was...happy. But it did not last. Perhaps when I was around ten years old, the place I grew up in was attacked, most of the n were killed. The won and children were taken alive and sold into slavery. Including . I never saw my family again after that," I remarked, grimacing as I felt my chest tighten.
I...I rember. It isn’t clear, but...I rember, seeing my father cut down before my eyes. My older brother slain in an attempt to protect , his corpse laying on top of , his blood streaming onto , splattered across my skin and soaking into my clothes.
My mother and younger sister, screaming and crying as they were dragged away by the assailants, locked in a cage like animals.
I rember the village being set on fire. Those haunting screams...so of the n were left alive, fatally wounded but not dead yet, they were burned alive.
The mories may have faded, but the emotions I felt on that day have been deeply ingrained, I doubt they will ever truly fade.
After that, I...I think one of the assailants must have knocked out at so point, or perhaps I passed out myself from the shock...either way, the next thing I rember is finding myself in a large, dark room, locked in a cage.
I wasn’t alone...there were others there, the room was filled with cages. But my mother and sister weren’t there, they were likely sold or being held sowhere else.
I...I’ve buried these mories for so long, and now, they’re...they’re flooding out. They’re still hazy, but...I’m rembering more and more.
"Interesting...since humans are the only intelligent species in this world, I suppose they resorted to targeting each other since there weren’t other races such as Elves, Dwarves and the rest."
"After I reincarnated in that world, I saw those races as no different to humans, they were all the sa to ."
"I see, that’s why you wanted to wipe out all of them, not just the humans."
Honestly, I don’t particularly care for Monsters either. I do not see myself as a part of any group...I simply despise everything, I want to see everything destroyed.
But there would be no point, I would eventually run out of things to destroy. That’s why, I hope that wiping out all humans off the face of this world will sate my vengeance and hatred, at least enough that I can ignore those feelings.
"Indeed. After I was enslaved, I was sold to a vile man...I do not rember his face or his na, but the sense of despair, terror and violation I felt at his hands is burned into my mory," I responded, feeling a sense of nausea welling up inside .
I-I rember, I was...I was whipped and beaten for his own amusent. He...he relentlessly sexually abused and violated , my screams and pleads only heightened his pleasure.
But he was not the only one...there would be others. The guests he would bring to his ho, they would have their way with as well, and I was powerless to do anything to stop them.
Just thinking about it, recalling these vague mories from over five centuries ago, I...I feel sick.
It was truly a wretched existence, and my eventual death was my salvation.
"So, was the abuse you endured what ended up killing you?" Spektar asked .
"Not directly, no. You see, I tried to escape...I saw what I thought was an opportunity and took it. But at that point, I had grown extrely weak, and I was captured again with ease. And by then, my captor had grown bored of . I was eaten alive by dogs...they were quite well-trained, they took great care not to kill imdiately, prolonging my suffering for as long as possible."
The feelings behind this particular mory are especially clear, viacerally so...they ate my limbs first, tearing my flesh apart and breaking my bones.
Once my limbs were all but gone, they tore my torso apart, and once I was close to death, they attacked my face and head.
The last thing I rember of my human life is a dog’s fangs starting to clamp around my eye, and in my peripheral, I can see my captor...his face is a blur, but I rember the malicious smirk across his lips.
He watched with pleasure as I suffered a brutal death, he enjoyed my despair. He played the greatest and most significant role in stoking the flas of my hatred towards humans.
But it wasn’t just him. The ones who attacked my family and enslaved , the others who abused , the humans of the Monster world who tried to hunt when I was still weak shortly after my reincarnation...all of them.
Just one...just one human to show kindness, that may well have been all it took to prevent from going down this path.
But there was no such human. I was shown no such kindness. There was only suffering and despair.
And it all began here in this world...humanity is a disease. A rotten sickness that must be carved out and burned to hell, and I will be the one to do it. I believe I’ve more than earned that right...
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