That Avenger guy, the way in which he had embraced his darkness was almost delightful. A young man that cursed the world that had cursed him, a creature whose sole existence was aberrant to destiny itself. Like an ink stain in a perfectly clean parchment. So similar to him.
“Oh, these…, they aren’t from home, there they use frilly kimonos and all that garish stuff. These are from another kingdom’s style, they look great on me.” Both hands now rested at the sides of his hips, confident, too confident.
“A sad sobstory? Oh, I have one too.” Though his face shadowed suddenly, his gaze down and unreadable.
“I never chose this life. My family was killed together with everyone in the village. I was taken and risen in a cult–organization as one of their own. They made me. This…” he insisted, pointing at something seemingly invisible, the fluttering darkness around him.
“They took away my freedom and my life. And everyone blamed me for it!”
But then the pained voice quivered and cracked. Judar was incapable to keep with his little act as his shoulders bounced in laughter. He bent clutching his sides, a hand to his face as he kept laughing with fresh tears in his eyes.
“And I fucking love this life you see! Don’t you love yours, Avenger? We’re so ruined!”
“Kimonos, eh? Well, any trace of a clue I had was destroyed, damn.”
The moment Judar began his own miserable and tragic backstoy, the smile of the Avenger faded at the mention of his family and the miserable fate that had befallen them. He felt a knot on his chest, was this some sort of twisted joke? It was like looking like a damn mirror to his own life. The smile that faded was slowly making its way back to his face, was it mocking Judar or... was it at himself?
A complete nobody taken as scapegoat, tortured, burdened with evil and curses until whatever it was, was broken, and made into what they were. People, if they could be called like that, who were shunned from the pages of fate itself, one completely erased and the other as a ink stain on it.
“Aw, please. You’re gonna make me cry if you continue like this.” And then Judar broke up in laughter, and he followed. He was laughing not only at Judar’s misery but his own as well.
“Loving this life? Like I said, I hate it, I hate everything. You just get used to it and take a moment to realize in your hate, you come to enjoy it.”
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