I’ll never forget that day for as long as I live, as corny and pathetic as that may sound. Every single day of my life I repeat the instance to myself, reiterating it over and over in my mind. This has caused our first conversations to become verbatim to me now, and I’m proud that I can remember them that well. I’ve never been one to memorize things especially, so this shows you the degree of importance this matter is to me.
My life has never been very grand, to say the least. The atrocious horrors I’ve experienced can’t be compared to most people’s experiences. I was born in a small village with my parents, Yagigi and Mutoto. My father, Yagigi, isn’t one to be toiled with. He might’ve been older than most of the parents in my village, but he was still as tough as a nail. He’s missing a leg –due to war, it’s a sensitive subject so I’d rather not ramble about it- and he only uses one crutch. That doesn’t stop him from attempting almost everything he wants to though. He made sure I was responsible and he disciplined me for the most part. I suppose I was born with a sort of self-discipline and understanding, but that’s beside the point.
Mutoto of course is my mother, and she was just as strong and old as my father. They fit together like yin and yang, like two peas in a pod, like, well, most things that fit together. My mother wasn’t as strict with discipline as my father was; she’s a rather caring and kind individual. She’d take strangers in and feed them till they couldn’t eat anymore.
Just because I had good parents doesn’t give you a reason to doubt that I’ve had a miserable life. Because of my father’s injury I had to do all of the work. Although it helped me with building muscles and such, the work I had to do gave me bruises and made me exhausted by the end of the day. I couldn’t stand it, and I often times wished for a better life, maybe a life with Mistress Fang. I was a child and I didn’t understand how terrible and corrupted Mistress Fang was, and still is. When I was a child I thought of her as my idol, despite the tales my parents told- or rather warned me about. She appeared to me as someone I could join up with to save me from my miserable, wimpy life. When she actually showed up and I realized what kind of person she actually was, I regretted all of my innocent but foolish thoughts and wishes about the Mistress.
I was about eleven, possibly older or younger, when she arrived at my village. When the news spread to me –I had been working in the fields that day- I was overjoyed. My childhood hero had finally reached me. Did God answer my prayers? Was I the luckiest kid in the world? My euphoria was short-lived, for when I went in search of her I stumbled upon her when she was slaughtering my neighbors limb from limb. Fear overcame me faster than anything and I tried to run to find my parents. Fang’s minions, however, caught me first. I remember kicking and yelling as loud as I could for my parents to run. Then, in the calmest of voices I heard Fang tell me,
“It’s alright little orphan. Come and join me, I’ll keep you nice and safe. You’ll become my sweet little boy! I promise you.”
After that I just remember blanking out for a while. When I woke up, I was besides the dead bodies of what once was my village. All that I could think of was finding my parents, and they were there, among the bodies. My eyes were swollen and my chest ached- real sadness hit me like a bolt of lightning. I realized I had nowhere to go but with my new master, my Mistress Fang, who impatiently waited for me to get done crying.
I promised myself to her, I told her I would follow her, I gave her my freedom, and really all to my life- my soul. Without my soul I felt like a shell moving around for the sole purpose of satisfying my Mistress- exactly what she wanted. My emotions were drained except for hatred, which grew until I had a thirst to kill. This thirst tantalized my senses and overpowered everything else to the point where I had started killing villages much like my own without any hesitation. My weapon of choice were two daggers. They became my companions in a way, for I mostly killed alone.
As I progressed to a state of adulthood, I was forced to train all the time by Fang, I lost the will to live more times than I could count, and I actually became afraid of myself for quite some time. The faces of those thousands upon thousands of people I killed haunted me despite my nearly emotionless state. I was terribly, terribly afraid. I longed for the embrace of death, yet I was afraid of it as well. These confusing emotions continued up until a point where Fang slapped me out of my foolish thoughts and forced me to focus on killing. I suppose she treated me with so much ‘love’ because I was her favorite ‘plaything.’
I never realized that my life of torture would end before Fang could kill me. I thought I would die by her hand for sure, but my life changed on the day I met her. It was the day when Fang made me go to Earth in search of any strong fighters or threats to her.
I thought it would be a normal mission as usual- the end result being a double negative and then possibly I would be able to slaughter a group of people. I crossed over through the gates and started heading through the forest, not really paying attention to where I was going. I stumbled upon a house by accident and figured it’d be good to start my investigation there. I examined the house quickly and entered through a kitchen window. I flinched immediately afterwards for I heard what sounded like, a female crying? Frantically I searched and tried to find the source of the sobs. I was unlucky until I opened the cabinet door underneath the sink.
There, I saw before me the most beautiful woman in the whole of the entire universe. Her soft violet purple eyes stared right back at me, a bit red from the soft tears streaking down her ivory cheeks, and I choked in a sudden rush of feelings. Emerald green locks of hair drifted from her head and touched her body in the most delicate of fashions. I felt my face grow hot, and my palms sweat after the few second of eye contact we had. She looked away, back to her state and tried to stifle some of her cries and tears. Confused and worried about what to say to her, I stumbled back a bit.
“M-Miss…w-what’s wrong?” I choked up through clenched teeth. All I could think about was being polite and trying to help her, despite the whole intruder position I had just accustomed to myself. My chest ached for her, my body became spastic, and all I could bring myself to do was stand there as I waited for her reply. This reply didn’t come either, for all she did after my question was struggle to get out from under the sink. Quickly I came to her aid, being as gentle as I could. When she was on her feet, I braced myself to be attacked or screamed at or something along the lines on what a normal female would probably do. However, when all she did was stare at me I grew confused and stared back. Puzzled, I attempted to take a step closer to her, but when I moved my body closer to her the least bit she charged at me. My body froze, I closed my eyes, and I grew ready to accept a sudden pain, most likely in the groin. When the pain didn’t come, I opened my eyes again and felt my face grow hot. The woman had come up to me and hugged me. Unsure of what to do, but longing to help her, I pressed her against me gently.
My moment of bliss with the woman ended as soon as it had began. She pushed away and rubbed her eyes, then looked me directly in the eyes once more. Her eyes seemed empty and soul-less, reminding me much like myself. Sighing I took a step back and figured that maybe I was just thinking too much about a simple woman. When I took a step back she launched her arm out and grabbed my hand with hers.
“L-Lerara…”she whispered with her sweet, succulent lips. “My name…”