All characters belong to Kentaro Miura.

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The Worst Son

I reach for my missing eye. It helps me focus. Especially
in times like this. 

I never thought I would see him again and like the way
he used to be. It was too much for me. I had once been
willing to die for him, for his dream. And for the
briefest of moments I knew that were it to happen again
I would. Damn him I would.

Touching the right side of my face I can then remember
everything else. His dream belonged to himself alone. If
I had died for his dream it would mean nothing to him. 
It would mean as much to him as that day when he betrayed us.

'I betrayed no one. I was following my dream as I 
always have.'

Those words. I always wondered if he truly knew what
he was doing when he made that contract. A part of
me hoped that HE had not slaughtered us. Now it was
obvious: He knew and found us a new purpose.

The gall of that bastard. It could only be the conceit
born from being a god. He had his goal and found the
only way to achieve it was to step over our bodies.
And he did it without remorse! No, it was worse than
that. 

So righteous. The way he stood, the way he spoke. It
was as if he expected me to apologize.

The socket of my right eye burns. It sees only 
one thing now: Hell.  

'Nothing can stop me.'

No. I would. You will see Hell as a man and not as a god.
You fell once because you thought of me too much. This 
time I will be more direct in creating your demise.
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