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Just kill me now…

This was a long, sick agonizing discussion that he was trying to mediate in. And any braincell not actively engaged in strategizing and debating was calculating what the chances were that someone would just stab him already. This was why he couldn’t rely on people; people argue and never get anything done if they have to work together.

He stifled an irritated breath and resisted the sudden urge to steal food from the table. Not because he was still hungry, just for the assurance that he had something in case…This really wasn’t then, why couldn’t he recover faster, he knows this is irrational!

Whenever he couldn’t process any more stress, Alessio peeked at Nithel, because he still needed the reassure himself his friend was still there.

Then everything exploded into chaos, and Alessio found himself being hurtled toward one of the doors, as it slowly opens. He curses loudly before he’s slammed down the opening, almost blind with furious panic. A jolting pain springing through his spine is the first thing he’s aware of as he lands, or is knocked into a wall.

“You sick bastard,” Alessio gasps, unsteady on his feet for a couple seconds.

It was dark, a sort of thick darkness that could barely let you see silhouettes of shapes if you’re alert. It was ironic the first curse he could think of what to call the castle a bastard, he was one and he’s had it flung in his face all too often. It was just the first and the worst thing he could think up.

Everything was shaky, and then Alessio noticed his hands wouldn’t stop shaking again. It felt like every molecule in his body was trembling so hard he couldn’t move. There wasn’t an opening or a window, the air was so hot and stifling he couldn’t breathe at all. It probably wasn’t in reality; it was just his body reacting to the stress and he couldn’t control it. He was so angry at the castle and with his own helplessness to stop it.

With a harsh cry, Alessio rammed his fist into the wall, even while knowing full well it wouldn’t do anything.

“You think driving people insane makes you better then them?!” He shouted, oblivious to anything else. “You’ll never have anything worthwhile and you can’t because you’re just a monster!”

He hit the wall as hard as he physically could, feeling his insides crack with every blow. “A stupid-! Devil-cursed–! Son of ghoul–!”

Alessio kicked it for good measure. Then he wheeled back to hit it again, cursing, everything in a blur.

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