The Trash's Guide to Rewriting a Parallel World

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Death.

The people who should be by his side are on the ground, lying cold, bathed in their blood. A lump of saliva muffled his cries.

"you—"

He sees a tall, dark man with a mask covering half of his face standing at the topmost part of the staircase. His gaze fixed on the man.

The man stood tall, with deep brown hair and dark eyes. His handsome features let out an elegant yet domineering nature. He stared at him, astounded to see someone with a countenance he had never seen before.

He sensed that familiarity, but at the same time, he didn't know that man.

He stared at those cold, dark brown eyes that stared at him with pity.

The man flicks his sword. Alberu looks at the person at the man's feet.

There his eyes widened at the sight of the person he held most dear.

His mother lay cold at the man's feet.

"MOTHER!"He screams; his cries were torn by another blow landing on her mother. Her heart was struck with the white sword swung by the man he almost adored.

He runs towards her in hopes he'd be able to save her, but at the end, her head rolls down the staircase, stopping at his feet.

"Pitiful," the man stared at him with cold absurdity, "very pitiful."

He kneeled down and gazed at the man at the topmost part of the staircase.

He couldn't scream. He was overwhelmed with fear from the man slowly descending from the top.

A cold, thin sword was placed at his neck. He slumped; he was just barely able to hold onto his mother.

He looked up and stared at the hate from the man who killed his mother.

.

.

"Is it time?"His mother asked the moment he entered the grand hall, "I wish I could've met my baby one more time."

Alver kneeled before her and asked, "Please... don't ever forgive me."

A child asks his mother to hate him, the version of him who chose to kill her instead of saving her.

His mother smiled at him. She cupped her cheeks and said, "There will never come a day that I will ever hate you."

His mother had this knowing gaze.

"You are like your father." The dark-elf mother longingly and lovingly gazes at him. "You tend to take things by hand when you're clearly suffering from it."

She drew the sword, which she had Alver hold. She grabbed the sharp edge and pointed it at her own heart.

"My baby." She smiled and gazed at Alver.

"There will never come a day that I will blame you, as I will always love you."

Her parting words were the same parting words she said before she disappeared. Something that Alver Crossman kept hidden in his heart.

"Survive..."

She stepped forward and let the blade pierce her heart.

People who came to her rescue ended up dead at Vicross's hands. Alver stared at the assassin who made the massacre so disgusting and heartbreaking to see. However, who Vicross killed were the seeds that Zed Crossman and the Nobles planted in the Palace of Joy. The people who tormented the young Alberu.