This happened because you are a child of darkness itself. An existence that this world would never allow to live.
He stared at version, the version he needed to save.
He raised his sword and swung it high.
I wonder who will come and save this child.
The eerie feeling of wanting to erase this version of himself runs in his mind.
What will happen if I kill you, my useless self, right now?
He cracked a smile, his dark thoughts appearing with the monstrosity he kept deep in his heart.
Whether you live or not depends on your faith.
Right now, Alver Crossman felt the exhilarating feeling of a villain trying to take control of everything by force.
We are now the writers in this farce the gods made for their entertainment.
He swung the sword down with the seriousness of trying to murder his very own version.
However, even before his sword could harm Alberu. A sword clashed before his.
He sees his father, Zed Crossman, protecting his child self.
Enviable.
He thought to himself and laughed like a lunatic.
Dongsaeng... only know I understand the madness you're trying to contain in this world.
The exhilarating feeling of trampling over lives and making them grow stronger and surpass their limits.
A world without boundaries.
"Haha... HAHA... HAHAHAHAHA!"He continued to laugh and gazed at the man whom he had already decided not to consider his blood.
"You... Who are you?"
"Me? You should know who I am, Your Majesty."
People whom his father commissions to kill the darkness in the royal family.
"Didn't you order us to erase darkness from the light? "
This maddening feeling. This loathsome facade was worn by the man he thought protected him in that life.
"Now, now. Little Prince. Your knight in fake shining armor comes around swinging his sword to protect you."
Alver realized who were the victims of the war.
Not the weak...
But...
The strong.
"When he signed your mother's death order."
He jumps back and stands at the bloody pool created by his mother's blood.
The version of him stared at him and at the king. He throws a paper towards the prince. It was the royal emblem with an assassination order.
"That expression is the best so far."
The reality that hits with the person who you thought loved you and protected you.
The crumbling reality of a fairy tale-like story.
Call him cruel.
But... This is the future that Alver wants to draw. An independent future where his version will know the sad cruelty of reality.
Nothing hurts more than realizing you think that family was everything to him and he was nothing to that family.
Nothing hurts more than being disappointed and betrayed by the person you thought would never hurt you.
Yes.
This is the Zed Crossman I know.
The real Zed Crossman he decided to abandon in his life.
Dongsaeng...
Cale told him to make the Young Alberu kind and ruthless. Someone who will never condone wrong, someone who will hate liars and live faithfully to his true self.
An Alberu Crossman who will transcend all expectations and earn his rightful place.
This is my answer, Dongsaeng.
"I had my fill watching you, dear prince."
Call me cruel. But I don't want you to suffer the countless heartbreaks as you live your life.
It's better to suffer once than to suffer every day for broken and empty promises and hearts that will never be yours anymore.
"I shall spare you, you pitiful prince."
Please don't ever forgive me... my other self.
TBC
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