A/N: Oh my freaking lord. This special...incredibly long. Like...wow...
This special, like the others, includes some uncomfortable themes. This one, especially, contains themes of blood and gore.
Anyway, thanks to its overly long length, I have to split this special into two parts just like how I split Grey's special into two parts.
Trust me, I thought that I would be able to fit this entire special into one chapter...but boy was I wrong...
But, please enjoy this chapter!
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Deux POV
She gave me a hug with a smile in her eyes.
She stroked through my hair gently as I laid on the ground.
She looked at me with an immeasurable amount of pride.
She told me a joke.
She even whispered, "I love you, Mattius."
My stepmother did all of this as she prepared to sell my soul to the devil.
The experience itself was somewhat surreal.
My arms and legs were pinned to the ground as a magic circle was carefully drawn around me by the dozens of dark mages who were hired by my stepmother.
They took a knife heated by fire to cut symbols into my arms and legs.
I watched my parents smile from the corner of my eye as the cloaked mages slashed through my flesh and spilled my blood to the ground around me.
I tried to scream in pain or cry for help...beg for someone to save me...but my mouth was gagged by a dirty rag.
All I could do was lay on the ground with small streams of tears flowing uncontrollably from my eyes as I watched everything.
When the mages finished cutting through my skin with their burning knife and drawing the pointlessly complicated magic circle, they began to chant a long series of words in the demon language, known as Dem.
"Puisse-t-il se régaler de l'âme de cet agneau perdu. Venez l'obscurité. Venez la mort. Viens la fin de la vie. Venez tester les perdus..."
My parents were celebrating as they watched their son slowly descend to madness.
After they sell my soul, they get to obtain power and knowledge.
It was a simple deal...for them at least.
I would've preferred not to die.
I'm scared.
Both of my parents were carrying anti-magic amulets and my hands were tied.
There was nothing I could do to fight back.
Weak.
I was so weak and I hated it.
Weak. Weak. Weak. Weak...
Just as I was about to lose all hope of escaping...a miracle happened.
One mage...just one mage...suddenly stopped chanting.
You'd never expect something like that to happen, but it did.
Although it was barely noticeable, the mage completely went silent.
And instead, he said something in Dem.
"J'attends ce moment depuis des années...Je vous entraîne tous en enfer avec moi...Allez mourir," he said with an insane laugh.
I laid there as I watched the head of that mage implode.
His head popped...almost like a balloon...and pieces of his brain landed on me, which tainted my white shirt in his blood.
His body fell to the ground and blood was splashed from his open neck.
The room was suddenly enveloped in deep silence.
The chilling silence made me freeze up.
It was at that moment, everything went wrong.
My heart suddenly shook and pounded with such an incredible force that I passed out.
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2 Hours Later
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When I woke up, all the mages around me were dead in piles of blood. Their bodies showed heavy gashes and they were all missing their heads.
The room was practically flooded in blood.
Even my face had streaks of dried blood on my cheeks and nose.
But, contrary to my hopes, my parents were still alive. They were just unconscious on the ground.
They were practically on the verge of death themselves.
But...none of the scenes in front of me disturbed me in the slightest.
I didn't care about what I saw.
The thing I cared about was not what I could see, but it was what I could hear...
It was noisy.
The sound of dripping blood...the sound of mice...the sound of my parents' faint breaths...the sound of darkness...the sound of death...I could hear it all.
The room was so loud that I wanted to rip my ears out of my head.
The whole world was loud.
The dead bodies bothered me much less than the neverending noise.
It wouldn't go away.
The noise wouldn't leave me alone.
No matter how much I covered my ears...the noise was able to penetrate through my hands and pierce through my mind.
The noise slashed through my eardrums and knocked part of my consciousness out of me.
What...was happening to me...?
It was a weird feeling.
I used to be scared of blood, but now...there was nothing scary about the gory sight in front of me...instead...I was getting annoyed by how much sound was coming from these lifeless bodies.
The dripping of blood...
I covered my ears with my hands.
But it didn't help me at all.
It was then that I noticed that my arms and legs were free.
Weeks...? Months...? Years?
How long had it been since I was able to move?
I looked at my hands and feet with wonder as I moved and turned them around.
The marks that the dark mages inflicted on my arms and legs were gone. There wasn't even a scar left to look at.
I wanted to be happy, but for some strange reason, I couldn't muster even an ounce of joy.
Shouldn't I be happy?
But the only thing I could feel right now was a sense of...nothing.
Throughout this entire situation...the only thing I could feel was a mere...nothing.
My lack of emotions puzzled me.
Maybe I had been trapped for so long that I forgot how happiness was supposed to feel.
The last time I probably felt happy was when...
When...
...
...When was the last time...I felt...happy...?
I'm pretty sure that I've felt happy before.
...But...I just..couldn't remember...
My memories...were...gone...
It was like...half of my memories were missing from my head...
I sat there, surrounded by blood, death, and my unconscious parents while trying to recall everything that happened throughout my life in hopes of regaining my memories.
My very first memory started on the day my biological mother died.
I'm pretty sure I cried a lot on the day of her death, but right now...I didn't feel any pain remembering her death.
My father remarried my stepmother on the same day as my biological mother's funeral.
It was almost like a joke.
The same nobles who attended my biological mother's funeral and cried tears would later come to my father's wedding and smile with joy.
I felt a little irritated thinking about it.
After my stepmother married my father, she gained a huge amount of power.
My stepmother was never kind from the start.
The worst thing she had ever done was probably...building a basement under our estate to capture orphans from the slums and torturing them there as she pleased.
At some point, my father also took a liking to this sick hobby, so he built his own basement and captured young women to torture them there too.
Later on, they would throw me into this basement of their's to do a few...experiments on me.
They altered my body to their will.
They made me stronger...faster...smarter...
They made me into the epitome of a human through torture and chemicals.
But they also stripped away my freedom.
It was like everything was a game to them.
But even though I remembered all of this...everything that happened before my biological mother died was beyond me.
I couldn't remember anything before her death.
To be completely honest, I should still remember what my biological mother was like.
I mean...she was my mother...right?
...But I've completely forgotten about her.
It's fine though.
It doesn't seem like I care too much.
I don't feel sad or pained at all.
When I finally decided to stand up and figure out what the problem was, I accidentally grazed the body of someone lying right beside me.
The sound that came from me slightly touching the body was loud enough to echo through my ears and give me a heavy headache.
It was almost painful.
I was about to wipe my hand on my shirt in disgust, assuming that I had touched a dead body.
Instead, I turned my head to see the body of a boy around my age.
But the boy next to me wasn't just any boy...it was a boy who looked just like me.
It was something that seemed like it came from a horror story.
He had my hair.
He had my eyes.
He had my entire face.
He was me.
But, again, for some strange reason, I wasn't afraid. I wasn't even apprehensive or cautious around the boy in front of me.
I was merely intrigued.
So, I stayed and waited for this boy to wake up from his unconsciousness.
I probably should have tried to escape from the area.
But I didn't.
I probably should've killed my parents while they were unconscious.
But I didn't do that either.
I wasn't afraid of the dead bodies around me or my unconscious parents.
Besides, I could escape any time I wanted.
If my parents woke up, I would leave before they had time to realize what happened.
And...killing my parents right now wasn't satisfying enough for me.
They needed to suffer and beg for mercy before I'd send them to death.
So, I just sat there, waiting for the moment when the boy would wake up.
Minutes passed...perhaps hours passed too.
But, I just waited.
I was strangely patient.
Just as I was about to space out again, the boy's eyebrows began to twitch and he yawned.
His yawn was loud enough to jolt me up onto my feet in shock.
...I needed to get used to my sensitive ears before they became a hindrance.
Then, I looked back down at the boy.
Was he sleeping this whole time...?
I used my hands to shake him awake.
"Mommy...no!...I don' wanna wakey yet..." the boy muttered as he turned his head and snuggled away from me.
Due to the simple fact that he had the same face as mine, the words that he uttered from his face me want to pound him to oblivion.
I grabbed the boy in front of me and tossed him over my shoulder.
"Daddy...Is that you...?" the boy asked as he rubbed his eyes and looked up from over my shoulder.
It was then that the boy realized we were surrounded by death and blood.
I looked at his face.
His eyes were wide in horror and he was about to scream before I took my hand to cover his mouth.
If he screamed...my ears might have bled.
He turned to look at me and then realized that I wasn't his "daddy."
Blood that drenched the ceiling dripped onto his nose.
His eyes were still wide as he began to cry.
...
This boy was just like a child.
It was annoying.
I broke out of the room with him over my shoulder.
When we finally reached an area far enough in a forest, I let my hand go from his mouth and he began to wail stupidly as if crying would help him.
The sound of wind...the sound of leaves...the sound of a scurrying creature...the sound of nature...the sound of his crying...
They all gave me a headache.
The boy's crying, especially, gave me a splitting pain in my ear, so I tossed him down by a tree and looked at him straight in the eye.
"Name," I said curtly.
"...M-My name is...M-Mattius..." the boy answered with fear clearly etched in his face.
"..." I didn't answer.
He had the same name as me.
"Last name," I said after a while.
I was careful to speak as little as I could.
The sound of my own voice was enough to hurt my ears.
"...S-S-Scott!" he replied while stuttering uncontrollably.
Was he messing with me...?!
There was no way that this kid was being serious.
"Age."
"...I-I'm five..." he answered.
It wasn't very funny watching a ten-year-old boy claim that he was five.
The day went on as I continued to interrogate him.
And I learned many things.
This boy was, in fact, me.
He was me...but he wasn't me.
This boy only had memories from before my step-mother tried to sell my soul...before my father became corrupt...before my real mother died...
He had the memories that I didn't have anymore.
I learned that my biological mother was overly kind and generous. I was surprised to learn that I actually loved my father too.
But I guess the kindness of my mother was a weakness that led to her downfall.
Judging from what I know so far, she was probably assassinated by one of my stepmother's maids, which now made a lot of sense, to be honest.
Also, this boy...he was able to feel happiness...he was able to feel fear...he was able to feel surprised...he was able to feel sadness...
He was able to feel alive.
He had the other half of the emotions that my heart was missing.
On the other hand, I could only feel anger, frustration, suspicion, intrigue, and nothing.
At this point, I finally understood why I wasn't scared of bloody bodies and I wasn't happy when I was freed.
I simply just couldn't feel those emotions.
The majority of my "good" emotions I had went to this boy...which was fine.
Thanks to my newfound lack of emotions, I didn't care either way.
After my interrogation of him, both of us experimented with different things.
Our voices were the same.
Our heights were too.
But the other me was surprisingly much weaker than I was.
It was as if I had stolen the majority of our strength for myself.
We also tested our magic.
Only then had I realized that I had lost my ability to use my beast taming magic. None of the surrounding creatures in the area would listen to my calls of help anymore.
They would only listen to the calls of the other me.
I had lost all of the animal comrades I had made over the years...the only friends of mine that stayed to comfort me through all of the terrible years I went through.
And, now, they didn't care about my existence at all.
But it was okay.
I had lost the ability to feel 'sadness' so it didn't bother me too much.
At least I was able to use my wind magic.
My MP was cut in half though...
The original amount of MP I had was around 3,056,842.
Now, I only had 1,528,421 MP, which was still a huge amount, but it was much less than before...
I even sparred with my other half to test our strengths in a fight.
Obviously, I won without a single problem.
The last thing I tested was whether we could recombine again...whether we could go back to being one complete person again.
It was impossible.
No matter how many different things I tried, we never reconnected...
"Why...Are we in two bodies if we are one person, sir?" Mattius asked after a while.
He didn't stutter around me anymore, which was good because his stuttering was like an explosion to my ears.
"Accident," I replied simply.
I planned on never telling this boy what actually happened. It would be better if he never knew.
If he ever learned that his own parents wanted to sell him to demons, he would go into shock and it would be difficult to watch over him.
He didn't even know his biological mother died yet.
"What accident split us apart, sir?" he asked after a while.
"..."
"Please tell me, sir."
"Don't call me 'sir.'"
"Oh! I'm sorry sir- I mean...What should I call you...?"
"..."
"Should I call you 'Mattius' too? Or should I call you something else...? Maybe I should change my name if it's easier!"
"..."
"Sir? Oh, wait...oopsie. I called you 'sir' again..."
"..."
"Yes, sir? Ah...I keep calling you 'sir' by accident..."
"No need."
"Are you saying there's no need to change your name, sir?"
I nodded my head.
"Ah. Okie Dokie then, sir!"
We spent the next few weeks hiding away.
I tried to teach him how to fight and how to survive on his own.
...Unfortunately, he was terrible at both of these things, so I gave up on teaching him in the end.
However, there was one thing that he was able to learn fairly quickly.
We learned how to create a secret code with our hands so we could communicate with sign language after a month or so of coming up with it.
The other me wasn't dumb. He was just weak.
Sign language was the only method of communication that was easy and quiet enough for me to remain sane with...even though the sound of our hand's movement was also quite annoying.
"We're like them superheroes now, sir! Let's fight the bad guys, ya know?" he communicated through his fingers.
"No," I responded simply through the secret code we came up with.
"Oh...Okie Dokie then, sir..."
"..."
"Is there something else I should learn, sir?"
"...Yes."
"Like what, sir?"
"Spying."
"S-Spying?! On who...sir...?"
"Stepmother and father."
"H-Huh?! Aren't they super bad guy people now, sir?"
"Yes."
"A-And you want me to spy on them, sir?! This is not an Okie Dokie thing to do, sir..."
At this point, both of us knew that our parents were after us.
But even if they still wanted to sell my soul to Macrog, the country ruled by the devil, they wouldn't be able to.
They would need both halves of my whole soul.
The ritual wouldn't work with only one of my two bodies.
And they couldn't substitute my soul for anyone else.
Out of everyone in Silverbell...I'm one of the only four people with a soul that is compatible with that man.
I was basically cursed from the start.
But, right now, I needed information on my parents. I needed to know everything they were planning and everything they needed.
I would need to use this information against them.
I would destroy them emotionally, mentally, and physically.
I would make them suffer.
But out of the two of us, the one who would be best suited to spy on them wouldn't be me, but him.
He had a naive and innocent aura that would make them underestimate him.
If I were to stay back with them, they would lock me away in their basement so I wouldn't be able to interfere with their business.
More than likely, if the other me stayed with them, they would try to use him to get to me, which is exactly what I want.
"Spy on them."
"S-Sir?! I don't think I can..."
"You can."
"But, sir, I'm super duper weak...And I'm scared...They would know right away!!"
"Okay."
"Are you saying it's Okie Dokie if they find out there are two of us...?"
"Yes."
"But that would be bad, sir!"
"...Five years."
"Huh...? What do you mean by that, sir?
"Five years."
"...You want me to spy on them for five years...sir...?"
"Yes."
"Does this mean...you're going to leave me alone with them...for five whole years...?"
"...Yes."
"When will I get to see you again, sir...?"
"...Five years."
"But I don't want to do this, sir! I'm weak! You're so much stronger than I am! And I'm still a kid-well...I'm the same age as you...but I'm still a kid!"
"..."
"...I'm going to have to do this...Isn't that right...sir...?"
I nodded my head in reply.
The kid started to cry and he ran toward me.
I tried to dodge him, but he managed to tackle me to the ground.
He cried giant tears on top of me as I laid on the ground while slowly becoming irritated at how much noise the kid was making.
It was fine though...I let him cry on top of me as much as he needed.
Then, I realized I had messed up.
We were surrounded.
I could hear them.
There were dozens of them ready to ambush us.
"...Bye," I said through my fingers with a small pat on his head to comfort him.
I honestly believed that I had more time to spend with the kid, but I guess it was time for me to go.
I could feel my expression soften as I looked at him warmly.
"Huh? Sir? What do you mean?" he asked through his fingers.
"Good luck," I replied as I stood up, place the other me gently on the ground, and I ran from the area.
"S-SIR!?" he yelled out loud as he realized I was abandoning him.
I didn't say another word as I ran away.
As I ran, I caught a glimpse of my 'parents' staring at the other half of me crying on the ground.
They also caught a glimpse of me running away.
It was at this moment they realized that there were two of me.
I nearly laughed out loud.
I'm sure they were ready to explode.
And their anger made every inch of me feel satisfied.
But...
...I wasn't going to lie...
...Maybe...
...Just maybe...a little piece of my heart was attached to that other half of mine...
Even though we were halves of each other...
...To me...he was just like a little brother of mine.
And this feeling of mine was enough to make me want to protect him if he ever needed help.
I was going to make sure...he would never go through the same things I had.
...I'm going to make sure he gets to live a long happy life.
And I'll kill anyone who hurts him.
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A/N: Well that's it for this half of the special! Sorry I couldn't fit the entire special into one chapter...it was just way too long for one chapter and I couldn't keep up with it.
Next week, I will be updating the second part of this special so keep an eye out for it~
Also, if any of you guys were wondering (you guys probably weren't), I am having a great time on my vacation!
Let's just say...a whole new world of food has been opened to me during this trip.
Everything was absolutely DELICIOUS!
Yum~
And as always, I would like to thank my readers/voters/commenters!
Okie byeee!
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