When Light Becomes Obsessed with Darkness

Pov Kylo Stromcrest:

"Thank you."

They were the most sincere words that had come out of my mouth since I came into this world.

(That crazy woman almost left me without my precious Excalibur).

When Master Eloise heard Luna's voice, she immediately woke up from her strange trance and, putting on a look of someone who had done nothing wrong, said:

"That's it, get dressed, you can go".

I felt as if I had been raped and then discarded like a cheap bitch.

"Let's talk," said Luna, who had been accompanying me since I left the warehouse.

"Sure...," I replied a little slowly.

(What does she want to talk about? Will it be about my approach to Elara these past few days? Or maybe she's wondering what I was doing there in the warehouse...?)

With only those words, we advanced through the field, guided by the moonlight, until we reached a garden with beautiful violet flowers.

(Wow, this is an excellent environment, it's a pity that my relationship with her is not ideal).

Trying something with Luna Lestia is like Russian roulette, you don't know when the bullet will hit you, you just know it's there.

(After all, she will at some point start ignoring me when I lose interest.)

She was always like that, even with the main character, the person who is destined to be the greatest person in the world (according to the game).

(Now, imagine with a mini-boss like me).

We took a seat on a bench strategically placed to show the best possible scenery, both day and night.

(Reminds me a lot of that scene)

In Adam's story mode, if you manage to have substantial progress with Elara, she'll take you here and tell you about her concerns, from things as simple as the weight of her Celestia surname.

To her cold relationship with her fiancé, Frederick.

This is crucial information if you plan to win her over when the time comes.

"It's a good place," I said to set the right mood.

Luna didn't respond. Instead, she looked at the violet flowers in the garden, in particular, one beautiful flower that stood out among the others.

A white flower with purple tones....

(She seems to like this kind of flowers... Should I remember that?)

"Now that your engagement to Valeria is over.... What are your plans for the future?" At some point, she turned to me and posed that question.

(What are my plans for the future?)

That question took me into a world full of philosophical thoughts. I didn't even consider why she was asking me that.

(Avoiding death, right? But...)

What do I want in my life? Will I just seek to avoid my death and the apocalyptic events of this world?

No.

"I want to be happy, travel the world and experience all the wonderful things it has to offer," the answer I harbored in my heart left my lips.

(And also meet lots of beautiful women...), a thought I neglected to mention.

I haven't been happy for a long time, specifically, since my parents died in a car accident.

(Come to think of it... I was miserable in my previous life).

My parents died in a car accident, leaving my younger sister and me orphans. Fortunately, in my home country, I was able to take custody of my sister and prevent us from being separated by the government.

It hurt us very much, especially my sister, who was about 10 years old at the time, an extremely delicate age for a child.

(I gave up my dream for her...).

I never regretted giving up my dream, which was to become a professional athlete. I loved moving my body, especially my legs, something I cared for as a sacred asset for my future, but I loved my sister more and I knew she needed me more than ever.

When what happened to my parents happened, although it hurt me a lot, I had to take the reins and prevent my sister from sinking into depression.

I didn't have time to cry.

Things calmed down and a few months later, it looked like everything was going to get better. I got a decent job and with the insurance money I claimed after my parents' death, I was able to pay for my sister's studies and have a more or less dignified life.

(I thought I should just wait for my sister to graduate before resuming my dream.... It's never too late for your dreams, is it? It's a common saying in my household).

But my character development arc didn't end there, as a year and a month after my parents' death, I was brutally run over by a truck, leaving me an invalid.

I won't deny that when I woke up weeks later, I had suicidal thoughts, but those thoughts vanished when I saw the crying face of my sister, who was asleep on the couch near my bed.

I refused to give up, even as despair overwhelmed my being. I hid it well and tried to show my sister the best smile.

Her pitying look at me hurt me a lot, but I hid it.

To my good fortune, the neighbor who knew about our situation helped us a lot, especially my sister, who was devastated.

As for me, I was looking for a way to earn money efficiently, since with the state of my body, job options were very few.

(Fortunately, the truck driver paid me a juicy sum of money).

The truck driver took responsibility after the cameras recorded him and recorded his vehicle's data, paying a juicy compensation to avoid going to jail.

My sister was not very satisfied, but for me, the money was the most important thing, and with what we got, according to my calculations, we could live for 2 years in good conditions.

When I was medically discharged, my sister started taking care of me on a regular basis, which affected her studies too much. So I desperately searched for an alternative job on the internet.

There, in an article, I saw how some professional gamers expressed their opinion about the next worldwide release: Aerial Chronicles.

Although it was a game, they thought that with the minimum the game offered, it would become a gold mine for those looking to profit from currency exchange, something fundamental when you could get rich "playing".

I did a lot of research and finally convinced myself that I could do it. Anyway, I had a lot of time on my hands.

I bought the equipment for the game with the severance money and from the first moment I entered the game, I didn't see it as such.

I saw it as my second life, a place where I had to try my best for my sister's sake.

Finally, after much effort and hours in the game, I managed to establish a good position in the game.

(And with that, I relieved my frustration by making others miserable).

With the money I got through the foreign exchange method, I managed to stabilize the financial situation I had.

My younger sister, despite everything that happened, did not fall and, instead, became a prodigious and very strong woman.

The joy she gave me when years later she told me that she won a scholarship to the most important university in the country was immeasurable.

(She is strong, I'm sure she will get over it in due time).

Remembering my younger sister, I shook my head. Although I don't know how I died, I am sure that she, the sister I raised with much effort, will get over it and live happily.

(Now that I am in this world, I will do whatever I want).

My reflection ended in that conviction and looking Luna in the eyes, I asked her:

"What about you, what do you want to do in the future?"

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Pov Luna Lestia:

"What about you, what do you want to do in the future?" was his question, the question of the child with the purple eyes.

(Although with a different goal, your eyes still shine with passion...).

Something that always caught my attention, eyes that led me to commit that sin.

As for his response...

I had it all.

Beauty, fame, I was queen, I was a duchess, I traveled all over the continent and even visited the other two....

I had a wonderful daughter...

But she could not fill the emptiness I felt.

I was missing something.

That something, perhaps...

Was You.

(It's not love, it's something... darker)

I denied it, again.

"I will create a world where my daughter and her father live together and smile every day for me, even if I have to force them," I said it in my usual voice, but I couldn't help but let a little emotion accompany it.

He just smiled and looked at that beautiful flower that reminded me so much of my daughter.

(I need a more aggressive approach, maybe... Becoming his fiancée?)

But I need a reason, and it's not like I can tell him "You'll give me a daughter and live with us whether you want to or not" either.

(I guess I should let Elara do her thing and use it to my advantage).