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Goaizu

Above the cosmos... Nothing hangs. How do you know? I'm not all-powerful, but I have common sense, you know? It is as if you were proposing life after death, a banality for the hopeless; but there is reincarnation... What? Confusing, meaningless and lacking logic... Above the cosmos? Could there be another more brilliant jewel that adorns the crown? It makes no sense, just like rebirth... Who would like to remember past memories? Traumas, attachments, beings; unless you are a slave. But who is not a slave? There are no exceptions... Could it be that above the cosmos I will find an answer? 'Son of a bitch', that's the best abstract promotion framework I've ever seen...

Finger_of_Shiva · Fantasy
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79 Chs

[Broken swan]

Until a voice brought him out of his reverie. It belonged to a male individual and it was indeed that of the bartender.

"I'm back, thank you for waiting. The greatest ambrosia I have found among the great variety of high quality, is this old wine. Although it retains the age of a senile old man, it enjoys the youth of a young man" He mentioned it with a big smile, while pouring it into a glass.

Frederick paid great attention to this action. One of his tastes in life was to taste a variety of liquors.

"Hey, thank you very much. Come, come a little closer" Frederick insisted him to come closer and pat him on the shoulders.

"Go, go, out there, disgorge the fresh air like a bee to a flower you go. Go on, rest a while outside, okay?" As the pats continued, he was slowly pushing him out, towards the courtyard.

He had sent the honest bartender away, because the task of his destiny was close at hand.

Having completed this, he again went to the bar, to keep his solitary cup company.

With a soft touch and delicacy he grasped the handle of this one, enjoying the touch, he lifted it over his shoulders

Raising his eyes, to observe the red of the wine through the transparent color, he pronounced: "Old wine, which I hold in my hand, fiery red like a lover's passion. Into my mouth it enters, its vivid red, Mingles with ancient blood from my gums; Dirty they are.

It passes down my throat, and like an ancient magician's trick, like a dagger it goes deep and my stomach bleeds.

It drowned me in this sea of blood, From my hollow gums, which soiled everything.

I hold pale handle of my cup, watching the last drops, accepted the pale embrace of the lover."

Stares turned to him, at his exclamation. At the termination, applause... hypocrites.

And just like that, he decisively swallowed the contents of the cup. To continue whipping it against the floor and stepping on the disordered glass.

Such an action had provoked a creaking noise. Attracting more stares from those present

Picking up the red cloth over his shoulder, he lifted his foot to a considerable height, managing to wipe the remains of glass on his shoe. This was possible in spite of his height, due to his physical capacity.

These actions attracted shocked looks from some guests, who recognized the origin and value of the bruised cloth. Which was a symbol of royalty, used since ancient times, representing the true kings.

So, from an inner pocket of his coat, he pulled out a dagger. The ceremonial dagger, encrusted with jewels, glittering in picturesque colors and handcrafted engravings. Strange drawings without mastery, which seemed to belong to ancient oriental civilizations.

And he raised it in front of his two eyes, observing its edge and reflection. To proceed to pronounce some hurtful words as cuts.

"You ostentatious in egomania. Hypocrites like no other."

I knew many of these faces. With some I had exchanged words, with many others I had not. I knew their colors

"You gather together like flies on feces, you share qualities: Dishonest, disloyal and bloodthirsty."

The smiles and demeanor today, were not the same as they shared in the media

"But today, today you all was wrong. You have gathered together like innocent sheep at the slaughterhouse..... Ironic."

Uttering these words had served him great amusement. It was so much so that it had assuaged his earlier nervousness. He had made up his mind.

At this demonstration of speech, old familiar faces shouted out.

"What is your intention with these words, little Fre?"

"Have you got the wrong circus?"

"Heh... I didn't remember you like that, little silver one."

Observing the situation that was brewing, Rebecca approached Frederick with the intention of calming down the situation

"Cousin... What are you doing? You're embarrassing the family name. Please put that away and come to your senses."

"The guests are present, don't make a childish display."

At this, he only received a piercing look from Frederick. Who with a slight smile, made a quick movement, placing his large right palm on the soft nape of his cousin's neck. And with a light caress

"Broken swan."