After school, I watched Jehin and Gehan eagerly approach Qin.
"Oy Shuracik got jealous?" "It's not jealousy, it's something else," I said, scratching my chin, pushing the face of Anastasia, who was whispering in my ear, making a grimace.
Qin did what I predicted, glaring at the two of them fiercely.
"Ppfffttaahahahah! Their frightened faces are gorgeous!" I was grinning as much as I could with pleasure as I held my stomach and broke into a fit of laughter.
Anastasia nodded as I looked behind Qin as she left. This man unknowingly always knew the way to please me, but he did something to me that he shouldn't have done.
What the hell is marrying me?!
That's why I had to avenge it! Of course not now eheheh...
But first I had to deal with this duo who had pissed me off enough!
"Shura, it's hard to imagine you're going to be in a love triangle or something—" Anastasia paused.
"Did you say something?" I asked turning around.
"Nothing." Anastasia looked at him strangely.
"Shut up" I banged his head against the wall as Gehan screamed. His warm blood started pouring down my arm as his head exploded between the wall and my hand.
"I've given these two bugs quite a chance," I kicked their bodies away in disgust.
"Aren't you going a little too far by killing?"
"Pfft, are you saying that? If I don't care about my own life, you should know that I don't care about anyone else's" I shook my head and sneered at him.
"Is it immoral for the strong to oppress the weak? Is that what you think? So get it inside that stupid head of yours, if you're a devil these are nothing but scams."
"Being the devil was for me a choice, not a race."
"In short, being an angel was just as much in my hands as being a demon."
"But who cares?
"Do you know why bad guys live longer?"
"The answer is not because they are bad. It is because the good choose to be good. They are not selfish and do not think for themselves. They give nothing for others."
"That's not what the wicked are"
"But he does the opposite. Why does he have to think about someone else? Why does he have to be nice to everyone? Why always laugh? WHY SACRIFICE? Why be patient?"
"Why should he devour himself for others?" Shura whispered as she stared at the corpses on the ground. "The good people live without realizing that their good thoughts are destroying them. By meddling in everything and wearing themselves down... Not knowing that these pure thoughts are eating away at them"
"The wicked are those who are aware of this. Some make this choice in order not to wear themselves out, while others make this choice for another reason."
"Well, who are you talking to, Shura?" Anastasia spoke with her head tilted to the side.
"Can't you see that jerk over there," Shura said, angrily when interrupted He left with a light border, pointing to a place.
Anastasia looked at the ground and muttered.
"Well, there's no one there..."
-To be continued-