Crona Gorgon // D1 // done

For as long as I can remember no one has ever been there for me. And I mean actually there for me. I have never had anyone I could turn to, no one that I could vent my worries to, no one who would hold me as I cried. My mother always told me that she was here for me, that she would always be here for me, but how was I to believe her when she tossed me into that dark room, that one with no light, every time made a mistake? Was that love? Was that the way a mother was meant to treat- to tame- their child?

Almost every day she stood me in front of one of the small things, ones with fur, sometimes ones with feathers and every day she ordered me to destroy it. But how could I? They used to look up with me which round eyes, eyes that seemed to be filled with innocence and then fear as they saw the knife clasped between my shaking fingers. I couldn't do it, mother- no wait, she never likes it when I call her that: Lady Medusa- would then tell me that I had to do it or I would be hurt and I would tell her that I couldn’t, that I didn't know how to handle it and she would slap me across the face before dragging me by my hair into that room, the one with no light, and lock me away for three days with no food or no water.

The room was always dark and I guess that where I first meet him. Ragnarok. Well I don't know if you would say meet him and more it was when I first realised that he was apart of me. Like another soul merged into my body. He is a bully, always telling me how weak I am, and always saying that I would never impress lady Medusa, that I will always let her down, that nothing I could ever do will gain her affections. I guess that was how it started, it all started with him, him emerging through my body becoming another part of my mind and soul. He is always there now he never leaves me alone, always sitting on my shoulder, his words echoing through my mind. Ragnarok was a part of me, the part of me that my mother wanted to see. The blood thirsty side, the side that could kill. The side that was the monster that she was trying to create.

Then I do it. After being locked up for a day longer than usual, my mind wandering, Ragnarok whispering into my ear I change My whole body unstable, my lips twitching and random bursts of laughter escaping my lips. Lady Medusa smiled that day, her lips pulling back as she lead me over to the creature which awaited me. It was a bird, its wings broken, its eyes wide and beady but I wasn't the same. Laughter escaped my lips as my eyes wide and filled with a madness that was never in them before. I wobbled, my body like jelly, my lank frail limbs moving somewhat awkwardly over to the creature. I tilted my head to the side slightly and smiled before diving my knife into its chest. Lady Medusa smiled and Ragnarok told me had done did a good job and maybe that was what it felt like to have someone there for you.

***

The man stood in front of me. His eyes were wide and his body was round, his breath reeking of the toxic smell of alcohol. Medusa often told me that my sanity was unstable, that I was unstable. She stood behind me now, that wicked smile dancing upon her lips. She takes a step forward and gads me the blade, it was only a short one, a knife as in the streets of district One you were unable to walk around with swords, the only weapon that I had been able to master so far. “Kill him,” the whisper crawls around my neck, making my while body race with goose bumps and fear. “Kill him…” She almost chants and I turn back to face her, my face which was usually monotoned with expression, tipping more towards a distressed feel.

“But I've never seen a guy this drunk before! I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with a guy like that.” I whine, my voice desperate as i turn to face Medusa with tears in my eyes. “I don’t- I can’t- how do I deal with this?”

“Just kill him, you can do this, make your dear mother proud,” There was something different in her voice, it was like iron which made my body freeze. “You are the son of the most powerful woman in our gang. You are the son of The Serpent, you are The Demon Sword. Now pull yourself together and do it. Kill. Him” Her eyes flash coldly and something inside me changes. It was almost like her words flicked a switch in my mind making my eyes gaze over and a burst if laughter escape my lips.

“I’m going to kill you-“ a bark of laughter, the top of my body bouncing forward my feet planted on the ground- “You fat drunk.” Running forward on legs, like pale sticks, wobbly and unstable I run forward, knife clutched in my long pale, bone fingers, blue eyes dancing with craziness. “Die.”

***

My body is not like other careers. It is not built up with muscles but it is lanky fragile and fragile. It looks like it might break it you were to hit it to hard. But that did not stop me from begin one of the best sword wielders in my gang, thats why thy called me the demon sword. When most people meet the demon sword they are expecting to see a buff boy, one who would be worthy of the name, worthy to have the blood of the Serpent. So imagine their surprise when they come across a child with a blank face, pale waxy skin and limbs that look like they belong to to the trunk of an old wiry tree. 

Most of the time I am seen in an old style black robe, one that is tight fitting and ends at about half way down my calf. It was something that was odd, people looked at me and pointed and sometimes children asked weather I was a boy or a girl but did it matter? Did it matter if I was a girl? Or if I was a boy? Not to me. I could be seen either way, with my short blonde hair and thin frame. 


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