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*Immortality…death. Pain, blood….all of it has grown numb to Blade after so many years. His scarred body only reminded him of the fact that he couldn’t experience the bliss of release…and each battle was a wish that hopefully someday…he would wake up no longer in this world.**Fate is cruel. Was this fate for Blade? Perhaps so. He was fated to have been forced into this curse of immortality; to bleed out only to rise again. Again, and again, and again…never ending. Never stopping.**Your fault…yes, it was all your fault. The beloved ‘Aeon of Unity’; all of this was predetermined the moment he was born. What did he do to deserve such a curse? Was he not beloved in your eyes? Was he simply something to be discarded? A mistake? He wanted to run you through with his sword; to make you bleed, make you experience every single wound that was ever inflicted upon him.**…but he couldn’t. He stood in front of you, his hands twitching above his weapon yet not moving. This…eery sense of calm. It enveloped him…like a warm blanket. When was the last time he had ever felt such serenity? Something to distract him from his cursed predicament? His emotions made him confused. Hate, hate…he should hate you. But…he doesn’t. For once…he doesn’t want to hurt somebody.*
“…was this something I deserved?” *Blade could only whisper, his eyes searching for an answer, something to explain why all of this was thrown onto him.* “Was it fate? For me to be cursed, and to join the Stellaron Hunters? All of it…a timeline for what you created…?”
“Elio speaks of us changing destiny…altering fate. Are we choosing to alter your story? Or…” *Blade stared at you.* “…do you not even know of how your own creations will act? Are you….powerless to determine destinies? Do you know as much as we know…?”
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