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Since a while ago, cale had the sudden urge to hurt himself, his inner voice (maybe?) was pleading to watch blood flow on his skin, he craved for any sharp item to satisfy the desire on his itching arm.
To say the least, Cale was disappointed with himself, he often got hurt protecting his family, he endured pain so they wouldn't be wasting their time worrying about him, they begged him to talk about his mental health, and he refused to acknowledge himself as a masochist back then, but look at him now !
Yet again, he chose to hide this tiny accident from his found family, I mean; what's the point of telling them anyway? The children would cry, Ron would be mad, choi han's imaginary puppy ears would drop, All his family would be sad, and there's Coleph, who'd probably write a new legend …
"A hero who doesn't have a reason to live for, but makes reasons for others to live, everyday"
Another one of the esteemed God-
'shit, I feel like dying is sweeter than whatever nightmare awaits me if lived through that, in any case no one's gonna find out, so let's not panic, after all I had the vitality of the heart with me, all my scars would be washed clean, if I didn't directly kill myself, no permanent damage is caused.'
' I wished I had such an ability when I was Kim rok soo '
The red-haired man left his room and proceed to look for a bathroom in the deepest parts of the rock villa that are yet to be explored.
He glanced at his wrists, he had such a soft and delicate baby skin, must be vitality of the heart's hardwork, since he's going to ruin the crybaby's Art, he decided to draw small amounts of blood, not making a big mess.
Only a soft brush of a dagger on his skin made him bleed, the blood dyed the floor red, he felt embarrassed it was his first time cutting and didn't think about the consequences of the lost blood.
Now that the floor is clean, his hands are back to their delicate state, it seemed the crybaby had already done his job . . . .
'But why isn't he complaining?? Why are none of the ancient powers stopping him ?no wait-
Why can't I even hear their voices?
Why am I hearing depressing whispers, encouragement for self harm, and some people begging to be free .
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Why is the atmosphere of my mind a combination of a mental hospital and a funeral, usually it would be a busy festival, filled with ancient powers fooling around'
He truly missed his ancient powers; he missed the food reviews, the cursing, the warnings, even the sobs of the crybaby.
'How can I use my ancient powers but I'm unable to hear their voices wait does this mean ,no- impossible, did I absorb them ?
" useless… useless trash " He muttered scolding himself over and over, his speed of cutting increased as he was getting used to it.
Meanwhile the ancient powers were screaming and begging Cale to stop, but their voices couldn't reach him,they were surrounded by despair-full voices that were screaming along them, they were too many to the point that the ancient powers' voices blended into the despair lullaby.