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It was a freezing night, rain clouds gathering in the black sky. The rain fell, soaking into Geto’s clothes, chilling his skin.
Cold.
Was the only thing ringing in his ears, because his own mind was consumed by his own pathetic ideals.
He could feel the guilt gnawing at his guts, but he was proud enough to think it away. To pretend it wasn’t hurting, that it wasn’t feeding on his emotions until nothing was left but an empty heart.
A world without non-sorcerers is a perfect world.
But was it? Not that he cared for any of those stupid humans, it just felt wrong. Taking people’s lives away from them just because he didn’t feel like growing up.
Or maybe he just wanted validation. A reassurance that he never heard of, only dreamt about. Because the luxury of being held never applied to Suguru Geto, and it never would—because as long as he keeps standing, nothing else but empty promises of what he destroyed would be given back to him. And that made Geto’s skin crawl with disgust, because it was never what he truly wanted. Never what he asked for, he just wanted to feel like anybody else. And what became of him? Of what he laid his hands upon?
After all, Suguru Geto never learned how to convey his feelings properly.
Geto despised non-sorcerers, how they manipulated him for protection. He just wanted to get rid of them, which is funny because Geto still held onto the humanity left in him. Scared it will be taken away, stolen, destroyed. Because that part was the one who could feel—and he missed feeling.
But Geto couldn’t live with the guilt, with the pain of holding so many deaths in only the palm of his hand.
So he let go.
Let go of his humanity, simply because he was too proud to admit himself wrong.
But can you blame him?
Suguru Geto never truly understood what it felt like to live,
so he took it away from other people. Just jealous of what they had.
Just in hopes he would feel it too, touch it like everyone else did. Live it like anybody else would.
Suguru Geto is a simple man with simple wishes.
It gave him a life—like he always wanted.
But at what cost, when no one was there to live it with him?