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Trying to adjust to this realm was one of the hardest thing to do.
To develop a new routine, a new habit from the previous one Azure was conditioned to have.
Wake up
Pray to Spawn
Breakfast
Chores
Greenhouse
Church
Greenhouse
Dinner preparation
Dinner
Prayer
Sleep.
They were used to it. Instinct. Something he could just do with his eyes closed.
But when ####### came into his life, they adjusted the routine a tiny bit
Wake up
Pray to Spawn
Check on their beloved
Breakfast
Make sure their beloved ate
Chores
Wait for their beloved to finish their lesson
Greenhouse
Hang out with his beloved
Dinner preparation
Dinner
Make sure their beloved ate
Prayer
Make sure his beloved is okay
Sleep
definitely a lot more than he did previously, but it was worth it.
However, since that.. incident..
They were stripped away from normality.
Stripped away from comfort.
Stripped away from what he knows.
A new routine.
Last routine scrapped entirely.
Wake up
Food
Garden
Wait for a round
Die or live
Wait for a round
Die or live
For how many more times
Food
Sleep
Rinse repeat.
Sometimes, Azure would forget to eat. Perhaps too wound up from a round, or maybe the fact his plants don’t live for too long anymore.
They can barely look after their plants. Let alone look after themself.
The rest of the survivors always question if he was alright, at least the ones who actually DO care.
To the rest, they’re just some ex-cultist with a load of other issues that needs to be “addressed”.
In truth, Azure doesn’t like when the others look at them like that.
He doesn’t need the be reminded that the whole thing he built his life around is fake.
They needs about three sets of hands to count how much times they’ve been reminded by that blue pumpkin that the Spawn isn’t real.
Especially when they need to recover from a hard round, that admin always finds it appropriate to utter how the Spawn is fake and it’s a cult.
He feels like he should be sad. Or afraid.
But he just felt. Anger. Boiling hot, smoking red anger.
Perhaps frustration and impatient would be better words?
But they don’t display how the thoughts buddy in his head. And nag. Biting at his mind until it lashes out.
It was always a horrid emotion he’d been cursed with. Amarah used to say it was a punishment from Spawn.
So Azure just used to bottle it all up. Be okay. Smile for others even when in reality, his stomach twisted irritably.
What they used to do before all this was garden.
Gardening always had some sort of healing aspect to it. The kind that always soothed them
But now, he doesn’t find it as enjoyable anymore.
He doesn’t gain anything out of it.
It feels like a chore.
Something they do out of mandatory, not fun.
Not something he enjoys anymore, not after. Not after ####### passed.
Not after ####### tried to sacrifice him on that awful night..
Of course by fate, somehow he survived.
Azure was supposed to die that night.
Azure was supposed to bleed out that night.
Azure was supposed to be an offering to Spawn that night.
But they were not.
He refused his fate, and in the end killed his own lover.
The one who tried to kill him.
..
That was really selfish of them.
Azure should of died that night. Not #######.
He could still remember the fresh blood that painted his hands a disgusting red. An ugly crimson red. The shakiness in #######’s limbs as they gasped for air. Air that couldn’t reach them from where Azure had twisted around and stabbed them with their very own dagger.
The way blood dripped down their lips, making them cough it out as they fought to breathe.
And Azure could only watch.
Watch as their beloved’s eyes went dull.
Watch as their beloved fell to the floor.
Watch as their beloved trembled, crying in pure agony.
He watched them gasp. Longing for the air that would never reach them again.
He would watch them try to grab him, whining when they couldn’t reach him.
####### just wanted comfort before they died.
And he had failed to give them simply just that.
And when they finally died not even a few short minutes later, Azure didn’t budge.
They didn’t move. They stayed there. Staring at their still body.
Then the last thing he heard from that moment was the sound of footsteps.
Then angry shouting.
Yelling.
At him.
It was Amarah.
They didn’t remember what she said, but they could tell she was mad.
Mad at the death of his student that he took way too long mentoring.
All that effort to waste. All for what? nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And Azure had never felt more guilty in their life.
After that, their life didn’t go back to normal.
In fact, he doesn’t know how he died, and came here.
He just remembers waking up here.
Maybe that was something he could appreciate, him not remembering how he died.
Yeah that’s at least peaceful..
Azure hummed to themself as they brushed a rose to the side to gently examine it.
Then.
CRASH!
Instantly, he snapped around to the smash and thump.
Peering over, glass shattered everywhere onto the ground.
Flowers squashed beyond repair.
The culprit? A box. A weird cardboard box.
A cardboard box that squashed all his flowers.
An exhale exited through his nose as they trudged over to the box.
And without any longer, opening the seal to look at the contents of the box.
And what he saw where some sort of.
Boxes?
Squares?
Rectangles?
They picked one up, studying it suspiciously.
What was this thing?
Azure was too occupied with this mystery object that they didn’t notice Elliot coming into the greenhouse, looking worried.
"Azurewrath? Are you okay? I heard something break and-"
Elliot paused to stare at the state of the glass filled ground.
"Oh, are you hur-"
"No I’m fine."
Azure interrupted before Elliot could finish. A bit rude of them but he was in one of them snappy moods.
I mean who wouldn’t be when a random box smushes all your precious plants??
"What’s this anyway?"
He asked with a hum, gesturing to the object in his hand.
Funnily enough, Elliot lit up, as if recognising this strange thing.
"Oh! That’s a phone! Where did you get them from?"
Elliot gasped, gently taking the device out of the ex-cultist’s hands.
"What’s.. a phone?"
"You don’t know what a-… oh yeah.. makes sense.."
Azure tilted their head in confusion before Elliot sighed.
"It’s fine, why don’t we carry the box to the lobby?"
"Sound good."
Azure shrugged, as the pizza guy, shoved the box into their hands.
Oh well I guess this is what their job is for now.