1 Seraph leemann

Evening, in an alley, 3 people were present. one was lying on the ground, his face bruised and bleeding, while the other two were looking down at him. hic hic! the sound of sobbing disrupted the quiet alley way. "hey, hey! is he crying? what a pussy!" a voice filled with mockery rang out. " wait, isn't he that bitch that was bullied by some girls into running around his school naked? hahaha what a looser!" a sneer filled with laughter was heard. 'why? hic! why does this always happen?? what did i ever do to these people? "why are you doing this?" next was a voice filled with sadness and misery.

"Aaa? why? obviously, it's because you're weak!" they boy looked down towards the sobbing youth. "there's not really a reason, it just feels good to crush someone beneath your feet, you know? wait, you wouldn't know would you, hahaha!" the other one sneered. "hey! did you see a man wearing a black cloak?!" at that moment a shout filled with authority reverberated down the alley. "shit! lets go!" the two boys scurried off, one of them tripping over an empty trash can.

the boy unsteadily got up from the ground, clutching his stomach and looked at the man who was now mumbling. "th-thank you..." there was a long pause before the man remembered there was someone else present. " huh? what are you still doing here? if you are expecting some kind of pity, then just get lost. weak people will always be ostracized and bullied. if you want to be left alone, you have to get stronger without relying on others" the man looked at the boy with disdain before turning around and walking away.

the boy grit his teeth. "are you saying that just because people are weak that it's justified if you treat them badly?" the boy started walking out of the ally but before he could leave, his body became stiff. "huh?" the boy was confused as to why his body suddenly stopped moving. "of course it's justified. the weak don't have the right to decide anything, not even their own life or death!" a cold voice was heard, it sounded as if this voice was the embodiment of death.

"wh-who!?" the boy asked, trembling. "you don't have the right to know." the voice was heard, making the boy feel like a cold knife was scraping on his bones. "wh-what do you wa-want from me?!" the boy asked. "as i said, weak people have no rights." the man silently walked closer to the still trembling boy and grabbed the back of his neck. as the man's cold hand clamped down on the boys neck, the sound of water hitting the ground was heard. "hmm?" the man looked down. "you-!!" the man suddenly let go and jumped back.

"...you are weak? hahaha what nonsense!" after saying these words the man vanished. "!" after the man dissapeared the boy was able to move freely again. realizing this, the boy began to run unsteadily out of the alley. after the boy left, a man in a black cloak appeared. "that boy...hehehe i bet they would hate that..." he dissapeared after saying this.

...

"huff huff! why do people always target me? cough!" the boy stopped running and began walking instead, exhausted and in pain. after walking for a while he arrived in front of a run down 2 story apartment that only had 4 rooms, with wooden windows and rotting wooden rails. it was squeezed between two larger buildings which made the small rundown apartment look out of place. while walking up the stairs, some were making creaking sounds.

"huh..." after walking up the stairs, the boy was about to walk towards his door but caught sight of something. leaning beside the door was a girl wearing a white skirt that did not go below her knees, a frilly blue shirt and her long curly golden hair tied in two pigtails on both sides of her head. hearing someone approaching, the girl opened her eyes. she looked at the boy who was standing by the stairs, wearing a bloodied white shirt and a patch of wet on his pants.

seeing the girl looking all over his body, the boy's face reddened as he remembered his current state. "w-wh-what are you d-doing here?" the boy stuttered. after looking at his body, the girl cast her gaze towards his face before she said anything. "i'm just here to give you this." reaching into the pocket on her shirt, she pulled out a brown envelope and walked towards him.

"than-"he took the envelope into his hands and attempted to take it from her, but before he could thank her he was interrupted. "when are you going to stop being a burden to my father?" the girls voice was neither hot nor cold. "hu-" he was interrupted once again. "when are you going to stop being such a coward? don't get me wrong seraph, i know that since your mother di-" it was the girl's time to be interrupted. "don't talk about my mother!" the boy, seraph, who was beat up and even pissed himself while only sobbing and trembling, was suddenly aggressive when talking about his mother.

"my mother didn't just die! that night i found her bleeding out in the kitchen with a hole in her chest, and then a black shadow dissapeared as soon as i got there! fine, you don't want me to be your father's burden anymore? tell him that i said i don't need money from him anymore!" after saying this, seraph let the envelope go and walked pass the girl, opened his creaking apartment door and went in before slamming it shut.

"..." the girl said nothing as she walked back to the door and put the envelope in front of it. as she was walking down the door, she sighed. "if you were always that aggressive, you wouldn't get bullied as often." she mumbled to herself before continuing down the stairs and getting on a hansom cab, dissapearing down the street.

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a half used candle was lit in a dark room, light only a small corner of the room. standing with a palm sized piece of broken mirror, seraph looked at his bruised face which was slightly swollen. he had sharp features, almost like those of a woman. sharp golden eyes with black lines under them and curly washed out blonde hair. looking at his face in the mirror, his grip on it tightened. "ouch!" the pain of his finger being cut caused him to drop the mirror onto the small dresser. he put the bleeding finger into his mouth and walked out of the room. unbeknownst to him, the blood on the mirror changed from red to a black color reminiscent of oil, before melting through the mirror like a hot knife going through butter and then dissapearing.

seraph went to bathe, putting the shirt and the long baggy jeans to wash. while he was bathing, you could occasionally hear him shout in pain. after bathing in the cold water, the bruises stopped hurting as much. what was surprising though was that, even though he always gets bullied and beat up, his skin was still smooth. his body adapted to being beat up over and over again, but was that the only thing that changed about him? he, himself probably wouldn't have noticed the changes to his personality over the years. putting on a washed out short pants and shirt that he uses as pajamas, seraph got into his uncomfortable, unsteady bed and went to sleep.