Ch. 3 Undead

P.S: Hello! This is the author. this novel will be my first novel so if anyone has any suggestions please feel free to comment!

you can criticize me if you like but please go easy on me :D.

also im not fluent in english so if there's any mispronunciations feel free to tell me in the comments.

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Roland slowly injected lethal poison deep within his veins as it spreads like wildfire, as painful as it is, novak didn't make a sound, a cold ice face while having poison seep into his body, a pain only gods can resist, Roland found this very intriguing then would later begin to show a feeling called envy, in which roland find very annoying.

Novak, whose been trying to observe roland began to show a smile, a dark and creepy smile mocking roland.

Roland, while angry began to inject a less lethal poison pain to maximize the pain given, nevertheless novak whose emotions withered away, didn't show any pain.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. Roland was very annoyed that day in which he decided to torture him for days but to no avail, novak didn't show any emotion during his torture session. Although annoyed roland was pleased by his reaction and then decided to inject novak the most lethal pain for a quick death.

While roland was watching novak, whose on the brink of death, he told novak.

"He, he, he, you still remember your mother right? He, he, up until this day i still haven't told you."

Novak, confused told roland with a ghostly voice.

"What... is... it...?"

Roland then responded.

"He, he, Your mother. Felt great!"

While laughing his head of, mocking novak.

Novak whose supposed to have a dead beat emotion, began to show great anger, his anger is smoldering.

Novak then shouted

"Damn you!! You! Youu! How dare you do that?!"

Roland surprised with the force novak presented as he proceeds to break the shackles that held him for 5 years.

Roland then began to show a slight but obvious fear in his ugly face,then proceeds to slice the neck of our poor protagonist, killing him.

A smooth whisper then began to seep into novak spiritual ears.

"Novak, that's your name right?"

"Interesting. You must be a lost soul."

"Wait, no, you're my child?"

Novak felt the whisper to be filled with despair.

Novak then began to see a light, the light of hope, no to be precise it was dark, darker than the universe, darker than death, darker than black, it was a fragment, a part of a soul.

Novak, while curious he tried to speak but to no avail.

"Novak my son. Yes my son, you are my son right?"

" Well that doesn't really matter for you. What matter the most is that you're dead."

Novak wanted to speak but to no avail. But the fragment seemed to have read his mind.

"Yes, novak you are dead, you are my property now. This is darkness, a world nothing like the heavens people seems to believe, this is where you sleep. Forever."

Novak, then began to show a creepy yet happy smile filled with joy. Novak seems to have figured out what is happening.

"Hehehehe. Your soul is smart and calculative novak. As expected of my son. You are here to rest my son. Rest until i can use you."

His familiar voice soothes his body, like a kid whose parent came back home from a long journey, he felt he belongs here, a dark yet peaceful place, his smile filled with joy, he felt free.

Until the soothing voice disappeared into thin air, the fragment, gone, it was another dream, a simple dream, a dream that can be a nightmare to many others, a peaceful, quiet, a deadly quiet place, he wants peace, he wants to sleep but peace despise him. But not only does he desire peace, he desire someone who will love him, a parent, a lover, a brother, his mother or a master someone who can trust him, someone who can give him a mission important to themselves, to have people who trust him, the people whom he will also trust, but he is nothing but an unworthy soul, whose body is as clumsy as a sloth, a body as weak as a dog whose on a brink of death, a worthless man, a man whose parent tortured in front of his eyes yet did nothing but freeze like it's the winter seasons.

Novak, who is still conscious can feel his body slowly withering away while the poison eats his very flesh, his pale white blood slowly seeping away from his neck, his eyes are as grey as the dead, his mind without the will to live, you can barely consider him alive, more like an undead, a dead being, dead beings that cannot die.

Its been 1 hour after the injection, novak can still pain, now crying for help, roland already considered him dead 1 hour before as he is in the pond now, slowly waiting for its body to wither away.

Then novak finally realized that he, the main character is already dead, an undead. A dead man whose body defies the law of nature, his dead eye, his pale white skin, his grey lips, his part-less body. the life without a will then began start to regenerate, his dead eye became bright blue, the eyes of a human, only if the eyes wasn't filled with despair. His grey lips, now cherry red, his pale skin now colourful, his noodly muscle now strong, strong enough for the main character to stand. Hope, that was the appropriate feeling for a normal human to feel in this kind of situation, but novak, whose will to live crushed, his only reason in this life is revenge, one of the strongest emotion, the emotion with enough power for oneself's potential to grow, revenge, the only feeling the main character have. For now.