Despair and Death

"Happy 907,799,431,789,435,212,546,789,325,916th birthday... Kila!"

Xander said to a beautiful pink hair woman; dressed in a mesmerizing pink dress, her hair was initially fashioned in normal pink ponytails, but now they were long drills that swirl down with grace and elegance on both sides.

And compare to that beautiful clear skin she once had; her skin was now pale, but for a better description of the tone it was in, ashen grey would be the word to describe its dull complexion. Meanwhile, her eyes were no longer a bright pink, but a dull definition of her once glowing neon pink that shine with vigor and meaning; now it was naught but a dull premonition of her being, black was its color, no pupils at all.

On her feet was a beautiful pair of pink glass shoes; while on her hands was a beautiful pair of black gloves that extend up her hand, and a little below her elbow.

Behind her back was a giant pink bow, with a black outline and long ribbons hanging down behind her. And to end things off, and moving on to physical aesthetic, then apart from her skin, and hairstyle, we could also look at Kila's fingernail which was painted black; while above her head was a cute but tiny crown push a little to the side.

Looking straight at her; one could see that the woman had no emotion present in her expression, although her eyes were soulless; no it was as if one were looking at a bottomless abyss where nothing exist, much less resides.

"You look very beautiful today Kila!"

"..."

"I see quiet are we; has your sanity been destroyed again?"

Yes, they are times when her sanity just randomly collapses on itself, even when doesn't do anything, it just can't support itself for long; as a result, he has to repair it quite frequently for years.

"..."

"Kyha Kyha Kyha Kyhaaaa... Well then let's fix that?"

*Snap*

Xander said as he snap his finger, and upon doing that he was met with the sight of small movements, as Kila lift her head slowly.

There she saw; a handsome male; with long blonde hair that was straight and reached his lower back, albino skin, and deep blood-red serpentine eyes; his gaze was calm, and his smile was gentle and terrifying. He wore medieval attire, consisting of a black suit gothic in appearance; the fabric was leather upon first glance, and behind was a red cape, and to his side was a bronze sword. The man looks noble if not borderline royalty.

But **** knew better, she knew not to trust this man, after all, how many times has he pulled these sick and twisted games on her; yes, to ruin her he would roleplay as her brother, mother, childhood friend, neighbor, son, daughter, aunt, sister, lover, and even her husband.

This man, no this thing had many forms; even the concept of gender means nothing to him; he was beyond her realm of imagination; he was an existence that mere meaning has no answer for.

When he plays her husband, in different scenarios, she could remember how the two started a family on so many occasions, she was programmed to feel happy, and delighted, only for their romance to end in tragedy, yes this man, would dedicate lifetimes, just to make her happy, only to one-day break her heart while returning all the memories and bad things he had done to her, and end the love story, in tragedy, and he enjoys every moment of her suffering with absolute content in his non-existent heart.

This was a dream for many, but she has been here so long she just accepted this as her new and inescapable reality; yeah many things occurred here; every evil you can think of in the book, every atrocious action you can imagine, every vile and inhumane thing you can think of to break someone; then **** has experience it all.

R@pe, countless times, by an unimaginable of creatures, and forms he possesses, and yes he would even turn into a woman and other genders that transcends male and female, those were the worse ones.

Murdered, countless times, in the most unique and unorthodox ways possible, yes **** Remember one time when, when he made her give birth to a sun, yes a fucking celestial body, there was even a time when she created an entire universe that way; the pain is something unexplainable.

Tortured, there were just no words in existence to describe this word that defines her hell.

Broken, beyond repair is too humble of a statement to describe how far gone she is. It was so bad that her own concepts of self shattered countless amount of times, she didn't even know who or what she was anymore, or why she was being punished. Her sanity has long gone to the point that anything this man does to break her again and again doesn't hurt her anymore. But despite that, the fear remains, every cell, every neuron, even her concept, and the idea of her existence was soaked, stained, and trained with fears as the very meaning of it was etched deeply in them.

The very meaning of pain was just a joke to her at this moment; but this man, this thing, this monster was the only thing in existence that can make her feel fear; yes fear was the only emotion she has left; it was the only thing in her meaningless existence that feels genuinely real to her anymore.

She doesn't want to lose this fear; she needs this fear, this fear was the only thing she has left.

That's why this man was important; if he abandon her, what would she have left to live for?

That's why her feelings mean nothing, her thoughts mean nothing, anything about herself means nothing, making him happy, only him, it has to be him, and nothing else; understanding what cannot be understood anymore at all cost; this man, this woman, this thing, or whatever it is, was all that matters anymore if it wants to make her suffer and make her feel afraid she will gladly accept it.

That's why she forces a smile; and said.

"Hello, Ah... Y-y-you look good today."

Xander's smile didn't change; instead, he took the glass of champagne and pop it open with elegance, as he walk behind her, and push her closer to the table.

She was trembling in fear; something was wrong, but it didn't matter, she wanted to feel this uncertainty more, this uncertainty was the only thing that can make her feel anything at this moment.

Xander began to pour her a glass of red wine, and he lit some scented candles, right after he poured himself a glass, as well, and wipe the tip of the wine mouth, as he places, and folded the handkerchief, and place it beside it.

"It's such a lovely, night it's not every day someone celebrates their 907,799,431,789,435,212,546,789,325,916th birthday you know."

"Tell me, how does it feel to be the oldest human woman in the world ****"

**** didn't know how to respond to that answer; she herself didn't even know her own age till...

"Am... What's your name, I know you change it in every scenario to match your appearance, so what should I call you this time around?"

"Hmmm. Let's see; call me Cecilus Delmana Atribron XXV, or Cel for short."

She smiles; albeit unaware of it as she said.

"Cecilus... A wonderful name... Am... Ah?...

"Speak your mind!"

Xander said, as took a sip of his wine, to which Kila trembled even more, but speak nonetheless.

"Master Cecilus; what games are we playing this time; will you burn me, mutilate me, destroy my hopes and dream in the most sadistic way possible, skin me alive... Perform a blood eagle with a dull knife again, change my memories to fit a scenario only to make that same scenario as miserable as possible; will you drown me in acid, pull out my eyes, stretch my tongue, turn my body into a hive, or maybe...

However, before **** could even speak; Xander place a single finger on her lips as he said.

"Quiet now **** I won't do any of that to you, as a matter of fact; I brought you here to inform you that our fun is over, you see I spend countless lifetimes with you, but now im just bored, I hate to admit it, but I have run out of ideas on how to torment you any further, congrats you're free ****."

*Brake!*

At these words, all that could be heard was the sound of a wine glass dropping from the slender hands of **** her eyes open up in horror; fear yes fear the one feeling she has grown accustomed to, the only thing she has left in her worthless life, the only emotion she even understand.

And in an ironic twist, the very thing she now believes in confirms her fate from now on.

Yes, she wanted to believe this isn't true, but fear was the only true thing to her, this was true, no! This was beyond true, master, him, she, his, her, it, meant every word of her sentence.

"T-t-this... Can't be?"

She said trembling in fear; tears coming down her soulless eyes, she couldn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it, this fear was a lie, or that's what she wanted to believe, "¡why, why, why, why, why!"

That one question was ringing in the back of her head a million if not trillions of times, in that single second, she breaking, for the first time in billions, no trillions of years she felt something beyond her imagination, a feeling she had lost was now returning, she didn't want this feeling, and yet it was coming back.

It was.

[Despair]

"Master... Darling... Mi lord... Isiah... Yargal... Tinone... SHALLA... Husband... My son... My daughter... Cousin Sam... Mr. Pirhel... Your Highness Arthur... Commander Johnson... Sister Fiona... Morgana Le Fay...

She began to shake, her hands sinking deep into her head, to the point that even blood was dripping down her forehead, blood merged with tears, staining the beautiful dress she was wearing, all the names, all the good times, or at least the one she can recall and remember that the thing she needs in her life has gone by during their time within this dream was flooding from her mouth, as she was having a massive panic attack.

Meanwhile, Xander looks at her with a smile, enjoying her suffering as he pours himself another cup of wine, so far he notices nothing that he does was affecting her anymore, so he decides to end things here by taking away the one thing that truly matters to her now, that being him, and despite time being irrelevant here, he still took it upon himself by counting the time he spends with her here.

And to be brutally honest, if he had to say how much torture and scenarios he put her through and how many times he heal her mind to continue the fun, then it has easily if not long surpassed the realm of a googolplex.

In short, he couldn't give you an exact number because it was simply uncountable by his world standards.

And despite it being a very long time, strangely enough, he didn't feel anything at all, almost like the concept of time doesn't weigh on him in shape or form, time to him was just a word, it comes and it goes, it was as simple as that.

But it didn't matter, he was enjoying this sight, the sight of the woman who dare hurt his precious Hasha, yes she was broken beyond repair, so much so, she can't even perceive her original name; to her, Kila sounds like **** yes her original name is incomprehensible to her, after all, Xander break her beyond the realm of human understanding.

And he didn't feel a single pity for this woman; despite taking her as his wife on countless occasions, even having children with her, even becoming her son and daughter in other scenarios he didn't feel anything for her.

Not a single shred of remorse; because to Xander she was nothing to him, never had, never will be, and now he has grown border of her, what's the point of punishment if you don't even feel for it; that's why this was the last scenario, no immeasurable amount of torture, no grand and cruel scenario, no nothing, this scenario was a simple goodbye, nothing more, nothing less, just a farewell.

However, as Xander drank his wine. He got a sudden system notification.

«Ding! Congratulations host, a unique achievement has been completed»

«You have earned the achievement "Breaker of origin" for breaking a person's will so bad, it affects their own existence»

«Breaker of Origin: when a person dies, their soul is filtered, and put back on the path of reincarnation becoming a new being that stems from an already existing source, however, due to the host breaking the will of **** ********* beyond the limits of the soul existence; you have erased her concept, idea, and meaning from existence completely, reincarnation, resurrection, even going back in time won't change the result of true erasure as she doesn't even have an origin anymore from here on out, meaning she doesn't exist even in possible or alternate realities»

«Congrats due to your achievement you have gained the "Yandere Vision Technique" as a small reward for completing an EXX+ rank achievement»

«Congrats due to your achievement you have gained the "Doll Technique" as a small reward for completing an EXX+ rank achievement»

«Any time, you torment a person for long periods, "Breaker of Origin" true erasure passive abilities will kick in, allowing you to completely and absolutely erase somebody from existence»

"Ohhh... that's a plus."

At the same time, Xander looks up to see Kila, however, she wasn't there, signaling she has been erased from the entirety of existence, at this sight; Xander smiled, he got his revenge but sadly he wasn't satisfied, he wanted to do more, but it was good enough.

With that said, he said to the system, with a calm voice.

"Show me the techniques synopsis."

«Notified. Now showing technique synopsis»

«Yandere Vision Technique»

❖ Yandere Vision Technique: This technique will allow you to see the world in a different light, via a different line of sight, as everything will have color, mostly just the outlines of things will be perceived, things such as

Buildings: White outlines

Rivals: Blue outlines

Love interest: Pink outlines

Weapons: Red outlines (Glowing reddish-black aura) Poison or curse

Treasure: (Dull yellow) Good (Bright Yellow) Excellent (Rainbow-like) Legendary

Friends: Green

Family: Silver

Enemy: Purple

Servants: Orange

«Doll technique»

❖ Doll techniques: A technique to possess the body of all servants, and those who you have erased; along with anyone weaker than you.

When Xander saw his two new techniques he smiled in delight, with this, he now had the power to get away with murder.

And since Kila's body is now soulless, it was begging to be possessed, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

"Well then, on to the other victims then."