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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

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'Love'

Apollo had been through some things. Most of which wasn't the most pleasant. Looking at things logically, it wasn't even worth it to stay alive.

The suffering far outweighed anything else.

But...

When Apollo thought of how Ivy held onto him and brushed his hair, he couldn't do it. At the end of the day, it was a rather small thing. Compared to everything else he went to, that could hardly matter.

Yet, as small as it was, that was enough for Apollo to want to cling to life. It was enough for him to want to stay within all the hate.

But it was still hard.

Apollo slowly lowered the knife, but still looked out the window with the full moon. The glow seemed gentle, almost like it was reassuring him.

Eventually, he walked over to his mom's bedroom, with the knife behind him. Without hesitation, he opened it up then walked up to the bed, where his mom was sleeping.

He faintly called out.

"Mother?"