The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
Let's call it a draw
"Pfffftttt!! Ha! Hahaha! Look at this!! Ahehahaha!!"
His figure emerging out of the cloud of dust, Luscious burst into laughter as if witnessing the most iconic scene of all his life.
"And I thought you weren't all alone?"
"....."
"Hahahahaha! Poor little soil!"
Stepping closer as he giggled, the man narrowed his snake-like eyes to stare deep into Ian's miserable face.
"Scared, aren't you?"
"....."
His heart was pounding, his body trembling from head to toe, his mind scrambling around to find an answer to his questions, to find a way out of this situation... but he wasn't scared. That word couldn't describe his current situation. The scared one wasn't Ian, but Luscious.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you much. Not if you spit everything out at once."