Ch12: White Room
Hello there, how you guys doing? The last poll everyone came together and decided that both milfs and demi humans are goated, so I guess both sides win.
Here's the question for this chapter, English or Spanish? Whoever doesn't comment on this is gay.
I don't make the rules so save your ass yourself.
Anyway let's start with the chapter.
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3rd Pov
In a white room filled with nothing but a single toilet, a man stood still towering over a small figure.
The said figure was a young boy around the age of fourteen, his clothes were tattered, dirty and bloody, and he himself didn't seem to be in a good condition.
If he lived in a condition like this for a few more weeks, one would mistake him as a skeleton with some skin attached to it.
"Remember, to have a great power and refuse to use it, is only something a fool would do."
The man said as he threw a piece of old and hard bread towards a young boy.
He didn't show any sympathy towards the boy because of the condition he was in, after all it was him that punished the boy for not yielding to his orders.
The eyes of the boy which once shone brightly and brimmed with hope, now looked at the man without having any emotion.
"I told you before... I refuse." The boy Muttered in a low and raspy voice.
The man sighed "You're lucky that my schedule is filled for today."
He then went out of the small room and closed the door, leaving the boy in the white room all alone.
The boy looked at the bread and while his stomach rumbled from hunger, he ignored the bread and closed his eyes.
The man that he talked with was in name his biological father, which when he thought of it he couldn't help himself to not laugh at himself that called that man father in the past.
He would visit him once or twice per week, giving him the same bread and a few bottles of water so the boy could live on with that for another week.
Of course the boy tried to starve himself to death so he could escape from that man in a sense.
But it was futile as whenever he didn't eat the 'food' and let it be, the man would force him to eat the food so he would live longer and yield to him one day.
Living like this wasn't a new thing to him as he's been living like this for several months now.
The only friend he had in this place was sleeping, because whenever he was sleeping he didn't feel any hunger, thirst and the feeling of being used as a tool by that man.
Whenever he slept, he felt free from all the expectations and duties that man had for him.
But it never lasted as long as he wanted, whenever he woke up and came back to reality, he had to continue on living out of spite he had for that man.
The reason he didn't eat any food nor drink water was so that he didn't have any energy and could fall asleep faster.
Sleep was a form of salvation and freedom for him.
There were several times that the boy tried to end himself by other means other than starving himself, but always backed down from the idea as he had a small amount of hope left.
Maybe one day he could escape from this hell and manage to live a decent life, he preferred anything over the life he currently had.
One might wonder how this boy ended up in a situation like this. It all started around a year ago.
The boy was the son of an infelutal person, so many people had expectations for him, especially his father.
He lived to that expectations and succeeded at everything that was thrown at him, almost being the perfect son that man wanted.
Anyone who knew him, hailed him as a once in a generation genius, a person which everyone had high hopes for his future.
But one day he questioned himself for what reason was he trying this hard and what did he achieve by doing all of this.
Never, not even once in his lifetime had his father acknowledged his efforts or given him a single praise, as if it was his duty to excel at everything.
It was then that he realised he was nothing but a tool in his father's eyes, which broke him in the inside as all the years he worked hard to gain that man's approval.
So he decided to stop giving his all and trying his best to live up to those expectations.
He would skip school, ignore the physical training regime that he went through, reject the meetings he was invited to, disrespect other political figures on social media and a lot more that shattered his public image.
His father didn't think much of it at first and thought that his son was in his rebilous phase but after the first few months, he was sure that the boy was doing this all on purpose.
So he decided to punish him lightly, locking him up for a few days and giving him lukewarm foods should do the job or that's what he thought which proved to be wrong.
The boy was dead serious and resolved about rejecting his father's ideals. So he took the punishment to another level and gave the boy bare human contact.
The only person that his son could see was him and even that was once or twice per week at most, and that was the time he gave him his weekly ration which consisted of a few bottles of father and a dry and old loaf of bread.
Even after two months passed, the boys resolve did not falter which made the man more pissed than before.
So he added physical torture to it too. He would hit the boy with a whip every time he visited him, hence why the boys clothes were tattered and dirty because of the blood.
The boy ignored those memories and while his eyes were closed, he slowly lost consciousness and drifted off to the world of dreams, where he was safe from that man.
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Roy opened his eyes and was met with the familiar seiling of his room.
'Why did I dream of that of all things I could...'
Those were memories of his past life, a small part of what he went through during that life.
They were the memories that he wanted to avoid, not because they were painful for him or were a traumatic experience, rather because they made him remember that man that he despised.
Those things that man did were nothing Infront of the thing that he did which took the will to Live from him.
'Well there's no need to think about those times as they all are in the past.'
"Want to talk about it?" Vermeil asked as she caressed his hair.
"You saw it?"
"Who do you think is teaching you dream magic?" Vermeil said with an amused expression.
Her expression than softened and turned into a caring look "I won't ask you what you went through because I know you don't want to talk about it, but if you ever felt alone know I'm here for you."
Vermeil by using her dream magic had access to every dream around the world, Roy was no exception from it.
So she knew about the thing that Roy dreams about, specially that weird dream with his sister, which she ignored and tried to erase fr her mind.
As she had access to Roy's dreams, she knew about some parts of his past from the dreams he had, but she didn't have any way of reading his mind to know about all of them. And even if she did,she would not do that.
With that, she had a theory that Roy might have been the reincarnation of someone from this world, similar to how heroes had reincarnations.
A small smile made its way on Roy's face, he didn't say anything and simply gave a nod as a symbol of appreciation.
"By the way I heard from Roygun that the Agares sisters are coming to visit us again."
'So that's the reason why I dreamt of those days. God please return me to that hellhole, I prefer it over this.'
As if god was against him, the familiar light blue magic circle that belonged to the Agares family appeared in his.
"I'm back darling~" Yuno said as she jumped at Roy and hugged him, or at least tried to, till she was met with a barrier.
"Behave yourself sister." Seekvaira said as she was the one that casted the barrier, which earned her a nod of gratitude from Roy, and one from Vermeil as a sign of approval.
'I'm one hundred percent convinced that she's my guardian angel. I'll definitely marry her in future.'
Roy thought to himself, which if Yuno could hear it, she would go berserk and even harm her own sister.
Thankfully she doesn't have any skill like that or our boy Roy would have been fucked up.
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And that's it for this chapter. How was it? Hope you guys enjoyed this lil bit of angst.
This was only a part of mc's past, will show more of it in future chapters.
Anyway don't have much to say, so as always kys. Till next chapter bye bye~
Word count: 1605