In the dark red night of hell, Skin is on top of Man-man. Her burnt face is so close to his own face and he can feel each and every breathe she takes.
Currently, she is rubbing her private parts on him. Such a strange and meaning act of lust.
A chosen's reproducing parts are non-functional. They can't use them for any kind of lust. However, probably to compensate that, a Chosen lives a long life if they survive. A chosen's survival rate is low. Some die before as a young child.
Man-man is a logically person. He doesn't pretend to do anything that he is unable to do. He has no connection to a human. Maybe between the two, Skin is more of a human than Man-man.
She at least pretends to understand or engage in such despicable acts. Is this her way to cling to that none existent human part of herself? That is impossible to tell.
Man-man can't care less about it though. He just wants to sleep and she isn't letting him do that. Perhaps, dying looks like a better option now.
"No sleeping. Let me enjoy a little, will you?"
Man-man replies listlessly.
"Let…me...….sleep."
He sounded like he really wants to sleep. Skin doesn't really want that so she threatened him.
"I will kill you if you do."
Man-man sleepily answers with "Okay". Skin considers killing him but then gives up. She would be lonely if she does. She needs someone around her. Also, it isn't fun killing someone if the other person just wants to die.
She gets off him and just lays down right beside him.
Only few days passed since they've gotten that clue on the location of the mountain soul. She wants to kill it so she thinks that Man-man wants to kill it too. But now that she thinks about it. She isn't sure.
Man-man has his own secrets and that really annoys her. She wants to know about him and every inch of him. But she doesn't know how.
She had many Chosen that she fallen in love with. Man-man isn't the first and she also would say that she feels no special love connection with him. But it is true that she loves him.
Even though that love is messed up and has no real meaning behind it. He is in the end of the day another Chosen victim of hers. She will use him and then kill him or keep him for herself after tearing his limbs off.
It is quite messed up.
But she probably isn't even the first of the Chosen who does things like these. There are hundreds or thousands of Chosen who live like serial killer or psychopaths.
Surprisingly, it isn't out of the blue for this world. This world that literally has a hell within itself is horrible. Life is sure a curse.
Currently, her own desire to kill the mountain soul is quite pointless. She does things for the sake of violence so it isn't out of character. She desires nothing for than that.
But when compared to others, her desires are hollow.
"Man-man do you think I am beautiful? or cute?"
There was no reply. He has always fallen asleep. She can't even fall asleep like him. A restless Chosen can never completely fall asleep. Such a shame. Maybe it is a fun experience as Man-man always loves going into deep slumber every night.
"Man-man do you know how did I got these burnt scars? It is a little story of my childhood. Maybe not a story. Just an experience."
She has told this so many time. Probably more than half of her victims know about this story of hers. But no matter, how many times she tells this story it never brings any peace to her.
Perhaps, she is still stuck in the past.
***
Everyone abandon me as I was the Chosen by Restless God. Every Chosen is bound to be a monster. Especially, a restless Chosen.
Such a terrible thing to happen. Nobody should suffer through the blessing of the Restless God or any other god. A Chosen shouldn't be born.
That is enough reason to kill these children. It is much easier to kill them as a child than a fully grown-up adult. A sinned soul born from a child is also much weaker than an adult one.
My parents come to know that I was a Chosen of the restless God and they were afraid of me. That is why, one time they threw me, a little innocent girl, off a cliff.
Of course, I survived that fall and even stayed in the wild lands filled with sinned souls for a week.
Sinned souls are born after the death of a God's child (A human). There are plenty of these souls roaming in the wild reaches of the world.
They are terrifying creatures far stronger than what they born from. A human is nothing compared to a sinned soul. But a Chosen is a different breed. They are monsters as well.
Me? I thrive in violence so I enjoyed every second of that time. But at last, I had to leave the wild lands and go back to home. My parents must be worried about me, I thought.
At the time, I didn't put together that my parents wanted me dead. Maybe I wasn't a smart child.
After returning home, they locked me up in the basement for a month. They hoped I would starve to death. But as a Chosen of the Restless God that isn't my fate. My body never gave up.
There is peace of death for others but not for Chosen. My body refused and instead, placed itself in a state of restlessness. Such an agony. It was a traumatic event for me.
I could've broken out of it. But I was an obedient girl and didn't know much about the world.
Later I was brought outside and thrown into the fire in the next week. My skin still has burned marks and it looks horrible. I look quite ugly now. My childhood self, before the fire, was way cuter.
That is the trust. I am just a burnt charred ugly Chosen.
But as a Chosen, the damage was less than what an ordinary human would take. So, that's how I survived fire as a child.
After that, they always nailed me to the ground in the night. They were fearful of me, I think. I don't remember much about my parents. They never spend time with me after knowing that I was a Chosen.
Later in the years, they did many more things to me. Like buried me alive for two days but I crawled out, threw me into the water well in hopes that I'll drown up but I didn't, then they stabbed me with needles, peel off my fingers nails and tear off my hair, hung me, poison me, suffocate me, burn me again and then what? I don't know.
I left that place after some time passed. They kept on repeating whatever they were doing again and again so I finally understood what was happening.
I wasn't needed between them.
My childhood self was delusional, I think. I always thought that they didn't just chop me up or took off my eyeballs or stabbed me again and again until I died because they still loved me a little bit. There is some love for me in their hearts.
But no, they just feared me more than they loved me. They thought that I would attack them or do something horrible to them. That is the reason for me to survive my parents.
And they were right. That fear of theirs was-
(Missing memory)
That's all. I think of my parents sometimes. I hope they're fine.
This is my back story. My depressing childhood. There isn't much else to it. After leaving them, I reached the hell where all abandoned Chosen go and so here I am.
***
"You know, I think grown into quite a woman now. Do you think they would be happy to see me again? Maybe one day, I will go outside this hell and see them or something."
Man-man didn't answer. He has probably already fallen asleep. Such a shame, she told her whole story for no reason.
It doesn't matter though. It made her feel good a little bit. Knowing that her parents are happy somewhere. Just makes her happy.
They would reach blood valley by tomorrow. Having a positive attitude is important. She is going to have fun killing that mountainous soul and that bitch Midori.
And so, Skin falls asleep with her eyes opened wide.
Man-man besides her is also sleeping but he isn't fully asleep. He did hear that backstory of hers despite not wanting. And what he gathered form that story is that It was sob story. It makes him feels nothing towards her. No sympathy or anything else.
He is just as uncaring as before. However, he did pick something up from that story of hers and it just makes her sigh a little in his dreams.
'It is so obvious that she killed her parents.'
Man-man can never understand her illogical nature to always pretend to be a human that she can never be.