Pain! Pain was what I felt in that moment of sadness. I felt pain, and it wasn't a little. My left arm ached, my legs ached, and my testicles ached. I had small cuts all over my body, and my left arm was burned, raw flesh. Fortunately, it wasn't anything serious like a broken arm, but there was a big problem—I was being crushed by a plate, and it wasn't a small one.
If I were in my best physical condition, maybe I could get this off me, but as I said, I'm tired, fatigued. Even if I didn't have this large piece of metal on top of me, I would still be weak. I feel pathetic and worried. Are the others alright? I hope so, and if they're not... I... What can I do? It's not like I have the power to stop time or anything like that. I am far stronger than the rest of us, I possess divine and arcane judgment, I have equivalent exchange, I have the lineage of the Z, and yet I remain weaker than a Gâmode. My only option is to call for help. And thankfully, it worked. Ziring appeared and began lifting the heavy iron plate. As he lifted it, I trembled with pain and horror: he was missing an arm, and my body ached far more than I had anticipated.
"Are you alright, Ziring?" I ask, my voice faltering.
"Oh, this?" he asks, looking at the missing arm. "Don't worry, you know that besides being a Cyclops, I am a Natur-Zery. I don't feel pain, and my arm won't take long to grow back. You should be more concerned about Zequila and Zerane, who are still missing."
Missing? Oh no, no... Anything but that, and death, of course. This scares me, I want to believe that my sweet, weak sister can rise from the wreckage of the planet-ship. And what about my sword maniac brother?
"Damn it!" I say angrily. "Come on, let's go find those losers." And we start walking around the damned planet-ship. And luckily we find our sister crying and holding Zequila
The damn thing didn't have both legs, and having to listen to my sister crying wasn't an easy task, not at all. While she cried and tried to use the power of the great and eternal goddess Celestia, Zequila tried to calm her down, saying that everything will be alright. I knew that wasn't true, my sister was too tired to use her healing power one hundred percent, besides, there isn't much Celestia energy on this dwarf planet, and seeing that the sky is red, there's a good chance that this unknown planet has a blood-red atmosphere, like a living planet!
"Zi-zirinos! P-please, help me! I beg you!"
Oh, my sister, if you only knew what I'm capable of doing for you!
"Ziring, go find some clothes or fabric so we can try to staunch the… 'wound.'" And he goes to look for clothes.
"What will that do, Zirinos? I'm going to die! Take the mana and the cyclo'" cyclo was Zequila's affectionate way of calling Ziring "out of here, please, I beg you as the family swordsman!" I laugh. Zequila was the man of arms, he loved his weapons more than his own family. And I start to cry too, a bittersweet cry. I love this guy. He can´t die like this.
"And leave you here alone to die?" he trembles slightly. I don't know if it's because it was cold, or because he, like all living beings, was afraid of death, he was afraid of the end of the line. "Don't even think about it, you son of a whore." I laugh again to see if I can hold back the rest of the tears. I like to think I'm the smartest person in the family, and I think that because I actually am. And as such, I could see that Zequila didn't have many hours left to live.
"You know, Zirinos..." he says in a nostalgic tone, as if recalling happy memories of times when his life was still good, like a knight falling crippled and practically dead from a tree after defeating the great evil.
I'm sorry, my dear brother, but I thought it was the great evil you would never face, but fate had other plans, your greatest evil was your own life. Go to the horrible hell and wait for me, my dear brother.
And in that way, Zequila begins to lose his breath and Zerane, my sister, cries her eyes out. A short time later Ziring appears and joins this war that is our life to cry and feel life raw in its most effective and real form. Zequila tried to articulate words, but nothing came out of his cold, blue mouth; he has minutes, seconds, or perhaps he is already dead. He fights to the end to get what he wants, and with his last breath he screams: "Kill me, Zirinos! This shit hurts, and it's not…" To my left, my sister screams for me not to do it, and Ziring begs me to at least try to save him, and deep down, at the end of it all, my heart also screams for me not to. Killing my brother is not the answer.Even if it means killing any woman. I love him! And he asks me to kill him again, what can I do but fulfill his last wish? This time with tears of deep sadness, he asks me a third time. And I... I am benevolent above all else. I do... I kill him. I cut his throat with a piece of metal I find among the wreckage. My sister and brother scream at me, full of rage, and ask me why! And you would also like to know, I would like to know why!! Why is this happening? I understand that I have done a lot of harm to women and even to some men, but... What do my siblings have to do with this? What the hell! Something or someone, answer me!! I... What do I do now? It hurts so much, seeing the throat of the man I call brother open like this. My brother, I know you were a bit rough around the edges in life and a bit foolish when you tried to ask for Ariana's hand in marriage, but I hope that in your new life in the afterlife or in heaven it will be filled with happiness and thirty thousand Arianas. What do you say, my brother? I will avenge my father and I will avenge you, you deserve that and everything else I can offer. Goodbye, sword maniac...