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"He let his hatred and loathing for the world that wronged him turn him into a shell of his former self. There was nothing inside of him. No soul. No heart. He tried to force his insecurities on others and that was what destroyed him," memories flooded into his mind, "In the end, he was a very pathetic person."
"Is this supposed to be a lesson?" Kiba asked, and the undercurrent of anger in his tone threatened to leak out, "You have no idea what I went through."
"Which is why it is only advice, and not a lesson," he replied.
The devil looked at him as though he had said something utterly alien, snorted, then laughed. It was an unpleasant sound. The Knight collapsed against the nearby wall and slid down, landing in a seated position near the bottom of the steps.
"We were all orphans," at first the words were almost whispered, and he had to lean in to hear them, "We had no homes to call our own so when the Church offered us a warm place to eat and sleep we thought it was too good to be true. At the time, we did not know just how barbed that offer was."
He watched as the anger that had been allowed to broil at the surface was finally set free.
"It was a gradual thing, at first. They had no reason to hurry, after all," Kiba’s normally welcoming face was lined with disgust, "They took us one by one and told us that we were being adopted. Of course we were happy for them and those that had been chosen promised they would send us letters once they were settled in their new happy homes," the sarcasm was so keen that it might as well have been a blade. The sword-user turned to look at him, "We did not receive any letters for a very long time."
He did not express his sympathy for he knew that words alone were not enough.
"That was what led us to realize something was wrong. After we asked for the umpteenth time for any signs of our friends, the Church finally gave in. They gave us the letters. Letters that they forged. Letters that were too complicated to be written by any of us," Kiba smiled. It was not the good kind of smile, "In retrospect, it was an easily preventable mistake for them to commit. Most of us were children, but we were not stupid. They underestimated us, but that isn’t a surprise. They never did consider us to be people, or even human. We were just guinea pigs for them to test and experiment on."
The smile turned into a grimace.
"They must have found out we knew something was wrong, or perhaps whoever was in charge of the project deemed it had run its course. We were in bed when they first released the gas, and half of us didn’t even get a chance to run," the boy clenched his fingers into a fist. It was the only outward sign of emotion that betrayed the calmness in his voice, "Those were the painless deaths. The easy deaths. They were lucky in that regard. It must have been almost soothing to fall asleep and never wake."
Kiba nudged his head towards the atrium’s corridors and his gaze followed the motion.
"It was in a hallway just like this. Maybe thinner. You can’t tell because the gas was too thick to see. It chokes you as it goes down your throat, makes your eyes water and your nose sting and it burns all the way down your lungs. It poisons you, but you don’t realize it because you’re too disoriented to know what was going on. You just become aware of more people dropping around you, more of them falling down and never getting back up again, and you can’t see where they fell because the gas was too damn thick."
The devil closed his eyes and a pained smile once more crossed his face.
"That’s not the worst part, though. The worst part is knowing that all those people, all of my friends died for nothing. I learned later that the entire project was so that the Church could create wielders of the Excaliburs," Kiba nodded to him, "Artificial ones. Well it failed. Didn’t produce a single thing. It would be easier if they did. If they even managed to create a single artificial wielder, it would be easier for me to accept their deaths. At least then, it would have meant something. Their sacrifices would have had a purpose, even if it was as small as creating holy sword users for an institution full of them. But instead, they failed, and now I’m haunted with the knowledge that the people I know and loved died for absolutely nothing."
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