Chains, Final Part

In the brief moment of death, I had a dream.

From which, unfortunately, I had to awaken.

Also, i dont know what dream is...

it makes me feel happy and comfly...

Upon doing so, my previously troubled mind, by thirst, hunger, and headache, was calmed by the void surrounding me.

A dark space flooded my sight, as far as I could see.

"Hello, how are you?" spoke a voice.

A being, humanoid in form, about two meters tall, apparently distinguishable, but apparently, I couldn't make it out.

It was a strange sensation.

I could see its face, its eyes, its nose, its lips, its cheekbones, its hair.

Everything was radiant and beautiful.

But for some reason, I couldn't distinguish well between it and the nothingness.

"Confused?" it said.

"A bit..." I spoke.

"You've finally arrived," it said to me.

"Finally?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for you... for a long time," said the entity.

"What exactly have you been waiting for?" he asked.

With an almost orgasmic tone, the entity replied.

"What face would someone like you make when dying? In what ways were you going to die? If you would ever take your own life? But in that, you disappointed me, really," said the entity.

"Why?" I asked.

"How can a man who has taken so many lives and snatched so many things, not be able to take something of his own?" he asked.

"I don't know... I was cowardly," I said.

"Even though you boasted of wanting death for yourself?"

"I always thought it was fair... That someone else would do it for me, even if it were God, a human... or a demon, whoever it was, as long as it wasn't me who did it..." I responded.

"Why?"

"Because I myself would... have mercy..."

My mind spoke for itself, I couldn't control what it said.

"Mercy?"

"I don't deserve it," he said.

"Tell me, Wilhem..."

"Hm?"

"Have you ever fought for something you loved?"

"No."

"Not even for your wife?" he asked.

"I wonder if I ever really did, or was it just desperation not to be alone with my thoughts," I said.

"I see."

"What do you see?" I asked.

"Your punishment."

"My punishment?"

At the moment I heard that, the entity put on a malevolent smile.

I screamed like a madman at seeing that smile.

Its teeth, its eyes, and its lips in ear-to-ear arcs intimidated me like the sight of a tiger intimidates a rabbit.

"Your punishment," said that creature.

With one blow, my mind was sucked into something unknown again.

I felt as if I were turning into liquid, and being poured into an empty and inert vessel, to fill it.

"I condemn you to love, Wilhem Von Schasz."

Suddenly, I woke up in a body, but staring straight ahead.

I couldn't move.

I felt the blood returning to my limbs, the heart starting to beat again, my mind gradually clearing, life returning to the body.

I looked up, and I was at the top of a mountain of corpses, piled up, so that it protruded from a huge common grave about 6 meters deep and enormous radius.

Below me, a girl with white hair, bloodied, with a diagonal cut that was slowly closing in an unsettling manner.

"Cough... cough," the girl said as the wound closed.

I put my fingers in her nostrils, starting to feel a breeze passing through them.

Damn it... damn it... I said to myself.

I looked beside me, a sword blade.

Without hesitation, without wanting to live, this time I had enough courage to do it.

I grabbed the sword, and buried it in my neck...

I felt the blood coming out and the smell of it flooding my nostrils.

Suddenly, that voice again burst into my mind.

Time seemed to stop.

"Haha... hahaha.... hahahahaha.... HAHAHAHA"

A diabolical voice entered the scene.

"What do you think I am, to give you such an easy way out, human?" it said.

"What the hell are you doing to me, can't I die?" he said.

"I'll tell you again, Wilhem, you are doomed to love, until you do, you will not fulfill your sentence," he said.

Time returned to normal, and slowly my blood returned to me.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Time and time again, I buried the sword, and time and time again, the spilled blood returned to me.

Damn it... damn it...

I really... want to die...

Although the blood returned to me, my mind and body couldn't bear the pain, little by little I felt my mind succumbing...}