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Tommy finally fulfilled his dream on his fifteenth birthday.
He dressed in his favorite clothes and got praised by the high priest. The high priest said he looked great and presentable to the lord. His cheeks were blushing as the priest put a corolla on his blonde hair.
This was the biggest day of his life.
Every fifteen years, a newborn child was chosen by the high priest with the divine blessing from the gods. After being chosen, Tommy was immediately separated from his biological parents and raised in a “temple” all alone. It was more or less the same as a stone tomb, Tommy always thought.
He didn't miss his parents at all. Sometimes he could spot them when he was let out for rituals. They had new children soon after he was chosen and they looked gratified at their oldest child when Tommy’s skin was being cut open by the priests. Blood scattered around the altar and covered the runes written on it. He didn't wince at the pain all. He had grown used to it in the last decade.
This was his only job in the earthly world. This was a blessing from the gods. He should be happy, and he was. At least sometimes.
He thought he enjoyed his life in the temple, although it was dark even during the brightest day and always cold. Cold food was given to him before he woke up, and he usually had to plan it carefully so that he would not starve before he could sleep again. Occasionally the priest would come to visit him and bring him books to read, mostly boring stuff about the history of the church and its commitments to the gods. But he was grateful for the opportunity for even having these.
And during the most of time, there was just silence.
Sometimes he could hear the faint laughter from the outside. Children of the same age play in the sun with their parents while he was reading the books over and over again, almost remembering every single word written in them.
It was fine, he thought, it would all end when he turned fifteen. All the loneliness would end and his skin would no longer be cut open once every few months. And people would no longer look at him as a pathetic calf, waiting to be butchered.
And it was the only thing that kept him looking forward for the next day, for the next cold food plate, for the day he was finally fifteen.
That day was sunny. The moment he walked out of the temple, he was blinded by the sunlight. He rarely felt sunlight being shined on his skin and it was so warm and nice.
Although it would be the last time he would ever feel the sunlight in his life, he enjoyed every moment of it happily.
Every member of the community showed up, including his parents, who were singing along in the crowd along with his siblings he never had the chance to meet. They looked healthy and energetic, which made Tommy’s chest start to ache.
At least they would live until they grow old, which was something Tommy was jealous of.
Everyone looked happy.
He should be happy too.
There was the only way he had for helping his community, being killed at the age of fifteen.
But he had not anticipated how he would die. He thought it would happen on the same altar that was covered with his blood over and over again. Maybe some strong priest would chop his head off? That would be quick and painless. The worst imagination he had was they would cut a large wound on his body and let him bleed out for several days, that would suck.
But at least that would end his suffering once and for all.
He was quite excited thinking about all the ways he could die.
Would they remove his limbs or some of his bones before they killed him? That would hurt a lot but at least the pain would let him know he didn't grow his body for nothing. Or would they make some more gruesome scenes?
But the reality was quite underwhelming.
After walking past the crowd of cheering people, the priests ignored the altar Tommy was sure of where the ritual would start. Instead, they just entered a cave that Tommy never saw before.
It was locked by at least five different locks and the priests had to use some force to open the rusty iron gate. It seemed like it hadn't been opened for at least a decade.
Once the gate opened, Tommy almost gagged at the terrible smell from the cave. There was only darkness inside the cave, almost like the tomb he spent all his life in.
And the darkness disappeared after a priest lit up some ancient oil lamps. Tommy immediately missed the darkness as soon as seeing what had been decorating the ground.
It was just bones. Human bones, lying on the ground. Some were quite new and others were sitting here for at least centuries.
He felt something touching his feet and almost jumped. It was a skull, with empty eye holes looking up at him.
And before he could scream, a priest pushed him onto the floor without saying anything. Tommy’s corolla was rolling on the ground until it fell flat on the cold floor.
Before Tommy could even sit up, the sound of the iron gate being slammed shut echoed in the darkness.
And there was silence again.
How long had passed?
Tommy didn't know.
His throat was sore from the first few hours of crying and his eyes were burning badly to the point he wanted to gouge them out.
He banged on the iron gate for a few hours also, immediately after the initial panic of being trapped alone with dozens of skeletons. But after his knuckles started to bleed, he decided to stop.
Why was he even bothering trying to get out? This was where he suppose to be. The cave was the place he should die, after days of dehydration and starvation he would become one of the skeletons lying on the ground.
He shouldn't be scared and he definitely shouldn't cry as much as he did.
There was no reason for him to be upset. This was his destiny and he knew it since he was born. He was a sacrifice, and he fully endorsed it until this point.
He just hoped the death was quicker. Quicker than being starved to death. It was even worse than being bled out on the altar than he imagined before because there was not a single person who could be here in the cave with him as he die.
Well, besides the remains of his ancestors who shared the same terrible fate as him.
He picked up the skull that welcomed him when he entered and thoroughly investigated it. It was almost as white as his pale skin which had been sheltered from sunlight for fifteen years. It was losing a tooth and Tommy didn't know if it was because they didn't get the chance to get rid of all their baby teeth like himself.
He stared at the black eye holes and the skull stared at him back.
“We are both losers.” He chuckled tiredly.
What should he do now? He was done crying. After a while, he just feels pathetic. He didn't want to go near the gate again as he knew it was useless.
Even worse, he started to feel thirsty. Maybe because he was crying too much and losing water.
There was no water source in sight, of course. If the church wanted to make sure their sacrifice died, why would they leave any water?
Tommy recalled once the priests forgot to bring him water for a day, and the burning feeling in his throat and the salty feeling in his mouth that lingered for a while. Guess he would just have to accept the awful feeling until he passed away. He just hoped that would not take too long.
And it indeed took a long, long time.
After getting bored talking to the skeletons for hours, he started to pave around the cave until his body collapsed to the ground again. It was much larger than he initially thought and there were huge areas where the little light he had couldn't reach. Sometimes he could hear the sounds of bats coming from the deep darkness but he never got to see one.
He tried to find at least a drop of water, but the cave was dry as fuck. Maybe if the outside started to rain then he would get some water? He remembered whenever outside started to rain the tomb he lived in leaked severely.
But if that happened, did it worth him to drink? It would just slow down the inevitable fate and made the process even harder than now.
As he was struggling with thoughts, he noticed the lamps started to die.
It's fine. He thought. He was used to the darkness of his tomb.
And the darkness lasted for a really, really long time.
He became tired but he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried. The burning throat was just hurting too bad and his stomach also started to ache. He knew that must be caused by haven't eaten for several days.
It was a truly awful feeling. He just wanted everything to end now.
End his suffering?
He should think of it sooner. Is there anything here that could help him die faster?
He was finally feeling a little energetic for the first time in a while. He started to feel things around him in the darkness.
He didn't remember seeing anything sharp when there was still light around, but there were a lot of bones lying around. He grabbed a heavy stick-like object that felt like a bone from someone’s leg. It was good enough.
Where should he aim at? His head?
He used all the remaining force he had left to smash the bone on his forehead.
Ouch.
It was a little dazzling but he was not dead.
Not enough.
He smashed it again. It was a bit more dazzling but nothing more. He was still conscious.
“Fuck this.”
He tried for the third time, the fourth time until he could feel something start to drip down his hair.
He's bleeding. Hey, at least that's some positive progress.
And when he tried to smash his head for the fifth time, a strange voice from the darkness startled him.
“What the hell are you doing, kid?”
A pair of beaming red eyes appeared from the darkness. Tommy immediately screamed, louder than he thought he could.
The red eyes raised a torch. It was a tall guy wearing a hog skull as a mask. He looked normal besides his long, braided pink hair, just much stronger than usual humans.
Also he had pointy black horns on his head. Nothing abnormal.
What.
“What the fuck?!” Tommy shouted again, pointing at the guy’s head. “What are you?”
“That’s the question I wanted to ask you!” The guy shouted back. “I'm a demon, of course.”
A demon? What are those?
“What the fuck is a demon?” He grabbed the leg bone he had used to hit himself as a stick, trying to protect himself from the stranger.
“I thought you should know! Aren't you part of the cult living here?” The guy said impatiently as he moved closer to Tommy.
“Why the hell should I know? What is a cult? I live in my church, not a ‘cult’!” He shouted as he moved further back until his body crashed into a wall.
“Yes, that's what I thought.” The guy scoffed as he kneeled in front of Tommy. Tommy noticed he also had a black tail with an arrow-shaped tip. “What are you then?”
“I'm the sacrifice! I'm here to die and I'm not afraid of you!” Tommy grabbed the bone closer to his chest and tried to sound tough as possible.
“A sacrifice? Why are you guys still do this?” He looked confused. “Wasn’t it a thing from hundreds of years ago? That's so barbaric.”
“What do you want to know, you de-mon! I bet you are a monster priests talked about.” He stared back at those beaming red eyes. “I'm not afraid of you! I have the blessing from the gods.”
“In Satan’s name, what the fuck.” The guy chuckled. “Hate to break it to you kids, but the gods your priests talk about are demons. Which is me, unfortunately.”
Tommy clutched his teeth and was ready to strike at any moment. He was not letting some weird creature in the cave stop him from finishing his job.
With the light from the guys’ torch, Tommy could spot a dagger hanging on the creature’s waist. That was his chance of finishing this all up.
He discarded the bone immediately and reached for the dagger. As the creature was shocked by his sudden movement, Tommy grabbed the handle and pointed the sharp blade at his chest.
And he pressed it down without any hesitation.
“What the hell are you doing!” The creature moved faster than Tommy could blink. The next moment, the dagger was being slapped away from his hand, dropping to the ground with a clear ding sound.
“You are not killing yourself in front of me. That's not our mission, alright?” The creature sighed as he picked up the dagger. “We suppose to lure you guys into killing yourselves, not like this.”
“Why are you stopping me?!” Tommy almost cried as he watched his last hope being taken away in front of him. “I...I just don't want to sit here for another few days and strave to death! It's too long and painful and dark! I hate darkness!”
The creature still kneeled in front of Tommy as he curled up, knees in front of his chest and started crying. He tried to smudge away his tears but the creature grabbed his shivering wrist.
“You are not dying here. You are coming with me.” The creature stated with no space for negotiation as he lifted Tommy and carried the human on his shoulder.
“Let me down, bitch!” Tommy struggled as hard as he could like a fish just out of water. But he was too weak to do anything and the creature was clearly as strong as a bull.
“Stop moving or you are gonna hurt yourself.” The creature said, totally didn't affect by Tommy’s struggle. “I'm taking you home.”
“No you are not! I don't want to be kidnapped into your monster’s nest or something!” Tommy pounded at the creature’s back as hard as possible.
“I'm not a monster, I'm a demon!” The creature slapped Tommy’s waist. “You are lucky I'm not Wilbur, he would strangle you if you dare to say we are monsters.”
“Who the fuck is Wilbur? Why would I care?” Tommy shouted. He could see the floor under him was moving fast as the creature started to walk. The bone piles began to fade from his sight. “Let me go! I'm warning you!”
“Warning me of what? You are going to bite me if I don't let you go?” The creature laughed. “Wilbur is the one who is going to love you once you stop calling us monsters. He always wanted a baby human to play with.”
“I'm not a toy!”
“Okay. Pet.”
“I'm not!” Tommy almost started crying again.
“It's not up to you.” The creature walked at an inhuman speed. Tommy could no longer see the iron gate anymore and they were deep into the cave.
“Let me go...” Tommy weakly argued. He started to realize the creature was not letting him down.
“Finally tired?” The creature mockingly asked. “My name is Technoblade, by the way. Stop calling me a monster.”
“That's a stupid name...” Tommy murmured. “My name is Tommy.”
“Such a fitting name for a small gremlin like you.”
“I'm not a gremlin! I'm a divine sacrifice!” Tommy immediately regretted telling Technoblade his name because he wanted to be polite.
“Hate to break to you again, kid. You are not being sacrificed for gods. Satanic sacrifice at best.” Techno said casually.
“Yes, and Satan is our God!” Tommy yelled and gave a heavy pound at his back. “How dare you say her name like that!”
“Well, at least we have one thing in common.” Techno smiled. “I can tell you Satan will not be happy if you call her divine, that's for sure.”
“Shut up you piece of shit! Let me tell you what will make her not happy: me not dying in that stupid cave!” Tommy angrily stared at the floor under, like he could burn a hole in the ground.
“How so? She wouldn't even know you if you died here. And I can tell you she's not happy with humans just sacrificing humans for her. That is just a boring way to kill.”
Tommy scoffed. “You said as you knew her.”
“Yes indeed.”
“No you are not! You big lying monster.”
Techno slapped on Tommy’s waist again. It wasn't a heavy slap but hurt a little bit. “Stop calling us monsters! That's for your good.”
Tommy hummed submissively. He didn't want to be beaten up by the demon for sure.
“Good kid.” Techno gave him a light pat. “Now if you behave well enough, maybe Philza will let you meet her.”
“Who the fuck is Philza?” Tommy asked, he could feel the initial energy he had slowly fading away. Although the position was not comfortable, he felt like he could fall asleep.
“Oh. Me and Wilbur’s dad, I guess. We are not blood-related or anything, he just acted like a dad all the time.”
“You guys have a dad? I don't even know my dad...or my mum.” Tommy said quietly, totally not jealous of the demons.
“They are dead?” The demon asked.
“No, they gave me up once I was born. For being the next sacrifice.” Tommy sighed. “I mean, I saw them some time but we never properly meet or talk once.”
“That’s a cruel cult.” Techno frowned at his answer.
“They are not cruel! They had new children and they are very healthy.” The faces of his siblings resurfaced in his mind. “They don't need me anymore.” His voice quieted down, almost unrecognizable.
“You don't miss them?” The demon still can hear him, damn it.
“I know what I did will make them happier, so yes, I don't miss them.”
“You are killing yourself to make them happier? That's just wrong.” Techno said with concerns in his voice.
Tommy suddenly felt anger again. He almost forgot what he was supposed to do because this demon was just distracting him.
“Yes, and you are stopping me from making them happy! You dickhead!”
“Alright.”
“Let me go!”
Techno just ignored the shouting of the struggling kid on his shoulder.
“I hate you! I hate you! Fuck you!” Tommy decided to pound at the buffed back of the demon again with his pathetically weak force.
“You haven't eaten anything, haven't you? I recommend you eat something first then decide to fight a demon.” The demon scoffed under his hog skull mask as he tighten his grip on Tommy’s waist.
“Fuck you! Let me go! I have things to do!” Tommy yelled as loud as a starved kid could and the sound echoed weakly in the dark, empty cavern.
“What things? Hurry up to kill yourself?” Techno rolled his eyes.
“Yes! And it is important, you fuck face!” The pounding slowed down, seemed like Tommy’s puny body strength was steeply decreasing by the second.
And after continuing yelling for a few seconds, the kid just suddenly fell asleep on the demon’s shoulder.
Or he might just pass out from days of starvation and sleep deprivation.
The moment Tommy opened his eyes he realized he was on an extremely soft texture that he never felt before. It was a bed. A very soft bed.
And there was natural sunlight in his room. Everything was covered in a soft, yellow glow.
But before he could think about where the fuck that demon has bought him, a voice interrupted him.
“Hey.”
It was another demon. Tommy immediately recognized him as he also had black pointy horns and red eyes.
The demon was much skinnier compared to Techno. He had short brown hair, which was quite messy and curly like Tommy’s hair. A pair of round glasses with a golden frame was set on his nose bridge, the kind of expensive glasses one of the high priests owned.
“Who the hell are you?” Tommy flinched back and tried to stay as far away from the demon as possible.
“Wilbur. I think Techno has mentioned me before, he said.” The demon smiled at him like he just found a small wounded bird.
“Let me go...” Tommy weakly said. His throat was still burning. He knew the demons won't let him go deep down but he didn't want to give up this easily.
“You look like shit, want some water?” Wilbur grabbed a tall glass of water from the nightstand. Tommy snatched the glass and gulped it in one session and immediately started coughing.
A warm hand started to pat his back. The demon looked at him pitifully. “Poor kid. Haven't you drunk or eaten anything for a while?”
Tommy decided to ignore him. He didn't like the voice the demon talked to him. He much preferred Techno now.
“Techno didn't say you are the quiet type. But it didn't matter, you would talk either way.” The demon said kindly, but in a dangerous tone that made Tommy’s hair on his neck raising up.
“Just leave me along…” He murmured. “Or let me go.”
“Let you go for what? Let you kill yourself?” The demon narrowed his eyes. “No. We are not letting you to do that for sure.”
“Why do you guys kidnap me? What did I do?” Tommy said quietly. The later half was more of a question for himself.
Why were these things happening to him? Must be because the gods were angry. Must be because he didn't die in time.
“Because as Techno said, I am bored and what a small human to play with. Also, it has been a while since Phil had a new kid in the house.” The demon kept the kind smile but it just made Tommy shivered more.
“I'm not your toy.” Tommy protested weakly. He felt this demon was much more dangerous than the last one, although he didn't look very strong.
“It's not up to you.” The demon started to pinch his cheek. “You don't have anywhere else to go, isn't it? You were chosen by your cult to die alone in that cave and you would definitely die painfully if Techno didn't find you.”
He's right. But that was what Tommy wanted.
“I wanted to die! It was my duty to die or the gods will not bless us anymore...” He wanted to cry again. Not only because of being kidnapped by a bunch of monsters but also because he couldn't do what he was supposed to do.
“What the fuck did those sick bastards taught you? That's just disgusting.” The demon pinched his nose in disgust. “Humans are truly sick.”
“Please let me go, Wilbur...” He could feel the tears dripping from his face. “I have to do what I suppose to do.”
“Alright, kid. Alright.” The demon held Tommy in his arm. It was surprisingly warm, much warmer than a human body. “You don't need to cry anymore. No one can hurt you here.”
“No, because you guys are stopping me from hurting myself...” Tommy felt wronged as he made a mess of Wilbur’s sweater.
“You sound ridiculous, you know that?” Wilbur chuckled. “Most humans were just begging to stay alive. That's why our job is fun. We just chop their heads off when they start begging.”
“I want my head to be chopped off!” Tommy whined. “It's not fair! I want to be dead and everyone wants me to be dead!”
A hand started to ruffle his hair. “No, I like your head to stay here. Not everyone.”
The demon’s voice became less dangerous but Tommy became more frustrated. It's better if the demons were pissed at him, then they would just kill him.
“Could you just kill me? You said it's your job?” Tommy asked hopefully.
“Hell no. You are not worth killing.” Wilbur smiled. “We kill humans who think they are better off living. There was no point in killing a human who doesn't want to live anymore.”
Tommy sighed in disappointment. Then he thought of an idea.
“Wait. Actually, I really really want to live!” Tommy raised his head to meet the demon’s red eyes. “I want to grow old, and...and have kids and stuff!”
“Oh, really?” The demon chuckled. “What do you want to do if you can live longer?”
That was a tough question. Tommy never thought about it ever because there was no point. But he had to come up with an answer or the demon would be suspicious of his will to live.
“I...I could try to catch butterflies.” He thought really hard. “I saw a butterfly once during a ritual. When they cut up my arms and waited for me to bleed out enough blood, a butterfly came up to me and laid on my wrist! It was awesome.”
He didn't notice Wilbur’s darkened expression and continued, “I saw it in the book people can catch them and make them into specimens. Then I could keep it forever.”
“They did what?”
“They make butterflies into specimens...I know it sounds bad, but the butterfly was not suffering when it dies!” Tommy explained nervously. He wasn't trying to make the demon angry, but apparently, he already was.
“No. Before that. What did they do to you?” Wilbur rolled up Tommy’s sleeves and took a sharp breath at what he saw.
His thin arm was just covered in scars. Thin and thick. Some were caused by sharp blades recently whereas others were old and faded. Some were sewn together badly like they were done in a hurry.
“Who did these to you?” Wilbur gently stroked the scars, but his voice was tense. “Tell me.”
Tommy was shivering. He didn't like other people to see these ugly marks, although they were caused by divine reasons. They were just too horrid to see, even he hated them himself.
Not counting a demon was checking them.
“The priests. They were doing it for a good cause! And only once a week.” Tommy couldn't look into the demon’s eyes, as they were almost glowing with anger. “It just looks bad. A priest told me I had a skin type that could easily leave marks...it wasn't their fault it looks ugly. It's my fault...”
“No, it's not your fault.” The demon interrupted him. “Humans are truly disgusting. After all these years they still didn't fail to amaze me.”
“But this will make the gods happy. This will make Satan happy!” Tommy weakly argued.
“How is hurting a child making her happy? Kri...Satan isn't that kind of person.” Wilbur signed as he rolled down Tommy’s sleeves. Finally not letting his scars be exposed to the air, Tommy took a deep breath.
“Do you know her? Techno said you guys know her. Can I ask is Satan truly terrifying as the priests said?” Tommy recalled the stories he read before. The overlord has the sharpest fangs and can cause a mountain to collapse just by opening her mouth.
“Yes, she is.” Wilbur ruffled his hair once more. “She is very powerful and merciless.”
“That's so sick!” Tommy shouted with sparkles in his eyes. “Could you tell her how good am I? Besides the ‘failing to die part’. I don't want her to know I failed.”
“Yes, sure...how good were you?” Wilbur asked with concern that Tommy didn't quite understand. “Did they do anything else to you?”
“Yes! My blood has been sacrificed to the altar for the past fifteen years. That's great, right?”
Wilbur just frowned upon his reply. He seemed unimpressed. Tommy had to offer more to someone who was close to the almighty lord.
“And…I had the divine mark tattooed on me since I was born. Do you want to see it?” Tommy left up his shirt in a hurry, turning his back to show the demon the black mark on his back. “Sorry it was a little blurry now, because...”
“Who the fuck did this to you!?”
The demon was furious this time.
Tommy almost flinched away in fear. He didn't like being shouted at, and that remainder him of angry priests when he did something wrong.
“I'm sorry...” He could feel tears almost dripping from his eyes once again.
The demon was silent. He just hugged Tommy in his arms again.
“I wasn't mean to scare you...” Wilbur softly said. “Tommy, did they whip you?”
“Yeah...but that was because I was misbehaved. I made the church mad.” Tommy’s shivering voice was muffled by the demon’s soft sweater. “Could you not tell the lord I misbehaved? Most of the scars came from a few years ago when I was a child...”
“But you are still a child! They whipped you when you are even younger?”
Tommy sheepily nodded. “I cried when they cut me open before. They said I would make gods angry if I cry during the rituals.”
“Well, they definitely make me angry.” Wilbur bitterly said. “I promise they won't last any longer.”
Tommy didn't quite understand what the demon meant, but he decided to nod along. He just hoped Wilbur would not be mad anymore.
“Tommy.”
“Yes?”
“I just want to make one thing very clear to you now.” The demon took a breath. “You belong to our now. You are not going back to that cult.”
“But...” Tommy tried to argue but was interrupted immediately.
“There is no ‘but’. This is final.” There was no negotiation allowed in the demon’s voice.
But that didn't mean Tommy wanted to give up. He still had his mission to complete.
“Anyway,” Wilbur grinned, “I want to get you something. Phil will be happy to buy you some new clothes and Techno are just eager to give you some toys. I told him not to buy dog toys so hopefully he will listen.”
“Then what do you want to get me?” Tommy raised his head. He was not expecting gifts from the monster, definitely not. Maybe just a little bit.
“I don't know yet. I don't know what humans like. But I know humans give their favourite pet collars as gifts.”
“I'm not a pet!” Tommy argued for the thousandth time to the demons.
“But what are you then?” Wilbur looked truly confused.
“I'm...fine. I'm over it.” Tommy didn't have the answer either. For the monsters, he was clearly the inferior species. And it was not like the church and the community treated him like other humans in the past. So pet it is.
“Alright then. I can give you a pretty collar with your name on it! That would be amazing.” The demon happily said. At least he was not angry anymore, so it was a big win for Tommy.
And after the demon kissed Tommy’s forehead, which shocked him a little bit, and told him he need more sleep and left, the room was empty again.
He still had to face his failure. He didn't die. It was unacceptable.
And if the demon knew the lord, she would be furious when she knew her sacrifice was dared to stay alive after he was fifteen.
And then what would happen? He would be punished to death, of course, but it didn't bother him much.
But the church. The community. With his parents and his siblings who he never got the chance to meet. What would happen to them?
He could be trapped with the monsters and pray to the lord for forgiveness as hard as he could, but he knew it wouldn't do anything. She was merciless, and if her demands were not fulfilled only terrible things could happen.
No matter what.
Unless?
His eyes shifted to the glass that once contained water on the nightstand.
Unless he could do this when the demons were not around him.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the glass and smashed it on the ground.
This was his best chance to end this all. Then he wouldn't have to deal with the guilty feeling in his guts and the scary monsters that kidnapped him.
He picked up one of the largest glass shards he could find.
Where should he aim this time? He knew his forehead was pretty strong now. And the glass shards seemed not sharp enough to go through his chest.
He recalled the little autonomy knowledge he had from reading those boring books. There must be some weak parts in the human body, where were they?
Ah.
Yes.
His neck! How could he be so stupid?
And now he was ready. Grabbing the glass shard with both of his hands, he aimed directly at his neck.
Alright Tommy, you could do this.
Three. He grabbed the shard as tightly as possible, ignoring the burning feeling of his palms.
Two. He took a deep breath.
One.
The moment he pressed the sharp edge into his skin, the overwhelming pain almost made him stop.
The feeling of his muscles being broken by his force. The blood sped out of the wounded skin. The air in the room almost immediately smelled like metal.
But he didn't stop.
It was for the lord. It was for the church. It was for his family he never got to meet.
It was for everything to end.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Tommy could feel tears dripping down his chin again. But he didn't stop.
It was almost over. He couldn't stop. The gods won't allow him to stop.
His vision became blurry. Everything was blurry. He could hear his heartbeat slowing down as the blood dripping. He thought he fell on the floor, but he wasn't sure.
Everything was becoming cold by the second. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, then his hands, then his arms.
He finally loosed his grip on the glass shard.
The world was so bright right now. Everything was bright and soft.
And he could almost hear his family’s voice, calling him.
“Tommy!”
“My lord...Call Wilbur over, now!”
“Tommy, stay with me! Can you hear...”
It would be over soon.