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- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
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- Intermediate
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- Adaptable
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- Genres
- Quite open to most general genres, like fantasy (usually more urban fantasy), science fiction, slice of life, etc.
"Gh!" Kotomine grunted in surprise, instinctively tensing up a bit as he was hugged, but hesitated to attack when it appeared as though his so-called father didn't intend on attacking... yet anyway.@Verite:
Kotomine's father smiled as he slid down his leg and embraced his son, his arms held tightly around his shoulders as he spoke.
"I always wanted what was best for you, son, but you always held onto the pure beliefs of logic, and never were able to understand emotion well. I blame myself for this, because I know I could have done better for you. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard and shown you more love. I should have allowed you to do more when you were a child. I see all of this now in death, but I wish that I had had the heart to figure this out while I still lived. It may be too late for me, here in this living Hell, but it's not too late for you.
"Tch... Worry not, Father. I've been doing just fine without you," Kotomine said, trying to worm his way out of his father's grasp, suspicious this was still a trap, "While I do follow logic closely, I do have one emotion within my heart..."
Yes, that was correct. Only one desire. Only one emotion.
"I never felt anything when my wife died. I never felt anything when my daughter was taken from me. I never felt anything when you died. That's because I have only one feeling within my heart..." He said as a dark smirk began to crawl onto his face, "The desire to cause suffering! This is what your son has become! A being who revels in nothing but pain and agony!" He grinned madly.
The truth came out, and even though he was still convinced this was merely an illusion, it felt satisfying to let out the truth. Love never had any effect on him. Deep down inside, not even God could redeem him.
"If this is Hell... How has my wife been, eh? Does she still believe I cried to her death because that wench thought I'd miss her?! Bring her here now then! Let me destroy her illusion as well!"
It was like the priest was going insane. He was normally far more calm and collected than this. Maybe it was the sheer madness of the situation. The heat of it. Maybe he wanted to make up for the time he didn't know what he wanted...
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