My life is but a blessing

  🌟 February 13th, XXXX🌟

Two years have passed, and master Mei seems more splendid each day. Before the distance seemed like a million miles, however now it looks like a billion.

On this day, I saw Carlos flirting with another and master Mei was nowhere to be seen. This is not the first time I have seen him act in his deceptive ways, but it is not my place to tell master.

  🌟 February 22nd, XXXX🌟

Another year has passed, and the master has finally made it to the top one hundred after making a breakthrough. Being such a joyous occasion, she agrees to pay us to double our initial salaries.

Celebrations can be heard all around the manor. Some workers are allowed to drink in honour of her achievements. Despite this, one sits by his lonesome, and you guessed it, it is me.

  🌟 August 24th, XXXX🌟

I'm terrible at writing these, aren't I? It is now fifteen years, and I have become the official head servant in the manor.

I was promoted by the master, and smiles filled my face as I received the promotion.

I have now earned enough gold coins to return to the city and live like a king. I refuse, however, because of the knot within my heart.

Most servants have moved out and went on to start a family, and I am the only one out of the original twenty who remains.

I now stand before the mirror, and I see wrinkles forming. It seems like I have seen my life wasted away before my very eyes as I look.

Where has the optimistic youth of the past gone, and who is the middle-aged man I see reflecting?

Entry dated 🌟 October 9th, XXXX🌟

Two more years have passed, and master still looks as beautiful as the day I saw her. On this day, she has gathered us all for some important news. Out of all of us, I am the most anxious. Then I got the information I dreaded the most. She will marry Carlos.

My heart constantly hurts as I keep the smile of a humbled servant and offer my congratulations.

The wedding she said would be within a month, and as those words escaped her lips, I seemed to die bit by bit inside.

Is it possible to die but still seem to have breath in your body unwillingly carrying you on?

This was all I needed to know; my time had been wasted. It has finally been decided I will return to the city and enjoy the remaining decades of life. After the master was informed of my decision, she seemed surprised as I told her.

She has accepted my resignation. Yet has asked me to stay for a month. I have reluctantly agreed out of one last good gesture.

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The rains pelted down on the roof a week before the wedding date. 

That day I heard screams of terror around the sect. I looked outside a window to see devil-like beings descending and devouring all the disciples of the sect that could be found.

It is the most horrifying scene that one can possibly imagine. On the roads, limbs could be seen scattered everywhere.

There were flashes of light in the skies as human forms could barely be discerned as roars of rage followed.

I was scared and trembling, yet i remembered a person, and it seemed to all go away.

Where is master, I wondered?

Is she alright?

Has she made it out safely?

She is with Carlos, right?

At the very least, he will be able to protect her.

I stopped caring for my own safety and hoped she would be alright with all the will in my heart.

The massacre continued as the rains became red with blood and the anguish of the deceased cries. They spared no one; women and men were seen as the same and died most horrifyingly.

I witnessed the most grotesque scene as a man being stretched by a red and purple beast with horns protruding.

He screamed and begged for his life as tears trickled down his face.

The beast, however, seemed to laugh until the man was burst apart, and his entrails started to litter the blood-red floor as they fell.

'Isn't this hell on earth?'

I thought as I attested to the most wicked of acts. My worse nightmares were nothing more than thoughts of beautiful butterflies compared to this.

Is this what it means to be a cultivator? to take part and contend against such things?

If that is the case, isn't being a mortal a blessing?

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To be continued...