Chapter 15

I picked the sword that "god" gave me. It looked like a normal double edged sword but the guard had a metal skeleton. The sword may not look like much, but anyone could guess the sword was dangerous. Why? Because the skeleton started bleeding blood from its eyes and the blood magically moved to the edges of the sword to make it sharper. My life just got a lot more complicated. I called Raphael.

In 2 minutes Raphael opened the door. I walked outside and saw it was night.

I really need to relax,

I looked at him confused.

He looked happy.

I looked at him confused.

I started walking to the bar, it would take me about 15 minutes while walking. I wanted to enjoy the night. As I was walking I was thinking about my life here and do you know what I figured out? That I was slowly becoming something that I hate, a sadistic little shit. My temper has been messed up since I got here, I killed without remorse, I could have saved so much more lives than I did this past year. But I didn't, because I thought I was the strongest, that nothing could touch me. That it would be a bothersome, why am I changing so much and so fast. From a 17 year old naive teenager to a cold blooded killer. It's like when I am close to someone I like that personality becomes sealed, but when I am alone it just comes out like a volcano, furious and unforgiving. While I thinking while walking I relished I had already reached my destination. A small coffee/bar, this shop was located behind a building in an alleyway, so no one usually gets inside the shop. As I walked in I head the voice of an elderly voice.

I looked at the old man, he looked like he was at his 60s but he disinterested look "fragile" he had the body of a 30 year old man who looked after himself, he wasn't ether fat or malnourished.

I asked while looking around the small interior of the shop. The shop looked like a comfortable and Cozy place you can sit and drink in silence while resting. The perfect place for someone who is used to violence and laud people.

I looked at him confused.

He looked happy

He looked a little angry at me for even the suggestion of that.

I wanted to come here again in the future so I didn't tell him my real name.

He smiled at me,

I stood up from the chair in front of him and sat at a couch in the corner.

While I was waiting for my coffee I heard my phono ring. I looked at the caller and it was Raphael.

I closed the phone and sighed, this next 3-2 years are going to be hell.