Sadegyptian

Have you ever wanted something so badly, only to find it impossible to achieve? That's the case for Ruthvien Ashild.
 
Ruthvien wants nothing more than to die, but it seems there are other plans... Embark on an unparalleled journey with a desperate hero, condemned to a world full of strange secrets and shocking surprises.
Don't expect any patterns, don't look for logic, as every page reveals a new episode of madness.
Will Ruthvien finally find peace, or is he doomed to live in this farce forever? Prepare yourselves for a story like no other, one that will make you laugh, keep you on the edge of your seat, and leave you wondering: is death really this hard?

Chronicles of Ruthvien Ashild

Suddenly, the world began to twist and fade away, the luxurious room disappeared with all its false beauty, and the sound of the mysterious entity sharing my consciousness dissipated. I felt a bitter cold replace the previous warmth, followed by a sharp sting in my head like a thunderbolt.

I opened my eyes with difficulty to find myself under a dim light that barely revealed the contours of the place. I felt excruciating pain in my body as if it were being torn to pieces.

I tried to move, to react in any way, but I couldn't.

Only my head seemed capable of movement, trembling weakly. I tried to scream, to let out a cry that would express the anguish that overwhelmed me, but no sound came out. Something was pressing against my mouth, a piece of cloth soaked in blood.

Directly above me, I saw a large mirror reflecting the horrific reality. My face was reflected in it.

It looked pale. What I saw next disturbed me. My body... It looked torn.

There was a lot of blood pooling under my head, and worse than that... there was nobody underneath me! Only my head was tied with some kind of strap, from which hung a long string of bones, broken in a gruesome manner!

At that moment, I caught a glimpse of a faint shadow in the mirror. I saw Kayyan, taking off his triangular helmet with a broad smile that held unparalleled evil, and next to him, the huge man, laughing loudly, a laugh that made me nauseous. They were holding something in their hands, pieces of flesh that could only be... pieces of me.

"We'll see if our guess is right or not."

The huge man added, his eyes gleaming with evil anticipation:

"Let's see what this power will bring us."

I stared at the mirror, at my severed head and my non-existent body, while they laughed and pulled those pieces away with them as they left.

They disappeared with the pieces of my body for several days, leaving only thick darkness and my severed head. I remained in that room, waiting. Waiting in silence. Is this what I wanted? Is this the freedom I've been seeking my whole life?

Days passed, maybe weeks. I completely lost track of time in this hell.

My head remained the same, motionless, my eyes staring into the mirror, reflecting my empty soul.

I couldn't think clearly. What had happened before? Had I spoken to anyone? I felt like I had forgotten something important, something big, but I couldn't remember what it was. I couldn't remember the exact details of the event, only a feeling of deep confusion and despair.

Then one day, I felt a light prickling sensation, followed by a warm heat slowly spreading from my neck.

I began to see something moving out of my head and into the darkness. Then, little by little, my body began to take shape again. Limbs appeared, muscles formed, and wounds healed before my eyes. It seemed like a slow process, but it happened.

I didn't feel the usual pain. It would be more accurate to say that if I felt 70% of the pain before, now I feel 50%. The pain didn't disappear completely, but it was noticeably less, as if I had become more tolerant, or perhaps less sensitive.

Pain