“And it was silent.

  Not only was it silent, it was also cold.

  Cold…

  The shivering veins inside my body. The warm soul that I carry. The endless, countless, limitless opportunities I should have had.

  Where… where have I gone wrong?

  I always ended up in the same spot, at the mercy of the one above.

  I will not plead forgiveness, I will not break until I'm shattered. From within, outside, or wherever you want!

  . . .

  I hear a voice calling me… ‘Stefan, Stefan!’. They keep on chanting this name. My name… I don't remember my name… only the nickname given by the wizard, a number and a letter. 3B. stefan3B. That is who I must be…

  . . .

  He said Stefan was an Arhanghel. Am I supposed to be someone's guardian angel? Am I supposed to be around them all the time? To support them? To carry me around?

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  Am I supposed to be… their weapon?

  Weapon… tool… machinery…

  Cold material with no sense of justice, no fear, no judgement, no pity, pride or worry.”

  . . .

  The dark red chains wrapped tightly around his arms, taking every single bit of power his body had while keeping him in place. The zone was isolated, barren, quiet. The more time passed, the harder it was to breathe.

  . . .

  “I see… They're still fighting out there… I failed them once more…

  Ares hates me, Cat doesn't like it when I'm around him, Darius looks at me weirdly and Radu… Radu… I still don't know what's up with that guy.

  . . .

  Scream, shout, yell louder. Get your throats hoarse if that's what it takes you to shut up. What do they want me to do in this state… This is what I've lived for until now. I… never thought I'd get this far… Especially not with them.

  . . .

  This hoodie, what does it want from me? This body, why does it want to keep my heart beating? I don't understand. I never will. Her voice… It still lingers within my consciousness. It still traumatizes me to this day. My own mother, my own devil. The one who named me, the one who broke me…She was always supposed to win this war. Why did I ever even think that I could… that… I could…

  …

  DG, Andrew, Daiana, everyone that I ever killed… All I did was follow orders. Please, hold no grudge against me. Tools… they don't ask questions, they don't have second thoughts, they only execute… Tools… Weapons… Items… Worthless chunks of material which don't deserve to have a capital letter in their name… Maybe that's what I am. Maybe that's why I was born. Maybe… No… Truly, rust has shown its fangs. That's why every weapon is put down. I am nothing but an old worn out weapon, outclassed by the shiny elementalists… It's time… for me to… r-...est…”