Killing my mother was rather easy to do. I have seen many murders around the place where I live and learnt a few things.
One night, when my mother was in her room, I went inside with a knife in my hand.
She was sleeping and I sat on top of her. She felt some weight on her body so she opened her eyes.
But she saw nothing as she was blind but she certainly felt something was wrong.
I had the knife on my hand and well, her reaction was the same as someone whose life was threatened.
She shivered as if she could actually see my face. Why was she scared though? I was freeing her from her suffering. My father won’t love her again. That time would never come again. Her love life was over a while back.
I couldn’t bear to watch her getting wrecked by my father, I loved her too much. Any parental love I received was from her alone. So it’s only natural I would want to help her.
And since she wasn’t letting go of my father, killing her was the only solution for hers and mine well being.
Hence, before she could do something, I stabbed her throat with the knife, I stabbed, stabbed, stabbed until I was sure she was dead. Until I was drenched in her blood. Until I was sure I freed her from her suffering.
After completely messing up her head and neck, I got down from her and like that, at the age of six, I killed my own mother.
Now people might think why was I so sure that my father won’t love my mother again?
Well, that’s because I heard some maids in my house talking among themselves that the six girls whom my mother gave birth to before me, the six girls who died the moment they were born, were actually as healthy as they could be.
They were alive like any normal babies and it was my father who choked them to death. He killed his own daughters one by one.
I was saved because my mother never let go of me after my birth. My father was decent enough to not snatch me from my mother and kill me. And hence, I survived.
Now people might also think, if I know all this then why didn’t I kill my father instead of my mother? Well, it’s not that I don’t want to kill my father, it’s that I can’t.
No matter how messed up he was in the head, he was strong. He was the Count of this City, after all.
But just because he was strong it doesn’t mean he won’t be punished. I will kill him for sure. And I will do that after I get my Ego. Till then, I’ll wait just like my mother.
So after killing her I was ready to leave her room, I was sure nothing would happen to me. No investigation would occur. My father won’t bat an eye at it. Though, he would be sad that his anger releasing tool, that was my mother, was dead now.
I opened the door of the room and was just about to leave when I heard some movement behind me.
I thought my mother was still alive so I raised the knife again but it turned out that it was someone else.
Call it a game of fate or just bad timing, but I am sure an Angel was standing before me.
White wings, a golden halo behind his head, and a face that could make even a stone blush.
He was an Angel. I was sure of it.
He first looked at the dead body of my mother, then he looked at the bloodied knife in my hand, then he looked at my face and I swear, I saw him flinch when he saw my eyes.
But why was he here anyway? The storm that had to pass had already passed. My mother is already dead.
"You are late." I said to him.
"Goddess Alfida heard your mother’s heartfelt prayers. And she sent me as your guardian Angel. I am here to protect you."
The Angel’s voice was melodious and he ignored the fact that he was late or it could be that he didn’t care whether he was late or not.
I asked his name and he told me it was Andrezj. That was a good name. You don’t hear it usually.
After that, I asked him what he could do for me and he told me he would do anything I asked of him.
It was strange. I never knew Guardian Angels were so obedient. But I wasn’t complaining.
I asked him how strong he was, he told me he was the strongest Angel.
That was all I needed. I instantly told him what I wanted. There was only one thing I wanted at that moment.
The death of my father.
But I don’t want him to die a simple death, I want my father to die daily. His life should be hell as well. That would be fair, right?
So I told Andrezj to make my father a mere puppet of mine. Keep his soul intact, make him feel that he was being used as a puppet by a girl, and make him unable to do anything to stop it.
Getting used by a thing he hated the most, that would be the death of him without actually dying.
And Andrezj did just that. He went to my father’s room, did his magic and whoosh, my father was now my puppet.
He spoke my words, he walked my steps, he rested in my palm, he cried daily and I loved that.
He was the Count for everyone else but at the age of six, I became the real Count of Numb city.
Years passed like this, I learned many things about the world, I increased the taxes for every resident living in the city. I knew everyone was corrupt so why should only they get rich. I want money as well.
As time went on, I became the richest person in the entire Numb city and my father acted as the puppet Count full well.
Andrezj was there to help me with everything. He became my slave. It’s like he fell in love with me.
All these things made me feel I was a Queen. An Empress. I liked the attention I got from everyone.
And in return for their attention, I gave everyone money. I know how it feels when something isn’t reciprocated. They gave me praises, I gave them money. Fair deal.
Anyway, as soon as I turned eighteen, I straight away went to Ego Reserve to awaken my Ego.
I knew I would get a rank worthy of a Queen. I would at least get Purple if not Black.
And the same happened. I received Purple and everyone around me praised me a lot. It was bliss. Everything was going exactly as I wanted. I didn’t even see what others got, they wouldn’t have gotten something better than me anyway.
I looked at Andrezj to see his happiness but he was, for some reason, tense.
His eyes were not on me, it was on someone else.
I followed his gaze and saw a boy, and my eyes darted on something that stole the ground beneath my feet.
His Enchanted Mirror was Pitch Black.
It was the rarest and strongest rank of an Ego. I almost thought it was impossible to get a black color because I didn’t get it. But that boy, at the end of the line, has it. How?
What kind of will and mindset does he have to get such a rank? What kind of life did he live to get that? He was not a boy anymore for me, he was a Man.
I asked Andrezj about it and Andrezj told me that man also has an Angel with him. And it is a Female Angel at that.
I then asked Andrezj to use his powers and tell me about the man.
Andrezj did that and told me his name was Pablo Castillo and he wants to join the military. And apart from that, Andrezj told me that man has two Egoes. One being the weakest level—White.
It was not foreign knowledge that the military was a cruel place and that man wanted to join it. What guts he has.
And the fact he has two Egoes and one of them was of the highest rank, this only tells me one thing :
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He is a King.
And since he is a King, it’s only natural a Queen would have him. The Queen being me.
I want him for myself.
But I won’t say that to him. I will just stay close to him and make him fall in love with me.
It would be HE who would ask me for my love. Not me.
He turned his face towards me and I instantly averted my eyes from him.
Why did I do that? I never did that with anyone. This man is making me weird.
I told Andrezj to keep an eye on him and the Angel he has with him. I don’t like her hovering around my King.
After a few seconds, my turn to exit the plot number 9 came and I walked.
But I made sure to give him my best smile and I did a cute little wave that could flatter any boy.
He showed no reaction to my gestures which hurt me a little but I would manage. He would eventually come to me. His Queen.
I waited for him to come outside and when he came out, I made the first move. I knew what he wanted and I knew he wouldn’t get it with him having the weakest Ego level.
It is only me who knows that he has the highest level Ego, not everyone else. For everyone, he has the weakest level and that would stop him from joining the military. And that is the crack where I would fit in. I would use just that and make him obligated to me. Hence, I walked towards him and…
"Hey you," I spoke and after hearing my voice, he turned around and I said the main thing right away..
"I can help you join the military."