Here's another wonderful tale from the story of Deltagon, my Elsword character! Enjoy!
Three Hours Later
The gates have opened, and it seems I can at least take a look at myself and what my supposed items were. I seem to have snow white hair, which seemed to remind me of a faint memory, which disappeared as quickly as it came. It was nothing more than a flash in my mind that I couldn’t see. My eyes are pink. I must be albino. It would also explain my usually pale skin. My clothing…it was white like my hair, with lavender accents and small gold details. Some parts were black, as well. I really am no good at describing clothing type, I suppose…
Right after noticing myself in the reflection of a puddle, I noticed these…mechanical things, floating around me in a certain manner. I could control them…could move them, even attack with them through electrical currents…they almost spoke to me, and I seemed to know how...it had to be related to the electrical pulses in my brain. I figured that. And they told me one word..."Deltagon"...I guess that's my name...
I didn’t have much time to explore before a man in red dragged me into the bushes and told me to be quiet. A bandit of some sort, wearing a mask, quickly peeked in the bush and got a reaction of shock from the man in red. But I reacted differently.
When he reached for me, saying something about enslavement, I struck out of instinct. I fired an electrical current, powered by those floating technologies that followed me. Before long, the man had fallen and was twitching, and I landed the killing blow. It was all out of the combination of pure, raw instinct, and the feeling of greatness I felt from this electrical current flowing through me. It was satisfying to see the bandit on the ground, lying still as his heart stopped. I knew it was wrong, but I also knew he was trouble. I was conflicted, and the feeling of a kill seemed to satisfy me in ways that already scare me.
As of recently, I’ve been doing odd jobs that all relate to slaying things. Monsters for resources, more bandits, and eventually a bandit king of sorts. I must be used to it…the bandits are getting easier to kill, I don’t feel as much shame.
Bye again, hope you enjoyed it! Cya!