"HAAAH!" A startled scream then a young man jolted up, his body was drenched in sweat. Clinging uncomfortably to his skin, as he struggled to gain bearing. His mind was an absolute mess, memories and emotions he couldn't quite understand. At some point he felt happy, at others he felt pain, it kept on that way until a point, when… he felt nothing. But then, another set of memories compounded, smothering him in the overwhelming need for vengeance, he remembered his life as Lumiea, a noble, the son of a duke who due to his father's mistakes lost everything as their family was termed, Traitors of the kingdom. It was due to this that his entire household, even distant relatives, friends and everyone he ever knew was killed. He only escaped with his life because his father had entrusted him with his best friend and advisor, but instead of securing his escape the man brought him straight to the king and it was then he realized it was all one big scheme to destroy them. He became a slave. He had no idea why the king didn't kill him and instead made him that, but being a young boy and experiencing all that, the emotion of hate grew to a level that all he grew to ever want was…
Revenge. Revenge alone was his drive.
He sought revenge at all cost, but alas he was just a slave bound to the library never to leave the walls of the palace or go beyond the library itself where he slept. Even still, he planned his future, creating schemes everyone leading to a dead end only few actually resulting in a successful revenge, but in those few, the chances of his death was ever so great, not that he cared.
But it seemed life wasn't done with the cruel joke it called his life, and at the end of the day. He died. He still died without being able to accomplish even a sliver of his plans.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" A roar born of pain and despair broke through his lips and all that was left, was tears. He cried. Damn, he cried. Warm beads of crystalline liquid trailing down his cheeks all the way to his chin where the two trails connected before creating a bigger drop which fell on the sheets beneath him.
"I died…" He muttered as the surge of memories ceased. He looked down at his hands, chubby hands, but he could barely see them as his vision blurred with every tear that formed.
"Hehehe," bitter was his laugh as he remembered how his mind was a mess that final moment of his life, how he cried and begged his enemy to spare his life, how his senses seemed so heightened yet his body wouldn't obey him and dizziness wouldn't leave. How he was thrown into a deep hole where he twisted his leg, how sharp sand was thrown on him, how he felt the weight pressing him down, how he struggled, STRUGGLED TO SURVIVE! How… how he could no longer breathe. How his lungs burned in pain as oxygen was deprived from him. That laughter, that laughter he heard before it all faded away.
"Sighs…. But… how then am I alive?" he muttered, "and… what are… these memories?" he held his head, the pain he felt was like a migraine amplified 1000x times, to a point where one would feel like they were carrying a planet in their skull, "Ugh…. Ahh!" The pain again, it came every time he tried to recall these other memories of him, and for some reason, the more he tried… the more… numb… emotionless, he felt.
"No…." He stopped trying to remember everything unable to bear the pain anymore, however knew a lot already.
"That fucker…" he muttered, recalling the keeper, "So… this is the playground of gods? But… what does he mean 'see to my return'?" he muttered, his hand on his forehead, like he was trying to hold that planet that was his brain from falling, "Ugh… I want to slam my head on something so bad…." He groaned, and his eyes opened, "There… there was this girl… Quin… Quinc… Ugh… it hurts…" it felt like… like… something was making it difficult for him to fully remember… for if he did, he would lose 'something'.
In that moment though he couldn't realize it, his personality was fusing, the one he had built through numerous lifetimes as Larson with the other as Lumiea, and with time, distorting into something unrecognizable.
"I am… Lumiea… No… but that can't be, I am… Aren, Leo, Klaus, Amado, Shinji, Floyd, Johnathan, Eddy… What… Wait… the lifetimes… the deal with the keeper… But, am I Lumiea? Or.. Larson? Wait… Larson… Then… that girl, why can't I clearly remember? Tsk, that bastard keeper… he messed with my memories again… so… Am I stil-"
BANG BANG BANG!
A loud almost deafening knock disrupted his train of thoughts, and he frowned, looking at the door.
"Master, It's time," He heard and his frown deepened. Master? 'Wait… this body?!' he panicked, but then the next instant he realized something, 'Calm down.. Let's figure out the situations first.. No one has to be suspicious,'
"Time?" he said, his voice oddly rough yet smooth, it was… weird.
"….. Yes, Are you alright… It seems you forgot what today is…" he heard, the voice though seemingly concerned, was bland and indifferent.
"Hold on a moment," he said, then pressed his forehead.
He then looked away from the door the voice was emanating from to the other door to the far left from his field of vision. BATHROOM. He then sighed. With how heavy his body felt, just how the hell was he to make it there?