Façades - Schwarz 2

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Power - the one thing that separates us from everyone else. Powers that allows us to hold the world at our fingertips. Yet, I hate it.

They didn't know what it was like, to be shunned by friends, peers, even family, because they were afraid. They didn't know how much it hurt, to know every minute of the day, what people thought about me. And they did it. They sent me away. I left them with one parting gift. I showed them true pain and fear. Cold, merciless nightmares, to show them how I felt. And then I was gone, from shadows to pitch black. From then on, I was Schuldich, guilty. Accused, and found guilty.

The asylum, where I met three other people like me. Four people, dark, hidden, dubbed with the name Schwarz. A name chosen to oppose that of Weiß. Weiß - white, pure. Yet, they are not pure, they are tainted, stained with the blood of those they've killed. Ironic, that Weiß is not Weiß.

Across the room, I hear Nagi on the computer, tapping away. Nagi, with a past darker than mine. Teased by peers, hated by parents, to one day fully realize his powers. He had always known they were there, but he had been holding it back, afraid. Afraid of what he could do. But he could no longer hold it back. And no one survived. Mayfly - small but deadly, ne?

And Crawford, locked in his room doing whatever. But I can't get to him no matter what. He's blocked me off with a wall harder than my head. I don't know why, but he really seems to be hiding. What's he afraid of?

A familiar blade whistles past me before it embeds itself in the wall. Farfarello's scarred figure stands in the doorway, unmoving. The Irish had been in a particularly bad mood the past few days, his past coming back to haunt him. Death by his hands of those he loved, turning against the God he once cherished. And still, he cannot kill God's tainted angels.

No, not angels. None of us. Not Weiß, not Schwarz. Iie, we're just servants of Shinigami, forever being death.