When I was little, my mother took care of me, or at least that's what the village residents and my older friends told me when I was old enough to start understanding how the world works. After that, there was a certain problem with... Scarlet.
She isn't human, in fact, she's a half-elf, so the average lifespan of these demi-humans is quite long, around 300 years, like 4 or 5 times as long as a common human lives in this world. Let's just say that, because of that, after my mother passed away, Scarlet started to "take care" of me.
What a shitty feeling, let me tell you. I'm sitting on the bed right now, looking up and thinking about how to deal with this part of Darius Moonlight, the other me who wants to stay away from this bitch who fucked up part of my head.
Knocks echo on my bedroom door. Who is it at this hour? Let it be Ravenna, let it be Ravenna...!
"Hey, Darius, how are ya?"
