A Missing Father
537 Words
The door to Mimy’s apartment felt like a looming, overbearing burden.
Lucius wanted to live here until he died.
He had fallen in love with the city. He had always wanted a peaceful life, one where he could live honorably and proudly.
But for that life, he had to sacrifice a child. One that had not known fear or lies. One that had never committed any sins, except existing.
But he knew, deep down, that Mimy was just an illusion.
The entire life that Hunters who remain in this dungeon live are just that, illusions. This city no longer exists. It was created by the king to show Hunters what real life could be like.
But what is life anyway but a dream? Living in this dungeon is the same as living outside of it.
We think, therefore we are. Lucius is thinking in this dungeon; therefore he does exist in this dream. The people in this dungeon think, feel, have hopes and dreams.
They are just as real as any one of us.
But that is precisely why, he could not abandon Mimy.
He plunged into the room and felt the cold sensation of dread already piling up inside his stomach.
He had officially started the dungeon’s scenario.
Mimy’s mother was dead in the couch. Her body was cold, unnaturally so for a person that had recently died.
He started to wonder around the rooms, searching for either Mimy or a culprit. But he did not find anything.
He then began to inspect Mimy’s mother. Her corpse felt dangerously strange to him. The odd thing he noticed was her hair. It had small streaks of yellow in what was a regularly brown hair color.
She had no injuries, and there was no sign of a struggle or anything.
Even though Lucius had a complete lack of significant evidence, he still was able to figure it out with cold detachment.
He had to now figure out where Mimy’s father was.
Lucius went to his office. There, he found out that the father was in one of his factories. The secretary told him that he would, sometimes, check on the workers at regular intervals.
Lucius then went to the factory, and asked the workers if they had seen him there.
They told him that he used to go check on them occasionally, but he had stopped a couple of months ago. They would, however, still see him here occasionally.
He started thinking where he could have gone. The kinds of experiments they would be conducting would have been something that needed a large amount of space.
That was went he felt the chills. He had only felt this once before, when Louis had used the power of the angels.
His greatest suspicion had turned out to be true.
He instantly left the factory to figure out the direction of the person using, when the noticed that the people outside the factory had not been affected.
In that small instant, he realized that the feeling came from the factory. Most likely, in a section underneath it. But it was too late.
Lucius’ ears had just started to bleed, when the factory dissipated in a large yellow and white light.
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