No Tales Were Left Untold

00. ANTAGONIST'S POINT OF VIEW

CHAPTER ZERO ━━━

━ " BAPTIZED BODIES 

& SINFUL SOULS " ━

I BUILT A GRAVE FOR MYSELF TOGETHER WITH MY DEAD BROTHER, ONLY TO BURY MYSELF AND PROVED THAT EVEN IN MY DEATH, I WILL ALWAYS BE THE SECOND BEST BESIDE HIM.

At this, his vision wavered.

BLOOD ripples around the dimmed pathways, dismantled bodies diverge hideously, debilitating their alliance whilst ceasing their sorrowful lives to exist as forlorn figures tainted in hues of distress interprets the sole indication of a lamenting visage, it seems that his devoid of emotions gradually contrasted into screams of regret.

" What have I done? " He muttered, tears welled in the sockets of his swollen eyes, brimming in sorrow as momentarily defined bursts of weeps mewled emphatically from his parched throat, therefore, here he still finds himself in a long stretch of thriving lilies; interpreting the morbid reminiscence of his misdeeds burgeoning in frustration whilst unveiling the sole art of honesty.

He already wanted to die just to end the misery within him but they just let him live in vain instead of dying in vain, they won't just let him die as no one ever dared to write for him.

No one wanted finish his story.

Because no one wanted to tell a story of a merciless villain and make a villain the main character.

FIRST PERSON'S

POINT OF VIEW

" And that is the end of his story! "

MY SISTER FINISHED THE STORY while concealing the bitterness of her voice with a soft smile as she closed the book she was reading for me, only to find out that I was still casually waiting for his story.

She stood up from my bed as she tried her best to avoid any clamor which may annoy our sleeping father as she gave me a peck of kiss at the forehead; bidding me a farewell. " You should already sleep now. "

And as she was about to go back to her room, I finally had the courage to ask her.

" Older sister, Is that really the end of his story? " I asked her but she only gave me a sigh before giving me an answer.

She nodded. " Yes. "

" Because the one who wrote for him seems to gave up. " She added and I could already sense the sole bittertaste of melancholy raging within her, she must have felt in agony to think that her favorite character has never been acknowledged by the author also.

" I think he died? Maybe? This was published decades ago but it was still updating once I was still a little kid just like you but it's odd that the epilogue was as if it was intentionally stopped. " She tried her best not to stifle a cry and the pain stung my heart for not being able to do anything.

Then, I unconsciously stood up and gave her my warmth through embracing her with a cuddle as I tiptoed to reach her face and wipe her tears.

" He will have an ending too, sister. " I whispered underneath her clothing while swaying under the moonlight.

" What did you say? " And gladly, she didn't heard what I said.

" Ah. It's nothing but Isn't the moon lovely? " I asked cheerfully in order to change the topic.

" You know, I apologize for letting you read such stories like that, Aogi. " She said out of the blue but I just gave her a smile that gestures that I understand her.

Even if I was a child, I was already bewitched with stories about villains because their tales were far more worthy to read than any other heroes in the stories that I've read.

" Oi! You brats! " a pair of slippers that flew mercilessly smacked our heads when our raging father with his nose smoking like a black bull that had seen hues of crimson in us seems to be preparing for an attack.

" I told you to gain energy! Not dark circles and wrinkles! Do you want your dead mother to visit you and see the ugliness of your swollen faces!? "

We just casually ran away while cackling to our own rooms and locked it immediately to avoid punishment.

But no matter what happens.

I'll finish his story while changing the mindset of those people who seems to underestimate the villains and this will be for the sake of my beloved sister.

A story where I'll prove that even a villain deserves a story where they are the main character.

I'll do anything to make my sister happy and I will tell her that her younger brother loves her so much even if I couldn't tell her in person.

But in the end, I couldn't even make her happy.

BREAKING NEWS! A MUTATED BODY OF A DEAD WOMAN IN HER 20S WAS FOUND HANGING IN THE BRIDGE.

I never felt some sort of a feeling that a grieving person would feel nor even despair as I only feel nothing. I just stood up in front of the bridge while watching her.

" I told you kid that you shouldn't come here to see her. " One of the police warned me.

" Fret not, my feelings vanished within an instant as I never felt anything. " I answered without hesitation.

My father was sent to an asylum after going feral when he found out about my sister, I lived for years of being abused by him as he kept blaming me yet I couldn't even get angry because it was really my fault for not protecting my sister, years later, my father died from a cardiac arrest at the asylum.

After that, I lived in an orphanage for being a minor who still doesn't have the right to live alone but days later, there are some sort of pests that adopted me not as their son but as their daughter.

And this is where my misery worsened.

At first, I couldn't help but to take their filthy hands in order to live properly but my heart only throbbed in pain while only walking to the path of despair where I only looked into the abyss as I'll wait for it to look back.

They never gave me my own existence, I lived as someone who I don't even know.

The beauty within me bloomed but as a man dressed up as a woman yet I was stitched with bruises and sullied scars marred by emptied purposes under the expensive dresses embellished with scintillating jewels they bought for me.

I am a child with no name nor a surname but I was called Aogi by my sister and father yet these murderers called me a name that belonged to someone else.

They murdered my existence and robbed my youth but it was my fault for being such a foolish person, believing that they will be the cause of my salvation but they offer me my own destruction.

It was as if that their daughter lived while I'm dying leisurely.

Then I remembered the line of the story where my sister said.

I BUILT A GRAVE FOR MYSELF TOGETHER WITH MY DEAD BROTHER.

What if I bury myself? Since I already died ever since my life became a mess.

( Years later, Present time )

In the forest of Aokigahara, Mt. Fuji in Japan.

I brought my sister's body properly and buried her properly just like what she wants because all of us deserved a proper death in spite of living in a society where we are considered as low class people.

In a long black dress with a malnourished body of an unhealthy living person, do I still even looked like a man? dared to came to a forest which was believed to be a place where people commit something horrible in order to cease their life.

The scent of death filled the air I went deeper into the forest; the stench has lured me to death. It was revolting.

My breathing abruptly turning ragged, cold sweat trickled down my forehead. A menacingly darkness loomed over me as I walked past the long path of withered flowers painted in human blood. It seems that someone died also.

Behind me, I could elucidate this eerie monster scrutinizing me from chasms, hiding behind at the rustling bushes caused by that monster. I ceased from my tracks; ending my journey, a sudden faint glow exuded from my fingertips traveling up the rest of my body at a frightening rate when a dead end has come into sight.

Dang! I cursed underneath my breath; I couldn't help but to be petrified in fear.

I just wanted to die properly with my sister.

Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. He leaned down, his mouth by my ear. " Why did you leave, my daughter. "

I watched as the blade slipped closer to my chest. I didn't felt nothing. My almost lavender colored eyes dilated, and was a bit startled as I simultaneously closed it tightly, trying to get death out of my sight for once.

I wanted to remember something happy, a bed of roses would do but the only thought preoccupying inside my head was starting to drag me from demise. however, it was planned. The blade hastily penetrated my chest, everything went leisurely lengthy; moving closer with the precision that only the end can bring. Finally, an ending point has been seen to ceased my journey as a human living in this world and I unconsciously bleeds the salt of my soul and as it pours from my eyes.

" It... hurts. "

An unacceptable defeat had filled me with revolting indignation, rage burning within my veins; death was overflowing in my body. Did this motherfucker, perhaps, intoxicate me? My fragile body complained in pain at every struggle I formulate, admitting an intolerable defeat within the hands of death. 

It was over for me when I felt the first sharp pain stinging in my wounded chest, I, the fallen daughter has been killed by my parents.

Darkness should meant no agony nor even harm. Darkness meant rest. My strength were slowly vanishing to the point of having no ability to move my limbs and I tried to fought against the pain but I was already tired, very tired that giving up seems to be the best option.

suddenly, a lively silhouette came out from my sight and it wasn't allowing her to mourn.

I'll wake you up, Aogi. a part of my mind was yelling at me. 

You already left humanity. a soft, velvety voice reverberated inside my head, the gentle soothing sound rattles down my skull. I tried to distinguish the tone of its voice but it didn’t familiarize me. 

I will give you his life.

Come to my paradise.

And write for everyone.

I parted my lips, but couldn’t find the exact words to say. Nothing was coming out from my mouth, and I didn’t have any time to figure it out.

" We'll meet soon but in hell ", I breathed my last. It was all I could say for now. it was all that could be said in that moment.

And I will make sure to write you a story about you being tortured in every chapters that I will publish.

THIRD PERSON'S

POINT OF VIEW

AOGI'S BODY FELL TO THE HANDS of the famished human, the warmth of life was stolen away by death’s cold embrace. 

And as his cold body hugged his sister's dead body.

Someone came to claim him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Congratulations.

You have  successfully finished the prologue of this story as you have my humblest gratitude for finding my story out of nowwhere.