My eyes jolted awake with from sounds of screams.
From the sounds of it, an argument
'Neighbors?' I thought briefly, before I looked at my surroundings.
"How could you not have know you were with child!?" A tense voice yelled.
"Im sorry, my lord! Please, mercy!" A feminine voice cried.
'A dream?' I thought briefly.
I tried to get up but the strength wasn't there.
'What the!?'
My hands!
I looked at my hands and saw that they were tiny chubby baby fingers and not my usual pale thin carpel tunnel ridden hands.
It was a shock for sure.
'A dream,' I thought.
'It has to be a dream for sure.'
My parents never argued like that, and I was too weak to turn my head and see who was there. It couldn't have been them. So it had to have been a dream, right?
"My lord!" A new, gruff voice alerted.
"Remember where we are!"
"Yes, I know exactly where we are. A filthy mess of a whorehouse!" The assumed 'Lord' exclaimed, before slamming a bottle on the floor.
A loud Crash! rung out.
The woman continued to cry throughout all of this, like her life was in danger.
'It's just a dream. Has to be'
Ding!
The familiar sound of a notification popping up filled my ears before a unfamiliar screen appeared before me.
WELCOME TO NEW GAME ABYSS +
Thank you completing our game and clearing it with a world conquest on Super Very Hard Insane Ironman Hell Mode! As a reward for being a devoted player you are now rewarded access to New Game Abyss + . Please Enjoy!
AFTER THIS POPUP IS READ ALL UI AND GUIDES WILL BE PERMANENTLY DIABLED
COMPLETE CAMPAIGN THROUGH
MILITARY VICTORY (HAVE MILITARY DEFENSE OR ALLIANCE PACTS WITH 75% OF WORLDS NATIONS)
CULTURAL VICTORY (SPREAD FACTIONS CULTURE AND DEVELOP RELIGIOUS BUILDINGS IN 75% OF WORLDS NATIONS)
ECONOMIC VICTORY (ESTABLISH A STRONG ECONOMY AND ESTABLISH TRADE ROUTES WITH 75% OF WORLDS NATIONS)
TOTAL CONQUEST (ELIMINATE ALL RIVAL FACTIONS AND COMPLETELY CONTROL EVERY NATION IN THE WORLD)
True to the popups words it disappeared as soon as I read the last word on the final line.
'This is some bullshit' I thought.
The popup definitely did help through.
I knew now why I was here and how to leave. If that was even possible. Not only that I knew exactly where I was as well.
At least what planet.
The popup also put my mind at ease, they say 80% of men wouldn't panic after seeing a game-like screen popup.
Of course I only heard that from one person but it seemed true enough.
"Gah!" A womans scream pulled me from mu thoughts quickly.
If only I could move my damn head!
"Damn wrench! Know your place, don't touch me." The 'Lords' cruel voice said.
"P-Please my lord! We'll leave! I'll never tell a soul, I'll leave the country!" The woman seemed desperate for her survival.
"Pah! You think you could shoot out my spawn and leave this city?! I would never give a threat a chance," the 'Lord' said cruelly.
Was he planning to kill her? Imprison her?
And shit I was probably her son!
Fearing that death was near, I tried my hardest to turn my huge baby head. After great strenuous effort and some sweat dropped, I was able to turn my head 90 degrees!
The room was a mess. I was only able to see out of a sliver of my cradle but even that was enough to see that the room was tattered. Furniture thrown, clothes and personal items all across the floor along with countless destroyed toys.
'Were they for me?' I thought briefly. It seemed like the baby was well loved by my assumed mother.
The room itself was a late medieval style room, reminiscent of the period Fantasia: Fortune of Conquest was set in. It was hardly nice though, they weren't dirt floor poor but they were definitely no-window-only-a-bed-poor.
"Bah!" The 'Lord' spat.
The lord was quite, well not quite very handsome. His fair face was completely unblemished, like he never had seen the sun or any hardship at all. He was even paler than me as a peek NEET. His features were all sharp, pointed, and detailed. A sharp nose, sharp cheekbones, a sharp chin. His sharpness was enhanced by his blone goatee that was shaved into a point. His medium-length-hair was the same platinum blonde color as his goatee was. He wore an expensive exotic purple doublet, complete with an equally flashy and expensive looking leather shoes and cloak. The most striking thing to me was his face.
It was firm, like what he was doing was his right to do.
"Enough of this, woman. Sir Erandor, just take care of her… as for him. Take him away." The 'Lord' ordered coldly.
"Yes, my lord," The man with a gruff voice said. Assumedly Sir Erandor.
He was a seasoned knight. No doubt about it. Muscular, tough, with scars all over and a piercing look in his eye. His right eye was covered with an eyepatch but even with it you could see the deep nasty scar that was left under. Most of his body was covered by a thick and dark cloak, but when he went to unsheathe his sword his well crafted plate armor was shining brightly.
Step. Clank.
Step. Clank.
His heavy footsteps were the only sound in the room followed by the clanking of his armor
Step. Clank.
"No! Please! Not my son!" My apposed mother cried out. I couldn't see her from where I was, and I was too weak to move my fat baby head. All I could see was her worn out dress and her hands clasped pleading for my life.
Slash!
Roll….
The room was filled with an eerie stillness.
My mother's head rolled into view. I knew, heI could feel it was my mother. Was it was because I was still a child? Was it the remnants of this baby's soul? I didn't know. But I knew that the severed head was my mother's.
She was beautiful, her brown hair covered the floor and sheened with fresh warm blood. While it was much more obvious that his mother worked compared to the 'Lord', she was still quite unblemished.
Her face showed fear.
Was it because she didn't know if I would be okay? Was it because she knew that she would never see me again? Or did she see something in the face of death that scared her to the core?
Who would know.
Who could.
The blood continued too sprew wildly onto the wooden floor and collected into a pile of gore. My mother kneeled face- well chest down now.
I didn't cry.
I didn't feel great, I saw someone get beheaded right in front of me, get executed.
But that wasn't really why.
'Is it because shes my mother' I thought briefly.
Maybe, but I didn't have any connection with her. So it didn't hurt so bad.
Not so bad.
Step. Clink.
Step. Clink.
The knight, Sir Erondor, looked down into Franks crib, Frank stared deep into his eyes.
There's nothing.
No remorse, regret, satisfaction. Not even emptyness. His eyes.
He was just doing his job.
Thats what his eyes told me.
I closed his eyes.
' Fucking Abyss Mode theykill my mom in front of me and now im getting spawn camped'
Bullshit.
Absolutely bullshit.