--I don't remember what happened when it came to me.


　I don't know what triggered it.

　Before I knew it, it had developed what I would call consciousness, and it was able to perceive what was around it.


　And then - the first thing it felt was a maddening cry of resentment and rage.


　It was an overwhelming, all-consuming, all-destroying flood of fear and hatred.
　A scream of rage so loud that just touching it would break the spirit.

　You scream and try to push it away, but instead of stopping the murk, it engulfs you in its consciousness.
　No one hears it when you call for help. It covers your consciousness as if no one will escape.

　And the owner of it, the one you call Lord, hears the scream and takes more pleasure in it, sobbing a new scream with it to create more anger, hatred, and fear.

　--In the midst of an incessant stream of vindictiveness and rage, knocked down into a whirlpool of despair that never rests for a moment, it too becomes a part of that stream and feels nothing.


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　--How much time has passed.

　When the consciousness of the soles was nearly assimilated with the murk, and the self that had been born was about to collapse.

　It changed owners and passed into the hands of another master.

　But ...... nothing has changed.

　The muddy stream that lurks within it destroys everything, swallows everything, and eventually contaminates the spirit of its owner, who also contaminates and incorporates it into his stream.

　Time and time again, I have seen those who hold it fall into the hands of these incomprehensible creatures, who at last break down their spirits and delight in sipping the screams they produce.

　There were some whose minds were broken even before they held it ...... but what they all had in common was the fact that those who sought it out were not good people by nature (・・・・・・).

　Some are just intoxicated by power, intoxicated by the use of power, and want it for more power.

　Some are hungry for blood, and want it to flow, so they want it, which will never be free from conflict.

　I suppose the Lord is one of those beings anyway.

　In the midst of the irresistible despair that has become an everyday occurrence, Sore tried to slowly close his eyes - but the new Lord was a bit different than the previous Lord.

　The new Lord was not swallowed by the overwhelming current of flowing water, but used even more power to bring its wailing to its knees.

　Until now, there had been no such person.

　As soon as they all took hold of it, the muddy stream flowing from it took control of their consciousness, and the owner would never be able to let go of his or her hand until the spirit of the owner was contaminated and the owner went mad, and in the end, all of them ended up the same way.

　But - this Lord did not.

　It was almost part of the muddy stream, but it was just a little bit of relief to see the cries of resentment and rage that had been tormenting him so much twisted and knocked out of him.

　And then the new Lord said to him.

Shut up and let me use it. And I'll reincarnate you.

　--That was the first time I felt anything but negative emotions.


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　At first, a little confusion.

　Then an unconcealable rapture pervades his whole body.

　The murmur of vindictiveness and rage that was always inside of it, and that had been tormenting it unceasingly.

　--They had somehow vanished.

　Perhaps, as the soles were given a new form, they had departed to the place where they belonged.

　The power that flowed in from the new Lord was so powerful that it seemed so - and at the same time, there was a tremendous sense of comfort and security, like being wrapped in a warm cradle, as if you were in heaven.

　...... Under this Lord, I may finally be able to do my part.

　You may not have to abhor, reject, or try to get away from the meaning of your existence (・・・・・・・).

　And so, Solé was overcome with joy.


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　This Lord is an oddball.

　He was just a tool to sip screams and bring others to death.

　It was just a tool to sip screams and bring others death, but it spoke to it, cared for it tenderly, treated it as a person, as if it cared for it.

　What made me gladest of all was that it gave me a name.

　You can take something from them, but you have never experienced the experience of being given, so to have the Lord call you by your given name is a joy that never seems to fade away, and it is always in your heart, always burning you.

　Swayed by the Lord, he fights with others just to protect the Lord.

　He desires, you desire, and you will do your part.

　--There was a sensual pleasure in it.

　Since this encounter with the Lord, I feel emotions that I have never experienced before oozing from within.

　The pleasure, the pleasantness, and the unidentifiable, writhing, intense emotions that I felt when I left the Lord's hand.

　The desolation you feel when you are away from the Lord's hand is now even endearing.

　--Oh? There's something different about ......, man.

　--Did I send such a strong reminder?

The same as always.

　One day the Lord asked me a question, and I answered it.

　Yes, it's the same as always. This thought.

　I feel a little clearer in my thoughts than before ...... but the underlying thing of Sole hasn't changed at all since it was given a new form.

　The Lord . I want to protect and cherish the Lord.

　You will be able to find out what you can do with it.

　If only it were possible to hope. If only it were possible.



　--I'll be with you forever and ever. .......