“… I-I can’t do this…” She murmured, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. The once blond hair this pure, untainted girl has… Turned into a bleak shade of black, staining everything with the inklike liquid she emitted with her tears.
Before this crying, corrupted girl, stood a lucid being, glowing brightly, a gentle smile upon her lips as she looked down at the dying human.
“You can.” She spoke softly, as to comfort her.
The impure maiden looked up to this celestial being, who was unlike her- pure, untainted and innocent as a new flower has come to bloom. “N-No. You’re not real… I made you up, along with this… This hell I’ve created for myself…”
The angel-like girl knelt before her and brushed her finger across her face. With tearful eyes, the Creator looked up to her own creation… The seed of her distorted imagination and lies. Unlike the rest, this girl… Or should I say, herself in another perspective, was the only pure creation she had made, for she had bore a hundredfold of abominations before her.
“I am not real, you say?” The angel spoke. “… I am you. I am you before you became this.”
“… You’re not real anymore. You don’t exist anymore.”
“… Says you.” The angel only responded by landing a kiss on her master’s forehead.
“Go back. Go back to who you are back then. Even if that means… I am not to exist anymore like you said.” With tearful eyes, the once blond hair of her mirror image turned as black as ink, her glowing skin losing its light, along with the porcelain image she had, has turned into pale, dead skin.
“W-What do you mean?!”
“Master… I’ll be a monster, just for you.”
Before she noticed it, the wind shifted, and a harsh breeze blew over them. As she turned back to look at her mirror image… It was no longer there.
“I’ve granted your wish, master….” She heard a disintegrating voice in her head say.
Another tear has fallen.