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Conflict_200
Legacy Name: Conflict_200


The Bloodred Montre
Owner: Milotic

Age: 12 years, 10 months, 2 weeks

Born: June 4th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 4th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 8
     
  • Strength: 21
     
  • Defense: 20
     
  • Speed: 21
     
  • Health: 20
     
  • HP: 10/20
     
  • Intelligence: 4
     
  • Books Read: 4
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Stock Worker


Portfolio

▷ Nickname: Conflict (Con)
▷ Body: Slender
▷ Eyes: Red
▷ Hair: Black
▷ Color: Grey
▷ Age: 23
▷ Physique: Toned
▷ Gender: Male







Story

(Contains Mature Themes)


It was the fall of 1985, I was a twenty-five year old man working hard to make a living and support my fiance. Her and I were scheduled to get married the coming week. She wanted a small wedding, as always, but I knew she deserved more. While she was busy with housework I would take the time to buy her surprise gifts for after the wedding. They would be things I knew she had taken a notice in while we were shopping in town. Nothing too expensive, but things I knew she would appreciate none-the-less.

We lived in the woods in a small cottage. It wasn't much but she refused to move. She loved the place. It was two stories, but the second story was more of an attic than an actual room. It was big enough to hold our bed and dressers but that is about it. The one window was a pieced together glass piece that faced towards the woods. It gave us a good view at least when we would rest in our room.

As we reached the eve of our wedding we celebrated by toasting to wine by the fire, holding each other close and being playful. We were as giddy as children kissing for the first time. We couldn't wait! Eventually, though, we retired to the bedroom to cuddle and fall asleep together for the big day.

Our wedding was held in an old english chapel. The theme was white and black, and the guests were close family and friends. They all came in either black or white dresses (or a mix of the two) and sat eagerly on the benches along the hallway. The hallway itself had a long black carpet stretching the entire length of the church and there was a small flower centerpiece at the end that we would stand in front of before our vows.

I was dressed and ready, eager to run to the end of the walkway and await my beautiful bride. After what seemed like a century and a half music began to play and she stepped into the room setting a smile on my face. She was gorgeous! Her dress was made of pure silk and the train was as long and beautiful as she was.

As she walked slowly down the aisle my heart was beating from my chest. She reached up for my hand when she was close enough to me and I awkwardly reached for hers. She giggled quietly. I turned red and looked at her still smiling as the Preacher came into view. We said our vows and kissed and it was the greatest feeling I have ever had! Her lips were like velvet and she was glowing. I couldn't have wished for anything more.

We turned together down the aisle waving to our guests and went into the car prepared for us outside to take us home. We decided against the honeymoon. My beloved didn't like being away from home. It was fine with me, what she wanted I wanted. As long as she was there with me, I would go anywhere.

The minute we got home we rushed inside and kissed over and over, both of us couldn't stop smiling. I held her closer than I ever had before. This is all we had ever wanted! We were filled to the brim with happiness and after a toast of Chardonnay and an hour of holding each other we moved to our bedroom to lie down together and make love.

Over the next year our lives couldn't be happier. We walked in the forest together, happy as newly married couples should be. There were moments where we would just stay home and read together by the fire. Those were the times. Nobody would doubt we were made for each other. I guess that's the real tragedy in all of this.

About seventeen months after our marriage, my beloved sickened. I didn't understand why, but she said she didn't want to go to the hospital. As her condition worsened, I begged her to go see someone about it. She refused again. It hurt me to see her bedridden, barely able to talk, and breaking out in a heavy sweat day after day. It would have been worse to see her unhappy on top of that sitting in a hospital bed where she didn't want to be though; so I continued on, taking care of her, hoping for her to get better.

It didn't happen though, her eyes went black and her body would just lie lifeless most days. It took a lot in me not to betray her wishes. I felt bad having to leave her alone to go shopping. What happened to what we were my love? There is hardly anything to live for with you being bedridden. I only wish we could hold each other like we use to....

Three months into the progression of her sickness, I had watched her in her bed, holding her hand. The rain came that day, making colorful patterns inside of our bedroom from the shadows cast by the raindrops. It reminded me of the beautiful relationship me and her had once shared.

Suddenly, she rose, weakly speaking to me in her gentle voice. "Conflict, I love you. I'm sorry I'm always so weak all of this time. I-- can't do this anymore. Please remember that I love you, and this isn't your fault. I have been waiting for the moment the rain had come, hoping it could bring some beauty to my passing. I'm so sorry." She let a tear roll down her cheek, glanced at the window for a moment, and shut her eyes.

"No, please, wake up! I can't bear to live without you! Charlotte!" She had gone. My only reason for living was gone. I don't know what to say....I was devastated of course. I sat by the fire, sipping at the last of the wedding wine we had saved. Charlotte was lying dead upstairs, dead to me, dead to the world. Then I just...broke.

I ran out into the rain, and screamed madly. Running into the woods, I created a lynch knot out of my shirt, and hung myself. You'd think that would be the end but I didn't die. Well, I did I suppose, but not the right way-- not the honorable way. I woke in darkness, the only thing I saw was my body and the tree it hung from in front of me. Then everything lit up-- as much as it could anyways. A forest seemed to grow around me, not the beautiful flourishing one I knew, but a twisted and dark abyss. Nothing here was human, I could feel the evil around me.

The darkness of the forest swallowed me for the briefest moment. I felt like my soul was being filled with guilt, anger, and burden. My heart felt weighed down. Then, I wasn't me anymore. Whatever this forest did to me, it felt good. I felt-- free. Everything I cared about didn't matter anymore. "What is this new power given to me?" I looked around. I was so unafraid, so fearless. "Someone, speak to me! Tell me what just happened!"

"You've reached your full potential." A large figure swept out from between the trees in the distance. "There is a reason you aren't in hell, you were chosen by him to fulfill the task of ruling the demonic world you see before you. Keep it in check if you will." He shifted from being in front of me to right behind me. "There are powers you have now that you won't understand alone. He sent me to teach you what you need to know and guide you."

"If I refuse?"

"Then you can burn." He cackled, "Your choice really."

"It isn't much of a choice," I looked over at the ghost of my hanging body, "but it's better than burning in hell for eternity."

"Very well, this is going to hurt-- a lot." He looked straight at me and his eyes turned red, "Rapture."

"Graaaaaaahhh!" The pain was absolutely unbearable in the best way. I transformed rapidly into something even I couldn't recognize. Horns grew from my head, my eyes turned to a rich maroon color and marks formed around them.

My name is Conflict but most call me Con. I use to be just like you; I could love, smile, and cry-- but now, I can only hate. I am full of such hatred for the world I turned into the creature you see before you today. When I was a pure being, it seemed like nothing could tear me down and break away my barrier of happiness. Of course, I was wrong. Things went so bad I killed myself. But I have to admit, It was a hell of a good day to die.



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