Awakening of the Weakest Slayer

"Wakey...Wakey, Sleepy head." The voice was sweet. Too sweet.

It dripped with something Sezel couldn't quite pin down. Hunger, maybe?

All he knew was that even in the depths of sleep, drowning in what might have actually been his first pleasant sleep in weeks, that silky voice echoed in his ears.

'Huh, what kind of alarm is that?'

"Hey, the sun is already up. Get your head out." The voice spoke once again. Only this time, it was much closer and... more sweet?

Sezel frowned in dreamland. He didn't know how to deal with someone waking him up. No one had ever done that before.

Well… not exactly.

He barely remembered that one memory that stayed etched in his mind. He didn't knew why but he guessed everyone has that one memory from their childhood that is just in there.

'It's hazy, i sometimes get the nightmares of a lady. I don't know who? She was crying looking at me and then everything spun like i was put in a washing machine. That's where it ends.'

My mother… maybe? Does it even matter?

He never knew his parents. Maybe he did, back when he was a newborn blob of flesh and instinct. But humans weren't supposed to retain memories from then.

So whatever she was or wasn't, he didn't remember. More importantly—he didn't bother.

"How... long are you gonna take to get up." This time the voice was very slow and dangerously close to his ears.

Sezel felt something, a cold touch on his skin.

'Wait. Cold? That's not part of the dream—no! Not good, not good at all—'

His eyes snapped open wide. Panic slammed into his chest. He bolted upright, clutching his blanket like a lifeline.

"Oh, you're finally awake. How sweet."

The voice was clear now. Too damn clear. It wasn't an echo anymore. It was just besides him.

And it was filled with... Lust!

Sezel's head turned left, stiff and mechanical. His neck creaked like a rusty hinge. And then his pupils promptly doubled in size. Two big... no big would be an understatement.

He saw two massive...

'Shut up, no need to go in details.'

"Hello…" he managed in a strained, wheezing voice, the hesitant smile plastered on his lips looking more like the death rictus of a man dying inside.

His entire face blazed crimson. Of course I'm red! Who wouldn't be? Who could possibly stay calm when being woken up by a girl with… those… cough! Cough! right next to them. In bed. In the morning. Half-dressed.

Desperate, Sezel yanked his gaze toward the wall, locking his vision on the peeling wallpaper like it had suddenly become the most fascinating sight in the Spirit Realm.

Just a wall. Dead, boring wall. 'look at that design it so damn good.'

Unfortunately, his neck betrayed him. Slowly, it turned back toward the… pristine view.

'Just a peek—one peek won't kill me, right?'

He gulped like an idiot, his face twitching.

'No. No, Sezel. You can't. Weakness is death. Don't you dare—'

He snapped his head back toward the wall so fast it nearly detached from his spine. Eyes screwed shut.

Then, with a twitching smile that could have driven lesser men to madness, Sezel croaked, "He… Hey, Emili. You're already awake?"

"Huh?" she tilted her head casually, her hair falling over her shoulder. "What's with your eyes? Why are you forcing them shut like that?"

'Okay, 1...2...3...'

He opened them. And froze.

Graceful, silky skin filled his vision. His soul left his body.

"You're so flustered," Emili teased.

A cold finger brushed across his shin, trailing up toward his torso.

Sezel's brain melted. His face flamed to volcanic red. And then—short circuit.

"You… Y-You—GET SOME CLOTHES ON, DAMN IT!"

He leapt off the bed like it had set him on fire and bolted for the door. His feet barely touched the ground before he vanished down the hallway.

Emili's laugh echoed behind him. Like a predator laughing after making its prey embarrassed.

"..."

Sezel crashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. His ears glowed scarlet, still hot enough to fry an egg.

He caught sight of himself in the cracked mirror and groaned.

White hair spilled everywhere, they were so long now it covered his eyes down to his mouth.

The back side was even worse, they were flowing past his shoulders, swaying whenever he moved.

"They've gotten too long," he muttered bitterly. His reflection gave him that unimpressed look only mirrors knew how to manage.

'I don't have anything to cut them.' He sighed and proceeded to wash his face.

The bathroom was part of a luxury five-star hotel. Or at least it used to be luxury. Now it was just another abandoned ruin in the hellish Spirit Realm

'It isn't so much luxurious now, who knows how long has it been since people lived here.'

Uh... well everything is abandoned in here. And Sezel now lived here.

He splashed cold water on his face from the tap and looked up, his long messy hair were coming in his way so he moved them back.

A few strands still fell forward.

"Too stubborn to fall back, huh?" he grumbled at the strands of hair still dangling in front of him. "Just wait, I'll cut you down to shreds."

"That's not a very kind thing to say to yourself, dear Sezel." the voice echoed in the confined walls of the bathroom.

Sezel stiffened. His heart spiked.

'Not this bastard again.'

His gaze dragged toward the doorway.

There, leaning casually against the wall, stood a young man glittering with aristocratic charm.

Auburn hair, so polished it glittered the stray sunlight filtering in through broken windows, cascading neatly to frame his immaculate face.

A true gentlemen from the higher class of society.

"Anyway, breakfast is ready. Meet us in the cafeteria." His voice was calm, sophisticated. His black eyes fixed... somewhere on Sezel's body. Not on face for sure.

Sezel followed the trajectory, and grimaced.

'I don't like this one bit.'

The man left after that, leaving Sezel alone, wondering.

Where the hell was this creep staring?

His gaze dropped down. Inspecting himself.

And that's when he noticed it.

Oh no.

'OH! NO'

His face erupted into nuclear red.

He was hard.

'Calm...down! I need to calm down!' he took slow steady breaths and closed his eyes. 'This is normal... everyone has morning woods.'

Then he snapped, gripping the sink with both hands.

"NORMAL MY ASS! I'M LOSING MY MIND LIVING WITH THESE PEOPLE!"

Some mornings, Sezel thought, death by being eaten by a beast didn't sound so bad after all.