The Immortal That Wants To Die

ZEHEN

I slowly withdrew my lightning, feeling the surge of power recede as my breath steadied, deep and slow. The air around me hummed with the lingering energy, crackling softly before fading into the stillness. I exhaled deeply, my chest rising and falling with the weight of the moment. The crowd of Celestials surrounding me murmured like a distant storm, a symphony of uncertainty, their voices quivering with confusion and fear. Each tremor of their words seemed more desperate than the last, as if they believed their voices could somehow undo the chaos they'd just witnessed.

"Blasphemer... sinner..." The names they called me echoed through the air, harsh and condemning. I couldn't help but laugh—a low, bitter chuckle that bubbled up from deep within me. It was almost amusing, in a way. Every insult, every accusation, only fed the fire within me. They thought their words could break me, but it only made me stronger, more resolute. Despite everything I had done to show them the truth, to open their eyes to the falsehoods they clung to, they refused to see. They were too blinded by their own delusions.

Then, I saw her.....Mai. Her presence was unmistakable. Her gaze locked onto mine, her face pale, her expression twisted in a mixture of fear and disbelief. She was only a few feet away, but it felt like a lifetime. Her eyes, those beautiful, vibrant green eyes that once shone with joy and hope, now filled with sorrow. They were filled with something darker now, something I had put there.

"Ze... Zehen," she whispered, her voice trembling, thick with worry. She took a step forward, but her body was rigid, as if an invisible wall had risen between us. Was it fear? Was it my fault that she was afraid to approach me now? Had she truly seen the real me for the first time? I could feel her hesitation, the way she held herself back.

The warmth in her eyes was gone, replaced by something that clawed at my chest—a hollow ache that gnawed at my soul. I had ruined her. I had turned everything that was once beautiful between us into dust. I stared at her, my gaze hardening as I took in every detail of her face, every hint of fear, every flicker of sadness. I knew I was the cause.

The golden shards of the shattered statue crunched beneath my boots as I turned to walk away, the sound sharp and final. I kicked some of the debris aside, a futile attempt to rid myself of the symbols of their broken faith.

"Don't you think it's time to clean up this mess?" I said aloud, my voice dripping with a cruel amusement as I looked back at the Celestials. They stood in stunned silence, unsure of what to do, unsure of how to process the fact that the statue of the god they had once worshiped and admired so much, is now lying in ruins...

"You bastard!" A voice boomed from behind me, cutting through the silence. The words were laced with venom, each syllable dripping with anger and hatred. I turned, feeling the heat of the rage behind me, the flicker of flames that danced and flared like a tempest.

Hatred boiled within him, intense and sharp, hotter than any fire. I could feel the force of his anger....the raw power of it....as it surged toward me. But even more than his rage, I could sense his regret. It was there, beneath the surface, buried in the flickering flames that swirled around him. He had failed. He had shown me his power, but yet he had failed to bring me down.

"Did I wound your pride, you poor child?" I taunted, my voice low and mocking as I stared at the man, towering over me. The flames that burned around him flickered uncertainly, a sign of his weakness. "Is that what this is? A cry for attention?"

I watched him, the flicker of doubt in his eyes unmistakable, the anger he tried to hide only making it more apparent. I had expected so much from him. I thought his flames would finally be the thing that would end my life, that he would finally have the strength to do what none of them could. But in the end, he was weak. His flames didn't even touch me.

I walked past him, my gaze flicking over him, the bitter truth settling in my mind. "Maybe you should train more," I muttered, almost to myself, as I glanced briefly at the gaping hole in my shirt and jacket. It was just another sign of their failure, their inability to even touch me.

I was no longer worried about their strength or their power. I didn't fear them. It wasn't their anger that threatened me. It was their ignorance, their inability to understand that they were fighting a losing battle. And the worst part of it all, I slowly came to realize that they would be to stubborn to understand and listen to me.

But despite of it, I still believed that there was someone among the Celestials who could kill me. Just the thought of it gave me hope but yet it made me annoyed, since I have no other choice but to stick around with them.

As I turned to walk away, I felt a gust of wind slam into me, pushing me back. I gritted my teeth and spun, narrowing my eyes as I saw her....a woman in full black attire, her long brown hair cascading down her back like a dark river. She stood tall, her posture firm, her eyes narrowed with fury. Her green eyes...so similar to Mai's, but sharper, colder.....locked onto mine with a malice that sent a shiver down my spine.

"You monster," she spat, her voice thick with anger, each word dripping like acid. "You would destroy our precious treasure. You think we would let you leave and let you get away with this?!"

I studied her, my eyes narrowing as I took in her appearance. This woman....her beauty was undeniable, but it was the rage in her eyes that held my attention. She ranted on, but I couldn't help but wonder how she had come to stand before me now. Was this the same woman who had once cowered before Scarlett, taking orders with fear? The same woman who had yelled at her towering companion to stop attacking me?

The shift in her demeanor was startling. How had she changed so quickly? What had happened to the fear that had once plagued her?

But what really caught my attention was when she called me a monster. The word echoed in my mind, like a snap of the string that had once held my thoughts together. Monster. I had been called many things, but this… this was different. It felt like a trigger, a spark that ignited something dark within me.

Without warning, I closed the distance between us, my body surging with mana, my muscles pulsing with newfound strength. I reached her in a heartbeat, grabbing her chin with a firm, unyielding grip, my other hand pressed against her chest, threatening, powerful.

"Your name is Amy, right?" I asked, my voice low, almost teasing.

"How did you...?" Her words faltered, her eyes wide with surprise. But I wasn't done. I cut her off before she could finish.

"You called me a monster after everything I've done to wake you up to reality," I snarled, my face inches from hers. "After everything I've shown you about how useless your God is."

I could feel the pressure of mana building behind me, a storm of energy waiting to explode, but I ignored it. It didn't matter. I was focused on her now, on the way her breath quickened, on the way her gaze shifted from anger to something else....something more uncertain.

I brought her face closer to mine, the distance between us shrinking until it felt like nothing else existed in the world but her.

"You call me a sinner," I whispered, my voice laced with venom. "A monster." My lips brushed against her ear as I spoke, the words slow, deliberate. "What else do you plan to call me?"