A Serpent's Tale
Chapter 297: The Cursed Child

Chapter 297: The Cursed Child

(Ashtraz’s POV)

That play was not a legend, or a myth. It was real. And it was my history.

That bitch stole it for her own gain. I know the truth though. And that’s that this curse will never leave, will never be broken, and will forever remain.

At least, that’s what it was supposed to be like... But none of them remained alive, nor were they able to spread their blood.

All that malarky about acceptance was nice and all, but it’s total bullshit. She’s just using that as a way to cover something up, I know it.

Either way, I now know that I must do this.

I wasn’t born naturally. No, I was born from the resentment of Shandrakazaa, the girl portrayed in that play.

What they said about her cursing several people was true, but the lifting the curse thing was false.

I am a product of Shandrakazaa’s hatred towards society made manifest.

At first, when I joined into it as she commanded me soon after I spawned, I didn’t see anything wrong. Sure, there was some discrimination towards me, but that was more because they had never seen someone like me before.

It had been so long since the bloodline of the cursed had ended, that people forgot about the meaning of my appearance.

And so, I eventually forgot about everything in regards to the curse and just started to live my life like a normal person.

Then, I met David.

I had been in the orphanage for about a year by that point and he approached me first.

"So, what’s your deal?"

He was rather blunt and straightforward, something I’d come to like in my time in Krara city.

We hit it off and I thought I had found love, but I found out later that he was asexual and also aromantic.

Still, we remained friends even then. Which I appreciated. I didn’t have a friend until that point.

Despite people not detesting my appearance, it always made me seem unapproachable to others.

Not for disgust as I said, but more so because people weren’t sure what to expect from me.

I got used to the fact that people wouldn’t approach me of their own volition, and I was getting used to my new lifestyle.

For a few decades, David and I hung out all the time, and I learned a lot about him in that time.

I felt guilty since I didn’t really have anything to tell him about me in return, so I kind of just lied about my origins to him. He didn’t suspect anything, but I still felt bad.

And one day during my routine evenings, I met Traytora. She gave of this weird aura that said that she would kill if ever ticked off.

So, despite this logically being the worst idea, I made friends with her, since having someone like her on my side would always be better than not.

I soon came to learn that there was so much more to Traytora than meets the eye.

For one, she was the child of one of the Kings of Hell, from the Seven Circles of Hell. I didn’t even know how to process any of that, so I didn’t, and eventually fell asleep on the sofa I was on.

When I woke up the following morning, I was a little confused but decided to just go about my day as normal and mull that information over.

When I did finish mulling it over, I came to the conclusion that I shouldn’t give a shit. What does it have to do with me?

’Other things I learned about Traytora is that she likes being a switch in bed, but she leans slightly more to being dominant.’

’That’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy being submissive, but she has a more dominant personality to her. Which is nice, because I discovered that I’m quite like that also.’

’And because of her, I was able to learn how to properly dominate someone, which was perfect after Asty and I...’

’I don’t want to think about that right now. Not after I just up and left her like that.’

I just hope... That she can forgive me for this...

’I’m sorry, Asty... I love you, I really really do. Please forgive me for what I’m about to do...’ I lowered my head in shame.

’I’m glad I got to experience what love is. In fact, I think I’ve lived a very nice life, even though it hasn’t even been half a century.’ I laughed at my own plight in self-deprecation.

After watching that play, which I wanted to watch on a whim, I came to a realisation.

This world is cursed, just like me. Plagued with filth like the Duchess that needs to be eradicated.

As I watched over Asty whilst she rested in bed, I was left alone to think about what had happened during the festival, which led me down this path.

I knew that I wouldn’t have the power to take her down, which is when I remembered why I was created in the first place.

I’d completely forgotten about why I was created in the first place. It was so that I could help my creator get revenge on society. And I would do that by first gathering information.

That’s done now, and I’ve come to the conclusion that, while we may not want to do this for the same reasons, we at least share a similar end goal at least. Wanting to bring down those we hate.

This might be shortsighted, but I don’t care. I need my creator’s power if I want to achieve my goals of bringing down the filth that it the Duchess.

It’s a long way away from the city though, nearly a week away.

I’ll manage. I was granted the gift of never needing to eat by my creator. The only reason I do is because foods tasty. Originally it was to fit in, but now I want to do it because I like it.

None of that’s important now though. What’s important is getting back to my creator as soon as possible, and doing what I should’ve been doing this whole time.

Which is gathering information so that I can aid my creator in making her desires a reality.

Is this evil? Probably. But I don’t care. It’s what the people deserve after what they’ve done.

A day has already passed, and I would’ve thought that Traytora would’ve come out and stopped me by now, but it seems like she didn’t notice.

...

That’s good. She won’t be able to stop me if that’s the case. And maybe, with the power that I hopefully get, I’ll be able to subdue her. I don’t want to kill her or the others, as they don’t deserve to die. But everyone else does.

This is what they get for everything they’ve done. Both in the past, and in the present. Be it the people who made my creator do what she did, or the Duchess being an awful person and using my story for her own gain.

Come to think of it, how did she even know about any of this in the first place?

She must’ve had a mystic oracle or something pry into the river of time for it. That’s the only way she would know about it. There’s no other possible explanation for her knowing about this.

Regardless of how she knows, she will pay. I just need to get back there, back to my creator.

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(Traytora POV)

Another day had passed and I left David to take care of Asty for me while I went out to get some help so that I could find Ashtraz.

I knew that she would have gone out into the desert, because where else would she go?

And the people I got help from was the Illuminati.

How I got their help? I went to the academy and found the headmaster there and begged for help.

Which, after hearing my plight, she accepted. And within another half a day, I was able to receive the aid of supposedly one of their best trackers. At least in this environment.

Before we headed out, I stocked up on food for the both of us and my scout, who’s name was Gary, investigated through which gate Ash left through.

Then, we set out through the West gate and headed up north after a few kilometres. I also brought a map of the kingdom with us to help us pinpoint our location.

And because I wanted us to get to her as fast as possible, I decided to just reveal my [Space] affinity in front of Gary.

He didn’t seem surprised, and if he was, he didn’t show it.

I kept on blinking the two of us anywhere from a kilometre to half that distance so that he could properly trace Ash’s tracks.

We made some considerable progress on the first day. Though, depending on how far Ashtraz had gotten in this time, it might now be good enough.

’Ash... Please don’t do anything stupid... Please, just stay safe, for Astryza...’

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