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Chapter 11: Endurance Born of Pain III
Chapter 11: Endurance Born of Pain IIISeiya sat on the cold floor beside his bed, his vacant gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The creak of his metal door jolted him from his reverie, drawing his attention to the imposing figure of his father entering the room.
The man loomed in the doorway, his stern expression casting a shadow over his son.
"Another session today" his father announced coldly, his gaze sharp and unyielding.
Seiya offered no response, his disinterest palpable.
Undeterred, his father stepped forward, hands clasped firmly behind him. "It's been over a week, and you still wallow in this pathetic state. I gave you space, hoping you'd regain your senses, but enough is enough!" His voice cut through the air, sharp with reprimand.
His father's eyes narrowed as he leaned in ever so slightly. "Perhaps you'd like news of your siblings?"
The question pricked at Seiya's silence, compelling him to lift his gaze. The faintest flicker of interest betrayed him, earning a triumphant smirk from his father.
"Ah, I thought that might get your attention," the man continued. "Here's the story: I've been opening gates more frequently to ensure your siblings resume their duties. Surprising, isn't it? After all, gates can only be opened by monsters." He paused, his tone shifting to one of smug satisfaction.
"You may not fully grasp it, but there are rules that govern our world. Gate-opening is one of them."
He paused to clear his throat. "The fact remains —In this world, gates cannot be opened by mere mortals—not even by the esteemed 24 Elders. Only monsters possess that power. But I... I am the exception."
Pride gleamed in his eyes as he continued. "I made a breakthrough six years ago after years of re
The serum coursed through Seiya's veins like liquid fire. His breath ceased in his lungs and his chest jerked up—a fast upward lurch like one getting defibrillated only to slam his back down the next minute before a guttural scream tore from his throat.
Pain seared through him, unbearable and unrelenting. His body convulsed violently, muscles spasming as blood seeped from his eyes, ears and nose.
Seiya's mind spiraled into chaos. His thoughts fragmented, drowning in agony.
Why? Seiya found himself asking the same familiar question.
Why has it always been like this for me?
Memories flashed — a teacher once telling him that children were meant to live carefree lives while their parents bore the burdens.
But HE had never known such peace. His life had been nothing but torment.
Desperately, his hands clawed at his neck, an act to relieve the itch, the skin peeling away under his nails. He felt his flesh rotting beneath his touch.
Realizing his attempt to relieve a little of his pain caused him more, Seiya could only leave his hands shaking and seizing about.
Through the haze of pain, Seiya wondered whether he had offended his father when he was too young to remember because he could think of nothing else.
It must be so. I must've forgotten because I'm not very intelligent.
Seiya's body is wrapped in pain, agony and guilt.
Tears mingled with the blood streaming from his face as his lips trembled, the same words escaping over and over in struggle.
"Fa..ther. I'm...sorry. I-I'm....sorry"
The words came out broken, barely audible, but he repeated them over and over, clinging to the hope that his pleas might soften his father's heart to give him even the littlest taste of freedom from his suffering.
They didn't.
Mr. Sanio stood unmoved, watching his son writhe and convulse with a detached curiosity.
Seiya's body slowly succumbed to the unimaginable pain, his desperate cries slowed, his body seizing in one final convulsion before going still.
His father lingered for a moment, studying his son's rigid form — fingers and toes curled, mouth agape, blood pooling beneath him.
Without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving Seiya behind.