Monster Monologue

I stare blankly into the dead horizon as I listen to these last words. I don’t even bother to look at her face, and the words are just that - they fade into nothingness, like empty promises thrown at the wind. It wasn’t their fault, just my overthinking, that lead to all of this.

Looking at the pitch black sky with no star to see and no sun to shine a brittle light, feeling no ground stable enough to stand on, sensing no air still pure to breathe and not puke with the putrid smell of flesh, fat and bones… I can’t help but think about my achievements. What did I want from the beginning? If it was this kind of world, then I’m a monster indeed, the monster who shattered reality.

- Have you… No…

The woman finally dies, joining one of the many
I’ve read somewhere that blood tastes like iron… Mine tastes like shit. I should’ve looked into the bibliography more carefully, have they ever studied the blood of the Demon King? I don’t think so.

… What is this place. No matter where I look, it’s an endless white… The opposite of the world I’ve made. Is this a place for people who died?

Suddenly, a voice enters my mind, invading from all directions.

- Carthe, you've learned a lot since the last time.

- Who are you?

- I am the world’s consciousness, just a messenger of what is about to happen, something created from nothing, that also returns to nothing. My existence is short, a millionth fragment of a second, and has no impact on reality.

- What is this place? Shouldn’t death be the end?

- Death is the end indeed. Of a test. This is the place your present self meets your former selfs, stablishes an objective and moves on to the next world.

Huh?

- The next world should have been your last before you achieved maximum clarity, but the universe needs you in the tests of many other talented individuals, with the knowledge you possess from this life,
I can hear many whispers and this is certainly not the world I’ve destroyed with my own hands, as light still shines.

The feel of someone or something touching my shoulder breaks my frozen glance.

- Teacher, are you okay?

I turn to look at the human who spoke. He called me teacher… What is happening here? It’s like nothing I did ever came to be.

- Yes, I’m fine, thank you for the concern – what did I just say? I should be torturing this human for information, maybe question all of them together… I need to find out where I am.

- It’s just… Your iris changed its color… That’s very strange – says a female, far in the back seats.

- My iris? I’ll see that at the end of class. Well, where did I stop the lesson? – just what am I thinking, playing along? That’s not me.

- Oh, you were talking about the history and use of the Word of Power. But honestly? I don’t see why we still learn about them when no one else uses them nowadays. For more powerful and precise magic, we need to make use of calculus, topography,