My World Traveling System: The Harbinger Of Death

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His first encounter with his father came horribly for the young Bernard, and his heart only became more shattered that day, as he ran away back to his room, drowning himself on his own tears. It seemed that there was nobody in this world that wanted him other than the people of this house. Everyone, always, without exception'¦ hated him for his looks, or for things he didn't even understand.

"W-Was I'¦ the cause of my mother's death? Was it because I am ugly and sickly? I killed my mother?" he cried. He couldn't help but feel horrendously guilty after knowing the truth his grandma hid from him.

He suddenly felt so horrible that he ran downstairs and greeted his father once more, who was still discussing with his grandmother about him.

"I can't believe you've been raising that'¦ thing." He said.

"H-He's not a thing! How can you be so cold-hearted with your own son?! Your blood runs through his veins!" roared his grandmother.

"Y-You're just delusional! You can't simply cope with the death of Maria with that horrendous thing! I have no son!" said his father.

"F-Father'¦!"

Bernard rushed towards his father, as his father looked at him hatefully.

He suddenly kneeled before his father as he shocked him, his grandmother was also shocked.

"Father, I am sorry for killing my mother! I didn't wanted to'¦ I didn't wanted to be born like this! I didn't wanted to be ugly'¦ And sickly'¦ I am sorry'¦! Please'¦ Please kill me! It's the only way that I can amend for my sins'¦ for the sins of my existence'¦ Kill me! Please kill me!" he supplicated his father to kill him desperately, as if he didn't wanted to live anymore!

Even his horrible and cold-hearted father had never seen a man sorrowfully ask another to take their life!

"W-What'¦?"

"Kill me! Please kill me! Cut my head, slice my throat! I don't want to live anymore'¦ this life is a torture'¦! Kill me so I can at least'¦ bring you happiness with my death!" he sorrowful supplicated.

His father suddenly looked at his son with disgust mixed with pity, he had never felt so mixed in his entire life!

"Bernard!" roared his grandmother, as she slapped the boy's face and brought him back to reality.

"Agh'¦ G-Grandmother'¦?"

She suddenly hugged her grandson tightly, as she began to cry sorrowfully.

"Never say that again! NEVER! You're not alone here! You've got me'¦ E-Even if I am a decrepit old woman'¦ I love you as my son! I don't want you to die! It would'¦ cause me so much pain to see the son of my daughter die! Never say that again, you foolish kid!"

"Ahh'¦ Grandmaaa'¦ Sniff'¦"

Bernard hugged his grandmother tightly, as the two began to cry.

"No matter what others say, to me, you're a beautiful boy'¦ Deep inside, you're a kind-hearted man! Never'¦ forget that!"

"Grandma'¦"

Bernard's father looked at the scene while gritting his teeth, he couldn't think of anything at this moment, his pity surpassed his disgust, as he clicked his tongue and walked away in silence, never coming back again'¦

After that day, Bernard tried to change a bit, but even then, sorrow always ate away his mind and his destroyed heart. The young boy walked through a path of dark thoughts and depression, as his mind slowly grew insane and distorted over the years.

However, his grandmother kept him sane, always with her motherly love'¦ until the very last day of her life. She lied there sleeping, her smile calm like the breeze, but she was no longer here.

At the age of 87, his grandmother passed away a peaceful evening, with her servants, a portrait of her daughter, and her grandson holding her hand tightly'¦

Everyone was moved to tears that day and cried for an entire week.

After her death, Bernard felt destroyed inside and outside, it felt as if the last thing that kept his sanity was gone, and his dark thoughts and innermost malice cultivated through the hatred of the world against him had finally let free, even if he didn't truly wanted'¦

Everything his grandma owned was inherited to him, and he had the option of living a peaceful life on this home, the home he had grown since he was a kid.

But deep down, Bernard looked for excitement and to unleash the hatred the world had given to him. He secretly delved into the dark arts of magic that his grandma's friend, a witch, had taught her a bit, he found her books, her magical incense, and her magical tools, and began to practice magic until he mastered it over the years.

The dark magic of poison and toxins, so he could bring the most painful of ends, such as the pain of his entire life until now.

And since then, aside from the infamous crimes of Jack the Ripper, there was another mysterious figure in the shadows, a man that took vengeance in every single person that made him suffer, and even ultimately taking the life of his own father, as poison consumed the bastard's heart.

His son looked at his own father with a pleasant smile.

"S-Son'¦ How'¦ can you'¦?!" muttered his father, finally calling him like this on his last moments.

But alas, at this point, it didn't caused him anything.

"You should had killed me when you had the chance'¦" he said, as he threw the old man into the ground, his heart slowly stopped beating, as he looked at the child he never recognized and blamed for the death of his beloved wife take his life ruthlessly'¦

After that, he didn't do any more crimes, and hid himself in the outskirts of the country, until one fateful day, werewolves suddenly attacked the small village where he lived, where he had met people that was simpler and somehow more accepting of him.

He couldn't help but jump outside his tower and go aid them with whatever tools he had, and in such an event, he met the Vampires who were persecuting these werewolves, and also Clementine and Gustavo'¦

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