Vincent's mind beca a battleground for self identity as he confronted the presence of Fenrir's fragnt.
Within the depths of his consciousness, shadows coiled and writhed, casting an eerie stillness over the desolate landscape.
"Vincent, you've beco powerful indeed. But let's be honest, this talent of yours, these strength, are all thanks to . I've been subtly guiding you, whispering secrets of how to fight . Did you truly believe you were a natural-born genius?" The fragnt's voice slithered through the darkness, its tone filled with sly confidence
Vincent's eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. He tightened his grip on his ice sword.
"My strength ca from my unwavering determination," he retorted, his voice filled with conviction. He could not let doubt or the fragnt's taunts cloud his resolve.
With a surge of power, he unleashed his attacked , ready to kill the enemy and free himself from this prison .
Unfortunately , the fragnt dodge it with ease.
"Unwavering determination? That's quite a claim coming from you. Don't you rember when you were just an average guy? You couldn't even muster the courage to confess your feelings to the love of your life. And now you dare speak of determination? What a joke."
"Shut up!" Vincent's voice reverberated with a thunderous roar, anger fueling his every step as he surged forward, desperately trying to catch up with the fragnt's elusive speed.
But no matter how fast he moved, the fragnt seed to effortlessly dodge all of his attacks. Its agility and reflexes were beyond anything he had encountered before, leaving him frustrated.
"And now you're getting angry, just because I'm telling you the truth," the fragnt chuckled, its voice laced with amusent.
"You may have grown stronger, but deep down, you're still the sa weak and average person. "
Vincent's fists clenched, his anger boiling beneath the surface. The fragnt's words cut deep, striking at his insecurities.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself, refusing to let the fragnt's taunts undermine his existence .
"Let's talk about what you did after you gained your power," the fragnt chuckled, its tone filled with a twisted delight.
"Instead of confiding in your best friend, sharing the truth about yourself, you chose to trust a woman you had just t—a woman who, by the way, caused your death. It's a good thing Evangeline rescued you; otherwise, you would be a science experint now," the fragnt taunted with a dark chuckle.
Vincent's expression tensed, his brows furrowing as he confronted the fragnt's accusation. He knew that it had a point, one that he had wrestled with in the depths of his own thoughts.
"You believed her because, as always, you rely too much on others, and you're too lazy to do things on your own" the fragnt sneered with a sharp edge in its voice.
"That's not true!" Vincent protested, his voice firm and resolute, pushing back against the fragnt's assertions.
"Oh, so it is not true that you have been relying on your rich billionaire best friend since you were young?"
"That you never thought of improving yourself because you're a complacent piece of shit ?"
"Or that you always daydread of becoming a sobody without putting the work?"
"And even when you got your power, you still relied on Evangeline to provide for you. What a loser!" the fragnt jeered, its voice filled with contempt.
"I..." Vincent could not utter any words.
"That's right, no matter how you deny it, you know that you're nothing but a loser," the fragnt added, its tone laced with disdain .I think you should take a look at
"That's only because I was weak before," Vincent answered, his voice filled with vulnerability.
"Weak?" The fragnt chuckled, its tone filled with amusent.
"When you were still normal, you didn't even bother to improve yourself. When you gained power, you still relied on others. And even when you beca the strongest, you still followed others like a little puppy. This isn't about weakness or strength. It's simply a matter of you being incapable of thinking for yourself."
The weight of the fragnt's words settled upon him, stirring a sense of unease. Was he truly incapable of thinking for himself? Had he been drifting through life, passively following the lead of others?
"So, tell . What's the difference if I were to take over your body? You don't even bother to think for yourself, so it's much better that you let take control. I will protect everyone on your behalf."
Vincent remained silent, his expression filled of contemplation. The fragnt's accusations struck a nerve, resonating with a truth he had been hesitant to confront.
As the fragnt's chuckle echoed, Vincent's mind churned with conflicting thoughts. The mories of his past choices and actions flashed before him, highlighting the monts when he had relied on others for guidance, when he had failed to take initiative and forge his own path.
"I have Fenrir's mories. The mont you give control, everyone will be much happier. They will love more the Fenrir who rembers them." the fragnt added, its voice dripping with arrogance and persuasion.
"No, they love !" Vincent protested but his voice was filled with desperation.
The fragnt's expression twisted, a smirk playing on its lips.
"Do they truly love you? Or do they love the image of the Original in you, the idea of what you represent to them? The idea that you are needed so they could resurrect the original ?"
Vincent's heart sank at the fragnt's words, uncertainty creeping into his thoughts. He had always believed in the love and support of those around him, but now he found himself questioning the authenticity of their feelings.
"They love ," Vincent insisted, his voice wavering slightly. "I have felt their care, their affection. We have shared monts of joy, laughter, and genuine connection. It can't all be superficial."
"Perhaps you're right. Perhaps they do love you. But ask yourself, do they love you for who you truly are, or do they love the image they have created in their minds? "
"Sophia and Nathan ..." Vincent instinctively spoke.
"Oh, don't be so naive. People are fickle creatures. They are drawn to strength, success, and the comfort you provide. But when your power wanes or your achievents fade, will they still be there? Will their love endure?"
"No.. They are different "
Floods of mories resurfaced in Vincent's mind, a torrent of monts that shaped his existence.
As he searched for soone who could justify his being, two figures erged from the depths of his recollections: Nathan and Sophia.
Nathan, his best friend since childhood, had been there through thick and thin. They had shared countless adventures, supported each other through difficult tis, and built a bond that seed unbreakable.
Nathan's unwavering loyalty and genuine care had always provided him with a sense of validation.
Sophia, on the other hand, was a newer presence in his life. She had entered with a whirlwind of passion and understanding, bringing with her a deep connection that was genuine and pure. She had waited for him when he was at his most vulnerable monts, and had embraced him with acceptance and love, reminding him of his inherent worth and strength.
"Give up, Vincent, and give full control."
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