Durarara Vol. 2

Prologue

Prologue: A Breath Of Crimson 

Her love was extremely twisted.

It was so badly rusted to the extent that it could no longer be helped.

And her endless persistence—

Was in fact nothing more than a longing that was ignorant and idiotic, and extremely superficial.

—I love humans the most.

—Who do I love you ask? No, that’s not what I meant! I love all the humans on this earth!

—What do I love about them? Don’t ask me such a vulgar question! I love everything, everything about them!

—I love that steaming hot blood that courses through their body and turns from such vibrant colours to a bemiring, dull black!

—I love those strong muscles of theirs that are clearly so soft, yet can harden to the extent that they’ll just snap!

—I love the unparalleled delicateness of that coarse, hard bone that is so fragile and yet so sharp!

—I love the viscid cartilage that follows, its quavering springiness, both so supple and refreshing!

—I love the throat that can make a crisp sound for you to voice your love when we meet!

—I love those eyes that tears flow from in response to my love!

—When my love reaches its climax…I’ll love the cut of your split flesh even more!

—Everything, I love everything about humans! Understand?

—That’s right, of course I love you too. However, I cannot ‘love’ you.

—But you must love me.

—That’s right, it’s all one-sided.

—You can only love me, but I can love everyone else besides you.

—It’s a twisted love triangle.

—Ah, you want to abandon me? Hate me? You want to use me and then toss me aside like a broken sock?

—But you can’t help but love me, right?

—You can’t help but be intoxicated by my power, right?

—It’s fine, just go ahead and love me, because you have the freedom to.

—But I won’t love you. No, it’s because I can’t love you.

—As long as you hold me in your hand, I can only love the humans you want to cut.

—Don’t do it, don’t slit your stomach.

—It’ll be hard finding another person who’ll love me...

Her love was extremely straightforward.

Smooth and keen.

Casting the shadows of all those that she loved on her own body.

And then cutting away everything—

Internet chatroom

【Demon blade?】

《That’s right! It’s a demon blade! Does Taro-kun know about that?》

【Even if you ask me whether I know about it…Setton-san’s not too clear about stuff like that right?】

[Demon blade…is it something like the Muramasa?]

《That’s not it, Setton-san! That kind of thing just brings misfortune to the owner. A demon blade is totally different! It’s like something in a manga, where once the blade is held, it’ll possess the holder and then go on a slashing spree!》