In another world as my waifu #2: DDD GIFT

Chapter 136: Evangeline.

Deep inside her mind, a maid fell.

She fell after being swallowed by the currents of her own mind.

She fell after heeding the unholy words of a wrathful preacher.

She fell after being thrown there by the Absurd...just like she promised.

Thus...she fell, deeper and deeper into a sea of red darkness.

Her eyes were closed, for she slumbered.

Her body was limp, for her strings had been cut.

Her heart was numb, for its wounds were ripped open creating the sea.

Thus...she fell, deeper and deeper into the abyss.

As she did, the currents passed through her.

One washed away her present, bathing her in the memories of her past, bringing him back.

One washed away his past, bathing him in the memories of his present, bringing her back.

Soon, the sea was no longer dark, for the lights of the maid's memories filled its bloody waters.

Thus...she fell, deeper and deeper into herself.

Soon, her doubts, her self-deprecation, her guilt, her fears, her hate, her anger...appeared around the slumbering maid.

They appeared with the form of ravenous creatures of the sea.

Her doubts slithered their way towards her, their form was as serpentine as doubts always are. And while they were small, they were many.

So, they bit her, all at the same time, all over her body.

"Why do I keep going?"

"Why do I keep fighting?"

"Why do I keep healing others?"

"Why am I still alive?"

"What is my reason?"

"What makes it worth it?"

With each piece of her that they took, they replaced it with a question, one that played over and over and over in a never-ending cycle.

Soon, her body was riddled with such doubtful patches, each one of them connecting with the others and turning into a chorus of uncertainty.

And yet, the maid still slumbered.

Filled, her doubts left, and her self-deprecation took their place as it swam towards her, its form was that of a distorted reflection of the maid.

One that seemed like a mermaid...a mermaid of the deep, with teeth and eyes similar to those of an angler fish and with sharp claws adorning her webbed hands.

Claws with which to claw at her, just like self-deprecation always does.

And that time was not different, for it mercilessly clawed at the falling maid again and again and again and again.

"I'm a pathetic piece of surviving trash."

"I'm a fool who couldn't see what was in front me."

"I'm a death sentence."

"I don't deserve to be blessed."

"I don't deserve to have them as my friends."

"I don't deserve a second chance."

"I'm not worth saving."

With each piece she clawed away, she replaced it with a self-deprecating declaration, one that voiced itself over and over and over again.