[ Official translations for her brothers' names are Achille and Deon versus the Ashil and Dion in the scanlations.
(cw: blood, fratricde)
You are fifteen years old, and you have to take a special examination that all your siblings take when they reach this age. Your brother, Achille—the only family member you could believe loved you without reservations—failed it, and he is no longer around.
When you see who you must kill, the sword in your hand drops, and you fall to the ground.
You know you want to survive. You must survive.
It is only the appearance of Deon, the brother who killed Achille, that spurs you forward. You turn all your ugly and dark emotions, all your despair, all your weakness into anger and hatred for this boy in front of you.
You pick up the sword, and you cry. Silent tears fall, as blood spills, but you can't allow Deon to take Achilles' life again—even if it's an illusion. You can't allow someone to take someone you loved away again.
You kill your heart. You kill your brother.
You are covered in the blood of what remained of the softest parts of heart.
You are an Agrece. You hate yourself, and you don't know if you could hate yourself more. ]
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(cw: blood, fratricde)
You are fifteen years old, and you have to take a special examination that all your siblings take when they reach this age. Your brother, Achille—the only family member you could believe loved you without reservations—failed it, and he is no longer around.
When you see who you must kill, the sword in your hand drops, and you fall to the ground.
You know you want to survive. You must survive.
It is only the appearance of Deon, the brother who killed Achille, that spurs you forward. You turn all your ugly and dark emotions, all your despair, all your weakness into anger and hatred for this boy in front of you.
You pick up the sword, and you cry. Silent tears fall, as blood spills, but you can't allow Deon to take Achilles' life again—even if it's an illusion. You can't allow someone to take someone you loved away again.
You kill your heart. You kill your brother.
You are covered in the blood of what remained of the softest parts of heart.
You are an Agrece. You hate yourself, and you don't know if you could hate yourself more. ]