06-13-2008, 02:32 PM
Seventeen, Zangya, even Raditzu, they had all fallen to the game. Only nine remained. Kirano was in the final nine, a position he never would have imagined himself in. After all, he had not even intended to compete in the game. His stance on the game four days ago was different to his stance now. Four days ago, he detested Dante’s Abyss, perceiving it as a cruel game that promoted killing for the purpose of entertaining an audience, like Gladiators set to kill themselves in a pitch to please the Romans, Julius Caesar and his people. Once fused with his dark counterpart, he developed an opposite stance on the game. It was a place to hunt for prey, eliminate competition, a place to put your killing and survival skills to the test, and importantly, a place to have fun. Kirano had made the most of his experience and was now en route to the finale.
Although he had experienced a great time, perhaps even the best time of his life, the same could not be said for Phoebe, who was no doubt gutted, not only due by her boyfriends participation in the first place, but his road towards the finale. The way he had acted, killed, butchered, and that trademark pleasant glee at the hands of his destruction, she had to have seen it all. Phoebe was a whitelighter, pure of heart. Her partner had committed crimes in her eyes, done all of the things she stood firmly against. What she feared came to pass; Dante’s Abyss had changed him. This was why she was against him participating. Kirano knew there would be repercussions once he returned to the mansion, but for now, he decided not worry about them. There was nothing Phoebe could say or do that was going to change what he had done throughout the competition. He was not going to change because she wanted him to. No way, she would not have her way with him anymore. Kirano had transformed through DA. He was a solid man now, one, who a woman could not manipulate into doing things anymore. The days of being wrapped around Phoebe’s finger were over.
Come to think of it, it was their fault in the first place, he thought, referring to the women to the Civil Unrest mansion, Paige and Phoebe.
If they had not used their womanly charm into manipulating him to stop Seventeen from entering, he would be back at the mansion watching the semi final matches of the tennis French Open. Those two women had exploited his weakness as a man, only for it to backfire on them, Phoebe especially who probably wanted the game to be over with as soon as possible so that her boyfriend could come home and face up to her for his sins.
Who is she anyway, my fucking mother? To think I was going to marry a control freak. As a man I will do as I choose.
Who was Phoebe to make his decisions for him? No doubt she would lay down the law once he returned home, but he would have none of it from her. Dante’s Abyss had made a new man out of Kirano. The pushover had been buried since day one of the competition. This man no longer had any weaknesses.
For his transformation, he thanked Paige, Phoebe and even Seventeen, who was the purpose of his participation to begin with. Without those three, his route towards the finale would not have transpired. He never imagined two of his goals coming to pass on the same day. Recognition throughout the universe, it had finally come to pass. Now everyone would know his name, just as he always wanted. People would fear him, others would respect him. He had finally risen to universal fame, a status far greater than global fame. Universal fame was the highest status achievable. It was what he had always dreamed of obtaining. Finally, Kirano was the real deal. He was the man. As for his other goal, he was on the verge of winning the competition. Without those three, these goals would have been nothing but a mere dream.
Although he had experienced a great time, perhaps even the best time of his life, the same could not be said for Phoebe, who was no doubt gutted, not only due by her boyfriends participation in the first place, but his road towards the finale. The way he had acted, killed, butchered, and that trademark pleasant glee at the hands of his destruction, she had to have seen it all. Phoebe was a whitelighter, pure of heart. Her partner had committed crimes in her eyes, done all of the things she stood firmly against. What she feared came to pass; Dante’s Abyss had changed him. This was why she was against him participating. Kirano knew there would be repercussions once he returned to the mansion, but for now, he decided not worry about them. There was nothing Phoebe could say or do that was going to change what he had done throughout the competition. He was not going to change because she wanted him to. No way, she would not have her way with him anymore. Kirano had transformed through DA. He was a solid man now, one, who a woman could not manipulate into doing things anymore. The days of being wrapped around Phoebe’s finger were over.
Come to think of it, it was their fault in the first place, he thought, referring to the women to the Civil Unrest mansion, Paige and Phoebe.
If they had not used their womanly charm into manipulating him to stop Seventeen from entering, he would be back at the mansion watching the semi final matches of the tennis French Open. Those two women had exploited his weakness as a man, only for it to backfire on them, Phoebe especially who probably wanted the game to be over with as soon as possible so that her boyfriend could come home and face up to her for his sins.
Who is she anyway, my fucking mother? To think I was going to marry a control freak. As a man I will do as I choose.
Who was Phoebe to make his decisions for him? No doubt she would lay down the law once he returned home, but he would have none of it from her. Dante’s Abyss had made a new man out of Kirano. The pushover had been buried since day one of the competition. This man no longer had any weaknesses.
For his transformation, he thanked Paige, Phoebe and even Seventeen, who was the purpose of his participation to begin with. Without those three, his route towards the finale would not have transpired. He never imagined two of his goals coming to pass on the same day. Recognition throughout the universe, it had finally come to pass. Now everyone would know his name, just as he always wanted. People would fear him, others would respect him. He had finally risen to universal fame, a status far greater than global fame. Universal fame was the highest status achievable. It was what he had always dreamed of obtaining. Finally, Kirano was the real deal. He was the man. As for his other goal, he was on the verge of winning the competition. Without those three, these goals would have been nothing but a mere dream.