I’m Planning to be Killed by the Heroine

Cutting through space to hide the book I had written and the unknown crown in the air was a half-impulsive action, but
having spent a lot of time with Bloody, I thought that in the situation where silence had already flowed for several seconds, she might have already noticed my action.
[ Yes, did you sleep well? ]
It was a voice that sounded slightly broken from her usual feminine voice, not echoing but with some resonance.
“Yeah.”
That’s why.
The gesture of suddenly looking around and seeming to scan me up and down made me tremble unconsciously.
[ Aureli. ]
I felt it instinctively.
I absolutely must not answer that question.
[ Answer me, Aureli. ]
“It’s a refreshing day today. I’m in a good mood too.”
I turned my creaking body as naturally as possible and walked to the kitchen.
[ Stop. Do you really want to see me angry? ]
“…….”
I wanted to put down my pride immediately and obediently follow her words.
But despite the endless continuation of emotional lines, reason still maintained calmness.
“What’s wrong?”
[ From now on, I’ll sleep by your side too. ]
No.
That, absolutely not.
Absolutely not.
My meager pride seemed to think it hadn’t been discovered until the end, so it ordered my voice to respond as calmly as possible.
“I don’t want that.”
My will was straight as an arrow.
I couldn’t show you this side of me.
The sight of my limbs being crushed, hemorrhaging, my heart crumpling and regenerating, struggling in pain until I get used to it.
How could I show you, the only one who stays by my side, the sight of me gradually losing the scent of life?
Spirits are strong and calm beings, but I can’t even begin to imagine how you would feel seeing me sunk in a pool of blood.
[Don’t think you can hide it from me forever.]
“A spirit that can’t resist sleepiness at night sure talks big.”
[ Aureli. ]
Has it been discovered? No, it doesn’t know yet. Maybe it just sensed something.
It’s just a small orb with two pairs of white eyes and no visible mouth, but seeing the black cloak surrounding it tremble, it seemed excited.
“The subspace you enter to sleep is much warmer. This house is cold, the living room, the walls, the floor.”
That was a fact I had known for quite some time.
The fortunate thing is that, for whatever reason, this spirit that’s slowly gathering strength becomes severely drowsy at night.
“So keep sleeping there.”
Being able to sleep comfortably is really a good thing.
Really.
[It’s not comfortable. Do you know how worried I am?]
“Listen to me.”
[ You’ll see. Someday you’ll follow my words. ]
That’s scary.
Is this what it feels like when a spirit gets angry? The distortion of the surrounding air felt cute in a way.
“Let’s go out. I need blood urgently today too.”
[ ······I’ll go out first. ]
If we, you and I, fell into the ‘normal’ category that people talk about.
“I’ll put on some more clothes before I go, it’s cold.”
If we were beings who could purely be surprised and bewildered by the body changing into a woman.
[ ······Come slowly. ]
In a slightly brighter world, I might have been able to be more honest with you.

But I know well that won’t happen.
“P-Please····. Please spare me····. I’ll do anything····.”
It’s comfortable.
What’s comfortable?
This body that looks like a pitiful girl.
That it’s good prey for awakened ones whose brains have been pickled by instinct.
On the other hand, it’s an appearance that can easily approach ordinary good people too.
Tearing their limbs and dyeing their entire bodies with pleasure.
The act of making the body boil to the point of no longer being human has become so easy.
This is the second one.
“Heheh····. Heh····.”
Is it okay for me to feel ecstasy at the sight of them instinctively clutching their body and trying to stop the bleeding?
Am I normal to feel relieved that this flesh won’t last long with its carotid artery deeply cut by the blade?
“Save me····.”
I approached the woman whose breathing had stopped with her last breath and pierced near her heart with the knife.
I spread my small palm and gathered the gushing blood in one place, condensing it into a red cube.
I took out the glass bottle.

Clink.
I felt better.
“Hihi····.”
[ ······Let’s go. ]
I dragged the corpse and threw it into a pile of junk in a secluded alley.
The investigation team will have quite a hard time finding it.
I lightened my body and quickly escaped from the alley. It was pitch black dawn, but it looked a bit brighter thanks to some streetlights.
From what I’ve felt over the past few days of activity, it seems the surveillance has become a bit stricter.
The association probably doesn’t have that much manpower either, are they trying to fill in with ordinary agents first?
Once a day, or once every two days when my patience is good.
There must be agents looking for me who have been active like that little by little.
Although it’s a bit different from my psychology, there are quite a few awakened ones who commit murder out of anger.
They would have needed manpower to investigate them too.
It also seemed like they gradually increased the number of people to avoid being noticed that the watching eyes had increased.
The metropolitan area must be in chaos, yet they’ve already extended their reach here.
They haven’t noticed me, have they?
Surely not.
I look like a child even at a glance.
The Association President.
Ah, the Association President might know.
If so, what a waste, since there were quite a few awakened ones who rushed at me fearlessly in this form.
It would be troublesome if this girl’s appearance gets labeled as ‘Aureli’.
I can’t do it comfortably.
I can’t easily swing the knife that has turned red, fully dyed with blood.
I can’t reduce even a little bit of the guilt for the act of trampling on their fate as they can’t resist at all, can’t even groan.
“Haah····. Haah····.”
I can’t want it.
That sight of them trembling just from encountering me, their breathing, screams, bodies convulsing in search of life, unlike their coldly frozen eyes.
“Urp, puwahak!”
I want the remnants of people who can blow away in one breath the hot liquid pooling in my mouth right now.
Only their fear and the terror they’ll spew at me.
Only those can satisfy the desire boiling throughout my body.
“Hik, heuk····.”
Should I maintain my sanity?
Is there really a need to do so?
I lowered my gaze.
Blood gushed from the man’s abdomen, cut by a bright red sickle.
I killed again.
I killed a person.
I don’t know anymore.
It’s quiet.
It’s eerily quiet all around.
The pleasure surges to the extreme and then plummets as if cursed.
“Ah, ah.”
It’s repeating again. A repeat of the same day.
I kill someone, and I brainwash myself that I’m still human.
I keep telling myself that I’m different from my past self who went mad massacring people in the hundreds.
[ ……. ]
Why.
Why aren’t you saying anything, Bloody?
You should sigh as if it can’t be helped, like you usually do.
Scold me, condemn me.
To the point where my whole body is crushed, or rather until I go insane and can die.
When did I arrive home?
When I came to my senses, it was dawn.
Not satisfied with just inserting the device into my arm, I burst the cubes and orbs condensed from blood and soaked my entire body with hot liquid.
Nevertheless, I still hear the sound of clock hands.
As if it had been waiting.
A clock only I can see, noise only I can hear.
Hour hand, minute hand, second hand.
Tick.
I must have a mental illness.
No, I must have had a mental illness since I killed someone.
Crack.
Is this punishment for that?
My heart bursting and regenerating again.
My nerves screaming and blood churning.
Is it punishing me for not being able to overcome the urge to slaughter?
“Huk.”
But it’s okay now.
I’ve brought the blood you so desired.
So give me the crown, that crown from earlier.
Hurry, give me that beautiful crown that will free me from this terrible yoke.
That crown on the last page that will lead me to death.
Crackle, thud, crunch, crunch, rattle.
What are you doing?
I said give it to me quickly.
I brought it, see? Can’t you see this bright red sea sloshing in this small glass bottle?
Shut up that damn clock hand sound and give it to me quickly. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
“Urp -”
I barely swallowed what was trying to come up from inside. I clutched my churning chest and raised my face.
This disgusting clock remained the same. It was floating still in the air as if voyeuristically watching me.
“Why····.”
Why aren’t you giving it to me?
I’ve given up on being human as you wished and knelt before desire.
It’s been years since I endured while embracing the pain of my heart bursting.
I’ve accepted living as a member of the vampire clan, losing my sense of self.
What more do you want? What more do you want from me who has already lost everything?
Or was it just a plaything all along?
“Just kill me instead.”
Crush me so that my body can never regenerate again, abandoning this hair-raising silence.
Please.
I’m begging you.
In that state, after my heart burst and I spat out countless amounts of blood with blistered lips, the clock made a short, mocking noise.
Then it turned its body again and floated the sharp blue book that had been on the floor all this time into the air.
Only then, overwhelmed with a sense of futility, I bit my lips hard and waved my hand.
The trembling, riddled with anger, stimulated the red puddle soaking the living room.
Regardless of my state, the clock staggered and spewed currents,
Light leaked from the blue book, and blood, as if possessing its own will, gathered at one point.
The gathered blood condensed and changed into a single ore.
Aided by the smoke rising stealthily from the floor, as soon as it was fitted into the center of a huge crown exuding a noble appearance,
it emitted a brilliant light.
And immediately.
Rustle.
The blue book was turned several times and headed for the last chapter.
『 Origin 』
To cut off murder, the endpoint of desire, to shatter this sickly body that recalls pain.
And to meet a sticky end.
The sharp blue book I’ve been writing for years.
Yes, the last chapter I couldn’t complete.
About Death.
Tick.
Again, the noise echoed.
Even in the situation where my heart was still aching and complaining of pain.
As if containing my wish, magic was drawn from the clock hands.
My blood, splattered abundantly on the floor, was drawn up like a waterspout.
Sucking countless letters from inside the book into the clock.
Entangling and layering with each other, as if searching for the source of my power, and as if responding to my question.
Soaked and overflowing with red liquid, letters seemingly containing magic were created in the air.
───Flash.
“····Ha.”
Really.
If I just do this.
You’ll set me free, right?
You’ll help me break free from the eternal cycle of pain and end my life, right?
It didn’t matter whether this damn clock was commanding me or playing with me who has such a wretched fate.
What filled my brain were the letters visible in front of me now.
『 Final Act── The Last Vampire. 』
So you are setting me free.
I know.
That pure vampires are truly weak beings.
To the extent of having only one life.
To the extent of losing breath if the heart is pierced.
To the extent of being able to fulfill my wish to die.
『 Ingredients: 』
“Heheheheh····. It’s done. It’s done. It’s done. It’s done. ”
As if responding to my groans overflowing with joy and ecstasy.
『 1. Blood from ten corpses with 70% assimilation rate. 』
『 2. locked. 』
These letters floating in the air began to gather and create words.
『 3. locked 』
『 4. lock···· 』
Tick.
“Shut up.”
Only then did I gain strength and swung my fist, sticky with blood, and slammed it into the clock.
“I don’t need you anymore.”
Keeek, keeeek!
This disgusting spirit, which had been twitching and screaming bizarrely like a beast with its own will.
It shattered, unable to maintain its form under my consecutive violence that had reached the endpoint of slaughter.
Only then, as if that was right,
The letters that burst out from the book finished the sentence and flashed,
Dazzling my eyes.
『 Final Act ── The Last Vampire 』
『 Ingredients: 』
『 1. Blood from ten corpses with 70% assimilation rate. 』
『 2. locked 』
『 3. locked 』
『 4. locked 』
『 5. locked 』