Liseis always questioned everything.
Why do people do this? Why do trees grow? Why do some people have this while others don't? Why were we born to be slaves to our instinct?
Liseis hated this part of her until she became eighteen. That was when she noticed something odd. Only Liseis, who questioned everything and observed everything closely, could tell.
[ God hated them and they hated God. ]
Libraries always had this.
Houses had these.
The whole damn phrase was everywhere that she got sick of it.
Since when? Since when did this sentence start appearing? Why did it appear? Why was it everywhere?
'Almost as if it encouraged people to hate the Gods.'
She saw the gaze of people who looked at the sentence over and over. Their eyes get dimmer and dimmer. They get angrier and angrier.
The only person who could hold the answers to all those questions was the 'Flamestone' of the age. This was the term used for the lone person whom everyone will hate from the moment they opened their eyes until the moment they would eternally close them.
'Then if he was an existence who is born only to be hated, does this mean that we're only existence born to hate him?'
There was only one way to know.
There was a method to see the history of a person. It was something her family had kept secret and protected for as long as she could remember.
It took her five years to prepare the method and two years to find the Flamestone.
'Was I too late? What if someone killed him already?'
The silent Luther in front of her stayed silent.
"I'm sorry it took so long," Liseis said while a smile even though she felt her body burning from the inside. "I've wanted to meet you."
Luther. This man had no idea how much she worked just to meet him.
'I pretty much gave up on my humanity at this point.'
"Why did you want to meet me?" Luther asked her. At this point, he lost interest in begging her to kill him. "Do you want to know why you want to kill me? Just so you know, I don't know anything so if you-"
"Then do you want to know?"
Luther shut up when he heard that. Liseis paused before asking again.
"Do you want to know?"
Luther inwardly answered.
'...I do. Always.'
The words didn't come out of his mouth but his gaze told Liseis everything she wanted to hear. She let out a deep sigh.
'...I wasn't too late. Not yet.'
Their thirst for knowledge was still burning.
Liseis and Luther were people who knew nothing. They were people who couldn't understand everything. But the same people wanted to understand 'something' to a certain degree.
That was enough.
"Is the pain inside you gone?" Luther's voice sounded a little softer this time.
Noticing this, Liseis smiled. "No, I still want to kill you."
"I see. But you won't?"
They locked into a staring contest. It was as if testing each other's determination. Luther was the first one to look away.
"I can't trust you."
"Then don't. I didn't come to you so you could trust me. I came for you because you may be the only person who yearned for the same thing as me."
"...And what's that?"
Liseis, with no doubt on her voice, spoke with deep determination. Luther understood this look. His already metronome heart started beating faster for the first time in a while.
"If we don't find it?" He asked.
She smirked. "I will give up and kill you."
Luther closed his eyes. He remembered the days he was skinned when he asked 'why' to people other than his mother. He remembered how much he was whipped because he breathed. He remembered those fiery eyes that didn't give in. He recalled the times he had forgotten and sighed.
This would be the last time he'll try reaching for the answers.
"Okay." Luther opened his eyes and saw Liseis grinning triumphantly. "Lead the way."
This is only about seven chapters. Probabaly the first book I completed.