Call me anything whore, vile, witch Cause I don't mind being dirtied with the blood of a bitch ────── {⌘} ────── Why do you fight? I've been asked that question many times. To feel something? To stay alive? Or for someone? But any loyal servant would follow their master's command. Especially if it's their last request. "Y/n using my last command seal, I want you to fight like it's your last battle and always win" he said as he coughed out blood. His lips curling into a tired smile. "Take care my faithful servant and I love you" were his last words before he fell to the ground. "As you wish, master" This is her life, to fight until she perishes. But that's how she had been living her whole life, she knows nothing about her dreams or where she came from. But after she meets her next master, he'll teach her things that she always thought was unnecessary. "I always thought I might be bad, now I think that it's true" ────── {⌘} ────── [Read in Dark Mode for aesthetic purposes] [A/n: this story is undergoing some revisions, I hope that's okay]