Magical Girl with Demonic Time Magic-Chapter 68: Unfair

Chapter 68: Unfair
I get up, holding Ayane’s head in a tight embrace as I look at the monster. It doesn’t seem very strong it’s ridiculous that it managed to kill my sister. It must have made a cowardly attack.
"You stopped my sister’s movements with anesthesia, didn’t you? I deduce you only paralyzed her legs since you wanted to torture her. How was it? With a syringe? Or in the water served at the reception?" I ask coldly as I walk and place Ayane’s head on a high table.
"It doesn’t matter, I guess," I murmur. I know that torturing this monster won’t make a difference. My sister is already dead. I’ll kill myself, and the only ones who will remember all this will be me and Hexael.
This monster will also come back, but I can’t go back in time without doing anything. I would hate to just let this go.
Bang.
"HGGGRR!" I quickly fire a shot from the pistol into the monster’s leg when I notice its movement.
Bang, bang, bang.
I fire three more shots, each into one of its limbs, knocking the monster to the ground. It grinds its teeth to keep from screaming, and a black liquid is seeping from its wounds, corroding its flesh.
I notice that my tears, which won’t stop flowing, are also dripping to the floor and corroding the floor material.
It’s funny my tears don’t do anything to me or to Ayane’s head that I was holding before, but they corrode the floor as if it were something extremely acidic and harmful. I touch my face, feeling this viscous, sticky liquid, while the monster is on the ground trying to contain the pain. I taste the flavor of my tears.
’It’s sweet, bitter, nauseating, and a little disgusting...’ It has a sickly-sweet taste, with a strange bitter touch. The flavor is so sweet that it becomes nauseating, while the viscosity on my tongue is somewhat gross.
I make my gloves appear. It’s the first time I’ve used the uniform gloves. They are long white gloves that reach my elbows. They are to ensure that this filthy monster doesn’t have a chance to further contaminate Ayane’s memories with its impure blood.
"How long did you torture Ayane, I wonder," I murmur, walking up to the monster as it crawls on the floor. It moves the axe to try to cut my leg, but I grab the handle and pull the axe from its hands.
"There’s too much blood for it to be just Ayane’s. I’d say at least two other people died, you filthy coward," I say, kicking it. I can already imagine how it would defeat me.
When I left the room and saw what had happened, I would try to find the culprit, end up finding it, and become unstable. During that time, the other monster would probably attack me by surprise, taking advantage of my vulnerability.
However, I discovered the other monster’s disguise very early, so I didn’t try to protect it or keep it hidden, but rather threatened it with the gun, which made it flee through the window.
So it was just this monster, which isn’t that strong. It was a good plan, no doubt. If I hadn’t discovered the other one, it probably would have worked, and I would have been hit from behind.
"AAAAHHHR!" The monster lets out a strange scream as I cut its arm off with the axe.
"Was that how Ayane screamed? I don’t believe so. Ayane’s voice is beautiful. This poor imitation is unpleasant," I murmur, listening to this unpleasant sound. I move the axe, cutting off the other arm with a swing as the monster tries to crawl away.
"Are you holding back the screams? Why? Do you think I’ll get bored? I’m already bored. I can say that this is not fun." My tears won’t stop. I’m sad, I’m angry, and it’s reflected in the silent tears streaming down my face.
I continue the motion and cut off the monster’s legs with powerful swings of the axe. The blows are so strong that the axe handle cracks and the blade chips in some places.
I turn the monster’s body over, facing its bizarre mouth and bulging eyes. It soon uses its back to jump up and try to bite me, which is effective. I’m not in the best state of mind to dodge.
It bites my arm, tearing half of it off, and then spits the arm out as it feels its mouth melting. It screams desperately, while I don’t make a sound, simply dropping the axe on the floor.
I don’t know, it’s strange. It hurts, but at the same time, it doesn’t. An arm is not necessary. I’m going to kill myself, and this arm will come back anyway. No blood flows from the missing part of my arm.
A viscous black liquid is what drips to the floor. That’s why the monster didn’t eat the arm all it did was spill this corrosive liquid on its own body.
I see how it twists and struggles, trying to remove it, but without arms and legs, it’s difficult. I raise the remaining arm and let this liquid flow, falling on it, which increases its pain.
"That hurts, doesn’t it? I’m in pain too. Ayane was in pain too. I guess we’re just suffering from a bittersweet karma."
I don’t know if this liquid is my blood. I’ve been injured before, and I can say that my blood is still red. But now, at this moment, just like my tears, my "blood" is just this viscous thing.
Maybe it’s the fault of my body. A lot of this liquid is coming out, but I don’t feel anemic or dizzy from the excessive loss of this liquid. In fact, it doesn’t seem to be missed.
I wonder what that malicious demon did to my body, and I wonder if I can still be called human.
But I’m not satisfied with this monster’s screams. I pass my remaining hand over my face, soaking the gloves in my tears, and without mercy, I pass my fingers over the stump of the monster’s right arm.
"AAAAHHH Y-YOU BITCH!!" The monster finally says something as the flesh of the remaining arm dissolves with the touch of my glove.
"Don’t you like being tortured? It’s bad, isn’t it?" I say ironically, shoving my finger deeply into its flesh as it writhes, spitting blood due to what is already corroding its mouth.
"I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!!!" It screams at me as I pull my hand back a little, still needing to try other things.
"No, you won’t kill me, because you’re weaker than me. You need cowardly means to hunt humans, but such means are useless against me. You’re desperate because you’re dying."
"GGGYYAARRR!" It lets out a bizarre scream as I stick my finger into its eye, piercing it while the black liquid corrodes the eye socket.
"My tears are painful, aren’t they? I hope with them you feel a little of the pain I feel now." This is not fun, this is not pleasurable, it’s just boring.
There is no enjoyment in torturing it, and yet I can’t wipe this smile off my face.
"A-Agreement! Let’s make a deal!" It says desperately. It’s quite resilient to still be able to think normally even in this situation.
"AAAAHHH!" It lets out another scream as I pierce its other eye with my finger.
"Just hearing that you want a deal is an insult to me. How dare you want a deal after killing Ayane? Aren’t you feeling too arrogant? And your voice irritates me. This ridiculous imitation is painful to hear."
"Y-You bitch! Filthy whore," it says in an even more distorted voice as I extend my missing arm, pouring the black liquid into the eye socket hole.
It lets out a scream as it struggles even more desperately. With that, I take a step back and stand up.
"Even if I do nothing, you’ll die. But it doesn’t make sense to let you die so quickly. We’ve only been here for a few minutes. You haven’t suffered even half of what Ayane suffered," I say, annoyed, as I go to the severed head.
"Apologize to her," I say as I approach, holding Ayane’s decapitated head with care and affection. As I imagined, the head is not affected by this black goo.
Even if my glove touches the head, it doesn’t dissolve or bubble. I know that this goo is my obsession for Ayane, and it seems that my obsession is worse than I ever imagined.
’I wonder if I’m a danger to Ayane...’ I know I can recognize that I’m dangerous in this state.
"Say, apologize for killing her," I say, kicking the monster.
"S-Sorry!! S-Sorry for killing her!" It says desperately, trying to save its life somehow.
"No, no, no, that’s not good. It’s horrible, you filthy worm."
"HAAAAGGGGHHRR!" It lets out a scream when I move my arm, pouring more of this acid on it. Other monsters would have already died, and I know this. It seems that the corrosiveness of my obsession depends on my desire to kill the target.
Since I don’t want to kill it yet, the corrosion is only enough to be painful and slowly erode the surface.
"You have very big eyes," I murmur, crouching down where the head should be, but there is only a neck with nothing.
I aim and then completely insert my severed arm into the eye, up to my shoulder, approaching the monster. The monster struggles madly as this black goo is poured directly inside.
My "blood" flows in there, giving it no chance to escape or attack in any way. It’s unpleasant to feel the inside of it on what’s left of my arm.
After what I judge to be 3 minutes of the monster thrashing, it stops completely. It seems to have died, unable to withstand being dissolved from the inside.
"This is not enough... this is unfair," I remove my arm, stepping back and falling to the ground, dirty with the monster’s blood, Ayane’s, and this black liquid. I hug Ayane’s head tightly.
"Why did I fail? Hexael warned me, I knew something would go wrong, so why did I still fail?" This keeps going around in my head without stopping.
My heart seems to tighten as my tears increase, but I still don’t make any sound of crying. I don’t have permission to cry for the stupid mistakes I made myself.
I carefully hold the head while leaning in a little to see Ayane’s face between my breasts, cold, eyes still open and frightened, but without any life.
"Ayane, what am I doing wrong? Why does everything go wrong? Why is everything so difficult when I just want to protect you? Is it so wrong to just want to protect you above all else?"
"Or am I being too stupid? Is Hexael really right? Should I kill people and commit crimes to protect you? What should I do?" It’s a dilemma.
If I become what Hexael wants me to be, I’ll be so dirty and filthy that I feel I’ll drag Ayane down with me in my failures. Ayane would never want to know about this, and I’m well aware of the hypocrisy of the things I do and say.
But if I don’t become what Hexael wants me to be, I feel it will be impossible to keep Ayane safe.
"Setsuna, then why don’t you ignore the problem?" I hear Hexael’s voice and see him appearing next to me as I lie on the dirty floor.
"...?"