Memoir of Min (Unauthorized)

A Story by CM

Name of Subject: Milan Rossi

Name of Recorder: XXXXXX

Permission to record: Granted

Title of record: Memoir of Min

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** Warning: Record has been declined credibility

due to signs of personal opinion...

lack of omniscience, and… Proceed only with caution

and… a state of mind that… and may be no more

than a fable.**

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Date: XXXXXX

Section 1 Part 1: Background

It has been 168 days since the population of the human race fell down to 1. A planet that had Almost 8 billion people roaming its lands, and searching its seas less than half a year ago now has only one person. Milan “Min” Rossi. It is not all that surprising, Min, after all, is and has been the strongest human on Earth since years before, as much as it is frustrating. Though not one human expected that the same week the Ones Above seemingly left the world-- taking their ‘blessings' with them-- would be when the greatest disaster mankind had ever seen would befall upon mother earth. Nevertheless, they held hope that the Humanity Alliance would be able to overcome this. Of course, without the perks given by those admittedly helpful, situationally necessary, and most definitely not wanted b******s who considered themselves god, there was only so much mere humans could do against something of that power. That power being of course what the humans went ahead to name “The True Great Calamity”, but that is a story for another time.

And so the world fell into an abyss of no possible return, a low where no way or deity could possibly save them. Some fought, while others ran. Some joined hands with the enemy to “survive”, while others accepted their fate and tried to leave with as few regrets as possible.

But the saddest part of it all remains that, even in their final moments, when their lives flashed across their eyes, when the final realization settled in, people still prayed, begged, hopped, that those self-centered, narcissistic, son of a b*****s would come down like angels and save them. Although, if one chooses to think about it, such actions make sense. Even if the Beings Above were two-faced scumbags, they were the ones that helped humanity get through its first supernatural crisis and then more. Because of them, the whole dynamic of the world shifted, with people taking over the government and other monarchs left and right, chosen for their strength and backing, rather than political intellect and dynasty. With their assistance, the human race thrived more than ever before. And to a species that worships deities that have close to no proof of existence, the Ones Above were no less than “Gods”. So when the inevitable end came to each, each but of course Min, they did what all humans do at one point or another: hope for a miracle. Even those who uncovered the true nature-- the cruelty one might even say-- of those self-proclaimed absolute beings, subconsciously wished for a sign that was never there. They longed for those hypocritical backstabbers to feel pity on the last of humankind after they knowingly left them to ruin just because they had their fair share of that world. Again, not as surprising as frustrating. But one must understand, for all it takes is but a look to realize, that such naive hopefulness is only a part of human nature.

Just as it can also be considered the Beings Above’s nature, in a way. When one watches them long enough, a simple yet harsh pattern can be detected. To salvage then abandon. To receive then forsake. Once they deem a world unworthy of their attention any longer, they will detach themselves from it, saying how it had become obvious that they were no longer needed, and wander until they stumble upon another ruined one fighting for its survival and sprinkle upon them their unconditional goodwill just so they could stroke their damned egos and get entertainment for their bored souls.

In this specific, but similar to many, case, the Ones Above deserted the universe of Earth for the cause of not wishing to involve their esteemed asses in an inconvenient situation. It wasn't as if a species made of lower but troublesome entities invading the universe they had chosen to preserve was something great beings should concern themselves with. Sickening cowards.

But alas, enough has been told about the past and too little about the now. Surely it's time to begin the real story. The story of the after.

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Date: XXXXXX

Section 1 Part 2: The aftermath

The most important thing to know about the current situation is that the enemy, or rather The Demons, in the terms of humans, have been defeated. But one can't really celebrate a victory when there is no one else to celebrate with. So when Min woke up, a fortnight after the end of the war, the end of mankind if you will, she was greeted with a serene silence rather than fanfare, in the exact place where she had fainted from exhaustion all those nights ago. The second her consciousness and senses returned, she sat up, eyes clouding in an uncannily remarkable focus. It took merely a second for her to understand the situation and another to decide the best way to proceed. Perhaps had it been someone else, they would have felt great remorse or a little prideful, or maybe not. a human’s state of mind is quite the feeble thing. All it takes to break and change it is a single sentence. Or a war. Though, of course, the somewhat formidable indifference towards the near extinction of mankind could just be a thing unique to this individual alone.

It wasn't until she stood up that the vulgar condition of her body was acknowledged. Or rather, a better word to use would be noticed. Having somewhat of a high pain tolerance is something that is as dangerous as it is helpful. While it is nothing short of necessary when fighting in the front lines, it can make one dangerously unaware of their own limitations. So when Min looked down and took in the state of her body, her reaction was nothing more than a blink of an eye. What once used to be a black colored metal armor that could defend against even the highest tier demons were now scraps barely hanging from her shoulders, stained from dried blood of … many people. Many things. The wounds of the battle were now closed off scars, noticeable in a way unpleasing to the eye, due to not being treated properly when possible. What she was truly looking at though, as barely suppressed memories rushed into her head, was her left hand… or at least, where it used to be. Where her upper arm would have been, there was a stud that looked to be in the process of healing, while the fresh color of blood mixed with dried lumps suggested that the arm - or lack thereof - had been bleeding up until a day ago at most.

It happened only a few hours before the final battle, and the annihilation of most of humanity. The objective had been to find a way to get into the heart of the enemy’s main base. They had tried such a thing only once before, and that event was all that was needed to know the difference between strengths. It would be absurd to even think of doing anything of the sort again, and had it been suggested by anyone else, it would have been immediately shut down, except when Min talks, each and every occupant of the room listens. It had been a straight-forward plan. Baiting. Naturally, if the demons were idiotic enough to drag just anyone past their defense line, then even their monstrous power wouldn't have let them dominate the human race, whether the people received help from the Beings Above or not. since It was the responsibility of a leader, and probably because she was the most ideal person for the job anyways, Min volunteered. It had caused quite the uproar, and almost all attempted to at least ask her to reconsider, regardless of their intentions while doing so. After all, a commander leaving her squad for a perilous mission such as this was risky, and quite frankly, extremely suicidal. Even if said commander was the only true hope for the planet. In the end, all had no choice other than to fall to the facts that came out of their ever-so-stoic captain.

The operation, for the most part, had gone all according to what Min had wanted. The true-to-some-extent negotiation, needless to say, failed, and as predicted, the demons had no intention to let her leave peacefully. Even the demon king, known for his cunning and shrewd way of thinking, didn't suspect enough to let the sooner than expected opportunity to destroy the last of humankind go. In his eyes, once you annihilate the queen, the soldiers would inevitably follow, and he was getting thoroughly impatient waiting for them to perish on their own. He had realized rather quickly that while they were not the most united of species, considering how many betrayed the other in the first few days, when fighting a mutual enemy under an alliance, they were not to be underestimated. And the largest menace of them all had just sat herself under his foot. Of course, Min had not gone down so easily,partly that would have ruined it all, and also because her morality just wouldn't let surrender without a fight. Once a satisfactory amount of high demons had been slaughtered, she surrendered to the King, raising his confidence in triumph in doing so. What came after was something she had foreseen and what the rest would never know.

interrogation didn't even scratch the surface. It was plain,brutal, and merciless torture. The details of that torment are too gruesome to share as of right now, the faint hearted might not be able to bear, but long story short, in a moment of anger from the king, impassive Min lost the hand that wielded her weapon.