50th life

"Ah, a very familiar feeling, looks like I'm alive again, I must've done something terrible to the gods to be punished like that. How many times has it already been, how many lives have I lived?. I've lost  count 30? 60? It doesn't even matter anymore"

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3 years pass by pretty fast as always, I'm stuck in a capsule of time where the time seems to run fast but at the same time freeze. This time I seem to have a pretty normal family at least for now, a normal father and a normal mother, a drama-free family with no other relatives. But I still shouldn't let my guard down yet they still have time to change at a 350 degree, wouldn't be the first family to start normal and slowly getting crazy and toxic. Well I guess I'll just enjoy the peace for now.

The noises wouldn't let me sleep, looks like this life will be over faster then expected, by the sound coming from the living room seems like I`d be killed by robbers. I woke up from the bad and calmly went to the living room finding two dead bodies surrounded by a pool of blood that horrible smell and colour bring back some horrible memories, as I looked to the left side  there stood a guy with completely black eyes no white to be seen and a big scar on his right side of the face, he was definitely not human, when he looked at me he put an evil smirk on his face and was proudly showing me his hand with long black claws full of blood but I had little to no reaction to his confident behaviour, I could kill him in a matter of seconds but what was really the point in doing that. After seeing no reaction coming from me but rather a bored expression on my face he took the initiative to speak  " It's quite a loss having to kill such a pretty face like yours I'm sure you would've turn out to be a rare beauty " putting the accent on kill by trying to make me realise that he was going to kill me and finally give him the reaction he waned. But that reaction never came. " Don't you wanna know why I'm doing all this?" he said " Your so called mate wants you death and  he send me to kill you, so he can finally get the woman he loves to come back to him" he said it in an amused tone.

"For your boss to send you to kill a 3 years old girl and for you to proudly accept it, I must say you are quite pathetic, but you know what they say you attract what you are, a coward being surrounded by cowards" and gave a little sarcastic laugh

He took out a Dagger and stabbed me in the heart. I looked him dead in the eyes, smirked, to which he briefly lost his composure and saw what you may call fear in his eyes. After that I put him in flames and he started screaming and fussing around. He then disappeared. He most likely went back to his boss. People will never change, that's something you get to learn in 1000 years of being alive in so many different types of worlds. I then looked at my chest. The dagger was still there and I was bleeding, a sign I was dying. I lied down waiting to pass away yet again but as my  eyes were slowly closing I saw a woman surrounded by a light so bright that it made it unbearable for my eyes. I finally closed my eyes and died.