Thou Art I Persona Novels & Stories

This persona that is after his father. "You are wrong. I don't believe you." I shake my head at him. "Even if an opportunity present itself. You won't hurt or betray me." "And you believe that because?" "You are Zanth. My shoulder to lean on when it felt like the world is crumbling under my feet. You won't betray me, ever."

I get why she's shocked, but why is she troubled? "What do you mean?" "It's just... you're different this time." I know that. I only switched to this personality to smooth things over. I know you're troubled, but why? "W-Why do you say so?" "I l-like you... I like you more," Hahaha... What does she mean by that? I switch to this persona, so people can approach me, and I can approach them. Whenever I'm in this state, it's like I left my body for some time and let someone else use it.

"We will begin with a full biometric scan. Following that, a revision of your caloric intake. I’ve reviewed the logs from yesterday. Gelato and pickles? Inexcusable. You are not a woman right now, Seraphina. You are a vessel for the Thorne legacy. You will treat your body like the high-value laboratory it is." "A laboratory?" I felt the heat rising in my chest, that familiar, sparky rage that always seemed to ignite whenever a Thorne tried to tell me who I was. "I am a person. I am an artist. I am the woman who is actually doing the work here while you stand around in a suit that’s three sizes too small for your ego."

POV: Theo (experienced through Thelma's twin bond) The twin bond opened wider than ever before, and I fell into Theo's existence. It was like drowning in an ocean made of consciousness. Suddenly I wasn't Thelma anymore. I was everywhere. Everyone. Everything.

The flames thinned, reducing the little light in the room, Greed and Midgard's eyes glowed brighter. "Dora? Anesidora? Sigma, Gamma, Beta, The Knight, the founder of Shining Sword, all this is us, Greed. We are the daily quest who hungers for more skills every day, when we decide to take a quest with less experience but more skill as a reward, that's us. When we motivate ourselves with the system's penalties, that's also us. When someone is important to us, the will to keep them close, it's also us. It's who we are, every persona you've met is a small part of a greater being, Greed." A weak wind rose behind him and extinguished the candles. The two beings observed each other in silence in th

Theia growls hornily. “Absolutely not. He can carefully remove this work of art,” I say confidently, “before he enjoys every inch of my body!”

"You're woman I love. You're mate I chose. You're person who survived impossible. Who chose to live. Who fights by being present. You're brave. You're real. You're human. You're enough. Just being you. Without title. Without power. Without anything but yourself. That's who you are. That's everything." Tears came. Relief tears. Recognition tears. Truth tears. "I forgot," I whispered. "I forgot I was person. Forgot I was human. Forgot I existed outside of role. Outside of responsibility. Outside of everything." "I know," Thorne said. Holding me tighter. "I know. But I didn't forget. I never forget. You're always Aria to me. Always human. Always person I love. Not Luna. Not leader. Not power. J

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

“But once you leave, wouldn't that just be leaving the persona?” She nodded. “I suppose. But I could always take it with me. The world without rose tinted glasses is ugly. You just have to find your own ugly to deal with. Play the cards you're dealt. Being here was easy. It might not be for you and that's okay. But for now, it has to be.” Before I could ask another question the sound of a phone interrupted us. She dug into her pockets, viewing the message she'd just received. Her face drew cold, eyes focused, clear. She was back to that Isabella I'd met on the first day. Her persona.

"Who are you?" "The world forgot my name long ago, when hope still lived in mortal hearts. So I took a new one, carved it from the screams of the abandoned." Its long fingers curled like dead branches reaching for sunlight that would never come. "I am the Cursemaker. I am the one who weaves pain into purpose, who transforms suffering into strength."