Chapter 2: Sophia and Euphemia

A/N: tw, implied sa, slight violence, men in general

"Sophia! Sophia, are you okay?!" The woman in front of me is disheveled from her hair and down to her clothes, like someone was trying to take it off. I feel something like dread brewing in the pit of my stomach. And true to my dread, the man starts grabbing the woman and dragging her somewhere, her hands keep trying to reach me but I'm still confused and shocked of what's going on.

God, you freaking bastard.

"Please, help my sister!"

I turn my head to the direction of my right ear where I hear the voice louder. And alas, alas, another variable that makes me more confused comes up.

It's another girl. But she's transparent. A ghost?

"I am Sophia, I owned the body you are now inside of! I will explain everything to you, just, please help my sister first!"

I stand up, wobbly at best. I keep trying to stretch my hands because they don't feel mine right now.

"Look at you, trying to fight it… don't worry, Euphemia, you're going to feel good if you just let me… and maybe I'll fuck your sister after you… but she's quite ugly, though…"

"SOPHIA! SOPHIA, RUN!"

"HELP MY SISTER!"

I grab the very first thing my hands get a hand on, which is a basket of corn, apparently, and whips it to the man's head and he stumbles sideways with a groan and a thud. "Shut up! I'm trying to think!"

The sister looks at me with a shocked look on her face.

Anyway, I kick the bastard just because kicking him straight to his stomach gives me pleasure, like how one uses a stress ball when someone is stressed. "What the fuck were you saying, you fucking bastard?" My mouth makes a hissing sound at the end of that sentence. "You want to fuck me, huh?" I kick him again. "You're going to force —" I look at the woman and the ghost whispers, Euphemia, " — Euphemia to pleasure yourself?"

The man just groans but then he meets my eyes. His face scrunches angrily and he probably is about to do something terrible, I don't know, like talk about getting revenge or how blah, blah, blah and listen, third rate villains are just that, third rate. Why do I need to listen to him? So kicking him in the face to render him asleep is the most rational decision I have at that moment. His face falls with a thud.

"Sophia…?" Euphemia asks, looking up at me. She's so pretty. I kick the bastard again for good measures.

"You need to leave! Someone is going to be in the warehouse in five minutes." Ghost-Sophia reminds me. "If they see you guys here…"

I offer a hand to Euphemia and say, "Let's go."

"We're leaving Clyde here?" She asks.

"LEAVE HIM TO ROT!"

"He'll be fine."

Euphemia hesitates, but does grab my hand. When I try to pull her up, she hisses in pain.

"What's wrong?"

"It's my ankle. It… it hurts…"

"We don't have time!"

"I need to carry you. I'm gonna turn around, can you still at least jump on my back?"

"I can try."

"Good enough." I turn my back on her and bend my knees. It takes a lot of rustling around, and making me pained noises but we succeed after a few tries. I open the door to the warehouse and run as fast as I can but it's hard to do so when it's way too dark.

"I'll tell you where to go, just go forward for at least thirty steps."

Euphemia says, "You're bleeding."

"Clyde threw my body against the wall…" Ghost Sophia explains. "You need to turn left here to get back to the house!"

"I don't think it's that bad." I murmur as a reply to Euphemia.

"It's bleeding a lot. Half of your hair is covered with it!"

"I cut my hair, so right now, you look like a coconut so it's not really that bad."

I glare at Ghost Sophia.

"Turn right!"

What is going on?

Honestly, considering the look of the warehouse, I considered the look of the house and expected a bit from it. And yet, it still surprises me. How does it look like a replica of Resident Evil: Village? Except it doesn't have blood stains on them, and that's not a compliment or whatever.

I put Euphemia down in what seems to be the living room of this house and she grabs my arm to keep me from leaving. "What?"

"What do you mean what? You're bleeding!"

But it doesn't really hurt… "I'll get some clean water for you and for me."

That seems to get through her and she lets me go.

What's good about this house is that there's not much room for me to mistake where the kitchen is. In the sink is a small bucket but no water. I grab it and look around where I find two doors. I open one, it's the toilet. It smells like Hell. And the other opens me to the backyard. There's a small farm and a well. I walk towards the well and grab the rope with a bucket attached to it. I slide it all the way down and while I think it will give me a hard time just pulling it up, I didn't have that kind of problem whatsoever. Which also reminds me of how light Euphemia is. She does look like a petite woman but even then, she should be at least half of this body's weight.

"I'll explain it later on." The Ghost Sophia says. "Just… go for now."

I look at Ghost Sophia. She's right. I pour the water into the bucket I brought and immediately go back inside the house. There are two kitchen towels on top of a shelf so I grab those and walk towards the living room.

Euphemia is starting to take off her clothes when she sees me.

I hurriedly help her out.

"We should burn these clothes…" Euphemia suggests.

"Sure. Wait, let me get a change of clothes. Where are —"

"Second door near the kitchen!"

I huff and glare at Ghost Sophia. She slowly hides away.

"Sophia?" Euphemia tilts her head.

"I'll be back."

I walk away with Ghost Sophia following me.

"Look, I'll tell you anything you need to know!" Ghost Sophia exclaims as I enter the room. "And my clothes are on the dresser on the left, Euphemia's on the right, oh, and, I met God."

"How can I believe you?" I grit my teeth and angrily snap the door of the dresser. 

"God said you might say that so He says, He will personally descend if you doubt it."

"Yep, that's Him." I grab two clothes and close it with a thud.

I immediately walk out the room and Euphemia starts cleaning her exposed skin. Anyway, it's just tedious work where we clean ourselves and change our clothes. I burn the clothes we take off, by the way. It's cold at night here.

Lastly, Euphemia cleans the injury at the back of my head. The water feels cold and the rug is way too rough to be touching anything gently but it's Euphemia's sniff and silent cry that I never voiced out any complaints.

"How big is it?" I ask to change the subject.

Euphemia clears her throat. "Not big. It just looks like a paper cut. I'm just cleaning the blood that's all over your hair."

I look up, to find Ghost Sophia in front gazing fondly and a little bit saddened at her sister.

…what the fuck is going on?

"I'm done. I don't think we need to put a bandage on it." Euphemia declares. When I turn to look at her, she sighs quietly. She's tired, I know. Ghost Sophia nods when I try to ask her with my eyes.

"Let me help you go to bed." I say.

Euphemia's eyes widen. "O-okay." She gulps. "Ah, Sophia… if it's alright, can we sleep together? Like we did when we were kids?"

"Tell her you just need to lock the doors first and you'll come back."

"I have to do something first after I put you to bed. Is there anything you want? Snacks, maybe?"

Euphemia shakes her head.

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This time, I just princess-carried her. Which shocks me internally. My face probably looks unfazed.

"We should sleep in Dad and Mom's room. The bed is bigger there."

I whip my head towards Ghost Sophia.

"Our mom is dead and our dad is an asshole."

I enter the room anyway and lay Euphemia down. I tuck her in and smile awkwardly. "I'll be back."

"Okay."

I close the door firmly when I walk out and glare at Ghost Sophia.

"You might want to sit. This will take a while."

*

"Originally, I should have been dead in that warehouse but it was a few minutes after  Clyde threw me. That's how I met God and Jesus. Because they needed my body that was still alive but almost at death's door, apparently, but can't you believe He's real, like I was so shocked when I met someone so powerful and please, don't glare at me, I was just saying."

Sighing, I say. "Just get on with it."

"Okay. So, uh, by then, They ask me if I want to make a deal. They will help me save my sister, who… Clyde succeeded in tainting and it was a whole thing, they got married because she got pregnant —" she breathes in heavily. And then she laughs humorlessly. "It felt like a joke when I got to Heaven and found out what happened to my sister. Anyway, like I said, the deal was I give you my body, you will take care of my sister. If not, I can forcibly kick you out but…" she looks down at her transparent hands. "I see you. You took care of her better than I did when I was alive."

She reminded me of someone in my first life. My younger brother who acted like every adult in his life had wronged him. We all understood it was just him being a teenager but I remember when I died back then, he was with me, I never saw him cry so much.

"She knows you love her." is what I settled to tell her.

Ghost Sophia continues with a smile. "Anyway, I should probably tell you that you have Awakened."

"Awakened?" I ask.

"That, I can explain to you. So here in Farawa, there are two different kinds of humans. Those who are not Awakened and those who are. People who are not Awakened are just normal beings, with normal strength and normal everything else. Just like my sister and I, and that's why we live here. In towns, there are discrimination going around with people like us. Most people here have not Awakened. And then, there are people like you, people who have different strengths than us. For example, I know someone who is Awakened and their power is to control fire and even make fire without using tools except for 'mana' that all Awakened people have. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes." Actually, I can already tell it's like those overpowered main characters that are Knights with magical power, or hunters with systems or mages with their magic…

"Awakened people get more priority in this world. From what I heard, only Awakened people can be nobles."

"Right. Discrimination. Love to know it exists here too."

"Here?"

"Nevermind that. Continue."

Ghost Sophia blinks before shrugging. "Alright. So, anyway, you have Awakened. Congratulations! But may I ask, what did you Awakened with?"

"Probably the power of Alchemy." I answer.

Ghost Sophia gasps. "Seriously? With those, you can be a blacksmith or a craft maker? That's good, right? Do you think it's good?"

"It's good, don't worry." Then, I remember. "Did They tell you how I can activate it?"

She nods. "Yes. They just say Hell's Handbook. They explain about how nobody upstairs is able to spare more of their powers so they asked the dude down."

I roll my eyes. "Of course, they did."

"Hey, just… promise me you'll take care of my sister, okay? I am above begging for you to do what I want."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of her." I pause. "But, can you tell me a bit about your family? I mean, if Euphemia asks and I can't answer, wouldn't that be weird?" 

Sophia swallows but nods hesitantly. "I'll tell you."

It's a picture of a family that I often see even in modern times. Her father had two wives. Sophia's mother was the first wife and she didn't get pregnant for a while. This seemed to piss off her father, who wanted someone to carry on his 'legacy' which meant he wanted a son. Anyway, his father asked the village's chief, who may I add, thought it was a good enough reason for her father to find another wife. That was where Euphemia's mother came in.

"My mother or Euphemia's wanted to get married with our father, by the way." Sophia chuckles nervously. "Especially Euphemia's mother who was told to be a beauty. Life was much harsher to women back then than it is now. As long as a man chooses a woman as his wife, they will get married. And our father wanted Euphemia's mother so much, he would have pulled a Clyde to get here."

And so, Euphemia's mother got pregnant but when she gave birth, the child was a daughter, and not a son like he wanted. So he beat her up, and Sophia's mother protected Euphemia's mother, if needed be. And then Sophia got pregnant, as well, and still turned out to be a daughter. It made her father much more abusive.

"It's actually the man's part that decides the gender of the child."

"Huh?"

"Right? The audacity."

"Sure, but how do you know that?"

"Continue with your story."

Sophia looks suspiciously at me but continues anyway.

Euphemia's mother died because she was continuously being abused and her body weakened when Euphemia was born. Sophia's mother tried her best to live for as long as she could manage until her father left to 'get on a journey to become an Awakened' and so, Sophia's mother handled a household of three. She died a few years after Euphemia became a thirteen year old and her sister decided to raise Sophia.

Moral of the story: it's the husband's fault and if I see him, it's on sight.

"Isn't it sad? And I was the reason why Euphemia was in that warehouse. I liked Clyde before and he… he told me to bring my sister there if I wanted him to choose me as his wife. I'm so stupid to believe that."

"Wait, that guy I beat up in the warehouse?" I ask incredulously. 

"He's the son of the village chief! and he looks… cute…"

"Cute is when a dog wags its tail at you. That man isn't cute."

Sophia sighs. "I know! It made a mistake and I had the opportunity to fix it and I did!"

"Your mistake is to like a man that looks like a cow's butt. You trusted he was an at least good person and he wasn't. That's on him."

"Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

Suddenly, a feminine voice screaming. "SOPHIA! SOPHIA!" 

"She's probably having a nightmare! Let's go!"

"Wait!" Sophia exclaims.

I look back at her in confusion. "What?"

"I can't go there. I… I don't have the time."

"What do you mean?"

"When I already said anything I needed to tell you, it means I'm going to vanish."

As if on cue, her feet are starting to turn into ashes.

"SOPHIAAA!"

"Crap! You haven't even said goodbye to her!"

"I don't need to, I'm already lucky enough to be able to save her, I trust you, and Euphemia is so lovable, it's impossible that you won't love her!"

"But you should at least see her!"

"It's okay… Just love her for me."

And the very last image of her is smiling with tears in her eyes. Or it could possibly be her face turning into ashes. I stand there, in the middle of 

"Sophia!"

I blink back to reality and run towards the room as fast as I can.

"Sophia! Sophia, you're here!"

"Relax, it's okay!" I embrace her as she wraps her arms around my middle. She sobs, painful little shortness of breath here and there as she tightens her hold onto me.

"I dreamt of you dying in that warehouse, Soph… I can't lose you… you should live… you should live…"

The person who needed to hear this just left.

Like an apology, I just hug her tighter.

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