I never thought I would find myself in this position, writing down my thoughts and memories for anyone to read. But here I am, compelled by some unseen force to put pen to paper and spill out the contents of my mind.
My past is a shadow that looms over me like a dark cloud, casting its oppressive weight on every aspect of my being. The French Incident haunts me still, the images of destruction and death burned into my memory with searing intensity. The night Roa and his allies descended upon my hometown was the night everything changed for me.
Watching as walls closed in around those trying to escape, crushing them mercilessly between their unyielding surfaces, left an indelible mark on my soul. The screams of agony echoed through the air like a symphony of despair, each note piercing deeper into my heart than the last. And then there was Roa himself, reveling in his sadistic pleasure as he tortured and killed without remorse.
In that moment of chaos and devastation, I felt something inside me snap. A fierce fire ignited within me—a burning desire for vengeance against those who had brought such suffering upon innocent lives. It was then that I made a vow to become an Executor—to hunt down creatures like Roa and Ciel who preyed on humanity with impunity.
Training at the monastery was grueling; every day pushing myself beyond what I thought possible in pursuit of becoming stronger—of becoming worthy of carrying out justice in the name of the Holy Church. Even after all those years spent honing my skills, doubts lingered within me about whether I truly measured up as an Executor.
Joining forces with Ciel marked a turning point in my journey towards redemption—or so it seemed at first glance. Under her guidance, I learned more than just how to wield weapons or cast spells; she taught me about subtlety—the art of deception—and how sometimes one must wear different masks depending on circumstances.
But beneath this facade lies a darker truth—one that even Ciel may not fully comprehend: My pleasure derived from inflicting pain upon others weaker than myself runs deep within me—an insidious undercurrent beneath cheerful expressions and flirtatious banter disguising unspeakable cruelty lurking just below the surface.I have come too far now—I cannot turn back—not when so much blood has been spilled—not when so many souls cry out for justice.For better or worse,I am Noel,the Executor,and nothing will stand in way until enemies are vanquished once-for-all!