The boy was sitting on the cold pavement of the slums. He had been trying to sleep, but the surrounding smell of trash and drainage of water didn't let him.
He was lost in his thoughts. He didn't know why he had been clinging to this so-called life, but one thing that made him most alive was his mother's last words before they went missing,
"Don't give up! My son, you have to live…"
Like a glass, his thoughts were shattered; growls escaped from his stomach, filling the silence with more despair. He staggered unsteadily through the eerie darkness. Chilled by a cold breeze, his frail body shivered and gleaming dark hair swayed under the moonlight.
From some corner, a rat rushed towards his feet, the screech escaped, and it died beneath him. The sound of the screams didn't reach his ears. His vision was foggy and, couldn't see anything except the basket.
Lucent rays of streetlight illuminated the alleyway. He put his hand in the trash can, assuming to find something to eat.
After a while, he discovered a rotten piece of bread. Standing there, scrutinising like he had the world's most precious thing in hand. He chuckled bitterly. Gradually, the shadow loomed over him, encompassing him whole in it, until he realised he was in danger. The blood was coughed up from the mouth. He gazed down to see that a blade had struck through the heart, slightly lifting him in the air. Then the scream ripped his throat,
"Ahhhahahahahahaha…..
….He hit the floor, breathing hoarsely. The man bent to his size, sprawled a hand in the air. The syringe contained black liquid in his hand, out of nowhere, and struck him on his shoulder. The cold chill ran over him.
After a while, his veins begin to bulge. He wanted to scream but the pain made it fade. The tears continuously stream down his face. He felt nauseous. The pain was unable to bear, slowly his vision began to fade. His thoughts were churning. Abruptly, the cold voice interrupts his thoughts.
"Now die! the seed of the devil…"
He wanted to speak something, but as he spoke, a mouthful of blood coughed out. The man had a big smirk on his face. That kind of smile which sends shivers down his spine. Death was near, his consciousness began to slip, then darkness.
…
Everything — he did for survival and now the world is telling me you can't live. He wanted to laugh but couldn't even laugh properly, darkness. In the embrace of this darkness there is no sound, taste, smell, touch. Rather only his thoughts and him.
He wanted to live. He wanted to know, Why? What? Obviously, he couldn't find anything. He hated this feeling. These kinds of thoughts come through his mind. At that moment, something awakened…something in-between the animosity and vengeance.
Amidst the void , the dark smoke-like matter protruding from his abdomen. It loomed around him, caressing. Seems to know him long before. Slowly, it morphed into something ferocious, mandible full of jagged teeth, then head. The eyes are full of malicious and, thirsty of blood. A deep burning red, that seems to emanate from within, as if the eyes are lit from behind.
The side of his eyes twitched. He groggily woke up, to see something glaring upon him. Fathoming , who knows what? Besides the coldness in its eyes. However, there seems to be a glint of sadness hidden behind it. Surely he didn't know that.
Both staring at each other. One reminisced about something and the other was scared like hell off. For a moment he felt that the time itself seems to be stopped in this eternal void. Then came the deep cold reverberating voice,
[#####, The seed was Blooming.....]
' What is happening??'
' Where am I ?
' I thought...I was dead? '
The bewilderment was written all over him. He moved forward, advancing his shoulder, but halted by an unseen force.
[ #####, The seed had been Bloomed]
[ #####, The load of Information was about to enter your mind, it will damage your brain staggerly bear it.]
The excruciating pain struck his brain. The red glowing veins, like the circuit, started to emit from toe to head. He felt like his soul was burning. From the look, he was screaming, likely his thoughts were. He gritted his teeth to bear the pain.
' ahhahahahahahahah....
After, which seems like eternity the pain initiated to reduce slowly. He felt grimace for Why they don't kill me? Why does he have to suffer so much? He breathed heavily. The pain he felt is a lot more different than before.
He looked at the creature, staring at him. As long as he realises that It was his doing. The maw full of ferocious teeth opened and, struck his abdomen like thousands of needles pierced his body. Unmovable, he staggered fiercely. At that moment, his consciousness completely black out, hovering amidst the void. Voice echoed,
[ #####, Soul synchronizing..... ]
[ #####, Synchronization Complete,You are being reborn as a Child of Death.]
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To be continued