The darkness that had consumed me was palpable, a living, breathing entity that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. I had found a kindred spirit in Akira, someone who shared my desire to eradicate the human race. But, as I would soon discover, his intentions were far more sinister than I could have ever imagined.
The news of the night club massacre sent shockwaves through the city. Thousands had perished, their bodies sliced apart by an unseen force. The CCTV cameras had captured nothing but a faint, eerie glow, a black-red light that seemed to pulse with an malevolent energy. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn apart, allowing a glimpse into a realm of unspeakable horror.
The humans, in their ignorance, had dubbed it the "Curse of God." Little did they know, I was the one responsible for the carnage, my aura infusing Akira with an otherworldly power. I had once been an angel, a servant of the divine, but those days were long behind me. Now, I was a devil, a creature driven by a hunger for destruction.
As I reflected on my past, I couldn't help but think of Lucarious, the angel of wisdom. We had been friends, close confidants, in a time long forgotten. His diligence and intelligence had been an inspiration to me, and I had often sought his counsel. But, as the years passed, I began to drift further and further away from the divine. Lucarious, however, remained steadfast, his devotion to God unwavering.
It was then that I sensed his presence, a faint energy that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of reality. He had come to earth, seeking me out. But why?
As I pondered this question, I became aware of a new player in the game. A detective, named Lint, had been appointed to investigate the night club massacre. But, as fate would have it, Lint was none other than a childhood friend of Akira's. The coincidence was too striking to ignore.
Akira, it seemed, was relishing the prospect of a game, a cat-and-mouse chase with his old friend. His eyes gleamed with an unholy light as he contemplated the challenge ahead. "Oh, my dear Lint," he whispered to himself, "long time no see. It will be an interesting game, my friend. I'll do my work, and you do yours, and let's see who will win."
As I watched Akira, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The stakes were high, and the game was about to begin.
Let's tell you this story by perspective of Lint. Of course, i can easily tell, everything what he was thinking and doing because im a devil, the curse of human hearts...
As I settled into my chair, a sense of familiarity washed over me. The dim glow of the computer screen cast an eerie light on the lines of concentration etched on my face. Thinking about the case.
"Advert, can you provide me with the CCTV footage of that fateful night?" I asked, my voice low and even. My assistant, a man older than me, yet subservient in his demeanor, nodded hastily. "Sir Lint, here is the footage on this USB drive," he said, handing me the small device.
I waved my hand dismissively, and Advert retreated, leaving me to my thoughts. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the computer. I inserted the USB drive and began to scan the footage, my eyes scanning the grainy images for any sign of...him.
As I watched, a sense of unease crept over me. The camera seemed to glitch, the images distorting and skipping. But it was what I saw before the chaos erupted that made my heart skip a beat. A figure, familiar yet unexpected, moved through the crowds with an air of confidence. Akira. What was he doing there?
My mind reeled as I struggled to process this new information. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the implications. Akira, my old friend, my adversary, was somehow connected to this massacre.
Without thinking, I reached for my phone and dialed a number. A gruff voice answered, and I asked my question, my heart pounding in anticipation. "Did you find Akira's body among the dead? Is his name on the customer list?"
The pause on the other end of the line was palpable. "Lint, I have the list right here, and I didn't see his name. I sent all the bodies to forensic just a few minutes ago. But...who is Akira? How do you know him?"
I smiled to myself, a cold, calculated smile. "Oh, my old friend, let's just say it's been a long time." With that, I hung up the call, my mind racing with the possibilities. The game was afoot, and I was ready to play.