Was he asked to be in this state?
Or did those gods and goddess were oversight on his being-made?
If none of those two was the correct answer… then he born just like that…
A teenage boy with thick-messy black hair and a small pair of horn
One look at him, they can guess with perfect…
That he’s a demon with half-human blood
Despite all that, he’s a kind and warm person
All that he wanted was to treat as an equal
So he did all kind of things that can please them
Unfortunately, it didn’t
The title of half-demon has turned those angelic, kind-looking face…
Into those who can only think of trash
Once his guardian was dead because of work
He’s been left alone with his grandmother
The old woman for his father, the one that he can rely on upon after them
One night when he sleeps soundly… without care the world or surrounding
A sharp poisoned dagger has dive through his chest,
The pain woke him, and he tries to struggle
but the culprit is accompanied by more than he sees...
Both his hands, legs, eyes… and even ears being occupied by those strong lads
His fight was futile, the only thing that he can hear was a cursed word from them
The voice seems familiar, but his eyes were blocked by one of the culprit’s hand
It just a piece of common knowledge that the demon has great eyesight even in the dark
A moment when the hand slip down a bit, all the curious he had earlier has been answered
His pair of blue eyes were the strongest witness
It was his grandmother who said those words earlier
Her hand was still pushing down the dagger inside him
With a wicked smile attach on her face, he pulled and stab himThis narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.
A demon does have a strong body for resistant those injured, but for him...
The pain from being betrayed is beyond common sense
The one who helps him when he saw the world for the first time
Is the one who forced him to close his eyes from this world
The air has stuck in his throat… his eyes turn numb from those wailing
The legs and hands are not in his command anymore
Only the eyes and brain are still in works
Capturing this very scene and keep it inside the head with a slight grudge
He can’t breathe normally
He’s at his end…
Those holds are no longer tied him
Seeing him in a brink of death, those guys let out a burst of satisfying laughter upon him
His grandmother slowly approach him with her hand covered with blood
Their eyes met each other but with a different view…
One that saw an undisputed victory… and other is beg to be helped
Through that old-dry looking lips… she let out a spit to his face
And choke him with her wrinkle old right-hand
The strength can’t be compared with the youngsters but it’s enough to damage him
She makes her face near to him and starts whispering
With an instant, his eyes were wide open as he receives a shocking news
Apparently… his parent were died because of her scheme
Learning that she’s not alone with her ‘grand’ plan, she told that it was the majority of the villagers who support this
He tries to rise and fight her back, but his condition forbids him
He’s been forced to admit by the reality that right now… she’s far stronger than him
The other villagers grab her and take away from him… and they leave this house
A few moments of silence, the temperature rising rapidly…
Letting out a cloud of black thick smoke and filled the room with a blink
They burn him alive along with the house
He can hear the cheers from the outside
Combining with maniac waves of laughter… they sing a song of victory in harmony
The sound of prayers from the priest also been heard by him
He can only respond to them with tears and plead to them
When the flame gets bigger, it reached him and engulf him entirely
Slowly eating his skin, the flame ignore his wailing of pain and keep burning
His voice became even louder by this indescribable pain that he feels and shout for help
But without a proper tone of voice, his words just sounded silly to them and they start mocking and made fun of him
Regrettably, his fate has been decided by the rolling of the dice by those holy beings
Thus…his life ended along with the burned house…
Looking to the scene, those gods and goddess were thrilled by the game they played
The end of that half-blood mortal life has amused them… as they won a great victory
But their happiness ended when a tall figure, wearing a big cloak of dark flames attended their playroom
Their reaction was turned completely opposite from the earlier
That room filled with sorrow, dark and a death vibe ever since he came
They knew that they will be killed instantly by that god
Even they overwhelm him with the number... if he let out his one solely breathe…
This very room along with all the connection, their altars and those worshippers they have will be rot destroyed and die immediately
That’s how strong he is
He’s the one they called the dark god…
He came to them with a glare dagger, making anyone who stands in front of him moving aside
Looking straight to the top table, he finds that all the white, silver and bronze pieces are all gang up against the small-cracking black piece
Not only he felt pity, but a slight rage mix with sadness has swelled up inside him
Noticing the dice they played earlier, he took up and throw it in mid-air
Other gods and goddess try to leave the room with haste… but it suddenly closes with a strong sound of impact… leaving with no gap
An abrupt voice from the Supreme one has commenced them to play that game once more
And this time adding the new player, the dark god
While they can’t disobey that order, the dark god looks upon them with a creepy smile
His pale-looking hand played the dice in mid-air as he cannot wait to play the game
The supreme one explains the rules thoroughly… and press the line of highlight words
One of those is that the gods and goddess declare as one team, while the dark god is one team
And the last one is the winner can take all the blessing from the lose
They realize that once the blessing has disappeared from them
Their existence shall be eradicated as well
They wearing a pale expression on their face
And when they turn their face toward the dark god
He’s already shown an unsightly smile that one can only think one thing once saw him like that
With that creepy smile that never ceases from his face…
He slowly opens his mouth and says…
“Shall the massacre begin?”