Chapter 1 1. I Want To Be A…
Chapter 1 1. I Want To Be A…
'Who am I? What am I? Why am I?'
Sitting inside a bar, a boy not more than twenty thought inwardly.
"Haaa…."
Chugging down the cheap alcohol a satisfied sigh escaped from his mouth.
His clothes were tattered as if he received a beating from a lot of people.
His hair was a mess, he didn't have a left eye, and his face was covered with pimples.
If one were to look closely, one will notice the pimples were all over his body.
His nose looked broken, and streams of blood were flowing from his ears and nose.
He had a short height and a slim stature. To the point that he looked malnourished.
Sitting in a corner of the bar, the man did not care for anyone and continued chugging the cheap alcohol in his hand.
"Boy… get lost… police will arrest me, you know."
The bartender said in a solemn voice.
He knew the boy for the last four months.
In the starting, the boy came once or twice a week to release his anger and frustrations.
But after some point, he started visiting the bar daily, and now he was even taking drugs.
He was underage for drinking alcohol, not to mention his malnourished body. But the boy did not care and continued visiting.
At some point, he started fighting with others and today he got beaten by a gang.
"Demon…"
Snapping the bartender out of his thoughts was the boy's murmur.
"Hm? What did you say? Boy?"
Bartender asked as he did not hear it properly.
"Peo…ple ca-all mm-e demon, you know?"
A small tear trickled down the boy's cheek.
"Because I look hic- like hic- t-this, they call hic- me a demon."
The boy drowned in alcohol while crying, he talked to the bartender for a few minutes.
The bartender felt pity for the boy and said nothing only listened.
Today the boy was not even talking about his long past.
"Haaa… I pity you boy. Fate like yours is truly unbearable."
After drinking for a while, the boy left the bar with paying for whatever he had.
It was his habit, he used to work at day, then sneak into the bar and use his wages for alcohol.
He left the bar and went somewhere secluded.
"Demon… Hideous… Hentai protagonist… ugly bastard… haaa…"
The boy kept repeating what people called him…
"Haaa… Fu~ Haaa… Fu~ haaa…"
He was smoking something illegal.
Reminiscing on his past, Cursing his parents and fate he kept smoking.
"I truly wish… to be a… demon."
At this point his face was completely distorted, even his tears were dried.
The blood was also dried.
"Demon… a true demon…"
He kept repeating.
…
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain inside his chest.
As if someone has pierced a sharp sword through his chest.
The pain was sharp, sudden, and unbearable.
He did not even get time to shout and ask for help.
In the next second his vision darkened, his body started shaking violently and his eyes lost the light.
…
Time passed and inside a dark space, a humanoid figure completely naked can be seen floating.
It had a good body built, there was not even a single scratch or pimple on this body.
It was pure.
It was that boy's soul.
He slowly opened his eyes only to feel the darkness around him.
"Where is this?"
He asked in anticipation of getting an answer.
And he did get an answer.
Suddenly in front of his floating figure a large screen appeared.
And a gruesome scene was shown.
"T-this is…!"
The boy's eyes widened as he saw the scene.
He was getting beaten by his uncle.
It was one of the many traumas he had gone through.
After the death of his parents, to get his hands on their property, the boy's uncle adopted him.
After getting what he wanted, his uncle's behavior turned 180 degrees.
Every day he started to use the boy as a punching bag.
His wife also supported him and looked at the boy with eyes filled with disgust.
To save his life he ran away at the age of 7.
A few good people noticed a boy lying on the road and submitted him to the police.
These were the last 'good' days of that boy's life.
Because after telling the police about his parent's death and no one to take care of.
He was sent to an orphanage.
Where second trauma occurred. He was given rotten food and the caretaker never really took his care.
He was sold to a family, which later used him as a slave.
He once again ran away.
At the age of 12 or so, he started working at a brick station.
In the meantime, he attended night schools.
He was one of the bright students so the night school took his little care.
After taking the minimum required education, the school offered him a scholarship.
And he went to college.
The moment he thought his life will be better, the first day of college came.
His worst nightmare.
The biggest trauma of his life.
The college was a government college and on the first day itself, he was considered the target of the bullies.
He got beaten to death and even admitted to the hospital, but to his surprise, no action was taken by the college.
'Why?' you ask?
It was a government college.
The bullies stopped giving him trouble after a son of a lawyer took pity on him and warned bullies.
The boy still had hope. His days will change.
There was a saying for this.
If read by a happy person he will feel sad and if read by a sad person he will feel happy.
What was that line, again?
"These days will also pass."
He clung to that tiny hope, that these sad days will also pass, and then his life will be enlightened with the bright light that will pierce through the darkness he was inside of.
But alas.
He was once again bullied, this time people called him an ugly bastard, hentai protagonist, demon, waste of oxygen, and whatnot.
They made his life worse than hell.
He stopped going to college and started drinking.
Time passed and he made a habit to run away from those people. He started drugs.
He drowned in the darkness, never to return.
And today was the outburst of his frustration.
He fought with a gang that sold him drugs.
Reason? He was low on money, he did not have money at all.
So he stole drugs and got beaten.
And the last picture he saw on the screen was his body shaking violently before his eyes lost the light.
[The End]
…
As if his life was a movie, those were only two words on the screen.
And then he heard his own voice, but more domineering, authoritative, mature, and menacing.
"What do 'YOU' want?"
The voice asked a simple question.
But the boy's figure did not answer immediately.
"…"
After some time the boy answered.
"I want to be a… demon."
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[A/N: Another one!] (Novel I mean)