The Cursed Shell

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"DAMN IT!" Josh threw the miniature statues from a desk in another identical room. "Why am I doing this?"

Josh sat down on the floor. "I killed so many people. I killed my own father. I cannot be a human. No human can be so evil. I am a demon. And now I am going to kill the Gods."

He closed his eyes. 'Should I do this?' he thought.

There were chaos in his mind. Was he on a wrong path? Was he doing something wrong? He had almost done what he wanted. He was very close to his destination and he didn't want to go back now.

He opened his eyes. "Whatever I am doing is justice. And justice shall be given. Why am I caring for the Gods. They never did anything for me. They never did anything for anyone."

He heard him saying to himself, "What have you done, Josh. You killed them. Your soul is coated in blood of all those innocent souls you killed. Will you be ever forgiven by all those souls?"

"I don't know", Josh said to himself.

"You will strive in hell forever. Your soul will be eaten by the hellhounds. You will be remembered as the one who destroyed the peaceful world."

"You call it peaceful?!" he shouted and stood up. "My childhood was ruined in this world. My mother died in this world. I had to kill my father and Blake in this world. This world is as disgusting as its creators! And those creators must be punished for that."

Josh was grinning now. "Yes, you're right. I am a demon. A demon who is going to change the world, and not for no reason."

He walked till a corner of the room with a domed structure. "I am  a demon indeed."

Dhawan marked the letter 'V' on the wall and stepped out of the room. Suddenly he heard a gunshot. He felt the pain on his stomach a little later when he noticed a bullet-hole there. He looked ahead. There was still a camera left in the corridor. He threw the spear which fell on the camera, disabling it and then piercing through the wall behind it. Dhawan kept his hand on the bullet-hole and walked towards the spear. He pulled it out and heard another gunshot.

"Aaagh!" he cried as the bullet was shot on his plastered leg. He fell down.

He somehow stood up and tried to move further, but soon he was shot by another defensive weapon on his left shoulder. He turned towards the weapon and disbaled its camera by throwing the spear on it. This was the last effort he could make before he fell down on the floor with his eyes closed.

Devaant. The cursed shell. It was now the property of Joshua Lamb. Josh cleaned its exterior surface with a white cloth after spraying some holy water on it.

'The holy activity is going to be performed very soon', he smiled as he thought.

"O, the great Gods!" Josh shouted while looking up. "You are already being told by a true demon that you all are coming to an end! All the wrong stuffs happen just because you want them to happen! Why did you create us if you wanted us to die one day? Why did you invent happiness if you wanted to invent sadness just after that? Why did you come to Earth so many times and made the early men aware of your existence if you didn't want to be worshiped?"

Josh laughed and continued after a few seconds. "I know you have no answer. You never have any answer, and you call yourself a sea of knowledge? That's not fair. Nothing is fair! Nothing can be fair under your rule! As in this rule, it's only you who decides when to create, when to save, and when to destroy! You don't deserve to be worshiped! You don't deserve to exist! And I shall erase your existence for a better world!"

Dhawan's eyes were still heavy when he opened them after many minutes. The pain was killing him. He slowly slithered on the floor for a few metres.

'I'll have to live,' he thought, 'I can't die. I have to stop Josh.'

He slowly pulled his body up. He looked around and checked for any camera. He looked at the floor. There was blood all over the way he slithered. The blood was still flowing. The Plaster of Paris and bandages around his fractured knee were white some time ago. But now, they were red and wet in blood.

'I'll have to live at least for some time,' he thought, 'so that I'm able to kill Josh before I die.'

He pulled the spear out and walked slowly. His entire body's weight was now supported by that spear only. He felt it hard to keep his eyes opened. The blood kept flowing all the way he walked. He disabled the next camera and walked a little more until he was shot by another defensive weapon on his back and he fell down with his eyes closed again.

"The time is coming," Josh kept shouting for the Gods to hear him, "you'll get to witness that very soon! The world will be freed from your seige! Now no more injustice!"

Josh now lowered his voice. "You just have to wait a little more to witness the moment which will free everyone from your rule. Many have lost their lives for this ritual to happen. My father, Blake, the other scholars, and everyone who was a part of this crime. Their deaths will not be wasted. I'm offering my blood for their thirsty souls to drink."

Then Josh took a knife and made a deep cut on his palm and let the blood flow on the cursed shell. He washed the shell with his blood and then sprayed some more holy water on it. Then he cleaned it again with a white cloth.

'The God will see it happening,' Josh thought, smiling, 'and will be helpless. All the Gods who drank the Amrit years ago, will pay for their betrayal to the demons.'

"Just a little more", he said.