Prologue.

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POV: ???

i dont know what time it is anymore. the metal whips are so painful, i'm seeing heads getting impaled by the teeth of one rampant monster. fire ablaze nonstop, it's definitely too hot... it's too painful to die, too painful to exist here.

i'm drowning in painful, burning sulfur, my bones from hip to toes are slowly fading. i'm too hungry and i ended up chewing my finger. it's too painful, it is bleeding lots, but i dont know what else to do. my shoulders are being hit by thorned baseball hats again.

i look up, look at my former friends, in awe and amazement they stare at the One who had his back turned onto our direction. i can't cry for help. i deserved all of these. i rejected Him when I needed Him the most. I ran away, failed and let my identity be modified by the lies that led me here. I'm glad my family did the opposite decision. I wonder if some of them look at this place i'm in.

i had to play this role. i was born to be a villain. i'm not fit for love, faith and compassion. these have been the mantra i've ever had. the Lord forgot me, the Lord won't even bat an eye on me, maybe if i play this role of the anti-Christ, I could grab His attention.

Maybe if i continued following Him I could've changed my fate... Maybe if I have remembered how He loves I wouldn't need to go through this path.

I wonder if I could ever be in His mercy.

Nevermind, the God of Justice will never love a failure like me.

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