THE DEMONLY MEET

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12 AM

Moksh was standing on his apartment's rooftop, which he reached by hours of sweat and struggle by dragging his feet with the supporting stick around his arm and was standing at the edge of the terrace; he had made up his mind to give up the life.

"I was an underachiever, deadbeat kid for all these years; the only thing I cherished was this art through my whole life. Fate took it away; even my vanity got slaughtered, I couldn't even walk or eat properly.

I'm just a burden. I hate friends, family, everyone, even the gods."

he screamed, "Fuck You all!!!" and jumped off the terrace with eyes closed. 'everything is over...' he wondered;

Suddenly he heard a voice, "khe khe khe..." it was someone's laugh. Moksh opened his eyes and found himself in pitch-black space; he started moving and wandering around screaming, "who are you?! what do you want from me?!"

"hehe, that's cold", it responded, "I'm the one who is closest to you from the time you were born." Moksh was stunned and roared, "What the heck are you saying? Answer me who you are?!"

It sighed and said, "I'm you! I am the hatred that yielded from the beginning, and you feed me so much to grow this strong. You were jealous of everyone because of their talents, and countless prodigies even hated them from the bottom of your heart. it leads me to achieve this Power, Moksh!" He was confused and grunted, "Power! What Power?!" "you'll know soon," It said.

Suddenly, he got grabbed by something, completely losing sight; Moksh opened his eyes again and found himself falling to death. he got scared and thought, 'What should I do fuck?"

Instantly he felt a surge of Power flowing through the right side of the body and reflexly moved the leg to propel towards the ground. The impact was so fearsome that the whole terrain got shattered apart. People felt the tremors and panicked them all. They rushed out at the thought of an earthquake, and everyone was shocked to see Moksh beaten down unconscious and carried him back to his house. People didn't understand what occurred to him and were still too confused about this.

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