Chapter 4- Reincarnation of the Devil

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"Foolish! Humans always fall for pity." a distorted voice remarked. That voice. That voice does not come from a child. Immediately, I pulled back.


The child I once saw, was no longer a child. It had protruding horns and razor-sharp claws that looked as if they could cut through diamond like butter. Ebony-black wing sprouted out of their back, similar to that of a hawk. Where, once was a blindfold, blood-red eyes pierced through my soul, cat-slit pupils judging every mistake I made in the past. Its right eye had a scar. If I was terrified before, this is real horror. I sprinted to the door, ignoring the claw marks on my torso burning in despair. I had to focus on getting out.


"Not so fast, pesky human." uttered the voice. Its claws wrapped around me. I struggled to breathe. I felt the line between life and death disappear. I could feel death welcoming me. Black dots started to appear in my vision.


"Don't die on me yet. I still need you." the voice gargled. Next thing I know, excruciating pain went through my body as white clouded my vision. The desire to live vanished. I wanted to die. I wanted to escape this nightmare. I fainted.


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