Evil's Child

A Devil's Cuddle

There were several cries of anguish coming from that little mountain settlement, almost far away. Without showing any mercy, the flames cleaned the innocent souls and arranged them in sinister crosses with parallel rows to reward traitors and thieves with tasty prizes. As these fiends had arrived, there had been daily acts of cruelty against the old, including the strangling and impaling of women and newborns in the streets, which left a lasting image that burned into their voices. Meanwhile, heavy footsteps continued through the suffering. Anyone attempting to flee was abruptly repelled by someone brandishing a black sword—possibly the same shadow—who repeatedly spoke in an odd tongue.

"Incendere, Inflammatum, Illuminatum et Domini misericordiam non recuso!" 

Another tomb followed, echoing the same prohibited words in a calm and eerie voice. "I never stood a chance, did I?" A small girl with green eyes, long chestnut hair, a side ponytail that partially concealed her right eye, and a ripped dark clothing approached the demonic picture and revealed her true identity. She smiled at the bloody sight in front of her, not repulsed, nor scared. "That's the sad part- you did once..." 

"What a bother! "Who are you?" He grabbed her by the throat and said that. "And will you paint your look red?"She stared at his bloodstained fingers without saying anything. She saw that the ominous shadow was actually a twisted youngster from her cool gaze. He approached her, and she gave him an embrace, his hands shaking and his absent chestnut eyes widening as though he was terrified of something that had been haunting him for years. She gave him a smile. She didn't fear rejection from him or his impolite behavior toward her. "I support you since we are quite similar. Isn't that pleasant?" Grabbing her chin, he threw her to the floor. She didn't say anything. Though she concealed her fear, she stared at her executioner as he placed a black greatsword over her neck. "What do you want?" He slashed his weapon on the field, missing the girl, her fragility softening him. He was dead within, a few tears visible on his pale checks. It's only a young youngster! She was unworthy of it. It wasn't my intention. The awful times he spent in quiet had taken his attractiveness. He was lovely. He appeared sick since he had a straight nose, was as pale as a sheet, and had hollow eyes due to his unhealed wounds.

He was beautiful, and those awful times he spent alone had stolen his beauty. His pale complexion, hollow eyes, and unheaved, unsewn wounds gave him a sickly appearance. His lips were purple, his nose was straight, and he had a flawless, white face that resembled a heart. He appeared almost anorexic and was extremely thin. He was already past death. His soft, husky tone sounded like the lament of a failure who had never found anyone who truly cared about his pain, and he was leaning toward her. He was not content or at ease. However, he started to touch her fair skin with his pale fingers, feeling a little better than before, as he did so with her bloody, weak little hands. "My girl, do you hate me?"

His stomach was turning into butterflies. Far away, close to the blasé girl, his drowned lament shimmered, for he felt responsible for her pain. Though his mind was not on the subject, he would have loved to sacrifice himself to this monster in her place. He also couldn't cry for her or forgive. With his eyes covered in a black mask, he was unable to reveal his scratched eyes while his irritated ego heard and responded with harsh words he would never say: "Man, I am not there." You are who you are? My time is being wasted by you. You're not aware of my feelings! I sincerely hope that this insane game I'm playing ends." Rather, she planted a kiss on his right cheek as though to reassure him. Fearing the same kind of destruction she was accustomed to, she was afraid to stand up and showed no remorse for having never done anything. Despite the fact that she didn't know him, she still had feelings for him. She caressed his neck, calming him down. Once more, her smile said, "How dare I end your tears? Please don't let me screw this up. It is as sweet as you. I'm sure I like you exactly as you are."

She's already going crazy over him. He begs her to release him, but she refuses to listen because she might feel guilty about his inner demise. He would sooner die than receive the same treatment from his owner. He was willing to kill her, but she was the only one who could satisfy his terrible thirst for suffering. "I have to move on, I have been left behind, get out of my sight!"When she got close to him, he gave her a cheek slap. She didn't cry, and she didn't feel scared of this rapacious act from a man who deserved her. Imagining how fear would kill an innocent, she put her right palm on his arms and looked down at his cut hands.

 "What name..."

"I don't mind to have one"

"...I'd lost mine but, I'm not in."

"No way, might if I'd one"

She pondered over his words to her. She had never experienced a feeling like the shiver that ran down her spine. In the middle of that nasty show they were used to seeing—bloody cold rain trickling down her pale fingers, dripping from his thin lips onto the dirty debris where he cooled himself with his dear demons—she was just as depressed as he was, demonstrating that she could handle his intense despair.  The cold air above their heads turned the clouds from turquoise to dark green to red, and the sound of dying branches and fluttering ash interrupted her silence. She stared at the far-off burning crosses, these images familiar to her from the devil. They were paralyzing.

"I see. Remain calm and don't allow it to frighten you. In this cruel world you live in, I will always be by your side."

He felt uneasy. His drowned lament shimmered close to the girl, far away, because he felt guilty of her pain. Though he was not ready, he would have loved to give himself up to this monster that he had to be in her place. Or how could he feel sorry for her and forgive? His black mask covered his scratched eyes, preventing him from showing them, and he continued to repeat the hurtful words that his irritated ego had heard but would never say. "Man, I'm not with you. Furthermore, who are you? I'm wasting the last chance I have with you. You're not aware of my feelings! I really must put an end to this absurd game I'm playing."

Rather, she planted a kiss on his right cheek, seemingly consoling him. Fearing more of the same destruction as before, she remained motionless; she did not feel guilty, as she never had, but she also did not give a damn. Despite the fact that she didn't know him, she still had feelings for him. She caressed his neck, calming him down. Once more, her smile said, "How dare I end your tears? Please don't let me screw this up. It is as sweet as you. I'm sure I like you exactly as you are." She was getting almost crazy from him. He pleaded with her to release him, but he refused, fearing she would feel guilty about his inner demise; he would sooner die than allow his owner to treat him cruelly once more. He was prepared to kill her, but he was unable to slake his terrible thirst for the suffering she could only feel with him. "I have to move on, I've been left behind, get out of my sight!" As she walked over to him, he gave her another cheek slap. She didn't cry, and she wasn't even scared of that impolite gesture from the man who deserved her. Imagining that he was afraid to kill an innocent child, she placed her right palm on his arms and looked down at his cut hands.

"What name ..."

"I don't mind to have one"

"...I'd lost mine but, I'm not in."

"No way, might if I'd one"

She pondered over his words to her. She had never experienced a feeling like the shiver that ran down her spine. In the middle of that nasty show they were used to seeing—bloody cold rain trickling down her pale fingers, dripping from his thin lips onto the dirty debris where he cooled himself with his dear demons—she was just as depressed as he was, demonstrating that she could handle his intense despair.  The cold air above their heads turned the clouds from turquoise to dark green to red, and the sound of dying branches and fluttering ash interrupted her silence. She stared at the far-off burning crosses, these images familiar to her from the devil. They were paralyzing.

"I see. Remain calm and don't allow it to frighten you. No matter where you end up in this cruel world, I'll be here for you."