Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 32

'If loving is not a sin then why am I punished for it...?'

Past

My hands were holding bars, senses were blurry yet I could feel the cold sensation of chains on my body but all I could remember was a scream. Someone was screaming, I was in a cage. There was something seriously wrong there.

It was my nightmare...

"What is your name?" A guy asked. Father called to rip this nightmare away from me.

"Zariah... Ezekiel."

There was a hand in front of me, I could feel it. But, my eyes were closed, lost in the sound, following his voice.

"What is your Father's name?" He asked again.

"Issac Ezekiel."

"Who are you?"

"I am the in-line leader of Black Reapers, one of the four pillars of Alroy." I replied as if those words fit in my mind.

"Who are Aces and Pillars?"

"Pillars are directly under Valencia's orders. Aces are the leaders of their territory and they give their profit to her." I was too young to understand all that but I knew it so perfectly that I was surprised.

Back then, Valencia Alroy ruled the underworld and there were four Mafia families under her control which she calls her pillars. We were one of them.

"Good. Now tell me their names. Both Aces and Pillars."

"Pillars- Us, Black Reapers.
Poison Ivy- Silvester Family
Shadows- Ayle Family
Hyraz- Axel." Yeah, he was an enemy for a long time.

But, I failed to realize how perfectly I knew everything as if it was imprinted on my mind like an information is encoded in a... robot.

"Aces- Albert Stellios. Jafar Sheikh. Ahmed Eitzaz and Walsh. All of them are the strongest leaders in the underworld. No pillar can defeat them."

How years passed. None of them are relevant now. Their children had taken over now. Their kids rule the underworld. The ruthless, undefeated ones.

"Do you have nightmares?" He asked again, almost pleased with my series of replies which I had no idea what they were about.

"No, I don't." I replied calmly.

"Good, it's fine now, Sir. She will no longer have nightmares like these again."

I heard the guy telling Father, tone changing into a soft tone.

"Good, now open your eyes, Zariah."

Curling my lips upward, I opened my eyes and saw Father and my doctor there. I was eight and had constant nightmares about some scary things which I no longer remember but the good thing that it was gone.

No nightmares anymore.

"How are you feeling?" Father asked, patting my shoulder.

"Better, Father." I smiled, looking up at him in admiration.

"See. I got rid of your nightmares." He smiled, bending to my level, my smile grew wider, not removing my eyes from his face when he enunciated the most heartbreaking words.

"You were born to be my perfect creation, you must do as I order."

He whispered, cupping my cheeks, I nodded timidly, "I understand."

And this fatuous eight years old surrendered her freedom to him.

"I won't let some delusional thoughts scratch you, you must become what no one could, I will make you a perfect leader." He whispered, kissing my forehead, I was too little to grasp his words and gave into his orders.