Two Gods || Jaywon

The life of Jongseong

⚠️This chapter contain harsh depictions that may be triggering, read slowly and stay safe⚠️

"My son is off to a good start! I can feel that these priests are going to take great care of him."

"Mine too! This woman is exactly what he needs to become what he's destined to be."

"She's horrible..."

"I know, she's perfect. And I know you can't intervene."

The bony woman was an extremist worshipper of Balance. She had made a habit of collecting homeless kids who she considered rejected by her god, and had made it her mission to put them back on the "right track". Some of these kids may have not even been orphans before she stole them from the street.

Her shack was a rundown cabin in the corner of the town, with rickety beams and barely enough space for all the children to sleep.

She had made a good job at brainwashing everyone. They were all so docile with her, and heartless with one another. The system was simple, everyone had to respect her rules, and if one of the kids didn't, all the other kids had the right to punish them the way they wanted. And the kids were cruel.

Their situation and the woman's sermons had made them heinous of everything and everyone. No one could be trusted, because no one knew the real doctrines of Balance. Not even the priests.

The kids were treated as sub-human by the woman, but she told them they would be treated worst anywhere else, because god hated them. So, they stayed, and wallowed in hatred.

The woman had named Chaos' son Jongseong, collector of stars. A name too beautiful for a defect like him she would say, but it was supposed to compensate his dark destiny.

Jongseong had it better and worse than all the other kids.

Jongseong's resistance to pain was superior to normal kids', and he was stronger. To survive, they had to do odd and tiring jobs to bring money back to the woman, and Jongseong could work faster, longer and better.

However, when he would get punished for not respecting one of the numerous rules of the house, he would get punished way harder than any other kids. And because the woman had deemed him the most disgusting of god's rejects, all the other kids didn't feel guilty when bullying him.

Treated like garbage by everyone around him and looked down upon by even the lowest class of the city who was sharing the streets with him, Jongseong couldn't have turned out differently then all these other poor kids.

In fact, he was the worst.

He would hit passer-by, animals and kids, if it meant he could get anything from them. He would burglarize even the poorest's houses, would spit on beggars, and would break anything coming into his possession, if it meant for him to feel something.

Because Jongseong could hardly feel anything.

He could feel a little satisfaction, anger, and have fun during his distasteful shenanigans, but his empathy was broken, he was unfamiliar with guilt, and had no idea what love could be.

Overall, he was living a deeply pathetic life, full of pain, hunger and fatigue.

The only thing pushing him forward were the resonating words of his creator, telling him to "stay awake and not die". He didn't really hope for any powers, however, he was curious about what life outside of these slums could be, and he hoped that by pleasing the voice, he'd get out of here somehow.