𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - 𝑲𝒏𝒚

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒈𝒆

1802

Tw warnings: Blood, Gore, a bit of cussing, and death.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Everybody always told the story about the girl who saw the dead at least once, in very different ways. Some say she was an evil person who would take lives and give them to the demon lord Muzan Kibutsuji, who was the oldest living demon and the first one to ever become a demon. and give the blood to demons. Others have said that she was the goddess of witchcraft and was basically a puppeteer, which controls people's minds, and they could be free from her spells unless she lifted the spells; that's what puppeteers do. Some people thought she was a real person because a man in his early 20s or mid-20s saw a girl who looked around 16; she had blonde hair that went all the way to her butt but was not touching the ground; her eyes were bluish greyish like vultures eyes; it was almost scary; she wore a long, beautiful white dress. She looked extremely beautiful. Yet he had never heard her speak. And then there were some other people who just didn't believe in the girl who could see dead people because, to put it that way, it's like Greek mythology; they are never real and no one has seen a Greek god or goddess, so who would believe a myth about a girl who can see dead people? 
 
Yet things are not always what they seem. As for the story that I'm about to tell you, But before I tell you, I just want to ask you a question. What makes people want revenge so badly on a person? 
 
Have they done something that was extremely unforgivable?
 
Or was it some lousy, stupid prank?
 
Well, to answer the question, it depends on what happened that made someone want revenge. Revenge is basically a grudge that you hold on to for so long. Not some lousy "I'm going to get revenge for what you did to my fucking car." That's bullshit revenge. Revenge has to be the real reason why someone has held a mass grudge against someone for so long for what they did. 
 
This story that I'm about to tell you isn't just about revenge; it's about the difference between mercy and ruthlessness. This is the actual story of the girl who can see dead people and why she wanted revenge. 
 
Her name used to be Ruth Dickson, born in England in July of 1787 by Annabelle Dickson, who was married to James Dickson. The family was known for their kindness, and they were very rich, if it were present day. James Dickson used to work for George Washington. He used to tell stories about the causes of disarmament, mostly about Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamiton. He never sided with them, as was noted. He used to tell Ruth about how Alexander Hamiton had an affair with Maria Renyolds behind Elizabeth Hamiton, and he used to tell her not to be like him. Now her mother was a different story; she was an odd one if anyone could describe her. She wasn't very womanlike like the other women, but sure, she was a beautiful woman. Maybe that's why James Dickson married Annabelle Anderson. 
 
James Dickson died when Ruth was 10 years old. It was actually unknown how he died, but he's not important. We are here today to talk about what the fuck really happened to the girl who can see the whole story from beginning to end and why I'm telling you all this nonsense. Well, to further explain, it's not my fault that the author of this book is trying to make this chapter extremely long, so sorry in advance to the people that are reading this bullshit.
 
Anyway, back on track with the story of how James Dickson died, it was actually pretty unknown how he had died. This happened in 1797, only 5 years until Annabelle Dickson and Ruth Dickson would never be seen again on August 24th, 1802. 
 
It was a Sunday, the sun was going down, and everybody was home, which was really strange but also kind of makes sense. The townspeople say demons live in this world, especially demons, but they also say they were lucky that they were demon slayers that killed the demon slayers. 
 
Ruth Dickson was extremely interested in the demons that live in Japan; she wanted to learn about demons. She was only 15; she was walking with her mother. It was about to be nighttime as the sun was about to go down. Ruth felt like someone was following her, but she didn't know what.
 
"Mother?" 15-year-old Ruth looked up at her mother.
 
"Yes, Ruth," the mother replied, looking at her. Her eyes were emerald, the same as those of her daughter; the only difference was that they were very bright, just like her mother.
 
"I have a feeling someone is following us," she muttered as the two women stopped and looked around when the mother scoffted. and looked at her 15-year-old daughter. 
 
"You are probably just paranoid from everyone telling fake stories about demons; they are not real." Annabelle grabbed her daughter, not even knowing that in a few minutes she would be dead. 
 
It was probably officially dark by now, and at this time, demons would be lurking to get their prey, which is a human fucking being, and the Dickson women didn't even know they were real; they just thought it was a myth, but every time they were walking, Ruth always felt like someone was watching them; she didn't even know who it was or why they were following them.
 
"Mother, did you hear that?" Ruth's voice was very shaky in fear as she stopped walking, playing with her long blonde hair.
 
"Dear, I told you you are probably paranoid about what the townspeople have said earlier: demons are not real." She tried to reassure her daughter, but a noise made them flinch to their cores.
 
"I told you someone was following us," she whispered to her mom, frozen in fear, and her mother turned around to see who was following them, but it was no one.
 
Ruth didn't turn around because she had a bad feeling that something was going to happen if she did turn around. 
 
"See, Ruth, there is nothing-" Annabelle was cut off when she felt something or someone grabbed her wrist, holding it really hard. Annabelle winced as the person was digging their nails really deep into Annabelle's wrist, which shocked Ruth to her core.
 
"Who are you?" Annabelle muttered in pain as she tried to let go, but to no avail. Ruth grabbed her mother's hand and started tugging on her arm, but it wouldn't budge.
 
"Do that again, and I'll kill you, little girl." His voice was very deep. Ruth remembered how his voice was extremely deep but not as deep as you think it would be. Ruth couldn't see his face yet, nor could her mother, as she was frozen in fear.
 
"Let her go." Her voice practically gave out as tears started pouring like a river. She wasn't touching her mother, but she was watching because if she tried to stop what the man was doing, she and her mother would die. But as long as she didn't stop the man from hurting her mother, Annabelle, they would make it home alive. Right?
 
"Say anything, or you'll not make it home tonight." The man said, and Ruth nodded as she used her hand to shut her mouth up.
 
The man who Ruth later found out was the demon king, or Muzan Kibutsuji, as he kicked Annabelle to a tree, which made the 15-year-old flinch. Tears were waiting to come back, but she knew she couldn't make any noise at all or else she and her mother would die, so she said silent the whole time. So she covered her ears as she heard the screams of her mother as her life was being taken away slowly and painfully. Ruth felt blood spattering, and her mother screamed, and she's trying not to cry. Her mother wasn't dead, but she was putting up a fight for a good fight. She heard bones cracking. 
 
Ruth was shaking in fear of closing her eyes. tears were running like a river. The 15-year-old wasn't trying to make a noise, and she's been standing and seeing her mother getting. She couldn't do anything at all. Ruth had been standing there for about 3 hours, hearing her mother die slowly and painfully. She could hear her scream until she could silence her. 
 
"Look!" He heard the man, who hadn't gotten a good look, but Ruth was frozen in fear, and she knew right then that Annabelle Dickson, her mother, had died in one of the most gruesome deaths imaginable.
 
"Girl!, look!" He grabbed Ruth's arm and forcibly saw her dead mother covered in blood. Her eyes were open, but she was dead. She gasped as she fell to her knees in shock.
 
"How could you?!" She screamed angrily as she got up and looked at the man. Anger was finally coming through her eyes. That's the first stage of revenge. Anger is why people want revenge. 
 
"Don't worry, Blondie, I ain't going to touch you." The man went closer to Ruth, but Ruth backed up a bit.
 
"What the hell do you fucking want from me, asshole? You killed my mother. What more do you fucking want from me?" Ruth looked at him with pure disgust. She had never looked at anyone with disgust toward a human being.
 
Little did she know he wasn't human at all, and it would make her immortal.
 
"I want you to live forever and see the pain of your loved ones die one by one. You can be anywhere you like. You go, you're way, I go, you're way." He said very calmly, "
 
"No, I want to." That's when she felt a scratch on her arm. She winced in pain. The pain was deep, and Ruth didn't waste any time running. 
 
The woods were a dark place. Ruth knew if she didn't stop, she would be dead. But little did she know that she could not die anymore. She also thought about the man. Who the hell was that man? She finally saw his description, and he looked like a demon. She was crashing through a tree branch after tree branch
 
"I'm so sorry, mother, that I couldn't save you." Everything was a blur. Her long white dress was ripped, and her long blonde hair was now messy. The wind was blowing through Ruth long messy brown hair. 

She didn't know if the demon was following her or not but she can't stop running she got to make sure no body was following her. The flesh in her arm wasn't hurting anymore like it was a few mintues ago which was pretty fucking strange. 
 
Then she felt herself fall  from the cliff she assumed all because she was dark and she couldn't see anything at all, and then everything went black. 

On August 25th, 1802, the sun began its ascent, marking the start of what seemed like an ordinary day for many. However, for the Dickson family, it was anything but normal. The previous night had been marred by a brutal murder, leaving one of them dead and another transformed into an immortal being, neither human nor demon.

Ruth Dickson awoke to find herself amidst the aftermath, her white dress stained with blood – a grim reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded. Surprisingly, she felt no pain from the wound on her arm inflicted by the demon. As she examined herself, she realized she bore no signs of injury despite a fall from a cliff. Something had changed within her, granting her immortality, yet she remained unaware of the extent of her newfound abilities.

Uncertain of her next steps, Ruth ventured out, guided by an instinct she couldn't comprehend. Along the way, she stumbled upon a river and decided to cleanse herself of the blood that clung to her attire. However, upon catching her reflection, she was startled by the alterations she noticed – her once blonde hair now interspersed with white strands, her eyes transformed to a vibrant pink, and strange veins coursing beneath her skin.

Determined to unravel the mysteries surrounding her transformation, Ruth returned to the cabin where she and her mother had stayed, sensing an inexplicable connection to the place. Despite her confusion, one thing remained clear in her mind: the thirst for vengeance against the one responsible for her mother's death.

Driven by a centuries-old grudge, Ruth, now aware of her immortality, embarked on a quest for retribution. Little did she know, her journey would lead her to discover the true extent of her powers and the origins of her immortal existence.

As the years passed and the Dickson family's disappearance remained unresolved, Ruth remained hidden in the cabin, grappling with her newfound identity and the complexities of love – the key to unlocking the full extent of her immortality. 

'If you could learn to love another, and earn their love in return then you would be mortal and not have any powers. If you don't then she you stay immortal.'   

As the years passed, she fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a goddess?

Hey guys welcome to the first chapter of this series hope you enjoyed the story. I promise this gets better.

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