My body was consumed by the darkness of my lightless room, my ears filled with the screams of my mother and curses of my father, " Why do you do this Hotesu? Why must you hurt your own family so?" My mother cried out. I jumped as the whip cracked and another scream erupted by the woman who had brought me into this world. I would have called out but I knew what my father was capable of, "Don't you dare question me! I own you and I own Ziesha!" I heard my mother cry out in protest as my father's footstep grew louder. I heard another crack of the whip and my mother fell silent. My eyes grew wide in fear as the door handle turned. I began to wonder what my purpose in life was. Was it to be a pawn for my father? Was it to see how much pain I could go through before my imminent end? As the door was pulled back and the light of the hallway flooded in, I began to realize my purpose. The silhouette of my father faced me as I brought myself to my feet. I held up my hand and pointed it towards my father. He took one step forward before I spoke, "You...You are the devil." He flinched in shock, his expression growing stronger with anger, "How dare you-"
"YOU ARE THE DEVIL AND I AM IN HELL!" I shouted out before running towards him and throwing a punch straight towards his face.
He caught my fist within his hands and picked my up off the ground by my neck, brining us face to face, "You're not in hell, you are experiencing the reality of this world. You resent me, that's good. Hate me, wish for my agonizing death, for I am not the devil. I am your Demon, the same demon that will break you down and destroy your soul, just like your mother. I am your end."
I gasped in shock as I noticed my mother's lifeless body slumped against the wall my father. My body trembled, not from fear, but from anger, "Bastard..." I whispered, repeating it over and over, it eventually growing louder, "I WILL END YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!" I felt his grip on my neck loosen and I took it as my chance. I bit into his hand, making him shout out in pain. I dropped from the ground but I didn't stop. My tist came into contact with his jaw and knocked him to the ground. I picked up the glass vase my mother had bought me for my 11th birthday and threw it at his head. I watched as it shattered over him. I walked over to him And grabbed a handful of his shirt, " You are wrong father, I am your end." With all my strength I struck him across the head with my foot, hearing the satisfying 'crack' of his neck and staring into his lifeless eyes. I spat at his body and stepped over it. Tears made their way to my eyes as I crouched in front of my mother, brushing the hair out of her face and wiping the tears away, " Don't cry mother, your death was not in vain." I hugged her cold body and cried into her shoulder, " I will not let anyone like him walk on the earth as long as I do too. I will put an end to hatred because sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. You once said to me, 'You're flam burns strong Ziesha, stronger than others. I will never let it go out'. We'll this is it. My flame burns stronger than ever, it's time to engulf the smaller flames of demons and bring to earth, lives without hatred. I love you mother, but I have to leave." And with that. I kissed her forehead and walked down the hallway, opening the door and seeing the dark night sky, I hugged my scarf tightly as I stepped into the cold night air. As I stepped out of my life of pain into a new world, I world in which I would bring indefinite peace.
