I Fell Inlove with the Devil

Chapter 2- Birthday Present

"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies."

                         - Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Irina's POV

"Kill him. Or else he will kill you."

The guy said. Who is him this time? I looked at him with full question in my face.

What? Who will I gonna kill?

I looked at myself in a broken mirror. I was dressed in all black. A pants and a sleeveless top. I am also wearing a black cloak as what those Angels of Death are wearing. It has a little sign into its heart side. A sign which means of a group or an organization.

I noticed my hands. Holy shit?! I am holding a shotgun on my right hand and a dagger on my left hand.

I l-looked like a killer! A hunter!

But who's my prey?

I looked at my surrounding. Full of astonishment. It was dark and cold here. Black roses are scattered on the ground.

"Shotguns and roses. Make a deadly potion."

Tumikhim ako ng marinig ko ang malamig na boses ng isang pamilyar na tao.

It's him! The guy on my nightmares! B-but something's unusual. He look weak and........a golden rope was tied up all over him. It is like he was captivated b-by........... by me. By us.

"Irina kill him now! They're now coming for us!" sigaw nung lalaki kanina. He was also dressed as mine. He's also wearing a cloak and has deadly weapons.

I looked at the guy. He's all tied up and I feel like he can't even defend himself.

Who are you?

W-what are you?

"I love you Irina." I froze for a moment. No. He didn't move his lips. Nor I didn't hear any sound that came out from his lips but how come I heard those words?

He can read my mind?

"Yes my Irina. I l-love you, truly." he answered and with that he flashed a devilish smile into his face. Pero kalaunan, napalitan din iyon ng kalungkulatan. A smile which shows all the sadness, frustration, and hurt he surely feel right now.

I don't know but, I feel hurt too. I pity him. I c-can't do this.

But when I looked into my hands I can see many reasons to kill him. Mga rason na makatarungan at tumatawag saakin para gawin ito. Para gawin ang trabaho ko.

Kill him.

Or

Love him.

Or

Die.

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Nagising ako.

I can feel the sun hitting up my face and brightening up my whole room.

It's Tuesday. 13th of July. Exact date of my 18th birthday.

"ANAK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" halos mapatalon ako ng bigla na namang sumulpot si mama sa pinto. She was smiling happily to me while holding a white cake. A vanilla flavoured cake into her hands. Ahh~ my favorite.