97 Yamas rage (1/2)

Death and blood always had an important meaning in my real world

When my mother was killed in front of my eyes by my father, did I really at that moment felt sad for her.

Because in fact, it wasn't my mother from, to begin with. She was just the person that torments me every day of my life.

I was not sad because she died, but I was afraid of death. I wanted to live

So when I put my hand in the pool of blood that was under my mother, I was horrified because my drunken father he could have moved his attention to me and killed me.

So I ran away from that house when I got the opportunity. That when I was taking by that son of a bitch Child molester, we were attacked every night without mercy.

Why didn't I hold the damn knife put it to my neck and finish everything? that what anyone else would have done?

Anyone else would have killed himself and ended all that misery.

But I didn't do that, I clung to life from that moment. I no longer feard death but I didn't want to die either I want to live

I don't want to Subjugated and die while my head is on the ground.

I wanted to prove to myself and to everyone that I deserve better than this, I wanted to prove that I don't deserve to bullied like this, I am stronger than that

No one dares to mock me

I don't see anyone below me because I only look above me and no one is above me, I am higher than everyone.

So I was always holding on to life, I was like the one who got tossed after his life and death battle with no energy left. Until he reached the edge of the mountain where no one else was alive.

And shouted loudly

”I'm alive”

Do you hear me? I am still in this life, I am here, I exist.

I've always been out of tune. No one knows what is going on in my mind. I don't have a deep relationship with anyone. As for me, I have another cause, another land, and A war that doesn't concern anyone.

So no matter how I got to the bottom of despair, I was still standing. and not bowing to anyone.

If I learned one lesson in life it would be this. You don't lean or depend on anyone in life, because the harder you lean the stronger your fall will be.

So whenever I fell I stood alone without anyone help.

Therefore, my name became the most terrifying name in my last world, everyone was terrified small and big, my name caused their bodies to shiver and their hearts beat to rise.

Blood was always my only friend, I used to take pleasure in watching other people Blood.

Because that meant that I was the Victor. that pleasure turned into love over time

Until I became completely in love with blood so I think I loved Dracula because blood is her weapon.

Someone told me one day

The one who doesn't fall doesn't stand

I didn't understand this sentence at the time, and I looked at him with irony as if he was a fool

But time proved to me that I was the fool. now I know that whoever doesn't fall does not stand.

I began to open my eyes slowly because I had no energy.

The smell of blood was everywhere I think it's the blood more than one person.

\u003c1000/900\u003e

'How did I get that number? How long I have been out for'

The scene around me was foggy, I was trapped by a group of monsters

No these are my dark army.

What is this black smoke in the sky, the forest was burning

Damn it. I don't understand anything

suddenly Dracula appeared beside me

”master, are you okay?”

”I'm OK, what happened, why is the forest burning?” I said weakly.

”Yama, when she thought, was dead. She lost her min and started burning everything without discrimination” there was some fear in her voice.

”And why would she think I was dead?” I was somewhat confused

”Your body, sir, didn't have a single drop of energy your body turned into some skin and bones. Master your heart stooped”

”Why didn't you stop her?”

”master, the skill rage in the world of demons, exist every 1000 years. Whoever gets this power his strength is multiplied by 3 times, but the problem is that if a person cannot control this skill, he/she may die. Yama now is in the last stage, and if we do not stop her now, she might die”

'That damned girl, why did she do all that? Is it really because she thought I was dead?'

'Does she really love me that much? And why does this matter terrify me, so I don't want anyone to love me or am I afraid to love them back?'