4 IT (1/2)

After seeing Edward stop at a distance from him and not even glancing at his lifeless wife, Ozul knew that he would never find the same comfort that his mother provided him from anyone else.

He had already noticed that no one liked him. His mother was the only exception. There was panic, fear, and disgust in everyone's eyes that looked at him.

The reason? Well, he is not so sure himself, but If he had to take a guess? He would probably say that the tattoo-like engravings on both of his arms and his left leg were perhaps the reason.

Yes, There were some kind of symbols in black colour slowly moving around the arms and his left leg like they were alive. The symbols visibly etched on his skin. Trying to move to other parts of his body but failing. They were strange in more ways than one.

Other incidents involving him were also strange. The whole continent suddenly got engulfed in darkness during his birth, His deep abyss like eyes, And the dark aura surrounding him. Together with the mysterious symbols, just about anyone would call him a Devils Child.

He began to wonder about how he was even able to understand what people were saying.

But just at this moment, one of the masked men under Edward approached him, and only when the masked man was about to touch Ozul's hand, the ancient lifelike symbols suddenly stopped and sent a streak of dark energy towards the man's hand which started burning the hand.

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Edward Abilon could see how the dark smoke swirling around the man's hand was slowly disintegrating it until the energy dispersed, leaving only the man's screams of agony and less then half an arm.

Edward was stunned but not so surprised. He had already expected resistance from the 'DEVILS SPAWN.' That is why he sent his subordinate to 'test the waters.'

He also realized that only when the man's hand touched the engraved skin, did it act and retaliate.

Meaning, except for the arms and the left leg, it should be safe to touch 'IT.'

But he still wouldn't take risks with his life and ordered his guard to check it.

The guy with half an arm was sent away. Another one of the guards came forward and instead of foolishly trying to touch 'IT.' He took a rode out of seemingly nowhere and felt 'ITS' 'normal' skin with it.

He received no reaction whatsoever. Even though the masked man was not sure if direct skin contact could again trigger the dark energy, He now had a little more confidence.

The masked man went forward to touch 'IT,' albeit slowly. He was relieved to find out that he did not have a hand slowly turning into dust.

He picked 'IT' up carefully, as not to touch or even go near the weird lifelike symbols.

”Take 'IT' away!” hurriedly ordered Edward as he did not want to take an unnecessary risk by keeping 'IT' here.

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”Take 'IT' away!” was the last thing Ozul heard before being carried away like a piece of baggage to somewhere.

He had already discerned that these people would not have mercy on a child, the way they kept calling him 'IT.' Like a thing, not even considering him alive.

But what could Ozul even do besides thinking? After all, He was a newborn baby. Except for crying and swinging his hands, there was nothing much he could do to change the outcome of the situation.

Maybe... just maybe, if he had those engravings under his control. But he would need some time to figure out anything—the time which the current situation didn't allow him.

After a long time, he was brought into the woods. But the masked man still did not rest and kept running nonstop.

It was then that all of a sudden dizziness got the better of him and he started drifting into sleep.

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Ozul did not know how much time passed, but when he regained consciousness, he was already in an area surrounded by trees. Other then the trees, he could only see a seemingly low-profile warehouse of some sorts.

No one was in the vicinity of the warehouse except for a supposedly drunk man sitting in front of it.

Only when he was in front of the drunk man, did he 'notice' our presence.

”Hear our voices.”, dumbly said the drunk man to no one as he kept a vacant look on his face.