Chapter 11: Chapter 9: Epilogue

“But before we celebrate, you must understand how things work around here.”

His antagonizing expression made me shriek, from a fully contended one to a serious eerie one, causing me to put my feet back into reality, cursing and scorning at my fate.

‘Is he going to attempt what that other man did?’ My torso started trembling, as my eyes followed the elder body, getting up further from me. He took soft steps along with Rubia, who entered a different door after locking the one where we came from.

‘Will I become a prisoner again? I don’t want this!’ Innocence and lack of knowledge were two things that resounded within my brain as it wasn’t possible to grasp the outcome of whatever situation this was, no matter how much effort I spent.

He returned with a long knife and headed closer to the door. The woman went by, opening it while gazing at me.

“Come. Now is the time for you to show us your loyalty.”

Despite the shaking, I placed a hand on top of the magic circle and then got up, making use of the pushing strength towards the floor as support. Once more, my feet led me to where they signaled me. Again and again, they took me to the strangest and darkest places. Very much like a puppet whose strings were being played with by someone else. Who was it? I didn’t know, but there was no major resentment towards it either.

Once we entered the new room, muffled voices reached my ears as I noticed what looked like two figures tied up in a chair. The master poked my right shoulder softly, grabbing my attention as I whined from staring at the short weapon in his hand. ‘Does he possibly want me to grab it?’ 

My eyes gazed upon his blue robe till they met with the elder’s brown ones. As my hand reached out for it, gripping it, I noticed how heavy it actually way, unlike any other I ever got my hands on. To be fair, there had only been wood ones for us to use while eating back then. This one had a brilliant grey aspect to it, even shone with the light from the lamp on a table nearby filled with many silvery-looking and scaring tools. From that glimpse, I noticed red dots on a couple of them, unaware of what they were, but nervous I felt from their aspect. Therefore, my gaze averted from there. “Do I untie them up with this?”

The hushed quiet sounds became more euphoric with my words whilst I noticed the master eyebrow rise. “Not at all. Your job is to kill both of them. If you untie them, they will probably murder you instead.”

My brain failed to accept and comprehend those words. Not that my ears didn’t hear them or that I didn’t know what they meant, but there had not been one time where my body aimed to harm someone else regardless of how bad things were.

“It doesn’t matter what you were, it only counts what you’ll become.” His works struck me deeply. He was asking me to forsake my entire life and all that englobed it.

‘It wouldn’t be so bad to become someone new, but not at the price of killing innocents...’ Tears started running down from my eyes despite my thoughts, unsure if I could commit to such a request. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, as my body had been plenty of times. Compared to many others I knew of profound pain, thus why would doing the same to others be a thing I wanted? I felt naive after the moment a young woman’s voice spoke low words across the room, causing the bodies between us to shudder harshly.

“If it helps to convince you, he’s Rival and she’s Josie.”

“Ah...” I panted harshly, holding the handle stiffer than ever before, reminded of everything they had done to me. Unspeakable torturous things between his hellfire that burnt my skin madly and her holy light that’d mend my injuries only so much as to not allow me to die. Unaware to me, the elder grinned and Rubia’s eyes gazed attentively at me as if analyzing my character, or perhaps observing my actions.

“I’ve never done anything wrong towards the two of you... so why!?” I yelled frantically, shivering, “why did you do all that to me?”

I questioned them, desperately wanting to know the truth, how they felt, or perhaps looking for a justification that could somehow appease my heart. Upon my words, the young woman removed the black cloth that hid their hideous faces along with the one in their mouths, and then she held a knife in each hand, pointing them towards the back of their bodies while giving a threat. “If you try to cast the tiniest of spells, consider yourselves dead.”

The first one to blabber madly as expected was Josie, the mad dog of hell, who couldn’t see a smile on my face without making sure it disappeared at all costs. “I’m not to blame. It’s your fault for looking like that.” Like many times before, those vile words made my heart tremble and shatter. “If you weren’t so unsightly, we wouldn’t have spent so much money taking care of you for this long!” Her words reverberated inside my mind, causing my hands to take hold of my head as if it was going to fall, and break into a thousand pieces on the floor similar to glass.

I screamed while crying, terribly offended once more, “why, why, why!? It was not my choice to be born this way!”

To this question, the owner of the pet spoke coldly.

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“Who cares about that? You’re just a filthy lowborn one to be sold and enslaved to the end of your days! Now let us out of here! I’m a friend of his majesty!” He ordered us to free him, causing the master to click his tongue. To that, the servant once more gagged their mouths, leaving their faces exposed. As it reached Josie’s turn, she attempted to recite, being hit with a powerful blow from Rubia’s fist. My icy eyes glared at them, but they moved towards the master, who looked puzzled at me, and then he understood.

The elder walked near the woman, healing her cheek, returning to the previous spot once he finished, and as if testing me, he proclaimed. “If you do not wish to kill them, you don’t have to.”

Those words pierced my heart with a hundred needles, but the master didn’t know the pain I went through. He couldn’t possibly understand the hellfire that crawled through my skin, causing me to scorch for hours. An ill-burning desire consumed me, turning my following actions into sin. “It’s not my fault!” I shouted a few times, building momentum into my twisted self that carved out for more than a normal human being would. I rushed over to Josie, whose sparkling glitter in her eyes was clearly full with disgust at the sight of my figure. 

From my act, I panicked at the end, shaking from top to bottom, slipping slightly, ending up on stabbing her left shoulder. Soon I composed myself, allowing my gaze to inspect the result, watching the familiar sticky and disgusting liquid flow out of the now opened flesh caused by the grey-looking weapon. ‘It looks like my blood from back then! Ah... we’re the same!’ I realized then at that strange warmth like tomato soup that was stuck to my arm, making me scream, reminded me of the flames. I breathed deeply and then pointed at what I did with the tip of my index finger.

“Look at it! Look at it!” I shouted angrily at her, repeating myself as my brain couldn’t process more than it. It was full of unlimited rage that increased at every moment, when all I wanted was for it to disappear completely, perhaps. My hand pulled the tool out, and my eyes took a glance at her pained expression, delighting in it with a cruel smile. I laughed crazily inside my mind, tilting my head slightly to the side, allowing my hair to be in front of both eyes, causing me to look extra ghastly and scary. A chill crawled onto the woman’s spine, intensified by my revolting questioning. “Do you like it? To feel pain? It hurts, doesn’t it!?”

Without holding myself back any further, I stabbed Josie again, and this time removed it softly, adding heartless words. “It is quite the treacherous sensation, isn’t it? One that forces our body to act without our consent. Right?” Something felt amiss as I copied the things and words they did and said to me before. With a muttering tone as the woman suffered, it sounded barely audible, displeasing me. An inner maleficent side of me, which I was yet unaware of, uttered. “Screams... I want to hear them!”

I glanced over at the master and for the first time in my life; I begged for something that I truly wanted, instead of the usual crawling on the ground seeking for mercy. “Please! I suffered for six years from their spells that would burn and regenerate my skin.” The elder consented immediately without a word, causing an evil grin to appear on his face, as this was what he originally wanted to happen. No chance in a billion would he let either of them walk with their lives from this place. I knew that within me by instinct, as I too was once a caged animal waiting for the salvation that never came.

Once I discovered the profound abilities of the old man, Rubia took out the cloth from her mouth, and without giving the woman time to say a word. I started stabbing her crazily over and over again whilst an aura kept the wounds healing for me. How terribly grateful I was that this could reduce my rage simply by causing someone else pain. Now my mind too understood why they did it. It felt refreshing, and more than that, it was a stimulating and liberating sensation. Tears ran down below my eyes, as the crimson fluid countlessly poured towards my face, filling it from the splatter. 

After 47 stabs, my hair was now unsightly and stenchy, far more crimson than it was ever white. Unfazed, Rubia finally spoke after a long time in silence, hearing the dog howling, watching the crimson pooling down under my feet, darkening the brown carpet as the master healing was so great that it allowed for them to have endless amounts of this divine crimson liquid. From time to time, I’d move my feet, feeling the gluing of the blood-soaked texture similar to a sponge, it was bizarre and gross, worse yet were for my ears to hear the squelching sound it came with it, reminding me of an open body whose organs remained on a display, and that instead of furniture, I was stepping on one of them, a liver or a lung, perhaps.

“It must’ve been in fate’s plan that it turned out this way, but, by all means... don’t forget the man.” She pointed at him mercilessly, causing my eyes to remember the vile owner who caused me incessant suffering. “You should give her some time to catch her breath, otherwise she’ll grow numb from pain and possibly even faint.” The woman’s eyes trembled before me, causing my lips to take on an evil grin. Before this situation, unaware to me, they had questioned both and understood what they had done at every degree and detail. To every kid at the orphanage too, but comparing my pain to theirs, well, it was clear who outdid the other.

Shortly after, I took the servant’s advice, glaring at Rival who looked dumbfounded for a while now, at everything I did, possibly thinking that I didn’t have it in me to do such things. But to be fair towards such a male fiend, not even I knew of the fortes my body could conduct, of the feats that I was yet to perpetrate. It was certainly a lecture that my mind was slowly comprehending. Remembering the dark and fiery nights, the smell of candles and dust, narrow places and weights, salty tears, and useless resisting, my lips shivered. “If only I had a fire... to make you understand...” 

Upon my mutter, very much like a blessing appearing out of nowhere, a goddess descended from heaven to heed my pleas. Rubia stood next to me and, from the top of her hand, a flame surfaced.

“Ah!” It made me cry with gratitude as I looked at her with a beatific smile.

‘This girl... is becoming crazy, isn’t she? Will that really be okay, master?’ She thought whilst staring at me quietly, finding my expression to be ominous and creepy, receiving her own share of shivers that I was soon to feel.

Without having the ability to manipulate the flame. I grabbed her wrist and pulled it closer to the man’s chest like he had done to me before. Slowly lowering her arm down below as the heat and pain made a bump increase on his pants, that and possibly the cleavage and beautiful looks of the young woman in front of him.

“Look at you Rival! You seem like you’re having fun!” I burst into mad laughter as some words came from my side.

“He really is greasy like a pig, and smelly too.” The elder spoke, walking towards the entrance, opening it for the air to circulate.

I smiled widely as he returned. And so, the muffled screams began as layer by layer I tortured him, going as far as cooking thoroughly his carrot and onions, leaving but a closed-hole in its place, similar to a donut. ‘How great is fire? It harms and seals all in one!’ Having lost myself for a while now, perhaps reaching a new improved version of me, a psychotic one I kept at it for a long time, causing justice to befall on the two of them without ever feeling satisfied, and my mind becoming more and more maddened. Six years had truly been a long and painful length of time.

Hours went by, days went through, and then after some months, I killed both with my own hands after they apologized for everything they did to me, multiple times. Their words didn’t move me at all, of course. The real reason to let them forsake this world was mostly on the master’s behalf as they exhausted the poor old man energy, and that by itself was a waste on such vulgar figures such as theirs.

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