"Huff huff."
As he ran, tears never stopped streaming down his face.
"Please don't be…"
Sniff!
…..
"Huff huff."
Dean panted as he entered through the gate.
Entering the kingdom, the sight that greeted him left him retching on the spot.
He couldn't believe it.
No!
He refused to believe it!
What entered his vision were empty clothes of varying sizes and of different kinds.
Men's clothes, women's clothes, and children's clothes.
What they all had in common was the black dust that filled them up.
'These people are all dead?'
*wuuaaah*
Throwing what little food remained in his stomach, Dean continued to pant for breath, as his heart felt so stifled.
'I killed them all?'
Drip drip.
The tears felt endless as they continued falling.
At this point, his eyes were completely red as if possessed by a demon.
These were not eyes a child should have.
It took him not less than thirty minutes to reach the kingdom.
As if subconsciously realizing that he may not have much time, his legs moved as he made his way to the palace.
…..
Dean entered the palace hall, and the sight that greeted him wasn't any different.
Ignoring the other clothes that loitered the hall, he walked in closer to the throne.
Arriving in front of the throne, he saw the crown, king's robes, and black dust resting on it.
He had hope that his father wouldn't die, after all, his father was the strongest in the kingdom.
However.
Dean knelt down as the tears finally stopped cascading down his face.
His eyes were already clouded by despair.
His heart was already riddled with pain.
He was completely listless.
He remained on his knees for a few minutes before he rose up once more to confirm what he didn't want to.
He made his way to his mother's chamber.
…..
Dean knelt beside the chair he saw his mother sit on this morning.
The table was still filled with various bottles of wine.
However, what remained on the chair were empty clothes and black dust.
Grabbing the empty clothes, Dean pulled them into his embrace.
"Mother!"
His head hung down.
'I killed everyone.
'I killed father.
'And I killed ...'
Drip drip.
The tears that had stopped falling didn't return instead what took its place was
Blood!
Dean cried blood as tears!
He didn't cry out or wail loudly like a normal twelve-year-old would.
No!
He silently cried blood.
"Th-this sin is too hea-heavy to bear," he choked out in between the falling blood.
There was a legend.
In ancient times a grandmaster physician once theorized that if one reaches the very limit one's mind could bear, if one's emotional state reaches a certain peak of pain and despair, the eyes would let out blood as tears to depict the emotional damage said person has received.
Dean couldn't take it any longer.
His mind couldn't bear to shoulder this pain.
So he lost consciousness as he continued to kneel, blood streaming down his still-opened eyes.
In his state of unconsciousness, Dean failed to detect the series of messages that were popping up before him.
>
…..
*Ziiiinnnng!*
…..
…..
"Father, mother, there is someone here."
The voice of a little girl sounded out.
"What?"
A man's voice responded as a series of footsteps quickly approached.
"It is true. There is someone here, let us just ignore him."
"But husband, he is just a child. How can we leave him in such a condition?"
"It is dangerous out here. We are about to reach the city, let us avoid attracting any unnecessary trouble."
"If it was our daughter laying out here, would you ignore her?"
"Eh?"
The man seemed taken by surprise.
"Father, let us help him!"
The young girl's voice echoed out once more.
"Sigh!
"Alright."
"Yay!"
Even though Dean lost consciousness, he could make out some of the voices echoing around him.
…..
After an unknown period of time, Dean finally opened his eyes.
His eyes were completely bloodshot.
He gazed at the roof of what seemed to be a carriage.
*Whoosh*
A little girl's face suddenly popped out above him.
"Yay! Big brother is awake. How do you feel?"
It seemed as if Dean was looking back at her, however, he wasn't.
He was looking at the message that suddenly appeared before him.
His hand automatically shot up as it pierced through the chest of the little girl, bringing her heart out the other side.
A new message popped up in front of him.
Dean sat up, his eyes were listless yet bloodshot.
He ignored the dead corpse before him and left the carriage.
"AHHH!'"
What immediately followed were cries of pain and anguish.
Dean ignored the messages that appeared before him and continued walking in the direction the carriage was following.
…..
A few hours later.
A big city appeared before him.
As he gazed at the city before him, new series of messages popped up in his view.
After a few moments passed.
…..
This is the path of Dean, the one true successor of one of the three only sovereign gods; the EVIL GOD!
"Huff huff."
As he ran, tears never stopped streaming down his face.
"Please don't be…"
Sniff!
…..
"Huff huff."
Dean panted as he entered through the gate.
Entering the kingdom, the sight that greeted him left him retching on the spot.
He couldn't believe it.
No!
He refused to believe it!
What entered his vision were empty clothes of varying sizes and of different kinds.
Men's clothes, women's clothes, and children's clothes.
What they all had in common was the black dust that filled them up.
'These people are all dead?'
*wuuaaah*
Throwing what little food remained in his stomach, Dean continued to pant for breath, as his heart felt so stifled.
'I killed them all?'
Drip drip.
The tears felt endless as they continued falling.
At this point, his eyes were completely red as if possessed by a demon.
These were not eyes a child should have.
It took him not less than thirty minutes to reach the kingdom.
As if subconsciously realizing that he may not have much time, his legs moved as he made his way to the palace.
…..
Dean entered the palace hall, and the sight that greeted him wasn't any different.
Ignoring the other clothes that loitered the hall, he walked in closer to the throne.
Arriving in front of the throne, he saw the crown, king's robes, and black dust resting on it.
He had hope that his father wouldn't die, after all, his father was the strongest in the kingdom.
However.
Dean knelt down as the tears finally stopped cascading down his face.
His eyes were already clouded by despair.
His heart was already riddled with pain.
He was completely listless.
He remained on his knees for a few minutes before he rose up once more to confirm what he didn't want to.
He made his way to his mother's chamber.
…..
Dean knelt beside the chair he saw his mother sit on this morning.
The table was still filled with various bottles of wine.
However, what remained on the chair were empty clothes and black dust.
Grabbing the empty clothes, Dean pulled them into his embrace.
"Mother!"
His head hung down.
'I killed everyone.
'I killed father.
'And I killed ...'
Drip drip.
The tears that had stopped falling didn't return instead what took its place was
Blood!
Dean cried blood as tears!
He didn't cry out or wail loudly like a normal twelve-year-old would.
No!
He silently cried blood.
"Th-this sin is too hea-heavy to bear," he choked out in between the falling blood.
There was a legend.
In ancient times a grandmaster physician once theorized that if one reaches the very limit one's mind could bear, if one's emotional state reaches a certain peak of pain and despair, the eyes would let out blood as tears to depict the emotional damage said person has received.
Dean couldn't take it any longer.
His mind couldn't bear to shoulder this pain.
So he lost consciousness as he continued to kneel, blood streaming down his still-opened eyes.
In his state of unconsciousness, Dean failed to detect the series of messages that were popping up before him.
>
…..
*Ziiiinnnng!*
…..
…..
"Father, mother, there is someone here."
The voice of a little girl sounded out.
"What?"
A man's voice responded as a series of footsteps quickly approached.
"It is true. There is someone here, let us just ignore him."
"But husband, he is just a child. How can we leave him in such a condition?"
"It is dangerous out here. We are about to reach the city, let us avoid attracting any unnecessary trouble."
"If it was our daughter laying out here, would you ignore her?"
"Eh?"
The man seemed taken by surprise.
"Father, let us help him!"
The young girl's voice echoed out once more.
"Sigh!
"Alright."
"Yay!"
Even though Dean lost consciousness, he could make out some of the voices echoing around him.
…..
After an unknown period of time, Dean finally opened his eyes.
His eyes were completely bloodshot.
He gazed at the roof of what seemed to be a carriage.
*Whoosh*
A little girl's face suddenly popped out above him.
"Yay! Big brother is awake. How do you feel?"
It seemed as if Dean was looking back at her, however, he wasn't.
He was looking at the message that suddenly appeared before him.
His hand automatically shot up as it pierced through the chest of the little girl, bringing her heart out the other side.
A new message popped up in front of him.
Dean sat up, his eyes were listless yet bloodshot.
He ignored the dead corpse before him and left the carriage.
"AHHH!'"
What immediately followed were cries of pain and anguish.
Dean ignored the messages that appeared before him and continued walking in the direction the carriage was following.
…..
A few hours later.
A big city appeared before him.
As he gazed at the city before him, new series of messages popped up in his view.
After a few moments passed.
…..
This is the path of Dean, the one true successor of one of the three only sovereign gods; the EVIL GOD!
