Evil

" Is it evil just like him? Should I kill it or should I accept it? I don't know… ugh! I don't know" A woman cried while holding a child in her hand.

Her hands were trembling and she wasn't even able to look at the baby that she has just given birth to because she feared that he would be hideous. The infant was covered with blood and other impurities when it was born like any other normal child.

It cried so loud that her mother found it hard to remain sane, her instincts as a human were telling her to throw away the baby but she couldn't. She allowed the child to be born because of a similar reason, always doubting her decision but never being able to come to a decision that was her problem and she had realized it a very long time ago.

She could neither hate it nor love him, because she was both a human and a mother. Unable to bear the cries of the child she finally tried to calm him and cuddled the child. In her embrace, the infant felt the warmth that he was longing for and slowly became quiet.

" It stopped crying, he is so small and fragile..." The woman said finally she gathered the courage to look at her child.

She didn't expect it but her heart suddenly started to beat faster, it was like she was seeing an angel. Few strands of black hair and deep blue eyes that were glowing like gems. A face, so cute and kind that made her feel happiness instead of despair unlike she had imagined.

She kept staring at the child, there were still some tears flowing out of the child's eyes but it was quiet. It looked at his mother with curiosity and suddenly smiled, making her mother finally realize something.

" I love you...my dear son." Those words were so heavy to speak but she finally knew the answer.

" I will protect you and we will forever be together."

*****

Asher grew up always hearing the same thing from his mother that she will protect him and that they will always be together.

However, in the end, she left him without saying anything, One day all of a sudden she said that she doesn't want to even look at him, and then she just left without even telling him the reason.

Asher who was still around the age of ten at that time had to drop out of school because of not able to pay the fees. He was alone in a small apartment for a very long time until the landlord came and kicked him out of there too.

Wandering on the streets during the cold season, he felt unbearable pain in his body until he got used to it.

Because he never ate properly during this time, he grew thinner and became weak making him the target of every other street dweller. They would beat him every day until he bled but surprisingly he never died even when he wished, he would never die and continuously had to endure.

One day when something inside of him broke, he always lived in fear of being tortured but one day he wanted to torture them. He wanted to kill them and make them suffer.

The snow covered the roads, and in his hands, he carried a knife that was thrown away by one of the thugs that would always beat him and some other people on the street.

His first target, the person he chose to kill first was weak just like him but had betrayed him in the past. The person informed others whenever Asher would find something to eat, and because of him many times he lost his food to his abusers and was also tortured brutally.

However, when Asher got near the boy, he sensed that the boy was already dying because of the cold of the winter. Asher didn't realize it but the winter was becoming deadlier and deadlier as the days passed.

" Why did you do that to me?" Asher asked seeing the dying boy.

The weak boy who was dying looked at the sharp object in his hand and became even paler and opened his mouth to answer.

" They … shared the food whenever I told them that you have it…whatever they took from you, they allowed me to have a… small portion of it."

Asher couldn't believe that people could be so greedy. Most of the food that he got was from begging, and since Asher was easy to pity because of his looks, he was often given the food by others.

But most of the time, he only got a small piece of bread. He couldn't believe that the boy would be so greedy that even for a small portion out of that already small piece of bread, he would make him suffer.

What he now felt wasn't anger but disgust, he couldn't bear to look at the dying child.

" I pray that you burn in hell," Asher spoke as he pushed the knife into the heart of the dying child.

He killed a living being for the first time, and he didn't feel happy or sad. He didn't know what he gained from it until he heard something and saw something unusual in front of his eyes.

[ You have successfully claimed a life.]

[ You have been rewarded.]

[ Your Demonic transformation begins, currently at 0.001%]

*****

For a ten-year-old child, it was too much, suddenly these weird screens were floating in front of him and he heard a strange voice in his head. It was scary enough to kill a human with his hands for Asher but experiencing this as well as a great shock.

Asher was smart, he knew what a demon meant. His mother always taught him how to live as a good human being. He was told to never hurt anyone, or kill anyone but despite that he did it.

He would have never killed a human, the only reason he did what he did was that he was provoked time and time. He never wanted to kill people that kicked him out of the small apartment he live in, he didn't hate his mother for leaving him but he hated these scums who would always find pleasure in torturing him.

The ecstatic faces that they made while beating him were the faces of true evil.

Killing them was the only thought on his mind until he noticed something, His hands were covered in blood. He rubbed the snow on his hand to wash off the blood but the stain remained there. It smelled and he felt dirty, now there was no turning back, he wanted to finish what he had started.