The Little Villain's Playground

The sky trembled with a gentle breeze, waiting for events to unfold. Streams of light poured down from the clouds, creating a canvas of reflected the chaos of the world below. Amid this atmospheric symphony stood a child whose eyes reflected the celestial dance of colors.

As the breeze whispered through the leaves, the boy felt the melody of the strings echoing within him. Unseen but deeply felt, the strings played a symphony that told the story of his rebirth.

Over time, the child found comfort in the melodies resonating within him, where his soul should dwell. Music became a guiding spiritual force throughout his life journey.

Ru was a talented and beautiful child. That's why many wanted to adopt him. Six families have requested Ru so far. They were all extremely wealthy. But all families experienced some disaster in the process of acclimating the child. One's mansion burned down, and the other's members had a traffic accident. There was even a family whose ship sank. The last candidate died under suspicious circumstances. Or they were killed.

All these unfortunate events sullied Ru's name. He was declared to be the ominous one. He was known as the demonic child and that's why he hated all demons.

For example, from the imp currently hiding in the wardrobe.

"Hey, you cheap imp! I know you're hiding in that closet. Come out," Ru shouted.

He took a pair of scissors, climbed onto the chair, jumped onto the top of the wardrobe, and began kicking at the wardrobe door while sitting and dangling his legs.

"I said get out, you little fiend!"

He was eagerly awaiting the appearance of the imp, a creature with a big head, two horns, a pig's nose, a wrinkled face, moth wings, slimy skin, and a body as small as a baby's.

The adrenaline pumping through his veins gave him the power of creativity.

Ru struck a rhythm with his heels against the wooden wardrobe. He was playing the drums of war with gusto. The roar of the storm outside and the rattling of the hailstorm accompanied the rhythm. Occasional flashes of lightning and claps of thunder crowned his inspiration.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning streaked down from the sky and struck somewhere nearby.

KA-GRAAAAW!

The flickering lights in the orphanage created an eerie atmosphere. When the only lamp in Ru's room went out, a blanket of darkness enveloped the surroundings. He stopped his drumming and strained his eyes to make out shapes in the blackness. Relying on his heightened senses, Ru listened intently to the mysterious sounds echoing around him.

And then, a creak echoed through the room.

Creeeeak...

Simultaneously, the wardrobe door began to open slowly, illuminated by a flash of lightning outside.

Kraka- boom!

Ru noticed the exposed figure and immediately grabbed the scissors, jumping over the wardrobe. He landed on the imp, wrapped his legs around its body, and plunged the scissors into its back.

With a piercing scream, the creature desperately struggled to break free from Ru's grasp. Undeterred, Ru continued stabbing it with the scissors repeatedly, each thrust fueled by a mix of fear and anger.

Cries of agony echoed through Ru's room, filling the orphanage with a chilling symphony of pain. The wooden stairs creaked under the weight of hurried footsteps, while the relentless storm slammed windows shut, shattering glass. Voices from various rooms and corridors mingled with the howling wind, creating a dissonant cacophony of fear and confusion.

"What's happening?"

"God save us!"

"Something's happened to him!"

"Somebody wake up the manager!"

The imp moaned in pain. Ru, soaked in its blood, continued to stab it with the scissors.

"Just die! I said die! Die!"

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. The corridor's light streamed in, partially illuminating the room. Ru, still in his frenzy, stopped. He raised his head and tried to make out the faces of the figures frozen on the threshold.

A child screamed, causing another child to faint instantly. The three older children struggled to stay calm as they retraced their steps.

One of the witnesses, after a lot of swallowing, finally spoke, "Oh no!"

"This can't be! This can't have happened," cried another witness, his eyes wide with shock.

As they stared at the bloody scene, one of the horrified children asked, "My God, what have you done?"

The sight was truly horrific, evoking a deep sense of shock and despair.

What had once been a playground of childlike creativity was now a pool of blood with evil in the middle.

"We can no longer live in this nightmare," said one of the witnesses, his voice shaking. Then he turned his head back to the curious crowd and raised his voice: "Someone summon an adult, now!"

The shock and surreal horror painted an indelible image in their minds, leaving them to deal with the eerie aftermath of Ru's unhinged symphony.

As the brightness of the light increased, the horrific scene inside the room became clearer. Ru held the bloody scissors in his hand and stared at the little demon he had mercilessly stabbed seventeen times.

Ru was looking at the imp...

When all the lights illuminated the room, the imp lay motionless on the floor, his little body twisted in pain.

Seeing the crimson of the blood, Ru's heart beat rapidly. His trembling hands dropped the scissors with a mixture of relief and regret. His gaze was locked on the imp's lifeless eyes.

But Ru was still looking at the imp.

And he was seeing only one demon.