Chapter 1: Lovely Curse
Have you ever seen a dark red blood? It was believed that the darker it is, the stronger they are.
In the realm of burning ashes, this dark red blood is the most desired by the demon Gods. Though, it was rare.
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REALM OF THE BLOODLUST.
A fire, burning the flesh of every human, being summoned upon, every corner covered with dark blood as the bodies being chopped into pieces. No one has escaped this realm, even the lightest blood that have existed. Though, this is not afterlife but a domain, released by the demon Gods in order to stop the crave of the dark bloods. Little did they know, the more they acquire, the more they desired to have more.
The ground, made out of human intestines, brains and, eyeballs. Tall demons, wandering around, dragging an unfinished chopped limbs of alive human, its head, bringing the long dark brown intestines as its limbs dragged around.
A demon with an old black hoodie jacket, chanting an unknowm language as it drags bodies. "Sú kyóu púh à bushà só duké húsh" chanting with a deep voice.
"What does that even mean?" A young man with a black hair, reading a book, losing his interest as he reads the unknown language in the book, sitting in a wooden chair, hands leaning on a wooden table, his black eyes, couldn't see anything in his dark room, but the table and a book, filled with light. Closed the book and stands up, turning off the lamp.
"That's enough for today" He muttered. Upon approaching his bed, he barely see things as he walk, moving his foot, hoping to be lucky not to stumble. Filling the floor, one of his foot landed on a foot wear, making him slipped around, slamming his head as he fell off the floor, making him felt dizzy as his back slammed, together with his head.
"O... owww!" He muttered, stretching his back, rolling his body on the left side. He suddenly heard a ringing in his ear. A deep voice, whispering in his hears.
"Sú kyóu púh à bushà só duké húsh"
He hopelessly lay on a bedroom floor, looking directly at the dark side, an unknown figure, staring directly at his soul. A bald skinny figure appeared in front of him with broken neck, bending its head up, facing the ceiling, its eyes red, forcely stretched until it looked down on him.
"W...what's going on?!" He thought to himself, staring eye to eye to an unknown figure, he started to scream, sign of being scared, but he wasn't able to move. He began to struggle, screaming on the inside, the loud voice, breaking his ears down to its loudness.
His breath went faster, feeling the sweat, running down his body, he tried to scream, but this mouth just won't able to move, he tried to, but the more he struggle, the louder it whispers to him, aking him felt the despair as cricumstance goes on. Though on the outside, he slept nonchalantly.
As time ticks, he slowly lose his energy as he struggle, letting things happen in front of his eyes, leaving the whisper, speak on its own. The unknown figure slowly fades away, together with the whisper.
Everything went black, the whisper stopped, being able to move his body. Everything went silent as it was, slowly losing his energy. He began to fall asleep, right on the bedroom floor.
"Soul is a mere product, exists in order for demons to navigate throughout the world. Though I... Julian, hereby declaring a soul manifestation, manipulation. Together with my gluttony"
"Julio!" A shout from the distance, echoes uncomprehensibly.
"What did I just said just now?" Julian, lying on a bedroom floor.
"Wait... It was the book's first sentence" He muttered. "Jolio!" A scream that wakes Julio. He opened his eyes, seeing a slight blurry vision, he rubbed his eyes.
Feeling the fluff on his back, he moved his hands, touching the foam as he realized.
"Huh?"
Holding it tighter, he felt the foam on his hand. "Im... In the bed?!" Big eyes and sweat body, his mother watched him on a bedroom doorstep.
"Of course, where the hell do you even sleep? The floor? The ceiling?" She yelled. Moving her foot as she turned around, walking away.
"Get up, you're late on your Job!" She muttered.
He stretched his hands, reaching his phone only to see a four digit numbers ticking as time goes on.
His body went awake as he rushed to go to the bathroom, feeling the cold water on his body, he fully awakened ans rushed to brush his teeth, leaving his mother's cooked meal.
"Jolio! You have to eat!" His mother yelled as he clatteres away at the house, holding the suit as he went at the office.
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Arrived at the building, he was greeted by unpatient boss, whenever you get late atleast once, you'll receive a thousands of curse, coming out of his mouth.
Jolio made himself into the chair with lots of papers piling up on a table, where he received the first ring of the telephone.
Sitting on a boring chair, listening of the costumer's hateful words, he can hold long enough for one day and everyday.
"I swear, i swear, you're the most IDIOT, UGLY, DUMBEST of all the DUMBEST" a curse on the phone.
"I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOUR MOTHER SECRETLY DON'T LOVE YOU!" another curse. After curse, after curse.
He simply replied with a grin, pretentiously.
"Oh wow that's great!" Answering a phone call like a boring costumer service.
"YOU'RE A FATHERLESS KID WHO WORE A DOG COLAR CRAWLING AROUND THE DOG PARK"
"Thank you for your opinion, we'll take that as a compliment from our company"
As chair gets warmer and warmer, receiving a lovely calls from kind costumers.
The chaos finally ended, giving him a rest, taking a sip of coffee.
"Compare for the other days, i receive a fewer curse words than the previews days"
An anonymous ring caught his attention, he finished the required phone calls but the last one was too unknown.
"Hello?" He talked at the phone, he received a moment of silence as he waits for the response, he decided to act normally like an automated message
"T-thank for your opinion and we are sorry for your inconvenienc–" He stopped, trying to listen more further from the silence.
"Read the book! Read the book!" A shout from the phone shocked him, he kept to stay on character as he response and hungs up.
He felt his ear as if being clogged by something, looking around, not even a shout of his workmates can be heard.
He stands up and trying to find out more further, he felt his hands touching a sticky and squeeshy circle object, he raised his hands to look, only saw his palm hands.
"What is going on?" He whispered, as he looked down on his palm hands, the ground began to turn a dark red, seeing his shiny tictac shoes dirtied by a red liquid.
"S-so hot!" He yelled as his body covered with sweat, his foot began to dissappear as it turned red, leaving his knees.
He found himself on his kneeled, holding a ground made of human intestines and organs. He looked around, seeing a full dark red blood, hearing the screams of people being chopped alive. Just as he realized he's being sommuned at the Realm of the bloodlust.
"No! Not this time, Im on my work time"