Growing up, everyone would want to star in a fairytale, but what happens if it's a lead role in a horrific one?
Hey! Have you heard this rumor? A long time ago, a devil was found in a forest immediately after his birth. The baby didn't know his parents, didn't know where he was from or how he got to the woodlands.
Nature went on with its normal activities, with the squirrels chattering, their feet shuffling through dead leaves, birds sang, insects churned, and the rustle of animals rooting in underbrush played on.
A wolf found a black sack rustling on the forest ground and the shape of a tiny hand pushed against the plastic.
A wave of cold shock came over the wolf and it picked its way over the ground to check what was inside out of curiosity.
It opened up the sack with its teeth and revealed a newborn, his umbilical cord thick and dangling. The baby opened his mouth to cry, but all he could do with he dry sore throat was let out a snuffle.
The devils' arms aloft as if dreaming of cuddling the mother, who he thought stood so close by. The wolf slid his paw and watched as the baby's hand barely curled around it. At that moment, the wolf felt a connection and thought it was best to take the child as its own.
It's a mystery how the child survived the wolf's care but it's assumed the devil grew up depending on the animals in the forest that catered for everything he needed.
None of the animals certain of how to raise a devil child, but they observed, studied, and did everything to make sure he lived.
The wolf that raised the devil went from seeing the tiny toes of a fragile child peek from a large furry cover, a crazy mass of white curls not yet rubbed bald from lying in the leafy nest for long to a child that could now stand on his two legs.
Fortunately, the devil grew up a couple of years later to be a healthy being, but shortly after it had adapted to the forest and learnt how to take care of himself, strange people captured him and set the forest ablaze.
Not only were the trees and grass burning, but memories, the place he once called home and the animals he called family were licked completely by the flames.
The strange people took the devil to a new home, where he met other people like him and discovered he was related to a royal family, but he wasn't of legitimate blood.
Remember, the devil had not forgotten about the sadness that overwhelmed him. Upon his little face, so pale, so sad, he dreaded what happened to the forest and animals, but nobody seemed to care and no one showed remorse.
The devil would burst out in a cry and he'd cry his heart out like a thorn was stuck in there. But everyone continued to neglect him and treated him like a shadow. Even his family could barely bat him an eye and things continued that way. So, with time, the devil learned how to compose himself and hide his sadness.
With his efforts and all, it still wasn't easy for the boy to get used to the new place, but the devil was willing to keep trying despite all that had happened to him. And for a start, he wanted to try out making friends to keep him company.
Sadly, the other children laughed at him, some others were afraid to be around him, some didn't want to talk to him and the ones that did would call him all sorts of names. And his half sibling treated him like an outcast.
The royal family barely fed him. They handled him like a slave. They'd practice their fighting skills on him and beat him up.
The devil couldn't understand why they hated him so much. Was it because he was ugly? Was it because he was different? The child couldn't understand why.
Freak! Fool! Bastard! Disgusting! Animal! Hideous! And the list could go on forever.
The devil believed he was all of those things and when he could no longer take it… he ran away and went back to the place he was born. The devil stayed there and refused to go back. This time, the strange people didn't come back. They let him be.
For years, the devil tried his best to make the forest recover, and he did that alone, hoping the animals would come back someday.
The shadows, the silence, the sleeping atmosphere hovered over the devil. His eyes glazed over and darkened, his face bore lines of pain and shades of agony, but those scary features seemed a mask, transparent, unable to hide a beautiful and sad face beneath.
As more years passed, grief, rage, tenderness, and anger turned the devil's heart from pure to murderous hate.
What used to be a deep flush of love, the desires to be loved, feelings that sought a bosom he could sometimes seek a momentary repose from terrible dreams which afflicted him nightly, now burned with hatred, hatred for his family, hatred for the people, their public's views and hatred for himself especially.
Malice lies on his tongue. Regrets for being alive, regrets for not dying at birth tormented him daily, and some say, till now he is unable to bear the remorse of being born, and stigmatization; by which event he was left alone, without a soul to love or care for him, or a friend to whom he could confide the last of the good in him.
But with a corrupted heart like his, he is distanced from the young boy he used to be and is now a man that had accepted the dark suggestions which were breathed into his mind. He now goes by the title of saint, the greatest contradiction. He thinks of himself as a benefactor and reformer, ignoring the glaring evils of the system he built with his own hands.
With those same hands, he brought death to heroes, innocent people, he also spared no child. He caused deaths that can't be accounted for, destroyed homes, built a following of other evil people that raided cities, ate, raped, tortured and enslaved.
Today, he is a walking curse. The heavens have rebuked him, and now all we can do is wait for a painful death to come unexpectedly as he sits on his upholstered, finely carved seat of gold and enjoys the luxury of his home for the last time.
I might not know every detail about the saint devil in detail but at least, for your own safety, don't let the guards overhear what you know and don't let anyone find out I told you this story. Promise me that, please...