As night fell, the boy prepared to set the dog free, but just as he was about to unlock the door, there was a sound outside.
"Daddy's home, Zean. Wouldn't you like to see what present I have for you?" a voice called from outside.
The boy's body shuddered, revealing his fear of the man beyond the room. Panicked, he rushed to open the door as quickly as possible. But the next moment, he froze, his eyes widening in shock before he knelt in front of Morres. Tears streamed down his cheeks, unnoticed, as all the emotions he had been holding back finally broke free.
"How was your present? Don't you like it?" the father's voice echoed through the room.
The boy remained motionless, and I began to wonder if this family was even sane. Suddenly, I felt a familiar energy emanating from the boy—the energy of "Destruction" as the boy laughed uncontrollably.
"WHY?!" the boy shouted.
"Why?! I endured all of your torture, but why must you kill Morres, the present I got from my real mom?!" the boy cried, his voice choked with emotion.
"Hah, your REAL mom? She died, so what? You should be grateful that I still raised you," the father sneered.
'Turns out that the mother at the park wasn't his real mother,' I thought, realization dawning on me.
As the father spoke, the energy of destruction began to flow endlessly, destroying anything it touched. The father, terrified, prepared to run. Unexpectedly, the boy grabbed him tightly. The energy of destruction corroded his body slowly, giving him a slow and painful death. The boy, his eyes filled with a dark resolve, slowly walked towards his stepmother's room. 'Is this the start of the Demon Lord of Pride?' I pondered, a chill running down my spine at the thought of the power unfolding before me.
The boy finally reached the room. Slowly, he opened the door and walked towards his sleeping stepmother. As he approached, the stepmother stirred, sensing the unpleasant energy that filled the room. She woke abruptly, startled when she met the boy's eyes—eyes that glowed red like blood.
"What are you doing here?!" the step-mother exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear.
The boy continued to walk slowly toward her, his red eyes fixed on her.
"Stay away before I beat you into pulp again," she threatened, but as she finished her sentence, she felt pain erupting all over her body. Small red, blood-like blisters spread rapidly, growing bigger and bigger.
"STOP!! Please... stop," the step-mother pleaded desperately as the red blisters continued to grow uncontrollably. Finally, they exploded, leaving only a pool of blood behind. I stood there quietly, watching as the scene unfolded right in front of me. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of the boy's relentless cry and laughter.