In a horrifyingly decorated underground, surrounded by immense doors. People lining up in front of an angelic demon to get judged with God knows what criteria.
It all feels like the judgment day mentioned by various religions, but with one difference. We stand before the devil. This line makes me feel small and Frágil. Being here makes me feel like a high school girl again and it gives me nausea.
Even through my tightly pressed eyes lids I can feel people look at me with their dagger like judging glares. Guessing I will survive his judgment or not. Hoping I would get kicked out of here.
Soon there will be one more eyes. Looking through my soul as if it was naked. Someone whose opinion matters like no ones has ever in my life.
Hadn't I promised to never let no one's opinion to be important to me? Ever again. However, I can't. Because, to survive, I need to be here.
[System notification! Monster alert! Monsters at the end of the gateways' doors!
Warning: SS danger labeled monsters detected outside the castle of remembrance!
Arlet, S DANGER LABLED abnormal snowstorm outside the castle of remembrance!]
The blinking red window proving my thoughts. It was suicide to go out there and yet this man didn't seem to think it was murder to kick people out to that hell.
I looked at this place's demonic owner again as I was another few steps closer to him. He had the face of a fallen angel, beautiful black hair and shining silver eyes. A face so misleading.
Unlike his angelic face, he was but a demon. Even more evil than my bald superior at the hospital who ruined my carrier I had made with blood, sweat, loans and tears. Way more.
Just at the flick of his fingers, the ones he deemed unworthy of staying would disappear to, according to his words, out of his castle. He was really cruel. How could he do that to a fellow human? Not less high school children...
A man whose silhouette sent fire down my spine, making my entire being scream at me to run, but not backward. Instead, towards him.
It told me if he perished, all my miseries would, too. All my problems. It said that I would stay alive if I stab a dagger right through his heart. Like the feeling I had looking at the monsters.
The feeling of being in a predators zone. Get hunted or hunt, die or kill. Be human or become a monster.
I wanted to stop, but it was out of my control. Willing or unwilling, I got closer and closer. To the man whose handsome face reminded me of someone I missed, but what kind of missing was it when I didn't even remember towards whom?
As expected, he didn't even want to talk. A glance was all he did and I know he wasn't gonna let me stay. I didn't need him to look at my sins to decide. After all, the sinner knows better than anyone about her sins.
I rushed at him with my bat before the spell could come out of his mouth. Words I had heard him say more times than half of the count of the people before me in the line.
However, I was a fool. He didn't need to spell anything. The last thing I saw before getting thrown into a snowstorm was his ridiculing smirk. As if saying you will die.
Instantly, my entire body felt numb. No feeling whatever. Unable to feel anything and unable to move. I looked at the snow and ice shreds pouring down on me from the red sky.
Piercing through or landing on my body, my open eyes weren't immune either, but still saw. Soon I got buried under the snow. Is it better that I can't feel anything and am dying painlessly?
How long will it take for me to die? God, I hope I die before the storm ends. Maybe that way, I won't feel the monsters chew on my flesh. Not that you will ever listen to me.
Yeah, God will never listen to a selfish being like me, who isn't even happy for her own son to stay alive. I am not even prying for my niece not to end up out here. I am only concerned about myself.
I feel my brain going numb too, my track of thinking is getting slower too. What should be best as my last pryer? Should I wish to get reincarnated even though I have been doing it since the start of high school at least once a year and the infamous reincarnation truck never even nearing me?
'God, please...'
What did I wish for now? I don't even have the power to think about that.
But how did the world end up like this? Who cares, right? The important part is that I, Angela, am dying now.
[System notice:
You have died.
System reminder, this isn't a game, so there won't be a resurrection.
The dying saint wishes all dead to rest in peace.]
***
Six months ago.
"You know what, Angela? Now Andrey is all grown up too! If you're that unhappy, let's just get a divorce!"
Inside the vast mansion, the panting man's angry voice echoed. His pale face was bright red with anger as his glowing green eyes glared into the golden eyes of the women in front of him.
The man's tall stature and breathtaking handsomeness might have intimidated anyone, yet the slightly shorter woman, who was equally beautiful, didn't even budge.
"Cough, cough! DAD!!!"
A handsome boy, around eighteen years old, with golden eyes and brown hair, cried out in chock.
"Sure... Let's do that!"
"No, okey so-.. What???.. That easily you- You..!? Do you think I won't do it? I
will send you the appointment!!"
"Yeah, Tae-Hyung! Book it and send it as fast as you can!"
"!!!!"
The men in the room seemed stunned and were in the same position, even after the woman named Angela left the white mansion carrying her luggage as she read a message with a slight furrow.
[Unfortunately we have elected another applicant.
Wish you find a new job soon.
Sincerely SNS hospital, NEUROLOGIE SURGERY SECTION.]
"With this, I have applied to all the hospitals in this damned city!" She said from between her tightly pressed teeth.
The curtains were tightly closed. Smiling like a madwoman, there stood Angela. In her hand, drenched in a bright red color, a cleaver. Looking at the huge bloody red packages in front of her.
"Good hand sizes! This should fit into the boxes!"
With her red hands, she took the white smartphone. Leaving red marks on it as she, for the tenth time, looked at the message with cold eyes.
[Divorce court 25/6 14:00,
be there an hour early!
p.S. your soon to be ex husband!!!!]
'After six months, he finally sent it a week ago. What was the date again, 15th?. No, it's 16th... That easily? Ha!"
"Pfffft hahahaha, That easy?! One of us will be there! For sure.."
She started laughing again.
Then her cold eyes gazed from the now hand-sized packaging to another huge packaging also containing the same red colored content and then from that to the medical license on the wall.
"Professor, it was only right for the patient's family to know that the patient died because of medical negligence. "
"You! You are..! You are just a shameless wench who doesn't know how the world works! Are you happy now? Do you think they can prove it? Do you know which family Doctor Man comes from? The only thing you ruined is your own life. After studying for 14 years, now, you can only frame your medical license on the wall!"
Taking her eyes off the wall, her gaze fell back on the package.
"Tsk! How dirty! Sure, people get what they give! I'm not even feeling guilty here! After all, I have to get rid of the old things if I want to start anew!"
With determination, she unwrapped the plastic around the cold packaging; her nose wrinkling from the powerful smell.
Chop. Chop.. Chop and the last hand sized piece got placed in the white container. The red liquid dripping everywhere and making a mess on the white island of the kitchen.
The red on white brought back memories. Feeling nostalgic, she drenched her finger in the flesh to become red. Then, using her finger, she started drawing circles and strange patterns on the white island, leaving just enough space in the middle.
" Whoever tattled on me to that bald professor may become jobless-"
Tilting her head, she felt like it wasn't enough. After all, that person had made her jobless when she didn't even know who they were. She continued writing and added more and more until she felt satisfied by reading it.
"-jobless, get into an unfair contract with someone from the King family, suddenly gain a child and marry with someone who doesn't love them!"
She smiled at it.
"Oh, how I had missed this sensation after ending school! Now I will curse you until somebody else goes higher on my hate list! You rattling rat that I don't even know who you are!"
As she stepped back to appreciate her self invented curse circle, her gaze landed on the carpet under her feet.
"SHIXX! My bloody carpet!" She cried out in disappointment at seeing the red stains on the carpet. Since it was white, it wasn't usable anymore.
Rolling the carpet, she dragged it together with the white container out of her apartment door, to the elevator, and into the back of her car. Of course, she throws away the carpet that looked like someone had bled on it to death.
" Such a waste."
On her way back in the hall, she saw the neighbor's son. She gave a fake smile to the high school boy as she hides her red hands behind her and rushes to her house.
Locking the door, she exhaled. Looking at her hands and clothing, then at the messed up house.
" I am really out of it... I should have at least washed my hands."
Ring! Ring! Her phone started sounding while [Son-_-] blinked on her reddened phone screen.
" WHAT?" She answered coldly, still angry about their last conversation.
"hm.. Hi!" he said in a cautious tone.
Angela kept silence, trying to point out her unwillingness to continue this call.
"I wonder if you know where father is? He hasn't been home in the last two months and I am sick. I need medicine, but no matter how many times I call, he won't answer."
She knew him like the back of her hands. Did he really think she would believe that lame excuse? He couldn't have called if he was really sick.
"No, I do not know where your father is! Why would I even know that?" She roared.
Knock! knock! Someone knocked on the door.
Thurning her head to the clock hanging on the wall some inches away from the medical license, next to where a boxing gold medal had pinned to the wall. Right under the many more certificates of appreciations.
23:50, not too early by none doctors sense. Even doctors like her didn't get visits at this hour. Though calls were still possible.
"But you know where I hope he is,~?" She asked in a mysterious tone before opening the door and continued in an icy voice.
"IN HELL, that way I would really get all the money his grandmother sweats I am getting from him!"
Behind the door, she saw the neighbor boy's pale face. The poor guy's complexion looked wearisome, sweating profoundly.
"Gulp! Hel- Hello! H- Here you dropped you- your keys!"
The boy stammered and dropped the key on the ground as if he had seen a ghost. Then run as if that ghost was a hungry one...
Bang! Slamming the door without even looking at the car keys, she locked it.
There were enough unsolved equations in her life needing to be solved that she didn't have time for concerning herself with the neighbor boy's actions.
"Who was that?"
She answered with sarcasm.
"My new son! His not even ashamed of being seen with me, you know! Ah and his very much polite and actually fears me enough to be respectful towards me. Anything else? If not, I am going to my death bed if your highness allows!"
Then, ended the call without waiting for a reply. She had lots to do.
Even though she said she's gonna sleep, she went to the kitchen. Scrubbing the liquids with the kitchen towels, Angela still felt the stench. So she opened a packet of plastic gloves and started scrubbing with detergent.
Thereafter, she took the towels with her to the bathroom. Taking off her stained clothes, she tossed everything in the wash machine.
While the clothes were washing, she took a shower. Scrubbing her body with all her might to remove the stench. Draining herself, she wore clean clothes with a sunny, comforting smell.
Before going to bed, she looked at the only spot she had missed cleaning. On the Iceland, the scribbles made her smirk but her eyes were empty of any emotions.
"As if even my curses ever work! I am the cat that god never listens to its prayers!"
Poor Angela, who didn't know her curses could come true, will soon regret those curses. Because the world is as round as it could get, even for those believing the earth to be flat.