My name is Ashima Hito , I am sixteen. That's about all I remember about myself.
I'm a survivor of a brutal human trafficking ring, forced into captivity and subjected to unimaginable torture, sexual assault, and mutilation.
I've witnessed countless others being murdered, dismembered, and burned alive. My family was slaughtered in front of me, and I was left for dead with severe burns and bruises. I've been forced to participate in snuff films, and my screams are still echoing in my mind.
I'm a shell of a human being, with no hope or humanity left. The only thing that keeps me going is the burning hatred for those who've destroyed my life, and the desire for brutal revenge.
I remember the feeling of my skin burning, the sound of my own screams, and the smell of charred flesh- everything. I was even forced into a cult where they beat children like me,those who would refuse to do what the cult leader said.
I remember all the faces of the monsters who did this to me, and the feeling of utter helplessness. I'm consumed by anger, pure hatred, and a desire for vengeance.
I want to make them suffer, to burn them alive, to hear them scream. I want to take everything from them, just like they took everything from me.
I now sit in the slums,helpless,alone and cold but.*What a crappy world*I would always think to myself.At this moment,I know nothing but hatred,pain and suffering.All my mind can think about is :*Kill, revenge, avenge, survive.....kill, revenge*and it goes on.
I don't even remember the last time I had a proper meal,heck I don't think I know what a meal is anymore.Every one I've met up to this point has been nothing short of cruel.
*It's that time again, isn't it?* I thought to myself as I struggled to summon strength to get up.And the time I was referring to is the cult worshipping held weekly. I would have run away from this cult a long time ago but I can't since it is the only stable source of food for me.
If I'm being honest with you, I wish I could find someone to hurt. Just to let out this anger. I can't live on like this anymore.
I then felt danger.I had gotten used to this kind of thing.Last week I was beaten to a pulp by some learners from a nearby school, though I tried to run my body is too weak to out run their healthy bodies.I already knew what they were going to do.At this point sensing danger is now like some kind of skill to me,I read about it from some manga I stole from a book store.I could barely read some of the stuff written in those books.
As I walked down the road a man ran up to me holding a knife.It was rather obvious what his intention was.To stab me!
He grabbed my shoulder, trying to pin me down.Of course I tried to fight back by trying to parry his hand.Through the difficulty in the streets I had learnt quite a lot about fighting.
I managed to dodge the first attack but definitely not this one.As I parried I had completely forgotten about the knife he had which was now coming from the opposite side, aiming for my rib area.
He succeeded in getting me there.A sharp pain where the knife was made me give a moan,more like a whimper.The man stood up and made a break for it.
Do you see what I mean now?For what reason did that man have to kill me?I wasn't even wearing anything expensive nor did I look rich.Did he kill me just for the sake of it, because no one would care?
How I long for vengeance and blood. Trafficked,raped, assaulted, beaten, bruised, cursed by people and the list goes on and on.And what did I do to deserve this?I was just teen-ager living peacefully with his parents.We never did anything wrong to any body.
It was probably about two minutes since I was stabbed.And it was an excruciating pain.After of all the suffering I did can I not at least get a quick and painless death?If I ever got the chance,no matter what I will not play victim.I would rather be the one inflicting pain.I also need to pay humanity a favour for the treatment it gave me.
Well, that's all talk. I'm dieing here, end of the road for me and I couldn't be happier to die.
With that I bled out and drew my last.
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The pain was fading away.Finally. It felt like it was slipping away, vanishing into nothingness. My mind, once a vessel of endless suffering, was now... eerily quiet. The constant agony was gone, leaving behind a strange numbness.
For the first time in forever, I felt... nothing.
I tried to move, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I opened my eyes—at least, I tried to—but all I saw was impenetrable darkness,an endless void of darkness. I couldn't tell if I was standing, lying down, or floating,I was just here ,at this point I didn't know if I was still in my body.
There was no sensation beneath me, no ground or sky—just an endless void where time and reality seemed to have vanished.
*Was this death?* I thought,I was sure I died, the thought that maybe I was in the hospital even crossed my mind. However, I know better I haven't died before but I know that right now... I am dead.
Then something changed. A ripple in the silence. I heard it—voices. Not just one, but many, overlapping and synchronized. The voices weren't ordinary; they reverberated through the emptiness, deep and ancient, each word vibrating through the air and me. I felt them more than I heard them.
Then it came, the whispers.
**"Welcome... You have suffered long enough."** The voices said echoing through the endless abyss.
My breath—or what was left of it—caught in my throat. I tensed, every instinct urging me to move, to look around, but there was nothing. No one. Yet, something was there. A presence pressing down on me from all directions, like invisible hands tightening with every moment.
The voices continued, seemingly amused by my fear and confusion.
**"You are the one."**
*The one?* I didn't understand. *For what?* I thought.
**"We have waited... Everyone rejected you. Everyone tormented you. But now...the tables turn.** The voices echoed still.
Suddenly, I felt it—a force, strong and cold, wrapping around me, pulling me in. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't comforting either. My body—or what was left of it—felt like it was being twisted, reshaped. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. The air, the will to resist, was gone, leaving me helpless against this... force.
**"Our strength... our power as demon kings,all is yours now."**
I could feel it—power. Unimaginable power surged through me like molten fire in my veins, burning hotter than anything I'd ever known. My essence was changing, my senses sharpening. My muscles, my bones, if I still had them, were filled with raw energy. Strength beyond anything I could comprehend coursed through me.
**"The magic of kings, the might of beasts... the power to destroy... all yours to command."**
Each word was a brand searing into my mind, into the core of what I was becoming. I could feel the raw power of the beings before me—their magic, their might, their hatred, and their pain. All of it surged into me, becoming a part of me. My mind expanded, bringing with it knowledge of ancient, forbidden spells, forgotten by time. I understood them instantly, as if they'd always been part of me.
Then I saw it—brief glimpses, whispers of the future. I could *hear* it too, faint echoes of events yet to unfold, the future and the words yet to be spoken by these voices. It all felt natural.
**"You are now the son of the Demon King. You have been given another chance... Now, take it."**
With a thunderous crack, the void shattered around me. Light exploded in every direction, blinding and overwhelming, as if the universe itself was tearing apart. I felt myself being pulled, dragged from one existence to another. And then...
I gasped.
Air—sweet, intoxicating air—filled my lungs for the first time in what felt like forever. My chest rose and fell rapidly, but something was wrong—very wrong. It was my body it was small and fragile,it didn't belong to me. I blinked, trying to focus, but the world was a blur of colour and sound. Everything was too bright, too loud, overwhelming in a way I hadn't experienced before.
I tried to speak, to form words, but nothing came out,I felt weak. That's when I realized it. And the realisation hit me hard—I wasn't in a man's body anymore.I could feel the weight of tiny hands, the struggle to move even the smallest muscle. My limbs were weak, uncoordinated, I was.
I was... a baby?