"Look who's late today!"
-Whack!
A strong hand met the back of another's neck.
Stood Kenjiro, a frail-looking student with black hair and even blacker eyes.
He stood before a group of teens.
They gathered behind a large building, the school.
A girl looked over at Kenjiro, giggling as she mocked.
"I always wondered why his uniform is so dirty. Is it true he has no parents? Keke!"
"haha! Yep. This bastard was abandoned at just a few months old, how sad, even his parents didn't want him!"
He was weak.
No matter what he said, how many times he swung his fist, he was defeated.
By now, he understood his place in the world.
-Bam!
A sharp kick met his abdomen.
"GAHH!"
Kenjiro groveled, hugging his stomach as tears welled.
An athletic, tattooed student stood over him, bouncing up and down in a kickboxing stance.
"Come on, get up my punching bag! I'm gonna practice my kickboxing!"
"O-Okay..!"
Getting on his feet, a quick jab met Kenjiro.
He fell back down, now sobbing as he held his bloody nose.
"P-Please...stop Ren."
Ren clenched his jaw.
-Grip.
"The hell did you just say to me?"
He raised Kenjiro by his hair alone, glaring him in the eyes with extreme anger.
"You fucking belong to me! If I wanna hit you, then I'm gonna hit you! You get three strong slaps to the face for that."
In the background, his small group was too busy laughing up a storm.
They were all undoubtedly the popular kids.
A girl with full pink lips, round blue eyes, and blonde hair stood taking pictures.
The girl who laughed earlier sat just opposite her.
Another guy cackled as if his life depended on it, his dirt-colored hair thinner than his eyebrows.
As Kenjiro received the slaps of a Ren, and as tears welled, he thought back to how it all began.
---
[Past]
"Okay...first day, just act normal and don't be weird."
..
"Alright, alright! Quite down, we have a new student joining us today."
In walked Kenjiro.
"H-Hello everybody. My name is Kenjiro! It's my first day, and I-I hope we can all be friends and get along!"
He heard small snickers after his introduction.
"Keke...look at his clothes."
"Friends? Like hell, I wouldn't even wanna be caught dead with him."
"He looks so frail! He should eat more. Haha!"
Kenjiro tried to ignore it.
'Just a few bad apples. Let's not focus on them.'
-
Kenjiro stood in front of the faucet in the bathroom.
He turned it on, grabbing a handful to wash the sweat from his face after the gym.
-Creak
"Did you see her? She's a damn dime."
"Hell yeah, I wouldn't mind getting in that."
"Oh! The new student."
Kenjiro turned.
From just a glance he could tell the students were troublemakers.
"Oh, hello. I-I was just washing up."
He went to walk past them after a quick greeting.
"Goodbye—"
"Hold on."
"Eh?.."
"You're a new student. And since we know you probably need help getting around, we wanna help. What do you say?"
Kenjiro could smell the smoke from cigarettes on the low-cut brown-haired student.
His eyes were wide, and he always seemed to have a crazy-looking smile on his face.
Then the other walked over, tattoos visible on his muscular arms.
'He must do sports or something...'
Kenjiro then gulped.
He didn't want anything to do with these two.
"N-No. It's fine, I don't need help."
"Is that so?"
Kenjiro's feet began moving again.
-Wrap
He felt burly arms surround his shoulder and neck.
"Oh come on! We just wanna be pals! Why are you dismissing us so quickly?"
Kenjiro tapped multiple times for the student to release him.
"P-Please.."
Seeing that fearful, distraught look in his eyes, Ren, the tattooed student felt himself feeling good.
'This is fun. He's so damn weak. I wanna make him cry some more!'
--
And so began the bullying, and whenever Kenjiro would be getting brutally assaulted or picked on, he would ask:
"Why?.... What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"...Who knows? I'm doing this just because!"
***
[Present]
That's how he got here.
It's been half a year since.
Kenjiro has wanted to end it all since it all started.
But fear would overtake him in every beginning attempt.
So after a while, he stopped and forced himself to deal with it.
Kenjiro even went to the administration, telling them about his suffering and bullying.
Ren and the few from his group would get suspended for a few days.
But when those days were up, began even worse torment for "Snitching".
Kenjiro wondered when it would stop, he wondered if they would ever get bored and leave him alone, but it never did.
After another long day of torment and beatings, he went to the place he called home.
He lived in a near-abandoned apartment complex where others like him lived.
It was run-down, had an old smell, and was full of insects.
But with what he had, it was the best.
Kenjiro stood before a mirror.
He ran his fingers across the hidden bruises under his collar and below.
He gently touched his busted lip, red and previously bleeding nose, and slightly bruised eye.
".....I can't do it anymore."
"I don't want to go back. I don't even want to wake up."
Opening up the sliding door to his balcony, he stepped out into the world.
He climbed up on the thin metal fence and stood.
"...I'm scared. But, at least I won't have to see them."
"This fall is only 3 or so stories, I may not die. But I hope I do."
-Woosh
-BAM
***
Darkness.
A vast darkness.
But in that vast darkness, was the falling Kenjiro.
'It's warm.'
'I feel...so at peace.'
'Death isn't so bad.'
'But I'm angry. I'm angry at them. They're the ones that get to live, even after driving me to this point.'
'I hate them. But I'm dead, so I can't do a thing. Well, It's not like I could do anything if I wasn't dead.'
'Please...if someone can hear me. If any god can hear me, make them suffer. Give them their karma.'
-Shink!
Chains rattled.
"I hear a voice. It's begging."
The Demon God remained chained.
And yet even though he was in this dark place, he was hearing a voice.
'I sense a soul. It's an unfortunate one.'
'Fine. I hear you. Give me your body, and I shall make your dreams and mine as well come true!'
***
"Murmur...Murmur"
"Murmur...Murmur"
"Murmur...Murmur murmur.."
-Beep
-Beep
-Beep
Opening his misty eyes, Kenjiro turned his head to see two people in doctor attire talking.
"Wait...he's awake!"
Both doctors attended to the injured Kenjiro.
His neck was in a cast, his head wrapped up in bandages, and two leg casts as well.
"This...is me?"
But this wasn't just Kenjiro.
This was The Demon God.
After 6,666 years, his rage hadn't subsided.
And after 6,666 years, his wrath would be unleashed.