It hurt in the beginning. The physical pain was the most prominent at first, but as time passed, it began to fade. All their acts stopped hurting, that's when it really hit me...The fact that my loved ones would be the ones to hurt me...They would be the ones to be holding the knife in my back?
"Look at him, can't even talk anymore... I'm done with him," Grace said as she looked down at me.
"I mean, he lasted longer than the others. Maybe we will get lucky next time," Oliver, my brother, holding a bloody knife, spoke as he took off a blood-covered apron.
"I...I"
"What was that? He can still speak," the man I thought to be my best friend, Dal said with a small laugh.
"I...I swear I will..." I tried to speak, my voice weak and hoarse from the lack of water and food.
"Come on, almost there, you swear what?" Grace teased.
I used to think I loved this girl. I cared for her, I cared for all of them, and was willing to do anything to protect them...But I ended up being a toy for their sadistic fun. A toy to just be thrown away now that I don't have the strength to react to the pain, the cuts, the punches, and burns.
"I...swear...I-I will kill all of you, but not before paying back my suffering. Even if I die, I will find you in the next life and the next one after that, and I will kill you, I will kill your families, I will rip you apart limb from limb. I SWEAR I WILL K..."
BANG...
That's all it took, a single gunshot to the head to end my suffering, but also the gunshot that would leave me drowning in anger, anger I would never sate.
"Do you want to live...?" a voice with no discernible gender spoke to me as I floated in an endless black void
"Do you want to get your revenge? To pay back the pain you went through?" the voice continued.
"Revenge...Yes...I want, no need, my revenge," I replied before I could think.
"Good, then take this chance at life...you will get a chance at revenge, but understand it won't be easy, you must earn it...Build your rage, harness it, and then release it upon the world...The world that watches you suffer
"W-who are you?" I asked the voice
"I am one who shares your pain...I know what it means to be betrayed by those you love...I know what it means to bear great hatred," the voice replied
"I see...Then tell me this...What do you want in return? Nothing is free."
"Simply become my avatar or wrath. I want you to take revenge on those who can't help themselves. Those that are trapped in drowning anger, I want you to release them from that," the voice explained.
"...My revenng in return for servanthood?"
"Do you not accept?" the voice asked
"No...I would give up so much more to turn their cheering and laughing into screams and whails of misery,"
"Good, consider the pack formed...Good luck, Deamon..." the voice spoke as a white light began enveloping me, changing my surroundings.
As the light slowly faded away and I was able to see again, I found myself lying on a bed looking up at the ceiling. The first thing that hit me was the beeping sound and the thick smell of cleaning agents and alcohol.
(A Hospital...why a hospital?) I asked myself
Moving to sit up, I was filled with soreness and pain. Looking down at my body, I saw that my arms were covered in bandages alongside my chest and right leg.
"W-what happened...why am I like this?"
As I was in the middle of examining my bandages and my body for any more wounds, a robotic voice, followed by a transparent red screen, appeared before me, displaying a message.
[The Avatar of wrath has been fully Interagited]
[System activation has been completed]
[Soul synchronization is beginning]
Before I could even process the first message, my mind was filled with a torrent of images and events. A boy being bullied for years, yet still holding a smile on his face in front of his mother and grandmother. Most of the pictures were of a teen living his life until the last event. The boy who was me standing on top of a three-story construction site, then me being pushed, falling to my death. The previous thought in my head was not anger or sadness from what happened, but me thinking about my mother and grandmother.
"To go through so much yet still think about helping others and hurting your family...You are a stronger man than I," I sighed.
[Soul Synchronization completed]
Once that message rang in my head, a blue mist appeared before me, taking the form of the boy.
"Please, I may not have been smart or strong enough, but please let my mom and grandma live a peaceful life. They have been through so much," the boy spoke.
"I promise...I also promise to avenge your death," I replied
"Thank you...I can rest easy now, they have you to take care of them."
"What do you mean? How can you trust me?" I asked
"I also say your memories like you saw mine...You're a good person, but I know you bear alot of anger. I also know you won't give up on it. I just ask you to keep them away from that," the boy replied
"I...I will do my best not to expose them to it," I replied, making a silent vow to myself.
"Well, Daemon, good luck, I will be watching...Oh, also, there is some good in the world...it's not all bad," the other daemon spoke with a smile as he began to fade away, leaving me alone.