"Damn it… I hate my life!"
"What? You think I'm stupid, huh?"
"Go ahead, call me a stupid fool who doesn't know how to appreciate life."
"I used to have everything. A normal life, happiness. But now? I'm nothing but rotting carrion in this corner of the room."
I used to have everything. Money, power, a respected family. Until that cursed night… when our car crashed into an armored truck. My parents died on the spot. I survived… but it would've been better if I died too. I'm paralyzed. Blind. I can only hear them—the greedy bastards who call themselves family. They took everything, leaving me here like trash. They laugh, boasting about their plan on that bloody night. The inheritance? Take it. But after I find out about their filth, I swear… if there's really a second life like in those novels, I'll make them lick my filth until they die.
Satan, a boy who lost most of his senses due to a horrific accident. Now, he's left lying alone in a dark and dirty room. The stench of dried blood and pus creeps into every corner, mixed with damp air that pierces his lungs. Cold wind sometimes comes through the cracked window, touching his skin that's full of wounds and pus, making the pain feel like being sliced by a knife.
Every day, some people come to feed him, but not with food fit for humans, rather food that should be fed to maggots. Satan can hear what they're talking about, can feel the pain of his entire body filled with untreated wounds. Outside, the chirping of birds can be heard—a cheerful tune that sounds like mockery, like the laughter of ridicule from a white and distant sky.
Darkness becomes his only friend, silence becomes his comfort and endless nightmare. His body screams, but no sound comes out of his mouth. There's only the moan of death that echoes in his head.
Until one morning, Satan stops breathing. His breath is caught, his heart whimpers and slowly sinks, swallowed by the cold air and the sound of those damn birds outside that keep chirping as if mocking him. No one knows, no one cares. Darkness welcomes him, coldness hugs him. Death, finally, becomes the most precious gift he's ever received.
And BOOM!!!... The boy comes back to life, suddenly able to walk, laugh, and immediately beheads all those bastard relatives. Blood splatters, screams echo, and he sits on a golden throne laughing like a demon king. He succeeds in avenging himself, all the evil people die, all the wealth returns to him, and the world becomes peaceful forever.
THE END~
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Hehe… of course, it's not that easy, dear readers. Life isn't a cheap fairy tale. There's no instant miracle in this world… or maybe, we'll save the miracle for later. Because Satan's story… has just begun.