Good, Bad, Right, Wrong? What are these things? The Sense of morality? Or are these simply a hypocritical construct of oneself? Does these terms hold any weight, when you notice your loved one collapsed on the floor, lying dead over a puddle of their blood.
Where exactly is the line of what is right and what is wrong? The Law? The principles? Or everything, that have ever happened are simply constructs of actions of people. Is there even a line that separates right and wrong? Or just people with their own goal and power.
The puppeteer sitting within the audience. People who don't fear consequences.
"So, Tell Me, what you think?"
"Interesting, to think that a kid having such a perspective."
"So, can you give me what I want?" As I said these words, I reached out to her hand. In the hopes that she will grant me freedom from this misery.
"Kid" The woman in front of me sighed, started walking and spoke. "You stand in the presence of The Sin of Greed, yet you ask for no gold." As she continued to move in spirals around me, the whole place came into a visible spectrum, the surrounding that looked like an endless abyss turned to a Sanctum. The Sanctum displayed isolation; it was large but empty. It was constructed out of all the expensive metals and stones, yet it showed no value.
"You see, in a blink of an eye, I am capable of giving you the luxury of what, you might not even get in a thousand years. So, I ask you again, what do you desire?"
"I simply ask for a dream."
"Why a dream?"
"A dream of happiness, A dream of freedom, A dream of hope, A dream with no consequences, A dream where they were with me till the end, A sweet dream of being with everyone till the very end."
"You, fear consequences? Or are you just a weak kid? Have you got no wits? You may like fancy food on the plate but don't want to even eat it one time in real? You seriously have no desire for anything? Or are you just afraid of being in debt? Perhaps, a weakling like you piques me no interest."
"You say like you know me, but the truth is, you don't know shit. You are just a lousy mouth. Nothing more"
"So, you got some wits after all. I will tell you that, either you are brave or dumb, to call a deity a lousy mouth at her presence."
As she said those words, I started feeling dizzy to the blood loss, though this consciousness of mine have no physical wounds and bruises, doesn't change the fact that my body in real world is near death.
"I will be dying soon. Saying things like this won't change the result."
As soon as I said these, I was on my knees because of the numbness due to blood loss.
"You neither fear consequences nor death. You have wits to go against a deity at her place. And you don't sweet talk to make a deity go easy on you. Huh? All right, you piqued my interest. Very well show me what you got."
Following these words, the foxlike woman grabbed my face. And at the very moment, I saw my memories to the points where everything was perfect to the last detail. But She was there with me, this time. I was not alone to see the horrors again.
"No, wonder why you were so fixated on the dream. But the dream you ask for is, just a means to escape the reality. Because dreams are not real, are they?" She came closer and her lips reached my ears. "You also got a desire isn't there?"
"I told you; I have no desires." And the following words were a very peculiar sentence of words I wanted to hear for the longest.
"The Killer who killed your parents, is out there right? I will give you a chance, It's all up to you."
"What chance?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe to fix your shit together, or perhaps ruin the shit of a few people"
"What do you mean? What are you trying to convey?"
"Oh, you know exactly. I can give you the power to avenge your parents. The strength to claim what belongs to you. The sweet nectar that is sweeter than the dream you asked for. Say kid, would you like to get thy strength?"
"You have started to hate me, haven't you?"
"I will take that as a Yes."
"So, what do you have to offer?"
"My, my aren't you hasty. You remind me of someone, someone close. I will give you the necessary strength to fulfill your desire. But whether will it be a boon or a curse, is all up to you."
"So, what is the thing I need to pay with? My souls?"
"I wonder, how about this instead?"
As soon as she said this, I felt a burning sensation in my guts. I was a stranger to what was going on, but then I realized.
This sensation, I am familiar but still a stranger to it.
"What do you fear the most?"
"What are you talking about? You know that you just saw my memories. Didn't you …" As soon as I said these words, I put by hands over my guts and realized that the only one thing that I am afraid of the most, and the sensation that I was getting right now was in my hand. The only thoughts that came at that moment were horrors. Because I have
"Hemophobia. Isn't that correct? You fear blood."
I was in such a state of horror that, before I knew it, I was on my knees on ground. I was not able to process anything and was just in shock.
"Mother, Father, F A T H E R !!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as the memories flashed right Infront of my eyes.
"The payment for your strength will be this curse. Either you will die weak or live strong, there is no between."
"Why, would you show me that? W H Y? J U S T W H Y?"
"You can die right now all I care for. You are mere nobody to me and the rest of the world. So, what would you like to do?"
I calmed myself down and saw the blood in my hand, I realized I was weak, and even if I survive a few days, I will probably die. With the unease feeling in my heart, I decided what I must do.
"I Abrose Von Roosevelt in the name of my parents, the crowned rulers of the estate, Darwin Von Roosevelts and Maria Von Roosevelts, I choose to suppress the weak inside of me. So, miss please lend me your strength."
"The name is Ivanka, it's time for your contract to be signed." With these statements, I saw a devilish smirk. It was like, she knew I will be forming a contract with her.
"Very well, little one let's make a contract. Shall we? So, I Ivanka the one with the title of 'the sineth of greed' shalt giveth thee strength to avenge thy moth'r, shalt giveth thee strength to wend beyond death, on our contracteth of thee shalt receiveth the v'ry thing thou art afraid of to beest thy weapon." As she started to chant the contract ritual, I found myself standing over a magical circle. To think, that I will actually believe in magic or even see it with my very eyes. I was to stunned to say anything.
"So little one, do you accept the terms of the contract. If yes, then state your name."
"My name is Abrose Von Roosevelts and I hereby agree to the terms of the contract."
"very well! Abrose Von Roosevelts, thee may calleth the v'ry corse of thy self to beest thy weapon, thy v'ry blood to beest the mat'riel thee needeth to hunteth thy foe. So, Abrose Von Roosevelts, thy payment f'r thy strength is thy trauma, and i wilt specifyeth yond though thy condition is unlike oth'rs but i wilt playeth mine own parteth of naughty too, so t's not yond i shall beest taking thy trauma, but thy weapon is blood. The v'ry thing thou art afraid of. Amuseth me dram one."
As these words came out of my mouth, my consciousness came back in my physical body. And the color of my pupils changed from my original black to deep red, indicating the change in my body.
"You want me to amuse you right? Very well I will gladly do it."