Fear, everyone has felt it, and it is simple too, the primary reaction to something above you. Owen shivered as he felt unbearable pain.
It has been like that two years ago, endless nightmares making him scream and endless pain, making his mentality shattered. He wondered when such tortures would end and he would finally have a peaceful sleep.
He shuddered, he really wondered why he was the one experiencing such torture, there surely must be a reason for these...Nightmares. He was definitely tired of it all, honestly. Death would actually have been a better fate.
Owen sighed as the sensation of billions of needles piercing through all his cells could be felt, honestly....he could...never get used to the pain.
Whenever he sleeps, this would happen and by his countless coubting, it would last for a maximum of five day's and those five days would be something far more worse than hell and every torture he experience would sometimes be different or the same.
Whenever he wakes up, he would not be tired, but he would make sure to stay awake as long as he can, but who was he kidding, that never works. It would just make his mental health terrible and ruin his mood.
It has also affected his personality and the way his mind works and thinks too.
Suddenly, everything went silent. The pain stopped. The screams stopped, and Owen was now in the darkness.
He was...confused, and then he blinked.
He saw something. In his eyes, he was somewhere deep in space, so far away that no human could dream of the location nor direction. He witnessed a vision
In that vision, he saw something that almost made his eyes melt, a large hand, a finger that had countless scares, and what seemed to be things of torture began moving through that impossible direction. Through that impossible location.
Appearing, slowly approaching only a single planet. Earth.
The finger merely touched earth and that was enough as billions of souls appeared on the grotesque fingers arm unleashing cacophony of screams as horrific entities began to pop out feom the finger and dragges those unsuspecting souls and forcefully place them into the torturous object.
Owwendidn't want to remember it, he wanted to scream and forget it, he wanted to tear the skin on his head break apart his skullpulling apart those memoriesfrom his brian, This was the torture he had experienced for two years.
His mind struggled to accept this reality, and this endless dark space suddenly twisted as an unholy scream spread throughout it. He knew this scream too well. He had heard it countless times.
It was his scream. He refused to believe billions of people would suffer a fate worse than death. He wondered who could stop it?. Who could prevent it?.
Like a whisper, it came to him, a long and sorrowful scream as the secrets of this darkness came into his mind. "It harvest worlds that have seen peace and punishes them for eternity as it has not seen such a thing. It is jealous of mortals, so he condemns them to torture."
It whispered. "There is only one option to stop this inevitability, Destroy the world yourself, leaving only a small amount for civilizations to rebuild itself. You shall now inherit these nightmares and become a curse that will destroy the world. From now on, I give you the position of Cursed Progenitor."
Owen's breath caught, though there was no air to draw. His chest ached with the pressure of knowledge—pure, unfiltered knowledge not meant for mortals.
"Cursed Progenitor.
The title echoed in his mind like a death knell. He didn't know what it meant exactly, but his soul trembled at its weight. It was not an honour. It was a burden—a crown made of thorns, forged in agony, soaked in the screams of the innocent.
His body, or what was left of it, began to warp. Not physically—something deeper, stranger. His essence cracked and shifted, like glass under pressure. Symbols, alien and old, carved themselves across the walls of his mind. He could hear them. The symbols whispered.
They told him what he had to do.
To save humanity, he had to become its destroyer.
He screamed again, but not from pain. This time, it was denial. Refusal. Rage.
"Why me?! Why do I have to be the one to end the world to save it?!"
The darkness didn't respond. It simply showed him more.
Visions of cities crumbling, children crying, skies weeping ash. But these visions weren't caused by his actions—they were what awaited the world if he didn't act. The monstrous finger would return. The torture would spread.
Eternal suffering.
No rebirth. No rebuilding. Just infinite agony recycled through endless dimensions.
And then, like a blade of ice, a final truth cut into him:
"You were chosen because you understand pain. Because you broke and still stood. Others would fail. Others would hesitate. You… will not.
The darkness began to peel away. Light—not warm, not welcoming—seeped into the void like tainted gold. It cast long shadows as Owen found himself back in his room. Earth. The real world. But something had changed.
Everything felt… quieter.
"Hahahah." Owen laughed, placing a hand on his face as tears of black spilt from his eyes. Was this the inevitable fate of humanity, destruction that causes eternal suffering or destruction that causes temporary suffering
Owen cried, yet he felt a deep sorrow within his soul, all his nightmares he could feel them as he became one, just...he was just wrapped in human flesh.
After seven more hours of crying. It was finally morning, and Owen smiled. He realised he still had time. From what he understood, he now could create small curses that would end the world, but it would take time, and soon, it would be noticeable.
He stood from his bed and wiped his tears.
Owen was a boy who didn't really have a handsome face but was also not ugly. He had black hair and eyes. The only noticeable thing about him was that he always had a frown on his face. He was eighteen, and next year, he would be going to college.
He took a bath and wore his school uniform. He didn't wait for breakfast nor waited for anyone to wake up, only leaving a note on the table that he went to school early.
As he walked, the silence of the neighbours accompanied him, followed by the light of the emerging sun. It was going to be a sunny and bright day...well for now, that is.
Everything is messed up now, isn't it?. A lot of people will die because of me, huh? I really hate myself, or I would probably start hating myself.
Owen shaked his head and decided to forget about those questions, at the very least, it was all that he could do at the very least, he would probably just spend more time with his friends and family.
Would that fix the upcoming madness he would unleash?. He knew he could never protect them from himself. Their survival solely depends on themselves and fate.
Owen sighed. Who was he kidding? He is on the brink of madness already.
At school, Owen put on his glasses as he read a book. A simple physics book, he had a test today and he did study yesterday but the torture really makes you forget a lot of things.
As he was reading, a shadow was cast on his body as he flipped a page. He did not care for such a distraction as this.
"Owen, you still aren't sleeping well, I see?" The cheerful voice of a girl came down on him. Owen turned a page. "Yeah....sleeping."
The girl had black hair and bright blue eyes, and she had a pretty face. "Strange, you're more talkative today, so you must definitely have gotten a good sleep?!!"
Oh, how I wish that was the case. But it's not..
Owen smiled at her. It's not something he used to do... but at least he should enjoy everything before he had to eventually end it. He really shouldn't think of such a thing at this moment. "Well Mia,no,I had a very terrible nightmare, in fact if you were to look at it you would tear apart that pretty face of yours before you reach into your mouth—into your organs and eventually you will pull your heart out."
The girl blinked.
"…What?"
For a moment, Owen stared at her, his face blank and unreadable. Then, he laughed. A dry, humourless chuckle that barely passed as sane.
"Sorry. That was a joke. Bad one."
She tilted her head, unsure if she should smile or slowly back away. "…You're really weird today, Owen."
"I guess I am." He said with a smile before turning to another page. Mia stared at Owen, she felt...uncomfortable, why was he smiling today?. Why did he have such a strange feeling to him?. Just thinking about it made her scratch her skin through her clothes.
She did not continue speaking to him.
Soon, the class started, and everything was going as usual, but Owen was absentmindedly staring at his desk.
He wondered when that thing would appear.
As he thought of that question, something at the back of his mind replied to him
3 years
That was short, Owen's eyebrows pressed against each other. So it meant he would have to end the world in 3 years, and that meant he would have to make a curse today or this month.
He frowned, and creating a curse was complicated. He thought, going over the countless runes in his mind, which were just knowledge edged upon him. If he created a curse, then it would only have the purpose of doing what it's told in its smallest form.
And if it matures. It may completely 'end the world' Without leaving anyone to survive, there's an easy way to fix this, though, cursing the curse to create something called a 'blessing'. In order to keep the curse in check, he would have to make a counter to it that helps the human survive the curse. It is like creating two personalities.
For example, a curse disease that causes humans to die and creates monsters can be cursed so that a plague doctor will appear and cure the humans... once in a while, that is.
He could also create curses that can be beneficial to humans in survival, so if they did die, some of the ones alive would have chances to fight some of the curses.
Yeah...that at least made his mental state a bit more bearable. He didn't need to annihilate half of humanity and leave them defenceless for countless Centuries....or Millennias.
Owen's pen began to leak ink from the tip and slowly fell onto his table in slow drops. This continued for a few more seconds before it emptied. Owen stared at the ink stain, unmoving, it then began to squirm as small tentacles began to reach out from it, they resembled that of squids reaching out, waiting to entagke their food and devour it whole.
Owen frowned, and then he tapped the tip of the pen on the ink stain. I was watching as all the ink returned, squirming inside but still trying to come out.
He stared the pen with a frown, he shouldn't allow his mind to wonder there, not yet atleast, but due to his mind wondering to such topics, it seemed to have created a curse that could help him create curses more smoothly...though it does seem a bit unstable...he may need to fix that later.
The school hours passed by relatively fast, and soon, school ended by three. As owen got off his chair, his best friend came to his table and lo9ked at him suspiciously.
His hand was on his chin, and he squinted while observing Owen. "You seem more...cheerful. though I'm not saying it's anything bad...it's just weird. "
Owen sighed, taking his bag from the ground. "Is being cheerful a crime. Maybe i got a girlfriend, Ryan."
Ryan scoffed. "Oh, pleases, we both know that you talking to girls is a bad idea. They start looking away from you every time you frown as if they were afraid of looking at you."
Owen rolled his eyes as he walked past him, and then he replied. "That's good for them. They shouldn't look at something terrible like me."
Ryan blinked before turning around and caught up to him. "Hey, what do you mean by that? You actually don't look bad it's just that you always frown, stop belittling yourself."
Owen shaked his head. "...It's not about looks, Ryan. It's what's inside that scares people. Or… what's starting to come out."
Ryan frowned. "Okay, now you're sounding like a creep. What's going on with you today?"
Owen didn't respond. They walked in silence for a moment, shoes tapping against concrete, the fading warmth of the afternoon sun pressing lightly on their backs. Owen's bag felt heavier than usual. Not because of books—but the burden.
Ryan finally spoke again, quieter this time. "Is it the nightmares again?"
That made Owen stop. He looked at Ryan, the only person he trusted enough to even hint at the truth. "…Worse than before."
"Worse how?"
Owen looked up at the sky. So calm. So empty. It made his stomach churn. "They don't feel like dreams anymore. They feel like… warnings."""
Ryan stayed quiet, sensing the gravity in Owen's words.
Owen suddenly turned to him, eyes dark and serious. "If something happens—anything weird, unnatural, or horrifying. Don't ask questions. Don't try to be a hero. Just run."
"…Owen?"
"Promise me, Ryan."
His friend stared at him for a long moment, caught between confusion and fear. Then, reluctantly, he nodded. "…Okay. I promise."
Owen nodded and continued walking. That was the most he could do for now—warn the people he cared about, even if they didn't understand.
That night, Owen sat alone at his desk. The room was dim, lit only by a flickering lamp. A blank notebook lay before him, the pages trembling slightly from the subtle vibrations of something… unseen.
He held his pen—that pen—the one that had birthed tentacles from ink earlier today. He didn't fully trust it. But it was his now. A tool born from his fragmented thoughts. A part of him.
He began to write.
Not words. Symbols.
Each one etched from the runes burned into his soul. The language of curses. The syntax of destruction.
Curse #01:Travelling Darkness
Reverse Curse #01:Light hidden in the dark..
Description:Humanity feared the darkness. No, that was incorrect, Humanity feared what resided in the darkness. Thus, the darkness destroyed all that resided within it, leaving only a single light. When the darkness descends, light disperses as the living turn to dead. But you, humanity, are lucky. For the Progenitor has given you a chance to survive, seek the Light hidden in the dark before the darkness descends as that is the only way you shall survive.
The notebook cover became black as all the ink in the pen poured out and entered into the book, melding with it. Owen did not write that description.
He frowned and immediately closed the book. He sighed and went to the bathroom and freshen up, then he went downstairs.