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❝Xían.❞

People say, that I'm a bad guy.
But some also say, that I'm a good guy.

So which one is it?

Am I the one, who you should fear?
Or am I the one, who you should worship?

Which one is it?

I was born with a curse,
A curse, that drove me to madness.
But I'm not insane- no, no, no.

I'm just a bit delirious, nothing more.

I was born and raised in the mortal realm.
I lived in poverty, I lived..

Miserably, to be frank.

I never offended trouble, but why did trouble come for me?

I, lived in my own world.
I, was a loner.
I, never bothered anyone.

But why did I have to suffer?

Just because, I see things that no one can, I'm a demon?

Just because, I stand up for myself, I'm a sin?

Just because, I bit the hand that abused me, I'm ordered to be killed?

Tell me, if justice and fairness truly existed-

Why was I ruthlessly slain?

Why was I, the one who did nothing but do good things,

Accused as a bad guy?

Why was she, the one who truly sinned,

Became the good one?

Is the world against me,
Or am I against the world?

Have I somehow offended everyone,
For someone to end me?

Was I too trusting,
That my trust was used?

Was I too stupid,
To realized that I was born to be a sacrifice?

A sacrifice for the Goddess of Night?

The goat, that was born to be the food for the devil.

I'm no different than the livestocks.

My eyes were taken from me,
My heart was dug out and eaten.

My body was mutilated,
And my skin melted.

The demons around me laughed in mockery,
While the voices could only say things.

Things.

That I will always remember.

Things that I will never forget.

She took my soul,
She blessed me and cursed me.

She made me, into a new person.
She made me, a new vessel.

My heart was gone,
My soul was tarnished,
My eyes were gifted,
My skin was restored,
And the voices have gotten stronger.

They made me the bad guy.

They made me be the villain of the story.

They told me, that I should pay for my sins.

I'm not insane.

I'm just sick in the head.

It's not my fault that the village burned to the ground.

It's not my fault that everyone died.

None of it is my fault.

So why blame me?

When you turned me into this.

[428 words] (a background story for one of my oc's!)