The Search for Freedom

I realized it was better to kill a hundred people with my own hands than see myself controlled by the curse and likely kill thousands or more. From what I had experienced, the curse was willing to kill anyone without hesitation. If I could control myself, there were many ferocious people in the world, but I wasn't saying that they ought to die.

I realized if the curse could control every portion of my body, including my brain, it might kill more than I needed, and it would not leave me anymore. There might be thousands, or it could kill all the people in the whole world. It was horrendous as it sometimes used dark magic. So I decided to kill a hundred people rather than billions.

"It seems that you have decided, but it's not too late if you would like to change your mind. It won't be as simple as that, for there's a possibility of wrong things to happen," Cain said.

"You told me that the curse could be active at anytime, so I don't need to think too much about it. That's just a time-consuming task, especially since there's a possibility that I won't be able to control myself anymore."

"You're absolutely a clever boy, for you made the right choice, and because of that, I will help you to search for someone you can kill. Don't worry about anything else, and focus yourself on your task. I will be here, and I will help you in fighting for our freedom."

"Are you sure you will be there not only in happiness but also in times of sorrow?" I asked as if I was challenging him.

Cain didn't answer me, but his silence seemed to be telling that he agreed, or I wasn't sure, for I wasn't a predictor, so I didn't ask him about it. He was going to hold my arm when I remembered my parents. They might have doubted where I was going.

"My parents would definitely doubt me if you took me somewhere. You already know how inquisitive they are," I told him.

"Don't worry. It's already come to my mind, and there's no possibility that your parents will notice the things you're doing," Cain replied.

"How can you say so if even my mother has already doubted that there's something weird happening to me?"

"Just believe me and also believe that they won't notice it. Believe what you want and your belief will help create the fact."

"You're mistaken. I had been believing that this curse wouldn't last much longer, but what happened was the opposite of the truth. Now tell me why..."

I had not finished my words when Cain suddenly raised his hand. In a second that followed, we emerged in another place. He was murmuring (possibly because I was only trying something but not doing it) as the weather gradually shifted from warm to cold.

"What are we doing here?" I asked. "Don't you see that I'm just wearing a shirt, trousers, and slippers, but you brought me to this kind of place?"

I felt uncomfortable because it was really cool! The cool breeze was chilling my thighs. The weather wasn't really that fine; there was no rain, no sleet, and no snow. Perhaps it was only because of the altitude. The cool breezes blew hither and thither. I couldn't even see what was ahead because of the mist; heaven seemed to be going down the earth!

"Don't worry, Lil. Trust me." Cain raised his hand, and there appeared a thick, black coat and pants around my body.

He was undoubtedly a powerful demon, for he could change my clothes. However, he didn't know what my size was. The coat he gave was so heavy, as if I was loaded with one-fourth sack of rice, while the pants were so loose that they were going to fall down if I did not hold them. Cain was such a demon who didn't even put me in underwear.

"Why won't you just change my clothes? This coat is so heavy, these pants were so loose, and can you put me in underwear?" I complained.

Cain raised his hand in the air, and the heavy coat and loose pants suddenly changed. It became worse than the clothes he gave me. What kind of spirit was he? Was he deaf and hadn't heard me? He didn't even give me any clothes, except underwear.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

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I covered my hump with my hands and cried, "Hey! What kind of nincompoop are you? Give me back my clothes!"

"You told me that you don't have underwear. That's why I put you in underwear. Don't you want to wear that?" Cain replied in a sneering manner. "If you don't want it, then let me remove that."

Grudgingly, I really wanted to bury him alive. He was so stubborn, and my heart throbbed faster when he said he was going to remove my underwear if I didn't need it. There was nobody who had seen mine since I was a baby except my parents, so I wasn't accustomed to wearing underwear only. It made me more irritated. I really wanted to kill him, though I knew he was already a spirit.

"Please, give my clothes back to me and I won't complain to you again. Just give them back!" I implored, then shivered because of the cold wind that was playing on my skin. "It's so cold! I will really kill you if you won't give me my clothes back!" I shouted.

Cain raised his hand, and suddenly, my original clothes came back, but not my worn slippers. They turned into a pair of boots with yellow soles. I ran towards Cain and tried to give him a terrible blow. "Oh! I'm so sorry." He apologized and tried to calm me. "Look, I gave you back your clothes, so please don't be overacting."

"And why did you do that if you don't want me to become mad? Don't you know that nobody has seen mine [sic] before?" I chided him. "You're so embarrassing; it would be better if I didn't befriend you!"