Chapter 22: The Story Of The Forgotten

Looking around the dark space, Beelzebub looks like he is possessed, looking at an old television. From there, Issac’s life begins to show.

The moment Issac comes into this world, he suffers some hardships due to his special rank ability, unlike his older sister, who was born with a peak rank.

But he doesn’t consider those things hard at all, for he has everything a person can dream of. He has a caring mother who loves him dearly, a cute sister who always looks out for him, and a fiancée who is his childhood friend and the love of his life.

Not only that, people surround him everywhere he goes and treat him with awe and respect. Life was great for Issac, everyone loved him, everyone adored him, eve-ever-every one

“H-HELP SOMEONE HELP”

That day was the last time he had a nice dream; he had gazed at something he shouldn't, and now he had received the ghost's eyes.

One day, all it took was one day for everyone's looks to turn into disappointment and disgust. He heard whispers that burned his inside He saw a glance that pierced his heart. No one—his mother, his sister, his lover—has talked to me ever since.

After one week of medication. He was forced to lie on the bed in a dark, empty room with one lightbulb and a television for god knows how long. Nobody visited, nobody cared for him; only a food tray was placed every day, and someone came to clean the room. They treat him like he doesn’t exist. He is already dead in others' eyes, and at some point, he thinks he is dead too.

Times passed for about a year, and the young child who was supposed to become a ruler now was treated less than a beggar. Every night was gruesome pain that deteriorated his body even further; he was getting skinnier and paler each day.

On one fateful day, when he is lying in bed thinking about the pain last night, a ray of light hits his eyes as his father, who he hasn’t seen for years, comes to visit him.

No amount of words can describe his emotion; is it sorrow, resentment, or…joy? That someone is finally looking out for him. But before he could give a choice to express his emotion.

His father, with cold eyes, throws the knife at his bed and then says in a low voice

“Choose, either you die right here and become a tragic end or runaway and never speak about Mortem’s name with your mouth ever again.”

The reality crashed down on him; he may not be the brightest, but he knows. He had been replaced by his brother, whom he didn’t even know existed. Looking at the knife, he grabs it and tries to stab his stomach.

And yet, he can’t. For the first time in his life, he refused to follow his father's order.

“…Coward”

After that day, his hair dyed yellow, a curse was placed on him, and he was kicked out as all of his records and his existence were erased from the people’s minds.

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Living in the street with nothing in his hands. He has to restore everything to survive with a crippled body. Life was hell, but at night, it got even worse.

The loneliness and knowledge that the family has abandoned him caused him to cry every night until he collapsed. Life keeps going on, he fools, he gets beaten up, and he cries until he can’t anymore. He wanted to die but thought to himself that if he were to die, then he should have done it in front of his father. So he chooses to live.

Eyes, thousands of eyes looking at him throughout this life, but none of them is from kindness. All he sees is the figure of his father overlapping within these eyes; he has gained trauma from his father.

One day, when he is running away from Rango. He spotted a face similar to his. His brother, Derious Mortem, was taking a walk with his sister and mother, talking happily. He is the complete opposite of Issac

Feeling a gaze, Derious looks at his brother; this causes Issac to be taken back. He wants to step up and ask for help.

It took a few moments for Derious to remember who Issac was.

Then he smiled and laughed like crazy, pointing at me like seeing a rat in a clown suit. I-I a clown?

That night, I begged, with raging white eyes and bloody tears. Beg for anyone, any being, to cure him.

Someone answered his call. A figure in a ragged cloak extends his hands.

The figure teaches him where, when, and how to have ultimate power—to rule the world under his fingertips. He believed it, only to get absorbed by that unknown demon, or is it?

The TV glitch reveals a young Isaac looking directly at Beelzebub.

“O demon of the unknown, I give you everything.”

The TV glitch again reveals now a grown-up Issac but this time with pitch-black eyes.

“So, give me the power to show this world who I am.”

The TV glitch one more time, but was crushed by Beelzebub. He tries to erase his memory once again, only to have his head ripped off by his right arm.

From the neck, a new head with a face identical to the old Issac from the TV appears. Crows, millions of them, fly out of his shadow, corrupting the dark space.

******

As Beelzebub's face distorted, his eyes turned dark, his body grew out two raven’s wings, and his hands turned into talons.

“Huh?”

“KEHKEHKEH, FINALLY, I HAVE REGAINED MY BODY.”

“Thank you, my brother; if not for the fact that you arrived, his weak mind wouldn’t be overpowered like this.”

“YOU”

“It took quite a time to study his memory, but in there, times can be limitless, so after gaining most of the things I need, I wait and wait patiently, infecting him with emotions that the young me used to have, weakening his mind until his mind reaches the lowest point before taking the chance to seize his body.”

“W-”

Derious tries to say something but only to be grabbed by the neck and slammed into the ground, knocking him unconscious.

“How lucky me to have a weakened demon king fused into my body. I guess that my dream has come true. For the first time in my pitiful life, I was lucky and happy.”

Looking at a broken mirror nearby, he glamourizes his new appearance and power. Now he just needs to delete Beelzebub to gain complete control over this body.

“It seems that I haven’t gained full knowledge about that mysterious power yet, but at least I can torture you however I like.”

Issac steps on the chest of Derious, causing him to wake up in surprise.

“I guess when looking at that memory, I become closer to him, I guess, kehkehkehkeh.”

He slashed both of Derious’s arms, causing him to scream in agony.

“But for some reason, none of those memories can lower my hatred for everything; in fact, it only grows stronger than each second.”

Looking into Derious's feared eyes, Isaac cast torture on his younger brother.

“UAHHHHHHHH”

“Those screams, for a hatred that has been brewing for eons, have become tasteless.”

I remove all of that bastard contingency curse, making sure that he doesn’t know anything. Sure, altering an S-rank curse is hard but not impossible; I have been planning for everything inside there after all.

“I want to hear their scream, his scream for eternity; only that could bring peace to my mind.”

“Huff huff”-Derious breath heavily

“So let's start with their first scream.”

“And show them that I am still alive.”