“Wretched child, do you wish for power to dispose of everyone who wronged you?”
The man in pure black coat asked the trembling child, who was writhing in pain.
“Let me kill those motherfuckers, none of them deserve to exist.” The child answered without hesitation, gritting his teeth.
“Very well then, you will receive exactly what you want. In return, everything you hold dear will perish” replied the mysterious man.
The young boy laughed in a very menacing manner, “Everything I hold dear? What kind of shit are you on, I have no fucking thing to lose anymore. Sign me the fuck up.”
“And so it will be granted.”
Suddenly, an outburst of crimson and black energy surrounded the boy and the mysterious man, enveloping everything in the vicinity.
After quite some time, the man wearing a coat vanished alongside the otherworldly burst of energy.
And that was the first and only record in the entire world of the devil himself forging a contract with a mere mortal.
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Chapter 1: The Boy
[November 29, 2114, Galuna City’s Suburbs]
“Why won’t these fuckers just disappear”
Somewhere in Galuna City’s Suburbs, there was a child thinking of this constantly. Whether it would be directed towards his parents, classmates, or just anyone who managed to piss him off.
The child was a bright one, but his upbringing was not so. His parents would constantly abuse him for no reason; his father was a sloven drunkard, and the mother was a psychotic bitch. Day and night, the boy would receive some form of maltreatment. This pushed him to madness and insanity, you could say that he was as bad as his mother. Even in school, the boy would receive harassment and death threats from his classmates.
“Just die already, human trash” said one of his classmates. “You’re just a waste of oxygen”, yelled another, and so on and so forth. Of course, this would be emotionally taxing on a child, as if the maltreatment from his parents wasn’t enough; surprisingly the boy remained composed. Eventually, he got used to it that shit doesn’t bother him anymore. One thing didn’t change though, his pent up anger and rage towards the world. The child would occasionally curse the world and its current inhabitants. This caught the attention of a mysterious man, dressed up in a coat as dark as the abyss itself.