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She told me that I was stronger than what I went through, and told me to bring hell to whoever made me wish for her because it wasn’t my time. She promised that she would come back to take me if I did that, and I agreed. When next she came, I would definitely be going with her, because she appeared too big to break a promise.
The Christians said God regretted that He created humans, yet He never stopped creating. Always creating more and more even though it was clearly stated that He regretted it.
All I knew was that He could never account for how bad humans became. He didn’t know where He went wrong with the creation. He must have always wondered how everything turned so bad, how the creation He planned so beautifully in His head turned wrong.
Humans were the creation of a hobby, so I guessed that was why it was so hard for Him to stop. Or maybe when a human went bad on earth, He would immediately create another human and add a new ingredient to stop them from being like the former.
But the truth was; evil wasn’t born, it was made.
Evil was made from pain, evil was created by anger. Evil was made from humans’ gullible minds wanting to know everything, wanting to achieve everything, and wanting to confirm everything.
A clear example was Eve’s collaboration with the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit so she could be more powerful than God.
Who in the world would want to be more powerful than the one who gave her life? Oh it was Eve y’all.
Every villain had a story, but who would listen? Every villain had a past, but who would relive it? A hero wanted to save the world from feeling the pain he once felt, while a villain made the world feel the pain he once felt; they were both right and wrong in their own ways.
To the heroes, selflessness could also be selfish and to the villains, nothing would change even after bringing hell to earth. Your stigma would stay with you for life whether others felt the same pain or not.
Your pain wouldn’t leave just because you caused the same to another, though there was a sense of satisfaction knowing that you were capable of bringing people to the same pain you felt. And that was why humans were stupid, they always wanted to win even if it meant going against the will of God.
What would happen if you ever went against the will of God? He would leave you all to yourself to handle everything on your own and while that felt good to hear, your only friend would be the beautiful woman called Angel of Death, waiting to take you where you belong.
Hell.
Darkness asked me a question the moment it came into my life; would you rather die or kill? I chose to die after killing and I had been doing that for a very long time. You could blame me all you want, but it would only affect me if I cared.
Like I said, evil wasn’t born, it was created.
They should have made sure I was dead.
Remembering what I came into the house for, I closed the door of the room behind me and walked closer to the vanity table. I undressed, revealing the ‘Blood is thicker than water’tattoo a few inches away from my belly, and the 20 cm long scar on my left arm.
I ran my index finger on the scar and realized that it was almost healed again. It’d been ten years since I had the scar, and if I had left it, it would have been healed and barely visible. But there was no fun in that.
The scar was given to me by my wrongdoers to remind me of their hands on me which was why I refused to let it heal. Not until those who gave me the scar were wiped from the face of the earth.
By me.
I opened the drawer and took out a small table knife and a bottle of white gin. I was happy that it was still there. It was good to know that my mother listened when she wanted to.
I positioned the knife on my scar and dragged it to recreate the wound. Blood seeped out of it and I grimaced. I shut my eyes for some minutes to let the pain hit me and I exhaled through my mouth.
My phone beeped and I picked it up to see a text from one of my female subs.
My Sub
Are we still meeting today, ma’am?
Me
Meet me by 7.
Anything you want, ma’am.
I shut my eyes at the message.
That was the reason she was my favorite of all the subs I ever had, she always knew just what to say.Anything you wantwas the perfect thing to say to me because I loved being in control, knowing that the other person’s freedom was based on my wish.