Curse of the Crooked

Epilogue

The boy wandered into the city, heading straight to the center. He wasn’t certain who he was. He didn’t even remember his name. The only thing he has was a lingering feeling of warmth and two tokens that he’d assumed were to remind him of home. He didn’t have a purpose, not anymore, at least. All he knew was that something sinister awaited his arrival at the center of the city. The closer he got, the more his figure would distort. He felt his vision tunnel as his facial features sank into his face and twisted. He wasn’t sure, but his limbs became crooked. His fingernails sharpened. He was… a monster? No. That couldn’t be right.

Upon his arrival, he noticed how others like him cracked and bent beneath the shoes of a tall, pale figure. It was intimidating. The creature was eerie, dressed in a suit. The darkness seemed to bend around him, parting only for the creature. It was the Boss. Everything in the shadows whispered the name Abaddon. It silently made its way to him, tracing its bony fingers over his face. The boy felt at peace as his purpose made itself known to him. The boy would serve Abaddon. He would find his master a fresh new human, so cute and naïve, but a soul as rich as black soil. The boy felt at peace for the first time since his memory had gone. The boy he had been was no more. With a last smile, his mind went dark, and he completely succumbed to the curse.