Black sorcerer

Chapter 2: No reason to live

This is impossible! How could my mother and father have abandoned me? This monster is definitely lying to me!

When Jaro, who had been unconscious for a long time, came to, it was already morning. He felt uncomfortable all over and looked up at the sky with empty eyes. Am I dreaming? Monster, I know you're near. I know what you have done to my body. If you can hear me, come out quickly.

Jarou, feeling the warmth of the sun, felt a little cold lying on the ground. His clothes were dirty and he had waited a long time for an answer. Feeling the need to confirm something, Jarou sat up and noticed something strange: he felt full of energy. I don't know how, but it feels good. At this time of day, my father should be taking the goats out to pasture. I must hurry back and clean the pen.

Feeling that he could return to the village, Jaro arrived at the village gate as he wished. First he tried to remove the mask, but failed. The two children who were playing saw the dirty Jaro and clung to him in panic: 'Ah! Monster! Big brother, why isn't this monster dead yet?' 'Little brother, what are you talking about? If he is a monster, how could he die so easily? Little brother, come with me.

The shouts of the two children alerted the nearby villagers. After they had hurriedly left, the villagers who had come out of their houses saw Jaro and rushed back inside as if they had seen a ghost. As for the people who were still on the path, they were so frightened that they grabbed whatever they could find around them to defend themselves, even if it was just gravel. Jaro was not usually well liked by the villagers, but he had never been in this situation before.

He had just turned 16, and until yesterday he had always longed to leave the village, but at this moment he no longer had that desire. The outside world gave him an unprecedented sense of unease. Even if he returned to the village and continued to be scolded and disliked by the people, he would be willing to stay in this remote village. He wanted to stay quietly by his parents' side.

Jaro, who watched as several children gathered and threw stones at him, was confused as he endured the pain. What's wrong with you? Even if you don't like me, there's no need for this, is there? Sorry, I have to go home and clean the goat pen, so please don't throw any more stones!

Hm, how on earth did you, a freak, survive? Anyway, no matter how you survived, you'll never be able to go back to your shitty home, so get out of the village!' 'That's ridiculous, Jaro. How can you be thinking about cleaning the sheepfold at this hour? Speaking of which... your family's sheepfold really stinks. Why don't we just...'

A child who had been desperately throwing stones was hugged by a woman: 'Bala, why are you saying such things again? He is one of us from the village, even if he is a freak.

Jaro, who had stopped using his arms to protect himself from the stones, was furious. Auntie, how can you say that to me? My grandparents died suddenly the day I was born, and I was just as sad when I found out. But it's not my fault! So why do you keep calling me a freak? I repeat: I am not a freak. My name is Onassis Jaro, I am the son of Onassis Bree, and I am from Wheat Village, for the rest of my life. Why don't you like me?

Yes, Jaro had never been liked since childhood. Whenever he ventured more than 50 metres from his house, children would throw stones at him. The adults, on the other hand, kept their distance. They were always looking for ways to get rid of the family, but the village chief stopped them.

The Jaros' home was far from the village entrance, and the old house often leaked when it rained. When it got dark, mice in search of food took care of the house, and the Jaro's parents never managed to solve either problem...

Finally, Jaro arrived at the door of his house, covered in bruises. Fighting back the pain, he said, "Mother, I'm home. Jaro had never thought that coming home would be so difficult. He had been beaten, and all he wanted was a place to sleep. Smelling a faint stench, Jaro looked over to the nearby goat pen. Just as he unconsciously picked up a broom, a woman running from the house embraced him.

Jaro, my boy, I can't believe you're alive! Mother is so glad you're back. Do the wounds hurt? "Not at all, Mother. Where's father?" The woman in the apron wept with joy. Jaro, who had finally seen his mother again, was also very happy. But soon a discordant voice broke the warm atmosphere: Jaro, last night... What happened to you? How did you get back here?

The woman wiping Jarro's face is very unhappy: 'What's wrong with you? Can't you see our child is hurt? Go and get the medicine! Jarro, standing still, says earnestly, 'I'm sorry, Father, I didn't clean the sheepfold in time. I hope you won't be angry, I'll do it later...' The man with the purple hair raised his left hand and replied coldly: "Are you still my child?

What does Father mean? Of course I'm his child! Could he have relapsed? It's strange. Why hasn't my father brought the sheep back? They are an important asset to our family and must not be lost!

Dad, what are you talking about? Mother, I'm fine, don't...' Jarro, finally noticing something strange, sees in the reflection in the pool that his father is wearing a dark blue mask over his chin. He sees a dark tattoo on his left cheek. He tried to tear off the mask, but suddenly felt excruciating pain. Take a good look at how you look now!

Why is my father holding my head? All I have is this strange tattoo and, of course, this strange mask! But I didn't do any of this, someone must have done it while I was asleep. Could it be the monster? Or was it just a prank by the village kids?

Huh? Why is my hair black? Father, is that why you're so angry? Ah, it hurts so much I can't even talk.

When Jaroo regained consciousness, he saw a scene that looked familiar. Tied to a wooden post, Jaroo felt more humiliated than ever: 'Burn the monster! Since the evil spirit can't get rid of him, let's set him on fire! I don't think he'll survive this time!

Looking at the familiar faces around him, Jarro, unable to speak, made sure that his parents were not there: This is great! Dad, Mum, you really are the best for me! I'm sorry, Father, I let you down. Once I wash my head, I'm sure my purple hair will go back to normal!

Am I going to die again? Wait, what did I die of? Never mind, it doesn't matter! I don't want to be cremated! Mum, wait for me, I'll be right there... Huh? My head hurts! What's wrong?

The village chief, holding a torch, saw Jarro struggling. I'm sorry, Jarro, we owe you an apology. We hope you don't hate us. Only your death can appease us...'

When Jarro came to, he saw that everyone around him was dead. He saw the fire being lit and struggled hard to free himself from the ropes. Looking at the stunned expressions of the people lying on the ground, Jaro finally saw the most unwanted scene: 'Father, mother, wake up quickly, did I cause all this?

More than three months later, Jaro, who had suffered a nervous breakdown, went to the edge of a high cliff. With empty eyes he looked into the abyss: 'More than three months have passed and inexplicably people have died because of me... Nearly 2,000 people, and as for the creatures... countless! As expected... those people were right, I am a monster! I haven't eaten in three months, but I'm still alive. If I'm not a monster, what else could I be?

Damn it, it's definitely the mask, and of course the monster! He hasn't shown himself since that night. Where the hell is it?

Jaro, kneeling on the edge of the cliff, was heartbroken: 'I'm sorry, Father and Mother, I've killed you! I have taken too many lives, and now... let me repay you with my own life!

Just as Jaro was about to jump off the cliff to commit suicide, four meteors fell from the clear sky. Jaro, thinking it was heaven punishing him, gladly accepted. The four fiery meteors hit the cliff where he was standing...