Prologue

I have always been an enemy of myself. I hated the fact that the devil in me could only work at night while the angelic side of me was present throughout the day. This has been my way of survival in this goddamn shithole of a country.

First thing I do in the morning after waking up is to grab myself a cup of coffee, a classical music playing at the background, dancing my way to the bathroom. Then, I wear my well ironed shirt and a black trousers complimented with a matching suit to complete the outfit.

I ride myself to my office in Canary, just beside the famous river. It’s chilly all the time even during the summer. At work, I run through my task for the day in addition with previous tasks if not completed. Until someone ruins my day for no particular reason.

“Your writeup does not sound professional. I need you to write it again.” His team leader rebuked him.

“Yes. I’ll do that quickly.” He sounded polite like he had made everyone believe. Deep inside, he was marking him as a target. A foe. Or even still his very own prey.

Ah! I forgot to introduce myself.

I am Aiden. Aiden Wyndham born and bred in Great Britain. The only son and the only child of my parents who suddenly lost their lives to an accident that I caused. It broke my heart as I watch the terror in their eyes, breathing their last breath and still shielding me. It was then I knew I wasn’t normal.

I grew up in a peaceful community with peaceful neighbours. No record of crimes were reported in my vicinity. It was that peaceful. Until one day, I saw him…..the demon himself. He came to me, covered in crimson red, holding a knife that glistened by the cast of light. He handed the knife to me and said:

“It’s your turn. To carry on the legacy.” The demon said.

Normally, I should be surprised but I wasn’t. Instead, with courage I took hold of the knife and what felt like a transfer of anger, hatred, pain, suffering etc engulfed me. My whole body was on fire and my head began to throb with pain. It was painful to the extent that my eyes shot red.

That was when I knew that something had been transferred to me but what in particular, I knew not. Weeks later, I noticed the changes…..I could barely sleep at night. I was tormented by the screams of people that I could not see but I could hear them. They were loud. So loud that I felt my eardrums were being ripped.

I went out for a walk around the peaceful neighbourhood when a dog appeared before me whimpering. I gawked at it as it had a snake wounded around its body. Wherever it had gone to for the snake to prey on it was certainly not my cup of tea.

I watch it as the snake bit it with its venom several times weakening it. It took short breaths, his heartbeat rate reducing afterwards. It passed on and I wasn’t fazed. Instead, a smile crept on my face and a malicious laughter followed afterwards.

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