My Childhood Friend the Demon Knight Hates Me

My parents died when I was six.

A carriage that was riding with my father and mother was attacked by thieves on the road to the city.

Until then, the edge of a certain great power, the three parents and children in a long idle village, the days spent in peace and finesse, were simply lost. My mother sheltered me and my father fought the thieves to the end trying to protect the other passengers, but both were killed in front of me before the rescue arrived.

I was lucky enough to survive to be taken away by a distant father, but no one called me "Reis" there. "Shameless Son," he was cold-handed.

As I learned later, my father was the second son of a powerful house, even in this country, where the difference between the noble and the lowly is remarkable. He was just making money in a pretty nasty business, and my father rebelled against the way he did it, did not accept the marriage he had decided to marry, and fell in love with his low-status mother and left the house. It's commonly known as a rush down.

Ridiculous story, but the evil roots left by parents affect the child as well.

I don't mean to complain about my dead parents, but... rather, since the day I wore my parents' blood, emotions had stopped working at all. Grievances, of course, are cursed and hard, nor do I feel lonely and lonely.

A toddler who can't move no matter what he does without a look on his face would have been creepy.

In addition, the brunette red-eye, which was accepted in the village, seemed to be the subject of fear at the point where it was taken away, and the position and appearance of her parents were met, and there were no strangers trying to be close to me.

But with the light violence that comes down from time to time and the scolding murmurs and disgusting glances, minimal food and shelter was provided, and I thought that when I was old enough to work, I just had to live alone somewhere.

There is no particular hope but no despair in living.

I don't even want to die, but even if I did, I can close the curtain.

- So he said he had deep grievances about my parents. He wants me to get revenge on you, the child, instead of the dead parent.

That said, even when a woman named 'The Devil's Messenger' suddenly appeared before me, I felt blurred that it was unreasonable, but that was all.

Soitz, who distorted the space and emerged from nothing, was a woman whose very existence was like a dark night, with tiny long dark hair with black eyes and black robes on her blue and white skin.

Surrounded by flickering black butterflies, I found myself in a cabin in a strange forest.

I'm the woman who was your father's fiancée.

Said his last chance to rebuild the house of the woman he was leaning toward was to enter into an engagement with his father.

He took over my father's house and said he intended to return to bloom.

"Just inches away from it, your mother interrupted. The house is crushed, and your mother and father are dead. How much I treated my eyes before they sold me without paying my debts......! I won't forgive you, never. That abominable woman, that man who chose that woman and dumped me, and you, their child!

I simmered the exacerbation into my muddy eyes, and the woman put her sharp nails up on my cheek.

I couldn't resist the slight pain when I rolled onto the floor of a wooden plank and my body couldn't move properly.

It's a misguided resentment.

I have nothing to do with the limbs of a woman peeking from a robe or any part of her face hidden with her hair, whether it's an ugly mole or marks of injury.

But unlike me, a woman who had no choice but to live and go mad with her emotions left in a tossed and inferior environment seemed to need an abominable subject.

The woman held up her poisonous, bright red lips.

"You know something called 'The Devil'?

"Devil...?

"Being that gives you the power to fulfill any wish, as long as you pay the price. I have obeyed many of those demons. After crawling and surviving, the old devil anticipated his talent and gained his strength. The power to avenge the people who discredited me.... I hate you, your parents got screwed first, but I'm glad you're alive, Rais."

"Now I can have my revenge," the woman said, hurting her own arm with a knife, mixing blood with the black ink she took out, and beginning to draw something like a formation around me.

... it's ironic, I thought.

Since my parents died, this is the only woman who called my name decent and who was happy that I was alive.

"I am, Reis. Ever since I found out you were alive, that's all I've been thinking about is how I can make you suffer longer.... Shall I tell you something good? Those born with the colour 'black' in their hair and eyes are compatible with the devil. You will possess a powerful demon on very nice terms from now on. I'll make you the devil possessor."

The time is night.

It was a beautiful full moon night, with moonlight slipping through the small window.

She dripped blood, laughed, "I'm ready," and the woman said, "Contract details."

"If you possess the devil, your strength will rise. You will gain unpopular physical abilities. Instead - you were made to love wholeheartedly. Kill him with your own hands, and give his soul to the devil who will make him dwell in you from now on, as the price of the covenant."

"... Beloved?

"Yes, when you have a life that you truly cherish, you will kill it yourself."

The woman is soaked in joy that it is the best revenge, but in this situation, my heart was somewhere else like HR.

Even if the devil is possessed, he cannot pay the price without those who are eligible. Then the devil will be kept and killed by me for the rest of his life.

- I didn't think I could do it, such as wholeheartedly beloved.

But the woman denied it after seeing through my thoughts.

"In the not so distant future, you can always have such a presence. I can see that. 'Cause you're the son of that abominable couple who thought so strongly of each other as just one opponent."

Gilli, thinking that she had bitten her lips hard, then the woman laughed like crazy.

"Oh, look forward to it! When will you ever love someone like that? And how do you kill him? How painful will you be if all love turns to killing! I'm sure you'll deny your feelings, turn away your loved ones, and try to protect them, won't you? That's how you endure and endure...... but at the end of the day you can't endure and kill a being that I think is sincerely important. Just imagine your despair then, how delightful!

In the moonlight, the woman dyed black and red just kept laughing.

The sight of a black butterfly dancing with a woman's laughter is unusual everywhere with distortion (snoring).

"Oh, you can't reveal to someone that you're demon-possessed, can you? I won't let you ask for help be a stupid imitation. I won't even tolerate suicide. I'll add it to the contract. Live in distress and anguish by yourself, and... hold the body of your beloved, and cry."

If a woman chanted something, a burning pain ran on her chest.

It's like being pressed against countless needles. In such pain that I couldn't even speak, I stroked my brunette and said, "Until then, I'll let the demon inside sleep. Beginning with those who love and want to kill, the covenant moves, and the power of the devil dwells in you. Until then, forget it all," the woman said in an eerily gracious voice.

And the last time I saw the face of a woman smiling satisfactorily, "Now I'm finally passing to my mothers".

In agony, my consciousness slowly faded away.