It was one of the days when I used to live by the woods. Grandfather was out, and should be coming back at anyti right about now. He usually does.
And indeed, he appeared. He placed down the logs that he cut off from his work, and walked unto to pick up, and cradled on his arms.
"Aww~ is my willy lilly baby hungy? Is he hungy?" He nudged with nose playfully, and I laughed at his antiques. I was but two to three years old at that ti, yet he treated like a baby as usual.
Grandfather loved dearly, and I was sure about that.
He then put down and began making sothing for to eat. In the anwhile, I played at the living room, and threw the small splinters from the wood into the chimney fire.
I was always srized by the flas. It always felt like they were calling out to , and seeking my affection.
Yet I never understood that feeling.
And while I was busy doing that, I felt a ruckus within the kitchen, then saw grandfather rushing towards with fear written all over his face.
He held for his dear life, and hurriedly hid behind a decoration within the living room, where it made it hard for to be seen from multiple angles.
My heart beat raced, and I did my best to keep quiet. I wanted to ask where he was going, what he was going to do, or what was going on.
Yet nothing left my mouth.
I only watched as he hurried out of the hiding area, then heard him speak to a few people within the dining room.
His tone was hurried and in panic, yet he never let out the fact that he was hiding sothing. That was so, until I heard dull sounds, ones that I thought were the result of fighting.
Then later, I head more and more dull sounds, like a group of n stomping down on the ground with might and fervor.
It even caused the house to tremble.
I silently cried, as I did not want to believe what was going on. I thus cried, and prayed, prayed with all my might that they stop.
"Stop..."
I prayed to any gods that were listening.
"Please stop..."
I prayed to anyone kind enough to listen to a little boy's desperate cry.
"Please... stop... stop..."
I prayed to things that I did not even know existed. I prayed. And prayed. And prayed. Until I seeked help from the flas that I grew accustod to.
I didn't even understand why, but it felt like the flas were calling out to . It felt like they heard my desperation.
"...Please, save my grandpa... please, stop them..." I did not even hear myself at that ti, but I prayed. And by a stroke of luck, my prayers were answered.
The room suddenly caught fire. It was unexpected, and I myself did not see how it happened.
I did not know how, or why, but fire began to burn everything, and quickly spread to cover everyone within the dining room.
Screams of pain and suffering could be felt from within their souls, as they cried and begged for rcy, but all I did was pray.
And as I prayed, they burned even more.
But it was at this mont that my heart fell apart. I heard the heart wrenching scream of soone I wanted to save instead. My grandfather.
"Aaaaahhhh!!! Aaaaarrgghhh!!!" He cried out in pain as flas burned the entire room.
I hurriedly rushed out of the hiding place and there, saw flas so red, they were redder than blood itself, burning everything within my sight to cinders.
The people burned, and the only thing that I could see, where black humanoid shadows cloaked in flas. And it seed like the flas were eating at their souls.
But I ignored that, and watched the single figure that I presud belonged to my grandfather. He was also burning in pain and agony.
Tears welled up within my eyes as I cried. Stop. I silently cried, yet the flas got bigger. Stop. I thought, yet to no avail.
Stop. I murmured, but nothing changed. But I did not give up. I continously cried. Stop. Stop. Stop stop stop stop.
And even to this day, I still cry. Stop. I am forever haunted. Stop. Nothing ever changes. Stop.
For I shall forever be the cause of–
"STOOOOP!!!"
BOOOM!!!
The mory Fragnts shattered alongside the explosion that burst out of my body, kicking up flas everywhere around .
A pillar of red flas erupted out of my head, in the form of an endless rising waterfall of hair. In the anti, I held my head and fell down on my knees, seemingly in ntal pain and agony.
But the masked man besides did not mind that. He just stood there, his cloak dancing along the strong winds kicked up by my powerfully erupting flas, and his armor protecting him from the intense heat.
He then said, "That's your problem. You let yourself burn to feed the fla of its power, instead of burning the fla, to feed yourself with its power."
I imdiately disagreed in irritation, "Burn the flas?! How do I even do that?!" I roared at him. "You just don't understand. So stop talking. Stop. Stop. Stop!!"
The masked man did not seem to hear at all, and instead continued his words. "You're letting the flas control you, instead of controlling the flas yourself."
"I said shut up!! Stop talking!!" I roared at him in anger and agony, the flas around kicking up in intensity. Yet the man did not keep quiet at all, whatsoever.
"You are being controlled by fear. Just face it. What's the worst that could happen?" He said, and I felt my teeth shatter due to how angry I was at his words.
"What's the worst that could happen? What's the worst that could happen?! I could kill you!! I could burn everything to cinders!! I could be the cause of everyone's death... again." My voice got lower at the end.
Pain could be felt within, enough for anyone to sympathize with . Yet what was standing before ... I doubted was an ordinary man.
The man was completely unphased. And this ti he also seed annoyed with , and just blurted out a single statent. "Let it burn." He coldly said.
"What?" I looked up at him in shock.
"Let the flas burn." He repeated.
"No. No!! I can't can't do that!! Why don't you just understand?!" I roared at him, my eyes flashing a golden glint of light, but his words were still the sa. "Let it burn."
"Why you–"
"Let it burn." He repeated.
"You will–"
"I'm not afraid of you." He finally changed his words, and I was surprised once again. The flas around lowered in intensity. "What?" I questioned.
"I do not fear those flas. If you're so much afraid of them, let them burn, and I'll put them out." He further explained, and I only laughed out loud at him.
"Fucker!!" Then I cussed. For once, I was so angry I cussed. "You don't understand. Nobody can put out these flas. They only leave once they are satisfied with burning everything else!!"
"And I'm not afraid of them." He said. I retorted in anger and frustration, "Dammit!! Why don't you understand? I am telling you that I cannot do that!!"
"Why? Are you afraid to kill your loved ones?" He asked, and I denied it. "No."
"Are you afraid of being a murderer?" He pursued, and I denied once again. "No."
"Can't bare to kill another loved one?" He incited, yet despite knowing that, I was getting angry by the minute. "Stop. Stop talking right this instant!!"
He was mocking .
"Afraid to experience absolute helplessness once again?"
"I said stop!!"
"Are you really that useless?"
"Stop it already. I'm warning you!!" The flas around spread to cover my body, and my eyes took a completely red shade with a golden glint, including my sclera.
"...Alright. I should really stop, Lest I beco your next innocent victim." He added, and this ti, my strings of rationality and sanity snapped as I roared out at him.
"I said, STOP!!!"
BOOOM!!
Another explosion burst out of my body, as the flas spread all over my body, causing my skin to crack up, and releasing extre vapor from within.
I was cloaked in both fire and vapor, red eyes glowing from within, making resemble a Doomsday Apostle, or a Devil, than a normal Falsarian.
This was clearly not .
I felt my consciousness leave my body.
The thing in control of my body lowered its upper body, like a beast ready to pounce on its target. Then after that, flas burst out under its heels, propelling us forward at faster speeds.
We were faster than before, hence faster than the masked man. Yet he had managed to hurriedly use his arms to protect his face from the instantaneous knee strike it tried.
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