My Encounter With Evil Mga Nobela at Kwento

I didn’t tell anyone what I experienced when it rained; I was already a freak. The mark on my arm also darkened when I weighed your soul. I called it that, because I didn’t know how else to describe the things I saw and felt. I could look at a person and know if he or she was good or evil. It was an intense feeling of electricity that told me I had to kill someone; someone evil, someone guilty.

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

I try to move but with every attempt, my body feels pain as if is being hit by a boulder. "Now, are we going to have a decent discussion about why you're here, or am I going to kill you, I'll let you decide." He stops in front of me looking down at me. He kneels and lifts my head, "You may speak." "I just arrived here, I was in a graveyard and a door suddenly appeared here and when I went through I ended up here," I realized I was speaking fast out of fear, "I'm just looking for my friend." "Despite what you may think, we "Demons" are quite fair. We aren't necessarily evil, yet people like to believe there is an actual concept between good and evil and we are the lesser half."

The light from the moon still remained even though it was cloudy in the part where the big castle stood. I heard the crow crowing again from behind me so I turned to look at it. It suddenly passed from in front of me and towards my back. Wondering but I turned myself in front of the gate. And I was surprised to see a tall creature standing there. It is so veiled and has a black cape. I can't see its face. He seems to be familiar with it. Maybe not me but I seem to have seen him. He-! He is the one I face in the cemetery! And the day when Grandma disappeared!

Nolan Patrick's eyes were flushed red, gleaming with thousands of evil rays. His steel-hard hand quickly reached out, squeezing Angela's neck, causing her to struggle for help. "You want to die, right? Say, which bastard made you approach and secretly filmed me at the hospital?"

He spoke, his feet shuffling nervously. I patted the coffee table in front of me. “Help yourself.” He quickly sat across from me. “My weirding is more of a curse. In my entire lifetime, I encountered a scarce few who could withstand my touch.” “How much is a few?” I asked with a nervous flutter in my belly. Evan looked me square in the eye. “You would be the fourth. Aside from my mother, the High Warlock, and a human woman who has since passed away.”

“E-ethan…please, have mercy on me-” I grabbed him by his neck, throttling him. Dr. Mend’s face turned purple from the lack of oxygen. I slowly lifted him up from the ground while he’s kicking off his feet to wriggled away from my deadly grip. I doubt this old man can escape. Looking around, there’s at least hundreds of dead bodies everywhere, and the devil did this. The devil itself. “You treated me like a waste material. Why would I have mercy on you after taking an experiment on me?” I cocked my head to my right, pouting innocently. I placed my foot on the edge of the divider, stretching my muscles.

I collapsed to the ground in tears. Even Luca didn’t hit me. Not even once. Not even when I cursed at him. Not even when I tried to escape twice. He used his words yet I thought he was the most evil man. Now I have finally met the real evil because compared to this bastard, Luca looked like a saint.

But we pressed on, our bond as a pack providing strength and reassurance in the face of the unknown. Finally, we arrived in a grand chamber adorned with ancient symbols and flickering torches. At the far end stood our adversary, a figure shrouded in darkness, their malevolent presence palpable. It was the embodiment of evil itself, a force that had lurked in the shadows, manipulating and corrupting. The air crackled with tension as we locked eyes with our nemesis. There was no turning back now. We had come to reclaim our freedom, to vanquish the darkness that had haunted us for far too long.

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”