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Strapped with chains on top of a wood with carved symbols in the middle of nowhere in front of a sketchy individuals that he's pretty sure belonged to a cult, Kim Ganggan look at the eyes of the little demon that have put him in such torture.
Reddish-brown eyes...
A Demon in a child's clothing...
A demon that looks nothing like his sister nor his sister's husband.
A demon that looks nothing like anyone who shares their bloodline...
The Heathen raised the serrated dagger above his head and started spewing nonsense.
"O Holy Lord of Darkness, I Offer Thee Unbeliever That Have Soiled Your Name!
Thee Shall Satisfy Thee Lord As His Blood Will Flow!
Take Thee Action Of Us And Say We Are Befitting To Be Your Children!
O Holy Lord, Our God And Savior!
Save Us Today And Forevermore!!!!!!!"
The dagger then surged forward, hitting the child abuser in his neck. Kim Rok Soo, age 10, pulled back the knife then kneeled on one knee in the wooden pedestal he was in. The blood squirted out then cascaded down and then filled the carved symbols.
Blood.
Too much blood.
Kim Rok Soo then stand up and march forward.
He looks down at the people who watch him kill his own Uncle. He then bowed down raised his dagger in the air, his palm is open and its as if he's offering the dagger to a higher being.
He then released a smirk, unseen by anyone, as he listened to the gurgling noises his Uncle is making.
The people below him cheered.
They then chant his name.
"KIM!!!! ROK!!!! SOO!!!!"
"CHILD OF DARKNESS!!!!!"
"KIM ROK SOO!!!!!"
Red eyes and shadowy figure.
The being smiled down at his child.
Black eyes and a frowning face.
The being watch his corrupted son.