《The forgotten god》 Unknown force of temptation An abyss. An endless void. Within it stood two beings. One, a figure of pure darkness, radiating malice. The other, his opposite, a man bathed in light, his very presence gleaming like a star against the void. The man of light smiled, a genuine expression, yet there was something knowing behind it. "You¡­ I didn''t expect you to break through and come all the way here. And you destroyed everything along the way, huh?" The darkness said nothing at first, only staring, his form shifting with fury. Rage burned in his gaze as he took a step forward, his voice like a storm rolling through the void. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. "Are you so jealous that you would interfere your imperfect creations into my universe...? Or is it out of fear?" Said the darkness within a mocking voice. The man of light chuckled. "Fear of what...? A feeble justification, much like yourself?" His(?) grin widened. The darkness seethed. His rage swelled, a silent force that made the abyss tremble. The void cracked, as if reality itself recoiled at his growing wrath. Without another word, he shifted into a stance¡ªready to strike. The air grew heavy. The endless void began to crumble around them. Dash. The man of light, still smiling, moved as well. His radiant form blurred as he surged forward. Dash. And in an instant, light and darkness clashed. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª In the beginning, there was balance. Adam and Eve, the first of humanity, stood as equals beneath the boughs of Eden. But the fruit of the forbidden tree glowed with an unnatural light, whispering promises only she could hear. It was not hunger that drove her hand, nor mere curiosity¡ªit was something else. Something unseen. A voice, woven into the rustling leaves, spoke to her. It did not command her to eat, nor did it deceive her with lies. It merely offered. A gift, a path, a power beyond mortal comprehension. She did not understand the voice, nor where it came from, but in that moment, she did not resist. Eve reached out. She bit into the fruit, and the moment the juice touched her tongue, the voice faded. What remained was something far greater. Her body convulsed as raw energy coursed through her, reshaping her very essence. Her heart, once a simple vessel of flesh and blood, crystallized into something more¡ªa diamond-like core, pulsing with the power of Eden itself. But she was not the only one who had heard the voice. Adam had felt it, too. The same offer, the same temptation. Yet when the time came, he hesitated. He turned away. And in that moment, the path of humanity was split forever. Both were cast down to the earth, but not as equals. Eve''s children carried her power, their hearts adorned with crystals as unique as the abilities they wielded. There were hearts like molten gold, granting dominion over fire; sapphires that ebbed and flowed with the tides of the sea; onyx cores that consumed the light and bent shadows to their will. No two were the same, for no two wielders of power were alike. But Adam''s children inherited nothing. Their hearts remained flesh, fragile and weak. They were left as they had always been¡ªordinary, powerless. Time passed, and the world fractured beneath this divide. Cities of the powerful rose into the sky, their spires gleaming with ethereal light, while the A forbidden gaze 8/12/20xx Shizuoka, Japan. The sky hung heavy with storm clouds, the city drowning beneath a curtain of rain. Inside a rusted, crumbling apartment, artios lay motionless on a bed barely held together. His eyes fluttered open A dull gaze met the ceiling. Slowly, he sat up. His face was gaunt, dark circles hollowing his lifeless stare. His body¡ªthin, fragile, barely more than skin stretched over bone. His oversized shirt draped loosely over him, reaching past his knees. Long, unkempt hair, streaked in two colors, hung just above his shoulders. An eyepatch concealed his left eye. His right eye, crimson red, gleamed faintly in the dim light. His head swayed. His limbs ached. No matter how much he slept, the exhaustion never left him. His feet touched the cold floor. He stood, swaying slightly. Step by step, he moved toward the hallway. Then¡ª "Ah¡­ ah¡­ ah¡­" His ears twitched. His unfocused gaze turned toward the bedroom next to his. Through the cracks in the door, he saw. "Ah¡­ yeah¡­ it''s Mom." Flat. Emotionless. It wasn''t a question. It wasn''t shock. It was routine. Without another glance, he turned away. The stench hit him as soon as he entered the living room¡ªstale beer, cigarette smoke, rotting food. Empty bottles littered the floor, mixed with trash bags, used condoms, and decayed leftovers. The air was thick with filth. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. This was home. Normality was a long-forgotten concept. In the dim flicker of the television, a bloated man sat slouched on the couch, his gut spilling over his waistband. Though overweight, his face was still striking¡ªsharp brown eyes, long lashes. His jawline was still slightly visible, The remnants of someone who had once cared about his looks. Now, he didn''t. A bottle tilted at his lips, his unfocused gaze glued to the screen. ''He''s at it again¡­'' Atrios stood at the edge of the room, looking at the man who had given him life¡ªyet felt like nothing more than a stranger. Sakamoto. His father. A slow, lazy grin spread across the man''s face. "Oh¡­ Atrios. You''re awake," he slurred, wiping his mouth. "Good. Grab me another beer." "¡­.." Atrios didn''t move. His dull eyes stayed locked on his father. "¡­..Why?" The words left Atrios''s mouth before he could stop them. His voice was quiet, yet it carried the weight of everything he could never say. "Why are you doing this¡­ father?" A pause. Then¡ª "Atrios." His father''s tone shifted. "Come here." "¡­.." Atrios knew what was coming. He had broken a rule. But he didn''t care. He was too hungry. Too weak. Too tired. And so, artios walked forward. Perhaps¡­ he wanted it. Perhaps¡­ he hoped that this time, he wouldn''t get back up. His steps were slow, dragging through the filth beneath him. Then¡ª ¡ªSLAP¡ª Pain exploded across his face. His frail body hit the floor. His skull throbbed where it struck the ground, his vision blurring at the edges. The world spun. "How many times do I have to tell you¡­?" A shadow loomed over him. "You don''t ask questions. You do what you''re told. Son." His blurred vision focused on the ceiling. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. ''I feel dizzy¡­ I don''t want to live like this¡­ But why? Why can''t I just die¡­?'' His fingers twitched. His body screamed in protest as he pushed himself up. He staggered toward the fridge, empty of food, what was inside that fridge was nothing but beer and junk food, that he was not allowed to eat. Cold glass met his trembling fingers. Turning, he handed the bottle to his father. A slow, satisfied smirk. "Good boy." "....." Atrios turned away, walking toward his mother''s room. ----- A belt snapped into place. The bald man adjusted his shirt. Broad-framed¡ªnot fat, not particularly muscular, but thick with a strength that spoke of countless battles. Tattoos and scars covered his body, one scar running down his left eye. He grinned, looking down at the woman beneath him. "¡­ That was good, Rozha-san." Rozha, Atrios''s mother. Her face was pale, framed by long, silken black hair. Her crimson eyes, once vibrant, were hollow now. She lay still. Empty. Soulless. She did not respond. The bald man smirked. "Clumsy as always, aren''t you?" He ran a hand over his head, buttoning his shirt. Stepping toward the door, he pulled it open¡ªthen paused. Atrios stood there. For a moment, silence. Then, without a word, the boy walked past him. The bald man''s grin widened. His eyes lingered on the boy, something vile glinting within them. "Lucky kid," he muttered, licking his lips. "Maybe next time, eh?" He left, the door clicking shut behind him. ------ "Mom¡­" The boy climbed onto the bed, pressing himself against her. A frail, broken woman wrapped her arms around him, fingers threading through his tangled hair. "Son¡­ I told you to stay in bed until I came for you, didn''t I?" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper. Atrios said nothing. He only held her tighter. "¡­.." She hugged him back, silent tears slipping down her face. He was the only reason she hadn''t given up. But deep inside, something stirred. A feeling she couldn''t suppress forever. End of chapter 2 A failure mom Atrios and Rozha lay sleeping on the same bed, their steady breaths the only sound in the dimly lit room. A faint creak pulled Atrios from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. A shadow stood at the foot of the bed. "Sakamato¡­?" rozha mumbled groggily, blinking away the haze. The man''s face was calm, his expression almost gentle. "Come on, big guy, wake up¡­." Atrios stared, uncertain. His father was smiling. Smiling for him, In the morning. It felt surreal, like a fragment of a dream slipping through his fingers. He glanced at the door, then back at his father. "What''s with that face..? Can you smell it?" Sakamoto chuckled. Atrios took a breath. His sense of smell had always been sharp, and now it picked up something rich. Something warm and savory, something his body recognized as food but his mind couldn''t place. "Is¡­ is it for me, Father?" His voice was hesitant, as if saying it out loud might break the illusion. Beside him, Rozha sat up, her brows knitting together. Sakamoto placed a firm but reassuring hand on Atrios'' head. "Yes, my boy. Go and Eat as much as you like." The words settled into Atrios like sunlight piercing through a storm. He hesitated only a second longer before bolting toward the scent, driven by hunger and the fragile hope that, maybe, just maybe, this was real. Rozha, however, did not move. She stayed rooted in place, her body rigid, her sharp eyes fixed on Sakamoto. Then, slowly, her expression twisted. "¡­What''s this all of a sudden, you bastard?" Her voice was low, edged with something raw. "What are you planning to do to him?" Sakamoto exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. "Come on, woman. Can''t I be a good father for once?" His tone was light, but something about it felt¡­ off. "I thought¡­ I''d start treating him better. The boy isn''t at fault for anything, after all." Rozha''s hands clenched into fists. She didn''t believe him. She never had. But as long as her son will be alright she doesn''t mind. --- Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. A Month Later Atrios had changed. The boy who once looked like a half-starved ghost now had color in his face. His cheeks were fuller, his arms no longer fragile. He looked almost¡­ normal. Almost. His clothes were new. His body was stronger. But his hair, long and untrimmed, framed his delicate face in a way that made him look almost too soft. Almost like a girl. Sakamoto ruffled his hair and chuckled, shaking his head. "You''re so full of energy these days. That''s good." He reached into his pocket and handed the boy a chocolate bar. "Here. Take this." Atrios took it eagerly, his fingers curling around the wrapper. "Thank you, Father." And just like that, he was gone, running off down the hall. Sakamoto watched him disappear. The moment the door shut behind him, his smile dropped. His fingers twitched. Slowly, he reached for his phone and dialed a number. A low voice answered. "Sakamoto¡­?" Sakamoto closed his eyes. Breathed in. "¡­It''s ready," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. A pause. Then a slow, drawn-out exhale from the other end of the line. "¡­Your meal." --- That evening, Atrios sat curled up on the sofa, alone at home, staring out the window. It seems Sakamoto took rozha with him and left artios alone at home. A piece of chocolate melted slowly in his mouth, but he barely tasted it. Something felt¡­ off. Knock, knock. Atrios tensed. ''Who could that be¡­?'' For a long moment, he simply sat there, his breath shallow. Then, slowly, he pushed himself up and walked toward the door. His small fingers wrapped around the handle. He turned it. The door swung open. The man standing on the other side was.... The same bald man he saw the other day. Tall. Broad-shouldered. A grin stretched across his face, sharp and mean, cutting through the dim light like a blade. "Yo, kiddo," the man sneered. "You''re lookin'' real healthy now. Guess that useless fucker wasn''t so useless after all, huh?" Atrios didn''t move. His chest tightened, his stomach twisting into knots. His instincts screamed. Run. Run. Run. Before he could react, the man grabbed his wrist. Atrios jerked back, twisting, fighting, but the grip was unyielding. Cold sweat slid down his spine. His body knew...knew something was wrong. Something was very wrong. ---- Darkness swallowed the room. A hollow, suffocating quiet pressed against the walls. The boy lay motionless on the bed, his breath shallow, his limbs trembling against the sheets. His eyes, rimmed red and swollen, stared at nothing. Tears had dried in streaks down his face. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Near the doorway, the bald man let out a long, satisfied sigh as he straightened his clothes. He glanced back at the bed, eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "Ah¡­ It''s been a while since I felt this good," he muttered, cracking his neck. "Thought I''d get bored of that useless whore, but this? This was different." He crouched down, looking into Atrios'' hollow gaze. "don''t worry, You''ll get used to it eventually." he whispered. A laugh. A deep, cruel sound. But Atrios didn''t move. Didn''t react. Didn''t feel. "¡­M¡­o¡­m." --- Elsewhere¡­ Rozha''s body convulsed against the ropes biting into her wrists. Her screams¡ªraw, ragged¡ªwere muffled by the tape sealing her lips. Her entire body trembled, her throat burning, her lungs screaming for air¡ª And then she saw it. The flickering screen. A grainy image. And just like that, something inside her shattered. Her breath hitched. Her vision blurred. No. No, no, no¡­ Her body lurched forward, shaking, screaming, but there was nothing¡ªnothing she could do¡ª Behind her, Sakamoto stood in the dim light, silent. "Now, now, Rozha¡­ why don''t you calm down?" His voice was soft. Empty. "I told you. There was nothing we could do." She choked on a sob. "The boss had his eyes on him for a long time," Sakamoto continued. "You knew that, didn''t you?" She thrashed against her bindings, her cries becoming strangled wails. Sakamoto sighed. His hand raked through his hair. His fingers curled into his scalp. Then he looked at the ceiling. His jaw tightened. His shoulders trembled ever so slightly. "¡­It''s not like I wanted any of this.... God damn it...." "....If it wasn''t for that white haired bastard..." Sakamoto closed his eyes, recalling the man who had forced him into this¡ªa towering, muscular figure with a broad frame, always clad in a kimono. His long hair cascaded down his back, and his sharp, black eyes cut like a blade. He carried the presence of a samurai, yet the memory of him stirred nothing but anger and humiliation in Sakamoto. And it was because of him that Sakamoto¡¯s life had spiraled into this nightmare. "Torture them, in the worst way possible... especially the kid," the white-haired man had ordered, his voice cold and indifferent. Rozha and Artios, two people he had never asked to be responsible for, yet they had been thrust into his hands like broken things meant to be shattered further. Ever since that moment, his life had unraveled. His dreams, his dignity, everything he had fought for was gone, buried beneath the weight of a command he could never refuse. The room filled with Silence. And then¡ª A whisper. A breath. A quiet, broken tone¡ª "Fuck." End of chapter 3 No more suffering After what happened to her son, Rozha couldn¡¯t sleep or eat ever since. Disgust churned in her stomach¡ªdisgust at herself. She blamed her own weakness for failing to protect her child. Atrios sat beside her on the sofa, his face dull and lifeless. He still clung to her, trembling. Fear lingered in his body, refusing to let go. Rozha tightened her embrace around him, resting her forehead against his. And then, she broke. "I¡¯m sorry, Atrios... I... I can''t take it anymore, baby. I''m sorry... I''m so sorry....im sorry." Her tears fell onto his hair, warm and silent, as she gently patted his back. "If only I had been stronger... you wouldn¡¯t have gone through this, Atrios.... I failed as a mother." Her voice barely escaped her lips, frail from hunger and grief. She held him tighter, but in her mind, she saw him again¡ª Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. That man. A towering figure with long, white hair. A katana strapped to his back. Muscles broad and unyielding. Just the memory of him sent a cold shiver down her spine. Anger and terror twisted inside her like a storm. --- Days passed. The house remained trapped in a heavy, suffocating gloom. And then¡ª Rozha hung herself. Atrios stood frozen, staring at her lifeless body. His small hands trembled at his sides. Then, he screamed. "MOOOOOOOOM!" Sakamoto, hearing the cry, ran to the room. His eyes widened in horror at the sight¡ªAtrios clinging desperately to Rozha¡¯s legs, trying to pull her down. A scowl formed on Sakamoto¡¯s face, not out of shock, but frustration. "You crazy bitch..." Without wasting a second, he yield his aura and create a sharp knife out of the aura and strike it at the rope, cutting it. he rushed forward to Rozha. Her body hit the floor, limp and unresponsive. He pressed his fingers to her neck. No pulse. Sakamoto tried everything¡ªcompressions, breath after breath. But it was useless. Rozha was already gone. --- Atrios stood before his mother¡¯s grave, alone. Tears streamed down his face, but his expression was no longer just sorrow. It was rage. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, burned with hatred. His vision blurred. His breath shook. His fingers curled into trembling fists. Through clenched teeth, he whispered, his voice barely audible¡ª "Kill you..." A shuddering breath. His lips quivered, but the words escaped again, stronger this time. "I will kill you." End of chapter 4