2 CHAPTER - 2 { I am a Devil of my own }

[Author Talk--- I don't want to make the novel concentrate on the mc in his world so I will only add the main events]

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My name is Birkangwra Basumatary

(author's name)

I am 32 years old and a Psychiatrist in US

(not his real age)

I started my work at the age of 20, now I am a well known psychiatrist in the world.

But!

I recently started to hear voices inside my head.

[Let me Out! Help!] [You Crazy!]

Have I gone crazy myself?

I consulted my friend who was also a psychiatrist and he recommended me to take a break from work.

And then everything went wrong, as I tried to listen to those voices.

I returned back to being… Psychopath.

Yes, a Psychopath from a Psychiatrist.

* * *

Inside a bank in US, it was not that crowded but also not free of space. Everyone was doing their work, suddenly.

*Bang!*

A loud gunshot was fired, everyone panicked and it was a mess. Birkangwra walked in with a shotgun while an armed group followed.

No mask (Please wear mask), everyone's face was revealed. They had a big smile on their faces as they looked at the messy people who lowered themselves.

"Surrender and die!... Sorry, I mean resist and die!," shouted Birkangwra while viewing the people. He showed his teeth and smiled.

"We surrender! We surrender! Please don't kill!," said the bank manager while having cold sweats flowing over his forehead.

"Bang!*

His head was blasted and the blood splashed around, his body fell on the floor cold as fuck.

None of the people could process what just happened. The lady who was the nearest looked at the dead body and touched her face.

Red Warm Blood…

"Aaaa!," screamed the lady, which was then followed by another period of panic.

*Bang!*Bang!*

* * *

After the gunshots were over, everything was silent. Not because all the people were dead but because they were scared to make noise due to the gunshots.

"I never said anyone of you could surrender," said Birkangwra as he walked on the floor coloured with red.

"We don't need money! We need your lives!," declared Birkangwra. All the people had black lines as they heard him.

"D-Demon!," muttered a boy in a low voice but it was heard by Birkangwra. The boy's father quickly closed his mouth and hugged him tightly.

Birkangwra looked at the frightened father and child, he turned and walked away.

A few steps and stopped, he turned back as he faced the people. Spreading his arms, he said.

"I am not a Demon…

I am a Devil of my own!".

*Bang!*Bang!*

Once again, the gunshots were heard in the bank but this time it was mixed with loud cries and screams.

A few minutes later, the cops came but they were late because the bank was empty.

No living humans were left but only dead bodies.

"Check the CCTV cameras," said the senior inspector to the officers. Soon they found the people responsible for the act.

* * *

20 years later___

Inside a huge building, officials from various countries gathered together.

On the screen that was facing the officials, a wanted person's picture was displayed.

Not just anyone, it was Birkangwra's picture.

In these 20 years he has been massacring various countries and killed almost a billion people.

The World's most dangerous person.

A Bounty of 250 billion dollars on his head.

But he was missing for 2 years or should we say that he has been dead for 2 years.

* * *

Before 2 years___

"I achieved everything I wanted," sighed Birkangwra as he sat on his luxurious chair while the room was filled with multiple women.

All the women were naked and they were in their own world because of the stimulates. I glanced at them as a smoke escaped my mouth.

"Money in billions, Power in Money, Fame in Power and Goal in Fame. Everything is reached".

He took a smoke from the cigar. His eyes were dull while there was no smile on his face. He lost the feeling of craziness and his mind had started to become more calm.

"Looks like it's the end of me".

He stood up and walked out of the room. On the way, his left hand picked up the gun on the table before the door.

Still smoking, he walked around the garden and sat on the bench there.

The place he stayed was actually the White House in the US. Now it's his home.

"Well, let's go to hell," said in a low voice as he lifted his left hand with gun and pointed at his head.

*Bang!*

My eyes turned black. In the next moments, I remembered all my past memories.

Only a single regret...

* * *

Where am I? Was I not dead yet?

"Yes, you are".

Who are you?

"I? I am Demon Lord or should I say I am the exact opposite of what you call a God".

So where the fuck am I?

"This is my Realm 'Helheim' also known as hell"

But why can't I see anything?

"Because you are only a soul that I pulled from Valhalla"

Ok, so why did you bring me?

"Because you are definitely worthy of being a Devil! A real Devil! Both in name and power!"

By the way, why was I sent to Valhalla and not here?

"Because you are dangerous! Even for this realm so the Gods United and called you there to finish you completely"

"But I used my powers to pull you here and now I will give you a task. Complete it and come back to hell as you will be granted of being a real Devil!"

Wait before sending me! I want a system!

"System? Ok! What a devil needs is to manipulate so I will give you a Hypnosis System! Spread your name and Reach your limits!".

"Come back and serve me!".

Then that was How I became a Nightmare!