CHAPTER XV – Countdown… (8…)

Jay entered the portal closest to him as he was told to. He didn't know where he was but it was some dark throne room. The walls were rotten and there were some burn marks on the ground ahead.

Jay heard someone's scream from outside. He rushed towards the doors, but just as he closed in, they shut at his face.

Jay just looked around and found a beast like guy with wings behind him. Jay put his arms up front, ready to fight anything.

The beast ahead of him was red and was moving-in slowly towards Jay.

Jay screamed and ran towards the beast with his fist up and punched towards it. The beast just held his hand with its own, with ease and stared right into Jay's eyes.

"Wow… weak, but wow. How are you motivated to hit something which is visually stronger than you?" the beast asked.

"What are you?" Jay asked.

"Alright, I'll be the first to explain then. I'm Rahambose… or I just go by Hate. But, as you can see, there isn't much difference anymore," Hate laughed.

"You… you are the reason I lost my friend!" Jay groaned.

"Wow… unbeknownst to me, I cause a few things," Hate scoffed, pushing away Jay's hands.

"You… you weren't even there," Jay said loosening his hands. "I could have protected him and didn't," Jay said bending his head down.

"Well, I've been there. Being helpless to things… I know how it feels. But empathizing is not really my… style. How about I give you a chance?" Hate asked.

"A chance at what?" Jay asked.

"At life, son… to be better and stronger. To be strong enough to do anything in your life from here-on. No one will call you weak but you'll be a monster. I place in your hands the chance to be a Rahambose. Are you ready to accept that?" Hate asked.

Jayden sniffled and wiped his tears.

"I have nothing to lose," Jay said.

Hate's hand started to burn, as a smirk lit up his face.