The Last Kind

NOWEL

The thick blanket of colorless abyss swallowed me the moment I unfolded my eyelids to observe where my dream mind had taken me. But there were no discernible shapes or forms as everything fades into a seamless void. My movements were limited and my eyes couldn't focus on a single thing.

All I could feel around me was cold and emptiness. My heart slowed to a beat as my vision became clearer to spot the only single source of illumination in the middle of a large, dark circle.

I stepped closer to the forbidden dark ring protecting the golden lamp that sat in its middle. My neck turned to see the walls that began to materialize around me, caging me to the mysterious scenery.

My heart stilled briefly when I saw a figure sitting in the dark circle. The figure was covered in black and her face was visible due to the lamp a few centimeters in front of her.

She was dead. No, she looks dead.

I watched her as she stared at nothing. Her eyes were weak and her skin was dry and lifeless.

''Ashura. . .'' She called out and my heart leaped at the sound of her voice. It was chilling, dark, and commanding.

''Ashura?''

Who is she...talking to?

And...gulp...who is this...

I watched in awe as desert-like sands appeared in front of us accompanied by a ball of light. The sands began to form and mold, little by little into a being with the breath of life in it.

The creature was human-like, it was completely naked and bare, blessed with a god-like body and blue eyes with a touch of red in them. I swallowed. It had long dark velvet hair and a symbol on its chest. It was a serpent with a knife in between his fangs and covered with small representations of what I think might be...sand. Dark wings erupted from his back with a powerful scream and yelp of pain and his creation was complete.

The woman sitting on the floor smiled in admiration. ''Perfect.'' Ashura rose to his feet and towered mightily above us. ''My creation. Like I imagined you to be. You. are. beautiful.''

Well...scratch that because Ashura roared in anger as he examined his body with a look of non-contentment on his face.

I could smell it. The rebellion raged inside of him.

''Why...have you made me like this?'' These were his first words and appreciation of his creator. ''You have made me a freak!'' Ashura glared at the creator with hatred.

She only looked at Ashura in disbelief.

''I am,'' Ashura stretched forth his large wings, ''neither a demon nor man!'' He examined his fingers and hated it.

''What am I?!'' He roared.

''You are the perfect mixture of both my child. You are beautiful the way I imagined you would be. My very first creature. I had always wanted to have demonic spirits thrive on the surface of the earth. You are the very first and you must raise more of your kind...I want more of you down there.''

''No!!!!!!!'' Ashura clawed at his freshly made face and it left a scar. ''I don't want this!!!!''

The creator was enraged. ''Then what do you want?'' She asked in anger.

''One...Image.'' Ashura hissed as he drew more dark blood from his face. Disfiguring his body the more.

The creator frowned at what Ashura demanded.

''Choose one, you witch! I want to be either a man or a demon! I don't want to be both!'' I gasped at the word witch. He dared to call the creator a witch.

''Don't you see that you are special just the way you are?'' The creator scolded as she rose to her feet. She was boiling with anger.

''I am a special freak! Damn you!'' Ashura continued to destroy his once beautiful face. What in the world is...wrong with being a demon and a man?

The creator shook her head at him. ''I expected you to be happy with the way I made you. Therefore, I will punish you for that. Twelve thousand years I will cast thee into darkness and you shall only bear three of your kind before you and your seeds are wiped out from history for good. Your first child shall be the reason for your death and destruction and the child after that, which would be your last, would suffer in the hands of men and other kinds of creatures. They would loathe him from left and right until he dies.''

I gasped as the ground beneath us trembled and I fell to my knees along with Ashura.

''No!!!'' Ashura screamed and darkness overcame us once more.

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''Ashura.''

I opened my eyes again and found myself in a beautiful garden. It was big and full of vegetation. The sun shone brightly above me and I wondered where I was this time. Heaven?

''Ashura, Ashura, Ashura...wait for me!''

I turned around to meet the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life on Earth. She ran in my direction with a beautiful smile on her face. I gasped in horror as she merged with me and came out of my body. I looked down immediately and examined my whole body. Am I even real?

''You finally made it, isn't it My precious.''

I know that voice. My eyes found Ashura engulfed in dark smoke. His blue eyes with specks of red in them were the only thing that I could see. The young woman ran to him and embraced the dark entity.

''I have to.'' She smiled, ''Anything for My demonic spirit that was chained for twelve thousand years and survived it.''

Ashura smiled as he cupped her cheeks with his smoke-like hands and the eyes in-between stared at the young beauty with admiration.

''I thought that witch would be also cruel and deny me from having a mate, but now that I am with one, and she is the most beautiful human being a demonic spirit could ever have.''

She giggled. ''Oh stop it. And we would soon be having a little demonic spirit.'' She sang with happiness.

I don't know why, but my throat went dry at that. And the creator's curse upon Ashura rang inside my head like a noisy bell. But, it seemed like Ashura wasn't concerned about that. Or maybe he doubts the creator.

My world spun and I was taken to another environment. In a room, I saw Ashura on his knees as the woman gave birth to a baby boy. He also had that signature blue-red eyes. The baby gave out a loud cry and Ashura held his son in his arms and named him, Ramses. The second kind of demonic spirit to be born on earth. Ashra's direct descendant and blood.

But Ramses was even worse than Ashura. He was violent, aggressive, proud, and a killer in his early years.

He grew up and embraced the demonic aspect of him more and loved evil.

He cut his own mother's throat into halves and a fight broke out between him and his father and he murdered his father.

Ramses killed Ashura.

He burnt his father to ashes with the very fire that came out of his mouth.

Ramses fled to the mountains to live and it was surrounded by a small settlement of farmers and traders. He survived there alone and lived on his own.

The little settlement was blessed with a sweetheart, a young woman who sells milk. She was very beautiful and everyone loved her. Her smile is enough to make a person think of heaven even in hell. But little did she know that her smile has brought nothing but lust to the reckless demonic spirit that watches her from afar.

He craved, every day to have those same lips on his. And he would do anything to make that happen. No matter what.