Abyss Saga

Rain stood still, staring at the emptiness left behind by the vanished boys. His heart pounded—not from fear, but from something entirely new.

Power.

For the first time in his life, he wasn't weak. He wasn't a victim, wasn't that boy who was kicked in the dirt, who endured insults without retaliation. He was something different now—something beyond human.

The black butterfly fluttered its wings before him as if blessing his awakening.

"This is only the beginning…" it whispered in his mind.

A strange sense of peace washed over him, as if it had always been there, waiting for him to notice. He raised his hand, staring at it in silence. A simple gesture, and two people had ceased to exist.

"Did… I kill them?" he murmured.

"No. You simply erased them from the fabric of fate," the butterfly answered calmly.

Rain wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he had no time to ponder. He had realized one thing—he no longer had to be afraid.

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He walked back to the village slowly. The air was cold, and night had begun to fall. His steps were quiet, but inside him raged a storm.

He didn't know what he would do, but one thought dominated his mind:

I will never live as I did before.

As he entered the village, the familiar stares greeted him. The same looks of contempt, disgust, and hatred mixed with fear.

"What are you doing here, you cursed brat?" growled a burly man working in the fields, spitting on the ground in front of him.

Rain didn't stop. He continued walking until he reached the village square, where people had gathered around a burning fire. Everyone was there—men, women, children—all looking at him as if he were an insect to be crushed.

"Where are your friends?" an old woman asked suspiciously.

Rain didn't answer. He simply looked at her, then slowly turned his gaze to the faces surrounding him.

These people… were not his family. They were not his village. They were his captors, his tormentors—the ones who had made his life a living hell for years.

And suddenly… he felt at peace.

"What are you doing?" a man shouted as Rain slowly raised his hand.

But there was no time for an answer.

With a small motion of his fingers, the man's head exploded into a grotesque burst of blood and brain matter, scattering like a deadly flower blooming in sheer horror.

Silence hung for a moment.

Then… the screams began.

Mothers clutched their children and ran in every direction. Men grabbed axes and clubs, desperate to fight back—but Rain was no longer a helpless boy.

In an instant, his hands became dark tendrils, slithering like venomous serpents. They pierced through flesh effortlessly, ripping through organs, shattering bones.

Blood soaked the ground, limbs scattered like withered petals in a storm of carnage. The screams were endless, and Rain… smiled.

He remembered. He remembered every slap, every kick, every night he spent hungry and afraid.

Now, it was time to return the favor.

One man rushed at him with a trembling axe, terror overflowing from his eyes.

Rain lifted his hand.

A whisper.

A single sound, and the man's head crushed in on itself, as if an invisible hand had squeezed it to pulp.

It was… exhilarating.

And the children? Rain showed no mercy.

With a mere gesture, the shadows lifted their small bodies into the air, making them dance like broken puppets before tearing them apart, one by one.

As the village drowned in a sea of blood, the black butterfly circled around him, whispering softly:

"Go on… Make them feel what you felt… Make them taste the pain you endured."

And so, the age of darkness began.