Desair's POV
Hey Tweebs.
Don't scroll, sit your bitch ass down and listen to me.
My name is Desiar Maldov, a seventeen years old orphan, atleast that's my identity in this era.
What's this era again?
The twenty first century.
Well while I exist as Desaid Maldov, I'm a five foot nine handsome young devil.
Emphasis on the Devil.
Its quite ironical for me to refer to myself as the Devil, some demons considers me as Lucifer's wannabe, but I've grown fond of them.....after all, we have the same thing we can relate together.
We hate the Creator.....we depise the Angels.
And we want to exact our revenge against Heaven.
Well while I can't do that, I'm quite weak so that's literally a mission impossible, what could a mere human like me do against the angels?
I have no powers against the powers of light, not even my demon friends could even hold a candle against this cursed angels of lights.
Lucky for me..... although it's quite suprising to think I'm not the only one in possession of supernatural gifts.
Its seems the Creator is quite generous this time around, we have quite the heavy numbers of awakened humans existing in this modern days, many who follows the footsteps of the light.
Those blessed with Divine armaments and powers and there are those cursed like me.
I became the first supernatural, possessing a gift of immortality, I don't know much I can do with my immortality but well I can die so it's only limited to my reincarnation, every time I die.....I reincarnate, reborn as a new soul....
A new identity with all my pasts locked away, waiting for me to awaken my soul.
I exist in the Saint Peter's Light Orphanage, an orphanage which belongs to the Catholic Church, to the world, this is a simple orphanage but in secrecy, this is the den of supernaturals.
Every orphan existing in this domain are all supeenaturals but unlike them, I'm somewhat special.
It seems Life hasn't fucked me too well.
The body I reincarnated into, this body awakened a gift on its own, granting me two supernatural gifts.
Immortality.
Time Jumper.
I don't know much about my second gift but it's being helping me quite well.
After all, I've been covering my tracks, hiding my personality under the identity of an introvert, no one knows who I am, no one knows what I am, all they know is I'm an introverted crybaby who misses his mommy.
Quite hysterical right?
This is my second murder so I can't call myself a serial yet, the nuns I killed were just me testing out my capabilities but the priests, they were a different case...I had to kill them for my goal.
To disorientate the Church, for me to gain a chance into the depths of the Church, I must first incite chaos into the heart of the Church.
This is all my goal to spite the Creator.
He watches from his throne in silent, let's see how long he will be silent, let's see how long he will let me destroy his house, I'll flip the Church against him.
I'm just getting started.
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[Now]
The prayer ended after a few hours of intense prayer session, the children were all ordered to return back to their dorm rooms, they were spotted moving in groups, their faces beamed with smiles.
Every one of them were uniformly dressed, their uniforms were colored dark green and they all had a special type of wrist band wrapped around their wrists.
Amongst the crowds of students approaching their dorm rooms, He's seen walking alone.
Desiar Maldov, the one and only nerd of the orphanage, his eyes were covered by the glasses he'$ putting on, his gaze remained sterned, while he's seen following a group of boys, they were discussing amongst them.
He was left out even amongst a group.
" Desair Maldov come here " a feminine voice commanded, all movements came to a halt the second the voice was heard, their attentions drifted towards the nun standing behind them, they were frozen.
The nun sighed deeply.
" You guys can leave, Desair.....come with me, the head nun wants to have a word with you " the Nun said, quickly everyone left the scene..... leaving Desiar alone in the hallway with the nun.
He quietly followed her as she requested and they made their way into an office.
Desair remained unfazed by the sight of the room, this isn't the first time he's been here, the disciplinary section, located in the depths of the Orphanage, a secret only known to the orphans.
'The Bad Room'
Just as the orphans refer it to be, it's creepy and the atmosphere reeked causing him to feel repulsed by the smell, the air was nauseating.
The door was shut from the outside, Desair was locked alone in the room with her.
Her Silhouette was revealed, hiding under the coverage of the darkness, Desair glanced at the spiky whip she held.
" My lady....you requested for my presence? " Desair cleared his throat, he calmly uttered those words.
" Oh yes I did "
" It was something quite necessary and I had to do it, you see Desair, after the prayer session came to a close, one of my sisters reported to me that you had your eyes open, not only that.....you glared at the cross "
" Without paying respect to the Son of God "
Her words echoed, taking a step forward.....she revealed her face, her face's covered in scars, worsening her looks every second, her eyes etched with venom.....if eyes could kill.
Desair would be dead already.
Desiar couldn't help but sigh, he fell on his knees.... bowing his head before the head nun, he took off his shirt, slowly revealing his bare back, he had a lot of scars on his back, effects of the beatings he had received.
" I'm ready to receive your divine punishment, my lady " Desiar uttered.
" Hmph....good boy, you have been taught well haven't you? " She questioned, she raised her right hand up into the air, landing a whip across his back, Desair moaned softly.... clenching his fists.
He could feel the spikes within the whip piercing into his flesh.
" Chil, tomorrow morning.....the NYPD will be coming to this orphanage, their sole purpose is to Investigate the deaths of our beloved priests, I hope you understand what that means " She spoke out.
She pulled out the spikes forcefully from Desair's back.
This caused him to scream out intensely, he could feel his bones shivering, she could not care less about his suffering and she unleashed another whip, tearing through his flesh once again.
Desair screamed out loud.
Gritting his teeths intensely.
" I hope you understand what will happen to you if you don't keep your mouth shut, boy.....once the officers comes, the others has been warned.....the secrets of the Orphanage must never exit your mouth "
She stroked his back consecutively, ripping through his flesh.
Desair remained on his knees, bloods dripped down from his back, Desair contained the intense pains he felt, a sigh escaped his lips.
A feint smirk appeared on his lips.
" You do not need to worry about everything, my lady for I'll take the secrets of the Church to my grave "
" Good but I have a question to ask you child, where were you on the hour the priests were murdered? "
She questioned.
Desair was frozen, her question came as a shock to him.
" My lady, are you implying I may have a hand in their deaths? "