SATANIC SITE

Episode 4

revenge is good, man. Especially to those who wrong you. It is even better if the revenge is paid off satisfactorily. There's blood involved. Sweet. Not his blood I mean, but his sensation. I'm shaking. The bastard was the first adult I beat. How cool that is for a thirteen year old like me. Can eliminate the source of disaster in the family. Hopefully with the departure of the bastard, mother can return healthy. No longer wearing illegal goods.

But all that just so hopefully fart brought by the wind. Once entangled with the illicit goods, it is difficult to escape. I feel sorry for my mother. Ever since the bastard's departure, my mother loved to squirm on the kitchen floor that was fused with the bathroom with a banner door. Sakau mom. Poor thing I saw him wriggling until saliva and foam came out in his mouth. Mom told me when I wanted to help her. It's all because of the bastard. I want to wipe it off the face of the earth.

Strange and awkward for me who is young like this has a desire to kill. Eliminating someone's life. Ah, I still counted mending from other children sepantaran in my morally dilapidated neighborhood. I still mending than the Peju, a sixteen-year-old man who once impregnated widows and often pursued by soldiers of lonely wives. I still mending than Akik, a thirteen-year-old boy who is now languishing in the childcare for cutting off his own father's penis and killing him vilely. The Akik gouged out his father's eyes, then stuffed his father's mouth with the cut penis. All of that is done Akik because his father likes to insult the size of the penis of the Akik. I still hear from Eno, the twelve-year-old girl who smokes two packs a day. His voice was worse than that of the Bocelian Devil. Anyway, never give him a chance to hold a mic at a public event.

Well, you could say, I was a good boy in an environment full of magical people.

But it's over soon. It started with my bleeding hand every morning and the appearance of the Bocelian Devil in my head. After making the Kapok bastard come to the house, I became more courageous to challenge the restless people. There are many people like that in my neighborhood. Some of them are young people who want to explore meki cheaply. My mother who was too late finally opened a cheap price and played at home. God fucking. I wanted to slap my mother to her senses. But I can't bear to. I better go out, play chess and have coffee with Yut Kasmijan.

I move if I hear my mother bluffing a little with her guests. I went in and bullied, driving away those who made my mother uncomfortable. If they are ignorant of my command, I threaten them.

They're laughing at me. But in the end I laughed at them. My next victims were mostly from perverted young men like them. I let myself get stabbed first. I like the taste of blood from the cuts on the lips. It strengthens. Strengthened my fist. Every morning when my hands bleed now I use to run down the tracks. Jump over if there is a train passing by. I put my ears on and I concentrate. Breathe in fresh morning air, before being polluted by vehicle smoke. My feet are strong. Makes it easy for me to lung at the selfless youths. I've got their faces raked. I cut their eyes. I punched their nostrils. I fists as hard as their jaws from the side.

I like to see them floundering on the floor and being possessed, banging their heads against the floor and walls. It did not stop until the blood flooded their faces. After that they ran away scared half to death while pointing behind me and shouting, jurig!

Maybe they saw the Devil.

They're scared to see your face! said the Devil Bocel.

Bodo.

My actions were unrequited from my mother. Instead I was rebuked and told the child did not know profit. I was kicked out of my house three days. And all that time I can't enter the house, so I can only lurk from far away. I got word from Yut Kasmijan. He had a mandate to watch over my mother. He said, guests who come increasingly crowded and once entered can directly two or three people. I patted the eel, regretting my mother's self-destruction. I no longer know where my mother hid her honor. Rains. Then from Yut Kasmijan's mouth I learned that I had a new nickname. It was known to him when he was gathering at the coffee shop, some customers that I had once ripped and scooped his face, complaining of fear every day. They were shadowed in my form with bloody hands and sharp fingernails.

Satan's Site.

Yut Kasmijan added that the people who once came to try my mother and never came back said that each of them was within ten meters of my house, they looked at the figure of a high-haired demon with a reddish head. Like fire. Therefore they did not dare to get close to my house, or rather, close to me.

You're scared, you idiot!

Good though. I look at my hand now in amazement. So that's the efficacy of my bloody hands and blackened the smell of carrion.

There's more, you idiot! Use your brains!

I counted eleven of my victims. And as they grew older, I found my hands no longer bleeding every morning. Just a spot. But the black still smells of carrion and sometimes it smells like a Gebang Bantar. I've been there once and I don't want to go back.

I asked Yut Kasmijan if he saw jurig when he was close to me. He said no, he saw an angel. Followed by laughter. The old man who had finished his teeth was funny when he laughed. Makes me laugh out loud. Oh Yut Kasmijan, lonely old man. Being close to him is like smelling a grave.

Maybe the time is near. Suddenly I was sad, moved to see Yut Kasmijan laughing as if not thinking about death at all. I patted the old man on the shoulder. I said thanks for being my friend.

Really, I've never seen Yut Kasmijan cry. Crying is almost like laughing. I was confused in the heat.

Three days have passed. I ventured back home. I miss mom. I was worried if I could go home. My mother's anger has subsided. I opened the door and along with it I opened my worst day.

I lost the people closest to me. People who are blood related to me. The one who brought me into the world. I found my mother lying lifeless on the kitchen floor. His mouth is full of foam. His eyes were empty. I fell down and it was hard to get up. My life is like being uprooted. Not even the Bocel Demon said anything. She's quiet. Like feeling my pain.

For the worst of Satan, I will pursue those who made my mother this way.