Three years ago in England, a boy was living a quiet and ordinary life. Untill one day, deep within the forest, his life was changed.
He encountered a supernatural phenomenon
And from that moment on, he was never the same again. He didn't just gain power, he had became one with it.
On the very first day of his transformation, he went on rampage unleashed chaos everywhere. He wiped out an entire village alone, leaving nothing but ash and silence behind.
At first, the rumors were faint only whispered among nearby towns. But soon, his name spread like wildfire across the nation.
His story was heard in every conor of dark alley and quiet tavern.
"Don't go near the forest or he will drag you into the deepest pit of hell."
He never called himself a monster.
But in the eyes of the world, he had become something far worse.
From a single whisper…
A myth was born.
Yeos.
The Devil.
"Hah… what a bullshit story."
She scoffed, folding the note.
"Even if you told this tale to children, they wouldn't believe it. Myths aren't born from just whispers or fear... a true myth is born from itself not from the words of others. Cheap legends like this don't last."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"And if he really did wipe out an entire village in one night... then he needs to be eliminated. Soon."
As she turned the note over, something caught her attention, a final line written in different ink.
It wasn't part of the story.
A message for her in the end.
Her expression hardened.
"Looks like this one's for me…"
She read the final letters;
"I have written this note personally for you."
You also notice it too right? His story doesn't make sense. A boy becoming a legend overnight? No. Someone with high authority manipulated the narrative and pinned everything on him. It feels like a cover-up for their schme.
Even worse, I suspect that they were hiding something, perhaps an ancient relic or a treasure imbued with dark power. We must uncover the hidden truth.
Since you're already near England, I am assigning you to go there immediately. You are our pride and the one we trust above all others.
And remember: do not use your powers. The last thing we need is to draw unnecessary attention.
Sincerely,
- Elder.
She spoke with pride in her voice.
"Elder, don't you worry. I'll hold back my powers… if I can. It's been a while since I've had to use them, all my previous opponents were too weak to be worth the effort."
So, Yeos, was it?.
"Should I kill him… or make him suffer first?"
Somewhere deep in the forest, Yeos was running as fast as he could. Behind him, dozens of beasts with glowing eyes chased him like predators hunting their prey.
The boy pushed his speed to the limit, trying to outrun them but the creatures were closing in fast.
He dove into a thick bush to hide. The beasts crashed through it moments later… but Yeos was gone.
They continued charging ahead, fooled by his sudden disappearance. In truth, he was pressed silently against the back of a large tree, holding his breath.
"Huff... Huff... I managed to escape again. But how much longer can I keep this up? Ever since that incident… my life has been hell."
Yeos walked forward in the middle of forest. Aafter a long wall he reached his wooden shelter home, that he had built himself.
The house was simple and bare, with no electricity or modern items. Just a bed, a few chairs, and a table filled the space.
He grabbed his bag and emptied the berries he had gathered from the forest into a wooden bucket.
"I hope the food I brought from the forest should last at least a week."
The scene had shifted to Bucharest, bathed in the soft golden of morning sunlight.
One by one people stepped out from their homes in the morning light, filling the streets with life. The street once a quiet and haunted place for years but now people reopend their stalls with fresh bread and warmth in the air. The neighbours greeted with each other with genuine smiles.
Children laughed as they chased each other through alleys, Senior people were humming old folk songs under the shade of trees.
There was joy in the air after a long time.
Word had spread that the vampire castle had been destroyed by hunters, and the city was finally free from its curse.
Among the crowd, a lone figure stood out. A girl wearing a long black coat and a porcelain mask, her eyes sharp and unreadable beneath it. She watched the people celebrate, quietly taking in the relief etched on their faces.
Without drawing any attention, she turned and slipped away from the scene. This time her foot steps were light. She moved through the city like a ghost, weaving through the alleyways and cobbled streets until she reached the train station. Her next destination was fixed.
The station was filled with many people. They were finally moving freely without any trouble. The girl walked straight to the ticket counter and asked for one ticket to Paris.
The ticket clerk replied, "It will be 60 euros for Paris, and the train will arrive in one hour later .You are quiet lucky lucky today, you just got here in time."
The girl grabbed her pocket to pay the money.
The moment she paid the money, a mysterious figure appeared behind her in an instant. She didn't notice his presence at first and was momentarily stunned.
In her thought;
"Maybe I'm just overjoyed… I didn't even notice him."
She took her ticket and walked to a quiet corner near the platform. Sitting alone on a cold bench, she stared at the empty tracks, waiting for her train.
On the other hand, the mysterious figure reached into his pocket and said, "One ticket to Paris, please. Here's 60 euros for the fee."