Demonic Hero - Volume 1 Chapter 2 Prolog Part 2 After Correction

I did not waste time, quickly climbed the stairs to the roof. When I got there, I breathed and looked around. After all, Gotham is beautiful, far from the view. And not what is in the dark. I don’t know exactly what time it is. Because my phone was taken by my mother during an earlier incident, but to conclude that the sky is dark, it’s about midnight.

The buildings are relatively close together and on some gaps between buildings people put boards. After all, it’s a residential area So I have a way to move. I wanted to fly, I finally have wings. However, it was not so simple, the wings became like a second pair of hands. And moving them was very difficult because they had a different range of motion than my hands and the fact that I hurt a bit. Like the muscles you use for the first time. So leave flying lessons for later.

At the moment I don’t know what to do now. However, I think I will go home. My parents should accept me anyway. After all, they are my parents. So I ran towards the house, fortunately I can get there this way. I live in a residential area of Gotham and the houses look very similar so there is no problem with that.

After a short run over the roofs of small apartment blocks, I arrived in front of my house. Looking from the roof of the block that was on the opposite side of the road from my house. I saw that the lights were shining in only one room. So I know that my parents are back. After getting off the roof and crossing the road side of the road I went inside. The door was open. When I entered the house, I looked around, and as I saw from the outside, the light shines in the living room, and in it my mother sat and hugged the book. The book was a Bible. The mother either hugged her or was looking for something that would explain my condition. I didn’t think so. At that time my father was standing by the window and probably called some specialists. As soon as I entered, the phone fell out of my father’s hands. My mother turned and looked at me. I sat down next to her with wings, it was difficult but feasible. Her father sat next to her and we started talking. About what happened and the like. However, what happened later exceeded my imagination.

While talking to them, I saw something that I had never seen with my mother before. She had a strange symbol around her neck. I haven’t seen him before, because my mother always wore a shawl or something similar. Even when I once asked her why she wears it. She told me that thanks to him she felt fashionable.So I did not ask about it anymore.But now when I see this symbol something reminds me.I once saw in a newspaper.This symbol reminded me a little symbol of a certain organization. However, I couldn’t remember what name the organization had.

As soon as my mother saw that I finally saw the mark on her neck. she briefly looked at her father, who for unknown reasons. He advised her against something, moving his head in a characteristic way. At the moment when my mother’s right hand is in the direction of the Bible. Slowly she tried to pull the dagger from between the sides. However, when she was about to go take it out. My father took her hand tightly and said:

(Father) – You will not hurt my son …. – However, he did not manage to do anything when my mother with one movement of the hand. She knocked him out and he lay unconscious next to her.

(Mother) – A petty fool.

Then my mother took out the dagger and looked at me with a fanatical expression. She looked scary. She held a richly decorated golden dagger and did something that was engraved in my memory. My mother took the dagger and stabbed my chest. I was not shocked when I was shocked. But what surprised me and her, the dagger didn’t even pierce my skin.

The angry mother stood up and shot on the wall with a dagger

(Mother) -But as possible. This weapon is used to kill demons. Whore. The organization blamed us explicitly. I didn’t raise this brat so that everything would fall apart now.

And then I died inside for the second time. Not because I learned that my parents belong to a suspicious organization. No. What hurt me the most was that the mother who raised me and “loved” me. She wanted to kill me by sticking a dagger into my heart. This is the worst that could have happened.

I was shocked and did not believe what I heard. I couldn’t stand it and I ran out of strength. I didn’t know what to think about it. Why they did it and why this golden weapon did not pierce my skin. Hi me, she wanted to kill them here and now but I couldn’t.

I ran out of the house and tried to get up. At first staggering but after a while I flew straight. I flew high in the air and flew ahead. Away from home towards the center of Gotham.

I flew ahead and cried, remembering those events.