Dark Night

It was a dark night for Arjuna. He was abused!

What is the chronology?

That night, Sri's mother was not there. So while he was away, the task of leadership was assigned to Syafitri for a week. This moment, Syafitri used to plunge Arjuna into the valley of humiliation.

That night, Arjuna was brought by Syafitri to an unknown person. No one knows who this man is, not even Syafitri. He has a black hood. After that, he injected the liquid which rendered Arjuna unconscious.

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The person wrote several letters consisting of vowels and consonants with blood flowing from his hands.

He wrote Arjuna's name on a dull wall whose paint had peeled off. After that, there was a loud roar of laughter.

"Religion is only poison that makes the sufferer's body weak and dead. There should not be a single religion in this world. There can only be one god in the world that all humans must worship."

The laughter came again, even louder and scarier.

Only the quiet, stuffy and slightly damp room was a silent witness.

"Only people who have religion I will make offerings to Your Majesty!" he continued in a cold voice.

He glanced to the right, grinning sadistically to one point. When his feet shifted slightly, there was a sound from the friction of the aluminum and cement as well as his own feet. A large ax lying covered in blood was a sight that greeted his dark brown eyes.

Meanwhile in a dark corner of the room, there was a headless corpse slumped over. The full light from the sun's usual rays shone through the wooden lattices, highlighting the pale, naked skin. The man moved under the gray light, and his voice rose again, "I must burn his body, for the ashes are very useful."

The man crouched over the body. Quickly, his claw-like fingers pierced the lifeless body's heart deeply. His clothes were stained with blood from the splatter of this activity and the decapitation he had just done a moment ago.

Before long, he squealed scornfully, "Hah, look at you, Fool! How pathetic you are."

Then he stood up straight while carrying the head without a body that lay not far from his body. Took the piece of head to the back of the room for him to chop and take out his brain and gouge out his two eyeballs.

There, someone who had already performed the heretical ritual smiled mysteriously.

"Good. You are my lover, Permadi."

The person's cell phone rang, a short message he received:

[Arya, the target has headed there. You and Permadi can have fun with this man. Oh yes! His name is… Arjuna]

Arjuna was sent to the place where the worshipers of the heretical arts gathered. They abused Arjuna, and had already received direct punishment by Arjuna. No trace. So neat.

To be continued....