A Lonely Soul

Ru, the final clone, embodied a harmony of contradictions. This child possessed a mesmerizing beauty that captivated all those in their presence. He had extraordinary musical talent, his songs resonating with haunting melodies from forgotten realms. This remarkable ability, however, turned out to be a tragic burden.

Families that wanted to adopt him, attracted in by his alluring appearance, would inexplicably die shortly after, victims of unknown powers, their lives snuffed like a flickering flame.

All these unfortunate events sullied Ru's name. He was declared the ominous one. He was known as the demonic child, and that's why he hated all demons.

For example, from the imp currently hiding in the wardrobe.

"Hey, you cheap imp! I know you're hiding in that closet. Come out," Ru shouted.

He took a pair of scissors, climbed onto the chair, jumped onto the top of the wardrobe, and began kicking at the wardrobe door while sitting and dangling his legs.

"I said get out, you little fiend!"

He eagerly anticipated the arrival of the imp, a creature characterized by a large head, two horns, a pig's nose, a wrinkled face, moth wings, slimy skin, and a body as small as a baby's.

The adrenaline pumping through his veins gave him the power of creativity.

Ru struck a rhythm with his heels against the wooden wardrobe. He was enthusiastically playing the war drums. The roar of the storm outside and the rattling of the hailstorm accompanied the rhythm. Occasional flashes of lightning and claps of thunder crowned his inspiration.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning streaked down from the sky and struck somewhere nearby.

KA-GRAAAAW!

The flickering lights in the orphanage created an eerie atmosphere. When the only lamp in Ru's room went out, a blanket of darkness enveloped the surroundings. He stopped his drumming and strained his eyes to make out shapes in the blackness. Relying on his heightened senses, Ru listened intently to the mysterious sounds echoing around him.

And then a creak echoed through the room.

Creeeeak...

Simultaneously, the wardrobe door began to open slowly, illuminated by a flash of lightning outside.

Kraka- boom!

Ru noticed the exposed figure and immediately grabbed the scissors, jumping over the wardrobe. He landed on the imp, wrapped his legs around its body, and plunged the scissors into its back.

With a piercing scream, the creature desperately struggled to break free from Ru's grasp. Undeterred, Ru continued stabbing it with the scissors repeatedly, each thrust fueled by a mix of fear and anger.

The imp moaned in pain. Ru, soaked in its blood, continued to stab it with the scissors.

"Just die! I said die! Die!"

The door burst open, flooding the room with light. Ru froze, straining to see the faces in the doorway. A child screamed, another fainting instantly.

"Oh no!" gasped one witness.

"This can't be!" cried another, eyes wide with shock.

They stared at the bloody scene. "My God, what have you done?" a child whispered.

The once-vibrant playroom was now a pool of blood, a testament to the evil within.

"Someone get an adult!" a witness declared, voice trembling.

As the brightness of the light increased, the horrific scene inside the room became clearer. Ru held the bloody scissors in his hand and stared at the little demon he had mercilessly stabbed seventeen times.

Ru was looking at the imp...

When all the lights illuminated the room, the imp lay motionless on the floor, his little body twisted in pain.

Seeing the crimson of the blood, Ru's heart beat rapidly. His trembling hands dropped the scissors with a mixture of relief and regret. His gaze was locked on the imp's lifeless eyes.

But Ru was still looking at the imp.

And he was seeing only one demon.