Loyalty

A baby's scream pierced the silent night. She had been thrown into the river—discarded like waste. Why? She was an abomination in her parents' eyes, a child born cursed. Her skin, jet black and rough, was a stark contrast to the pale infants around her. Her single, bulging eye gazed with unnatural awareness, and rows of jagged teeth filled her mouth from the moment of birth. The village saw her as a demon, and her parents, gripped by fear and shame, decided she had to be rid of. But somehow, she survived. How? Not even Einstein could answer that.

She crawled from the riverbank, like a wild beast, into the dense forest. There, she lived, killed, and ate—anything to stay alive. Her hands became claws, her body hunched, and she scurried like an animal. The forest creatures feared her, sensing something far darker than any predator. She had no name, no language, only survival.

Years passed, and she lost herself in the rhythm of the hunt—until one day, something different caught her attention. From the shadows of the trees, she saw a city for the first time. Tall buildings, the glitter of lights, and the movement of people captivated her. Her one eye gleamed with a strange fascination. She left the wilderness, heading for that strange place called Jaflong, a beautiful tourist town. But beauty was only on the surface.

When she arrived, the people recoiled in horror. Her skin black as night, her hunched, animal-like posture, and that single monstrous eye filled them with disgust and fear. They threw garbage at her, screamed insults, and drove her away like a stray dog. She retreated, but something inside her wouldn't let go. She returned day after day, each time met with more hatred.

One night, a group of drunk men found her hiding in the alleyways. They taunted her, calling her a monster. Then, with cruel smiles, they grabbed her and dragged her into the open. One of them pulled out a rusted knife, its blade still stained with dried blood. They pinned her down as he carved the word "DEVIL" into her forehead. Her screams filled the air, but no one came. No one ever came. Pain was all she knew—until something inside her snapped.

She howled a guttural, primal scream. It was a sound no human could make, a sound that seemed to echo from the void itself. In an instant, the heads of her tormentors were severed from their bodies, sliced cleanly by an invisible force. Blood sprayed the walls of the alley as their bodies crumpled to the ground, lifeless. She stood in shock, watching as her darkest wishes manifested before her eyes.

She didn't stop there. The city that had scorned her would suffer. She unleashed her vengeance on them all, one by one, ripping apart the people who had spat on her, who had turned away when she cried for help. Her powers made her unstoppable—a god of death in her own right. The streets ran red with blood as she slaughtered without mercy.

Then, one day, a man came to her. She crouched in the shadows, ready to kill him as she had done to so many others. But this man did not scream or run. He stood before her in a pristine suit, his expression calm. He reached out and placed a hand on her filthy, matted hair. She froze. It was the first time anyone had touched her with something other than violence. He knelt down and hugged her, his suit stained with the grime of her body, but he didn't flinch. And for the first time, she cried.

He took her in, cleaned her, dressed her in fine clothes. She knew the truth—she was nothing more than a tool to him. He saw her powers, her ability to bend reality to her will, and he wanted to use her. But still, it was the first time someone had shown her care, even if it was false. He gave her a name: Urin. A name she barely understood, but it was better than nothing.

They kept her like a pet. Her new family built her a doghouse outside their mansion, chained her with a collar like a beast. They paraded her around on a leash, showing off her terrifying abilities. She was their weapon, their silent executioner. They unleashed her on their enemies, and she would destroy them with a flicker of thought. But she never complained. She had a place, however twisted, and that was enough.

Until everything changed.

One day, they were taken to a strange realm, a place where the laws of reality shifted. Her powers vanished, and with them, her sense of purpose. In that alien dimension, she found herself powerless as a boy approached her master with a cruel smile. The boy was young, but his eyes were filled with malice. She watched in horror as he slaughtered the man who had taken her in, gutting him like an animal while she stood helpless. Her owner's blood soaked the ground, and for the first time, she felt true loss.

When they returned to the real world, something inside her had shattered. Her rage was no longer wild and uncontrolled—it was cold, calculated, and precise. She hunted down the boy's family, one by one, tearing them apart, limb from limb. She spared no one, not even the children. And when her vengeance was complete, she stood in the carnage, her eye gleaming with satisfaction.

She had no master now. No purpose. Only an endless void of rage and hate, and a loyalty to nothing but her own twisted existence.