End of chapter 1. Pls gimme ideas for chapter 2.
Italy, 1825
I have been in this excuse of a country for 10 years now. 10 years. I’ve seen many things these years, I’ve seen poverty and protests. This looks like France in their revolution! I kept telling myself everything would be fine but I was too occupied looking for food. This part of the Italian peninsula is… different. People are more dangerous, so it’s riskier to kill someone. I hid in a dark alley and waited and waited until I fell asleep. I saw a mother and a little kid pass by and I put my cloak on, now broken and burnt as if I walked through a great fire.
I followed them for what seemed like hours without end, until I found a place to hide and I camouflaged myself in the deep, freezing darkness. As the mother passed by, I unfolded my broken, trusty hunting knife and threw it at her, stabbing through her leg as if it were butter. She screamed and fell to the floor, clutching her leg and I walked up to her, my eyes glowing crimson red and my big tail, leathery black wings and giant claws all purely visible. I pulled my tattered mask down, showing my mouth and I licked my big, sharp teeth in my deep hunger.
I looked around, trying to find the kid but didn’t find him. No matter, I thought, as I got down and grabbed the woman’s chin, now pleading for mercy. “Oh, you will do fine.” I chuckled as I grabbed her by the neck and got up, starting to choke her until I broke her small, fragile neck. Her body went limp as a rag doll and I threw her to the floor, breaking her head and splattering the ground with dark red blood. I went down and started to feast on her body, blood splattering all over my clothes and entrails all over the ground, until I heard a little whimper coming from a fruit stand and I looked at it, spotting the kid trying to hide there. I got up and started walking to him, determined to eat him, until I remembered something.
I froze and looked at my hands full of blood and at the dead carcass. “What… what have I become…” I looked at the kid again and stretched my hand and brought it back to me. I looked away, teary-eyed, unable to look at his little face full of horror. I heard people yelling and running in my direction so I spread my wings and flew away to a broken rooftop, positioning myself in a way that they couldn’t see me but I could see them. A man ran to the kid and checked if he was alright and then ran to the now destroyed body and started crying on it.
That day, something changed but I couldn’t know why. “I see you’re… questioning the morality of this.” Lucifer whispered behind me. “That’s why every subject- I mean, demon, fails. That is why they gave you this impossibly horrendous task, because they know you aren’t capable of doing it.” “And what happens if I fight for the humans in their wars?” I responded, still looking at the crying man and child. “It would be… interesting to see.” He chuckled. I turned around to ask him something but when I turned around, he wasn’t there.
I turned and looked down again to watch the people crying, now grabbing and lifting softly the corpse. I waited hours until I got up and jumped off the building, with a penetrating whistle besides me and landed on the wet, muddy ground. I looked around the muddy, wet and bloody alley whilst rain poured on me, as if it tried to punish me and I grabbed my knife, now impaled on the ground and left the place, walking around with no home, no friends and no mission.
