When destiny was born to be a killer

They are born to do only good things and help others. Can "killing" become a pleasure?

“When does your back look abnormal? Please come and ask me about this matter.”

These are the words my brother said. After a young man secretly saw his older brother kissing a nun in the family's old building. Which, of course, is not a very good thing. Since that day, more than seven years have passed. Now that young man had grown into a young man of twenty-two years of age.

Who is now naked. He turned his head and stared at something unusual on his back. Through the reflection from the mirror in the bedroom His left hand holds a certificate of graduation in zoology. And next to him was the graduation gown that had just been taken off.

He was contemplating what was growing from his back. What looks like a white feather stump (Pigeon feathers, too.) Is this strange enough for him to discuss it with his brother... But before he could decide anything A middle-aged young man walked out of the door.

"Hey, let's go this evening..." The older brother's cheerful voice stopped as soon as he saw the younger one's back. And he was shocked to see that his older brother had white wings growing out of the middle of his back. Its soft white wings spread gracefully and radiated a soft light. If I were to describe what the young man saw, it would probably be similar to what he remembered. of the angels Or Cupid or something like that.

“At first, I thought I'd come and invite you to a graduation party...but I changed my mind. Hurry and get dressed, we'll go to the factory. I'll go wait in the car." His brother's voice was calm. The young man stared at his older brother's large wings that slowly moved to squeeze through the door of his room without blinking. "What the hell is this?!"

On the way to the family's main business, the weaving factory. The atmosphere in the car was very quiet. There had been no conversation since the young man stepped into the car. Even though there were many questions popping up in his head, But he didn't have the courage to ask even a single question. So he could only think and speculate about various things.

Things are starting to come together more. He recalled the strange events he had experienced.

This might be the reason why. He saw a girl at the park with butterfly wings growing out of her back. Surely she wasn't wearing as fancy a dress as he had thought? Why? Sometimes he could see that the people around him had blue, red, or black skin. He probably wasn't so tired and dizzy like his brother had said.

When arriving at the factory with the smiley face logo prominently displayed. The young man followed his older brother not far behind. They walked past a conveyor belt of clothes-hats-gloves made from natural fibers. and hundreds of workers who are busy with their duties The sound of machinery is deafening. But the young man didn't feel those voices at all because his head was busy thinking about other things. ...not different from people who are absent-minded.

The picture in front of you is blurry. But it was still noticeable that he saw many employees with unusual skin colors. He rubbed his eyes, but he still saw the same.

He slowly walked behind his brother. The deeper you walk, The less people The path became narrower and darker. Until finally, they stopped in front of a large, ancient wooden door. Turning around, the path that had led them had disappeared into the darkness. He just felt the silence.

So quiet that you could only hear your own breathing. His brother reached into the collar of his shirt. He pulled out an old key that was attached to a necklace chain and unlocked the door.

Add (the sound of the ancient wooden door)

Behind those thick wooden doors was a giant library. “What is this?” the young man asked.

“Sit down.” The older brother gestured to the long wooden table in the middle of the library. Above the table was a large chandelier. The young man narrowed his eyes and stared. and tried to feel for the light switch but couldn't find it The older brother smiled as he opened the old wooden drawer next to the door. and took out a large handful of candles

“There's no light switch in here. It's too bright We use candles,” the older brother said, then walked over and pulled out the silver chain attached to the lantern. The lamp slowly moved lower. He placed a candle in the empty space where the light bulb should be. Instead, it was a candle stand. and light the fire until complete before peeling it back to its original place

Followed by calmly walking and picking up books on the shelves. and placed it on the table in the middle of the room.

young man sitting still I could only look at my own brother who was walking around. alternating with looking down at the thick covers of each book placed in front of them What he noticed was that Every book has a symbol. Pigeon perched on an antique lamp Stamped in silver

When the last book is put down His brother planted his hands on the wooden table. and glanced at his younger brother's face “Do you have any questions?” he said quietly.

The young man looked at his brother's wings and asked, "What exactly are we?"

His brother smiled in response. He took a book from the pile and opened it in front of his brother. "Read it," said his brother.

The young man then knew that You yourself are a 'skin-shala', a creature born to wash away black rain clouds. Cleanses a dull mind and give freedom to the goodness that is in human beings which must receive orders from the sacred loom And there is a very special ability that all skin-skinned people must have:

color vision in people This explains why the young man sometimes saw people with blue and black skin. This color vision It's to separate ordinary people. Away from the surface people. Because those with dark skin will have a completely black color. and is a living creature opposite to those with dark skin. But for more details than this, the young man had to read more in the book "Antha: The Birth of Shadows in the Abyss".

But for this book It has only been said about the skin-shala people.

They are very few in number compared to the number of humans on Earth. Therefore it is necessary to stay together as a group. This is the cause of the establishment of an alliance for consultation. and spread orders from the sacred loom There is no evidence of who the founder of this party is. I only know that those with dark skin

He was the holder of the sacred loom from the beginning. As for the description of the wings... The Shalas are divided into clans, each with their own unique identity and magical powers. It can be easily observed from the wings themselves.

For example, if what grows out of their back is butterfly wings Those with dark skin Will be able to see the shadow of the emotions of ordinary people. Brought with talent in arts and crafts And if they have been around for a long time, they might be able to read people's thoughts. This is called 'the birth of the third pair of eyes'.

This will happen in the splitting of both their hands or some of them may see the future of the same family. From everything mentioned above, they have an important role to play. It is to paint a picture of the emotions, thoughts, and feelings of the Antha that no one knows. and deliver it to the party itself Besides the butterfly wings

There are many other families, including the bat-winged ones. or peacock etc.

The young man frowned and turned the page over. “But...why don't you see anything written about us? We have the wings of a bird But it's not written about in these books,” he muttered, looking up at his brother.

"...It's not strange that there aren't any. Because the stories of our family will be passed on. Through stories told on the day that children and grandchildren The male or female of the family only has white pigeon feathers growing on their backs. Because it is the day when the power within him or her will be complete. Which for you is today."

The young man's eyes widened. “We are the founding family of the Order, right?!” he said with excitement in his voice.

The older brother smiled and nodded lightly. “Really smart like my younger sibling. What is the reason that the Shala skin's emblem is a dove?"

“Because the first founder had dove wings,” the young man continued. The older brother nodded.

“So we are the owners of the sacred loom. This is why we have a textile factory, right?” The young man continued.

"Very good, little brother...that's what I'll have to show you in the next part." The older brother smiled contentedly.

“Then what is our family's magical power?” the young man immediately asked.

"Superpower?...We 'kiss' to release it," the older brother answered in a calm tone.

"Kiss? Kiss me!..” Suddenly, old memories flashed back into the young man's head. “So you kissed that nun. that I have ever seen..."

“Yes, at that time I was doing my duty. You probably think I did something bad,” the older brother replied.

"...Then what is this release?" the young man asked.

"...set it free Absence is true freedom. Shala people like us are immortal, unable to die, but suffer from illness if we don't do our duty. Therefore, it is our family's duty. It is the taking of the lives of those who suffer for their lives. When we kiss

I will breathe out every feeling and memory from that skinned person's body. And when he died, the sacred loom would stop weaving. And we will get a beautiful piece of cloth. Let's put it on display in an art gallery like we do every three years."

The young man's eyes widened even further. The company's handwoven fabric show is held every three years. The most boring work he had seen every quarter of his life. He never understood why the people who came to visit had expressions of admiration and admiration on the fabric pattern. Today he found out... It made him excited and nervous at the same time.

Both interested and wanting to know more. But I'm afraid my heart won't be able to take it either.

The older brother continued to speak. He pointed his finger at the cover of a book. "If I were to give an advantage, Our logo... The skin of other families can be compared to An ancient lantern that was lit to light the way Our family is likened to This pigeon... We offer true freedom to everyone.

And at the same time, we are the ones who extinguish that fire.”

“Then our family was born to kill…” the young man said.

“It depends on how you look at it. Sometimes death is the best solution. But that's it. Since it is known as death, we must also be as careful as possible…” Older Brother took a deep breath. “Alright, before I take you to see something else,” Older Brother said as he took off the chain around his neck. There's a key to this room hanging out. and handed it to the young man.

“This room is yours now. Do I have to tell you what this room is for?”

The young man shook his head. “I will read every book,” he said.

“Good, now follow me,” the older brother said as he walked towards the exit opposite the ancient wooden door from which they had entered. Without waiting for the young man who was hoisting the lantern down to extinguish the candles

“Come here!” said the older brother, annoyed at the slowness. before flapping his wings once The wind from the candle-making wings all suddenly extinguished... Under the dark It's the shocked expression of the younger one...

A door led them out of the building. The young man had never known that he could walk through the factory and come out onto his family's wasteland. It is the location of the old building where he saw his brother kissing a nun seven years ago. In front of the building there were many vines and weeds.

But when you consider it carefully, You will find that the plants are not weeds or ugly vines. But it's a bunch of tiny flowers and grass growing around each other. Try to imitate the appearance of weeds as much as possible. Everything became more and more bizarre.

The young man was so busy looking down at the flowers and grass on the side of the road that his older brother had to hurry up and follow him. “Those aren't weeds, right?” he asked, half-running after his brother.

"So you see that, right? Do you not care about it? Why did our family leave this building dilapidated? I didn't even hire a maid to clean it..." The older brother turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. and opened the two front doors.

The young man saw behind the dilapidated door. This caused him to be astonished because the inside was not in any dilapidated condition.

“But...that time I saw you and the nun...it was really old and shabby. Why now...?"

"At that time, you weren't ready yet. But today, your eyes have been opened to see the true nature of you.” The older brother pointed his finger at the young man's eyes.

Hall with polished marble floor The two walls were filled with tall windows. Warm orange sunlight streams in. Affecting the exquisite paintings that some were hanging Some leaned against the wall. including high relief art and many floats scattered in various points It's like an art gallery.

In the middle of the hall stood a basin made of white stucco. The young man wasn't sure if it was a water bath for animals like in the park. Or is it a former fountain? But what is certain is that inside the tub there was only dry water. On the floor in front of the tub was the symbol of the Shala skin engraved. The young man vaguely remembered that

Well, here was where his brother and that nun stood kissing... Behind them was a carved stone staircase that would lead them up to the next floor of this building.

The young man was dazzled, not knowing what to look at first. Everything seemed strange and suspicious. “Aren't you going to give me a single explanation?” the young man asked his older brother as he followed him up the stairs. "You'll know everything soon. Don't hurry."

This building has a total of five floors. But my brother didn't stop at any floors. Instead, he walked up to the fifth floor. The stairs ended in front of a simple wooden door. no carved pattern There is no beauty It is no different from the door of a room in an ordinary house. It's even smaller. His brother pressed his forehead against the door for a moment before opening it.

The whole floor was behind this door. The entire floor was nothing but An antique weaving machine stood out in the middle of the room. and a long cloth came out from it. Behind the fabric pipe machine, two colors of yarn, white and black, were piled up all the way to the ceiling. The surrounding walls are closed. There were only two small windows.

The two channels are aligned but on opposite sides. namely, the front and back of the loom. which is to let the light from the sun and the moon splashed in and hit the loom.

“Come and take a closer look,” his brother called. "Then tell me, What pattern do you see on this fabric that is being woven?”

The young man walked carefully. Even though there was nothing around that he had to worry about breaking it or not. He cocked his head and looked down at the canvas. And must be extremely surprised. "I see myself...do you see me?" he said, sounding excited.

"No...I saw a picture of myself," the older brother replied quietly. But when he saw the puzzled expression of the younger man, he sighed and began to explain. “We can only see our own destiny. We won't see other people's things. And no one saw me. Our image will be revealed to everyone only after we die…”

The young man nodded slowly. “Then I saw...another man. I'm not sure whether it's a man or a woman because his hair is long. He's holding a broken black umbrella." The young man said absently.

“Huh?!.. What else did you see? Please explain in detail.” His brother's voice was the most alarmed to date.

“I spread my wings around him. His eyes were smoky white. The surroundings are probably some buildings in the city,” the young man explained.

His brother was silent for a long time. "Let's go downstairs," he said. The atmosphere as they walked down the stairs was a mass of uncomfortable feelings. The young man could only think about what had happened. But he didn't dare ask. But he knew it wasn't a good thing. His brother led him in front of two paintings hanging on the wall that were covered with indigo velvet. He took off his veil.

Two drawings were revealed.

The first picture is a picture of a white feather. Floating innocently on the surface of the murky black water.

The second picture is of a long-haired man holding an umbrella. Standing against the wall of a dark alley Above his umbrella were clouds of mist that resembled the faces of many people. All of which expressed a feeling of sadness and sorrow. and furious “I have a hunch…” His brother muttered softly. But then the young man suddenly countered, "It's this person!"

He pointed out a picture of a man with a black umbrella. "I saw this person."

"These two pictures Just sent it from the butterfly wings family. A picture from a mother who saw the future This is a picture of a feather. The other picture is from the father who has a third pair of eyes. The image of men is of anathema who is buying pain from other anathema. It is one of our missions. But I couldn't interpret this feather image until you told me what you saw in your cloth just now…” The elder brother turned his head and looked at the young man seriously.

"Your first job is to free this man," he said in a low voice. The young man opened his eyes wide. Feeling cold from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“Kill him,” the older brother replied calmly. The face still stared at the painting. The young man turned around and stared at his brother. "Are you going crazy!? No, I can't. I'm tired of killing people. So what? I have to kiss a man. So...where did you say that? We liberated only the Shalani people. And this man looked and realized that it wasn't... me, me..." The young man sputtered out his words in panic.

“Calm down...you can't force your own fate. It's true, he doesn't use skin-skinned people. But none of the skinheads were able to heal this man. He had crossed the line of being a miserable skinhead again. He's close to being...a devil. He's a danger to everyone."

“Do I have to kill him? No, I don't know how to kill anyone. I've never done it before. And I still don't know anything about the skinned people. He didn't consent to die either. I can't."

“Calm down, you need to compose yourself. What you did was not murder. You freed this Anadha from his pain. And help many more people not fall prey to him ... Many lives have been lost trying to help him.”

“Then what should I do?” asked the wrinkled-faced young man, his voice trembling.

"Kiss him and wrap your wings around him."

"Huh?!! Are you crazy? What are you kissing? And what are your wings? I only have a few centimeters of short stubble on my back!" The young man shouted.

“Your wings will sprout gracefully once you have done this. Don't worry about that. I'm more worried about your life.” The expression on his face and what his brother said didn't help the young man feel any better.

“What is wrong with this man?” the young man asked in a worried voice. Then the older brother began to tell...

Under the gray sky When the rain clouds completely block the sunlight Tears flow from the sky to provide moisture. and washes away the darkness of everything on earth -- just like your tears contain tiny cells that eat away germs. and cleanse your eyes It is like the sea when it hits the shore and

Devouring the sand along with many pitiful lives, sinking into the bottom of nothingness. Rainwater, sea water, and tears were created for the same purpose. Therefore it has a similar salty taste.

Coming back to the matter of raindrops. On a heavy rainy day In front of the narrow building was a tall, thin man with long, wavy black hair. His left hand always held a large black umbrella handle. As for his right hand, he held a cigarette and smoked it all the time. His eyes were focused on only two things.

One is the cigarette smoke that he releases from his mouth and nose. He enjoyed blowing smoke onto the raindrops. and watched as the clear raindrops absorbed his smoke until they turned into dull water droplets.

The second is puddles of water on the sidewalk. and the steps of people walking To find delicious prey to sacrifice to the darkness of the heart. When rainwater has the ability to wash away and those with dark skin have black bodies. As mentioned above The rain will wash away the black color within them. And of course, most of them don't think to open their umbrellas when it rains.

And the reason why this man always held up a black umbrella was because he didn't want to lose even a single ounce of darkness.)

When he saw the black color spreading wide from the legs of the person walking slowly past him, And the pace didn't seem rushed at all. But instead, it's just a walk around aimlessly. So he would immediately raise his head, smile widely, whistle to that person and start negotiating the deal.

Conversations often begin with short words. Words and cigarette smoke are like sedatives. “Would you like some cigarettes?” he always asked. When someone looses smoking Or bend your head to hide from the rain under his umbrella. It is considered successful. Soon, that person would find himself in the same room as him. Narrow room, rancid smell, damp.

For the general public, it may feel awkward. But for the Anthas, it is a place where they feel at ease.

For those who have lost everything There is nothing to hold onto anymore. The mind of the anadha will have enough room for 'him' to enter and devour that soul from within. He would hold onto that person's head with his slender, sweaty fingers. He touched his forehead to that one's forehead. And the true suffering comes in the split second before that person is gone forever.

A loud roar will be heard, but it will quickly die out. Leaving only the smoke-colored eyes of a dead body.

“Why did he do that?” the young man asked.

“That's a very good question. I'm glad you're really interested in this matter,” the older brother replied. It is not unusual for him to seek happiness in other ways, to know and feel the pain of others. So it was the only thing that could help him heal.”

“Then he is just a victim of this world. Don't you think that we should find a way to help him, not just get rid of him?” the young man questioned.

"Most accurate You are right about everything. And it's something we will definitely do... But when his fate was already determined You saw it with your own eyes from the pattern on the cloth. Showing that this is the most appropriate method. You will surely help him. Help him not be a victim of this world anymore,” the older brother replied.

The young man shook his head. “No, I don't understand. I can't accept that we are killing people. And it's someone who wasn't willing."

"You'll understand soon. Believe me, I've had the same thoughts as you before... No one can go against fate," the older brother replied with a serious expression. and full of faith His eyes stared at his younger brother like an experienced person. There is more landscape. Like a bird that has gone out to explore the wide world. He was staring at a baby bird that had just emerged from its egg pod.

But for the young man's eyes Still showing that he opposes every word he says.

"Are you aware that you are calling yourself "I" and "Thou" for me?" The young man answered calmly. “I admit that I still don't understand many things. Today is a very hard day for me. But you have made me afraid of being born as a skin-skinned person with dove-like wings.” The young man's words made the elder's expression darker. “Dedication.

And your faith makes me feel uncomfortable..." The young man said.

The older one was about to open his mouth to explain further, with an expression of displeasure on his face. But...suddenly, it folded, it folded, it folded!! The sound of something moving in the air could be heard. And it seems to get louder every time. A gentle breeze gently drifted through the open windows from all sides. And the wind gradually increased in strength.

“What is that?” the young man asked as he stared blankly out the window. A gray mass of living things. It was moving closer to the building they were in. and gradually reveals that it is A flock of dozens and hundreds of white pigeons They headed towards the same place. Soon all the windows were filled with groups of white pigeons, so much so that there was hardly any space.”

They have come to welcome you, my little sister.”

“Do you accept to do this duty?...Answer it in front of our family.” The elder brother asked, extending his hand to all the birds.

"Do I have the right to refuse?"

"Yes. If you think you can resist fate, then reject it."

The young man stared at all the pigeons. He scanned every corner of the building, every picture, every emblem that appeared. Reflecting on the strange things he had experienced Think of the loom upstairs. and a library with many books for him to research and find answers to Before finally, he returned his gaze to the large, thick wings of his older brother standing in front of him. "...I accept responsibility here," the young man replied.

“Aren't you planning to defy fate?” the older brother asked.

“I have an idea...that needs to be proven... And I couldn't bear the guilt I would feel if I decided not to take on this responsibility... I just want to deal with the problem. 'The Long-Haired Man Holding a Black Umbrella' was created, right?" The young man asked.

The older brother nodded lightly. “Well...I believe that living things can adapt. and can always change Now I don't think we're any better than the skinheads. We should not accuse those who have committed wrongdoing that they are not of our kind. I can't separate good people from bad people. Because we all breathe the same air. Standing in the sunlight and bathing in the same moonlight

What fate has destined me to do It's just organized. It is a solution to the problem at the end of the cause. It's not help..." the young man said.

“I agree with every word you say...but try following me. You've probably heard the word 'Alien species' or invasive animals that have blown up from other places And then come and destroy the local animals, right?...It's no different. What are the ways to get rid of these animals? Wait for it to adjust? Put him back in a place that suits him or not, my dear.

We chopped it into pieces and set it on fire,” the older brother replied.

“You really are an expert at explaining things. Cruel words like this shouldn't come out of the mouth of a stupid person, I think..." The young man began to feel the urge to leave this place.

"It's okay if you still don't understand," the older brother replied calmly.

"Do you know anything? I saw that the sacred loom weaves cloth with only two colors of thread. is black and white That means that everyone is connected as one. If that long-haired man was a mistake When one black thread breaks...shouldn't we examine the entire cloth?

I still don't see any difference between us and that dark-skinned man. We kill our own people to free them from their suffering. So did the man. Why do you blame him for being a devil? Should it be us, on the other hand? Because we are about to cross a thin line to destroy a life that we had no right to in the first place..."

“You still don't believe in what we have. And the power within you..." His brother replied quietly.

"Can you please stop using the pronouns you and me?!" The young man raised his voice. He furrowed his brows from the frustration he had been trying to hold in for so long.

“You'll get used to it soon... Do as your heart desires, little brother. Anyway, we will watch over you and help you in your time of need. Just send your voice and I'll go find you... Now we do not need to discuss matters which you have not fully understood.

Come! Let's get out of this heavy building..." The older brother wrapped his arms around the younger's neck. And the two of them walked out of the building together as the white pigeons slowly flew away...

They were destined to be born to "destroy" 3

By Sarapee

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Girl's first job (Birth of the Shala skin people) 2