'Horrifying news last night. The minister's body was found in the area---'

'The police have issued a warning. This is the 5th case, people should be careful---'

'In each of us we have it. What kind of crossroads monster is this?' The interviewer's voice from the program I had randomly turned on in the morning echoed throughout the room as my intention was.

'It's just our imagination which way you will choose....'

It's a hectic morning of 8 a.m. for many people and me in the state of having just woken up. My hair is messy. His mouth was holding the toothbrush, but his body had stopped listening to the man on TV's words.

Is Crossroads just a fleeting thought?

Then the Crossroads he and I know... probably aren't the same demon.

Immediately, the image from the mirror in front of him changed. It's not my reflection, but it's a crossroads with old wooden signs pointing to different intersections.

“What should I choose today?” a hoarse voice said, instantly making me smile.

Close your eyes and let your thoughts flow with the flow of time.

I always do this until I see a light behind my eyelids signaling my arrival.

The same intersection as in the mirror. The surroundings were dark and gloomy enough to make the surroundings vaguely visible.

Nearly half a mile away there was also a crossroads. It's just that there are different types of signs indicating the way back.

All around, there was only light from a small lamp above the sign, helping to keep the image around us from being blind.

The sound of flapping wings sounded overhead. With the shadow of the devil falling over my body.

It looks similar to a gargoyle with wings. The body is dark red. The eyes turned purple like gems.

"What...what should I choose today?" He sneered as if he already knew the answer to which intersection I would choose today.

Well...I've been choosing this path for 5 days now and it seems that humans will never be able to raise their heads to experience new things again.

"Sorry, you guessed wrong today." The demon smiled and sighed heavily.

"Hey, that's boring." I ignored his words as if nothing had happened, choosing to walk to the left without hesitation.

"Okay, I give up. See you tomorrow." The devil said goodbye before I returned to my condo again.

When I finished with my personal business, I walked over to my locker.

Picking up a bag of ready-made popcorn and warming it up, you don't care that you haven't eaten anything at all.

I've decided...today I'm going to stay in my room and not go out.

Knowing this, it would be better if I woke up a little later.

I face that monster every morning...or maybe it's late.

Let's just say I found it at that damn intersection every time I went to the bathroom for the first time after waking up.

With the same sentence like 'What should I choose today?' hundreds of times.

I have tried many times to find out where it came from but have failed. I never received an answer.

It's been like this since many years ago after my brother died.

Many doctors said it was a mental illness.

Many monks say that it is karma.

People around me said it was because I had experienced something traumatic.

No one can give me an answer.

All these years I acted like a fool. Floating around in the chaotic capital

Look at the fake civilization through the wide glass window in the room. But in the eyes of many people, perfection

My eyes saw only blandness. Lacking color and excitement

The shell looks beautiful, but the inside looks so messy that you can't find anything substantial.

I closed my eyes again after the programs on TV failed to relieve my boredom. To go back and meet the Crossroad Demon in the same place.

"I warned you it would be boring." The same demon, perched above the same lightbulb, at the same intersection.

“What is the beauty of this world?” I asked the question that was on my mind. The demon was silent for a moment and spoke in his brightest voice.

"How about passion?" His answer made me think.

If the attractiveness of human beings is passion So, are people like me who can't find pleasure in themselves a person without passion?

“You always surprise me with your questions,” it said again in the silence.

“Why am I the person who ended up here? You chose me?” I ignored his question and threw a new question for the demon to answer.

“Because the confusion in your heart is interesting,” the demon replied again.

We often do this when I'm bored from the outside world. I asked the devil. The devil asked me quietly and then asked him again and again.

"If you're really bored, would you come and do this job for me?" And this question was finally asked again.

I swear he's asked me this question at least twenty-eight times.

"No, I don't like selling my soul to the devil." In this world, nothing is free, of course, but I have never gained anything from it, so it is doubtful to me today that if I acted in its place, I would... What do you get?

"She's not attractive at all."

"And what's so exciting about you using the word 'you' in reference to men?"

"I saw that your country likes to divide ranks according to titles. I have worked hard to follow."

"What does this have to do with it?"

"How is the word you used for someone of lesser rank? A human who has only been born for a few years like you can't compete with me who has been around for hundreds of years," he said as he straightened up and stood upright. That signpost

"Now, let me choose a new way. Left or right? Go straight or turn around?" Sometimes I'm tired of this separation.

I insist on walking to the left. Continue to rely on calmness to allow your body to rest.

The demon looked behind me with a tired smile. Today, it probably won't let me choose this crossroads again.

The sound of dozens of footsteps running after me. Shouting and clamoring for it to stop. Or even the sound of guns shooting into the sky from time to time didn't stop me from running.

And I didn't feel tired either...instead the adrenaline was soaring. My thirst for survival increased so much that I could run for miles without stopping.

This kind of excitement

The situation is near death every time like this.

This is what I've always wanted.

...a life that is not dull

The sound of a gunshot coming from a crevice of a building near me, followed by the pain of a bullet piercing through flesh.

And without warning, another bullet was released from the muzzle of the gun and immediately lodged itself in my brain.

The last memory I have is of a voice from somewhere talking about the use of guns.

'A bullet to the heart will give the victim another four to five seconds to fight back, but to kill instantly, it must be shot through the middle of the forehead, through the brain.'

Then my consciousness blacked out. Along with my life

"Welcome back." The same picture in front of us, the same demon, in the same intersection.

"The fate of a dying person is that even if you choose to live in peace for a month, you will die anyway." The strange figure folded its wings and climbed down from the first signpost.

“You know I'm going to die!” The demon laughed so loudly that the nearby Crossroads Demon turned to look.

"Of course. I already warned you that traveling is more fun than living in peace." He said as he dragged the strange symbol onto the ground.

Draw lines back and forth to form a drawing.

It looks like a five-pointed star but has more lines. The rigging is more confusing.

“What is that?” I asked as he finished drawing.

"The 9 Angles Commandment" His answer didn't help me understand one bit.

There was never any information about the 9 Commandments in my brain and I couldn't find any connection with them.

It walked past me to the opposite side to draw another picture.

“For you, this symbol would be more familiar.” It began to trace the ground again, but it took on a different shape.

When all elements are complete Images of memories flowed into my head like turning on a faucet.

“Three years ago, she was the one who painted the Luciferian Gate to erase her memories and keep the dark side of her past, all at the cost of her own life. But because she made a mistake in the final step, she gained another side of herself instead.”

The memories kept flowing out, making my body go numb.

Because my older brother was killed by a gang of thugs, I chased and 'decapitated' them one by one until they were all dead.

But even though I had killed all of them, I didn't feel happy at all. Instead, I felt even more guilty until I couldn't stand it, so I performed that crazy ritual on the internet.

After that, I started encountering crossroad demons.

Every time I choose to walk to the right After closing my eyes, my other self came out to live my life instead, but it was the self whose hands were covered in blood.

Images of all the corpses I had killed myself flowed back into my head. Corpse...that matches the news

“Because I feel guilty about killing too many people. And because society's framework made her close to being a psychiatric patient, if at that time she had used the money to hit those policemen over the head instead of painting Lucifer's Gate...she still wouldn't have died by now."

After that, I kept to myself. Forget everything like pressing reset your computer.

Spending your days on the internet and TV...absorbing all that hate towards yourself.

The first corpse after the contract was made was a police officer who accepted a bribe so that the criminal could escape the case.

The second corpse was that of a member of the medical council who had been cheated out of the drug share.

The third corpse was that of an abbot who used the donated money for personal use.

The body of the four former generals who signed off on corruption payments for buildings in the camp.

The latest corpse...the Minister of Commerce who cheated on concessions.

Every corpse was the result of an online witch hunt that I found.

“Humans are like this. There are so many rules that it drives people crazy.” The demon sneered as he leaned on the signpost.

“It's not the rules that are driving us crazy.” I saw the demon suddenly stop and continue.

"But it's society's twisted conflict with the rules that drives us crazy."

A perfect law, but brats find loopholes and use them arbitrarily.

Rules that are supposed to make society orderly and comfortable, but the people who control them are selfish and defraud the country.

Rules that should be respected but 'people' have made them lose credibility.

After all, why do we still dare to say that the law is not sacred? When the people who frame everything are really us.

“That's my story.” I turned to talk to Crossroads on my left, who invited me to find some stories to relieve my boredom.

"This guy went through a lot of weird things too." After that day when I died and realized all my mistakes.

So I became 'Crossroad Demon' instead of that demon

Sitting on the lantern above the intersection sign, waiting for spirits to visit.

But I don't have a weird body shape like that guy. I'm still me...a normal human just has to watch this intersection.

I just now realized that this is actually the crossroads used to decide whether a person will go to hell or heaven. Recover to live again or be reborn.

As for the lost souls who perform rituals when they are bodyless, they must stay here until someone else takes their place.

Even today, there are still questions in my head over and over.

What if that day I used the money to solve the problem instead of performing the ceremony?

What if I went to the police instead of killing that crazy gang?

Or even what if I died instead of my brother? What will my fate be like?

----- Tier Valencia -----

Footnote^ The “9 Corners Commandment” is a mysterious group that claims They represent Santa's danger and violence. They call themselves Opfer (

Opfer)

which means killing or human sacrifice In rituals given to Satan^ Gate of Lucifer / Sign of Lucifer It is a symbol used for the purposes of Satanism. It is a symbol used during rituals. This is the door used to summon Lucifer. along with giving power