Revelation

Strixx and I talked through the night, just the two of us beneath the stars. We shared stories of where we’d been, but left our pasts untouched. It was the first time in years I’d spoken so freely--like I once did with Kenny. For a moment, that missing feeling returned. As dawn broke, Strixx smiled sleepily, saying she forgot to sleep because my stories were fun. I chuckled quietly. We’d simply lost track of time together.

From the town below, countless streams of translucent, shimmering energy drifted upward, dancing in the morning light like glowing threads of mist. They sparkled as they ascended, reflecting every color imaginable, weaving an ethereal rainbow in the sky.

Strixx gazed at them, eyes wide, 

 “Finally…” she whispered. 

“Strixx… is happy… Strixx set them free…”

 I blinked, confused. 

“Set them free? Strixx, what are you talking about?” 

Before she could answer, the energy began to shift, drifting toward us like a gentle tide.

 Slowly, it swirled around us, wrapping us in its radiant glow,

 It was beautiful. It was mesmerizing. And then-- The light twisted, contorted--morphing. And before me, within the shimmering glow, a face emerged.

A face I knew all too well. One of the killers from my past among those raiders.

The sight before me was unbelievable. I stood frozen, my mind struggling to process what I was witnessing. A mix of shock and curiosity swelled inside me—I had never seen anything like this in my entire life. 

Then--

A voice echoed through the air--calm, yet carrying the weight of countless years of suffering.

“Demon girl… we are finally free. 

No longer bound to a body that was not our own. A body no longer human, controlled not by our souls but by a demon’s will. The curse could only be broken by a demon… and you have done it. We are grateful. We are finally at peace.” I stood frozen, struggling to comprehend what I had just heard. My thoughts were in chaos.

Then, I turned to Strixx. Everything she had said back then—when she killed the raiders, was starting to make sense.

(But Strixx knows.They ..not human.Strixx did not kill them.Strixx set them free.)

("Strixx was only helping those people escape…”)

Strixx stood there, silent for a moment. Her eyes lowered, thoughtful.

“Strixx… did what Strixx felt was right…” she said softly.

Then, she looked up at the soul, curiosity flickering in her eyes, her voice carrying a quiet confusion.

“Strixx does not understand… How did humans… get cursed… by this demon? Please… tell Strixx?”

I remained silent, listening.

The Tragedy of a Cursed Village The soul’s voice carried through the still air.

 “Once, we had a home-- a village on the  the northern lands. But a great calamity fell upon us. Famine consumed our crops. Disease stole our loved ones. Death came for all. We cried for help. No one came. No one cared.

Desperation led us to ruin. One day, a villager--Kalos--wandered into the wastelands, searching for anything to keep us alive. What he found… was an ancient dungeon.

Deep within, in its final chamber, lay a tomb. And within that tomb, a codex--its words written in an otherworldly language. Yet, somehow, he could read it. The Spell of Prosperity. In our desperation, we took it as salvation. We never considered the consequences. When the spell was cast, the village flourished. The land turned green. The sick were healed. The dying stood once more. But it was never a gift. It was a trade.

One day, the true master of the codex came--

Falexous, the Demon of Greed.

 He came to claim his price. The compensation? The bodies of those who had benefited from the spell. Every single one of us. He did not kill us. No… he took us. Our souls remained, but our bodies no longer belonged to us.

We became his puppets, forced into an endless cycle of destruction. The strongest among us were sent out to slaughter. Every life they took kept their bodies from decaying, our souls still trapped within. As long as we killed, their bodies remained intact, allowing the demon to control them.

Meanwhile, the weaker ones left behind in the village survived off the loot brought back from the raiders’ massacres. They lived only as husks, sustained by the cycle of death. The demon ensured that this loop never ended--strong ones sent to kill, weak ones kept alive by what they stole, and the bodies of the raiders continuing to serve them, as long as they took more lives.

A cycle with no escape. But now, thanks to you, it is over. With no more raiders to bring back spoils, the remaining bodies in the village will soon wither away. Their souls, too, will be freed. Soon, all will be at peace. We can finally ascend.”

One by one, the souls began to fade, their whispers vanishing into the sky.

 

“Demon girl… we are free.”

“We are grateful.”

“We are thankful.

And then, they were gone.

Strixx didn’t say a word.

Together, we buried the empty bodies left behind, giving them the funeral they had long been denied.  When the last grave was covered, Strixx stood still, staring at the sky.

Her voice was quiet--almost too quiet.

“Strixx… hates demons.”

She clenched her fists.

“Strixx… hates demons more than anything.”

Her body trembling.

“Then why… why was Strixx born a demon?”

She was always strong. Always fearless. Always speaking with certainty, even in broken human words.

 But now… she was questioning herself.

I took a step closer. And I smiled.

“Strixx… you know, in every tale of heroes, demons are always shown as evil. They destroy. They dominate. They take pleasure in the suffering of others.

But you--

You say words more beautiful than any human ever could.

You do things far greater than any so-called hero for me atleast.

Even for those people.

You saved me.

When I'm nothing but a worthless human, lost and broken, you were the one who brought me back.

 

You made me see tomorrow again.

Strixx, you are not a demon. You are my savior. And you are beautiful.”

I reached out, gently holding her hand.

She didn’t move for a moment. Then—Strixx burst into tears.

“Strixx… feels warm…”

Her voice shook, her entire body trembling. “Strixx not .. felt this way… in  ...many years…”

 

She gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid I would disappear.

“Strixx….  blessed to meet Luca.” 

Her red eyes, shining with sorrow and relief, 

“Luca… is beautiful too. The only human… to talk to Strixx…”

Then, as the sky fully lit with the morning light, Strixx wiped her tears.

 

She turned back to the road ahead, 

Without another word, we walked away, leaving the graves behind.

I knew.

I had made the right choice.

To follow her.

To go on this journey.

To see the world together.

This was the beginning of our long journey .

The journey of a boy ,a Demon to the world beyond the beyond