The Cursed

The dark sky had brought a heavy downpour. A shabby-looking young man sitting in a bound body was enduring the cold with a hateful gaze at the tens to hundreds of people in front of him. Their cheers were insults he would never forget.

"Mahendra! You have harassed and killed a girl, according to the rules of the city, you will be put to death!" The mayor said it out loud."Death is not enough! Give me back my daughter!" screamed the mother of the victimized girl.

Endless insults continued to fill the young man's mind. He was silent for a long time until he finally couldn't stand it and rebelled.

"Abusing?! Killing?! I never did either! This is slander!" Mahendra denied.

Even the rain didn't drown out his voice. He said it out loud and told them that it was all a misunderstanding or slander. However, no one believed him. 

"Do you still have time to be evasive? You ignorant child!"
The executioner was standing nearby with a sharp weapon to be used on Mahendra's neck."I don't accept to die like that!" Mahendra shouted, breaking the silence. 

The executioner swung the weapon and in an instant Mahendra's vision went completely dark. It wasn't long before he opened his eyes and found himself in a stable. 
The sound of horses neighing, the pile of hay on which he lay suddenly felt very comfortable. The young man woke up in a daze and didn't quite understand what had happened. 

"Where am I now?"

He vaguely remembered the last time. He was sitting bound and waiting to die at the hands of the executioner. However, there was one thing he could not understand, and that was why he was in this place.

Mahendra didn't really remember clearly why he was going to die or perhaps had already died, as if taking his death for granted, Mahendra sighed for a moment.
Another group of youths appeared and passed by the stables. After a while one of them realized there was someone in the stables and approached him.

"Stranger? Who are you?"

Mahendra was silent and didn't know what to do, while he had to endure his sudden headache.

"I... I am." Mahendra raised his head and was shocked to see several living skulls talking and staring at him.
The five young men then laughed at the confused Mahendra. They didn't look like decent people and it was exactly like the insulting cheers of dozens of people.

“What happened?” Mahendra asked inwardly.
"If you look around, there is something on his hand. Are those burn marks?"
"This stranger we've never seen is definitely unusual."
"But he doesn't seem to understand what we're saying?"

They all spoke a language that was clearly very different from the one Mahendra had learned. Obviously the black-haired youth didn't understand it at all.

"Just drag him to the river! We don't recognize him anyway, why care?"

Hearing another language that was completely unintelligible. But somehow Mahendra understood it, even if only a little. As for their conversation, it made Mahendra remember the reproaches of the people in the city.

"All of you... all of you! Insulting me? Blaming me?"
The slightly heavy voice, the sharp gaze, and the surrounding pressure that felt so heavy were felt by the group of youths.

"I won't accept it! I won't die! I'm not wrong!" Mahendra shouted.

The aura around him darkened, something came out of his body that looked like ancient spells with red writing.
Mahendra stood with a completely changed appearance, the anger and resentment that had arisen made most of his body filled with curse marks, the ends of his hair turned red and both eyes also turned red with sharp pupils resembling the eyes of a monster.

"What's going on?! Hurry up and leave!"
"He's gone mad!"

Those who were so brave before now sat limply in fear with cold sweat pouring out. They could hardly move and could not leave and in the end they were blown away with just one word from the black-haired youth.

"Get lost!"

Just from that word alone, they had fallen helplessly. While Mahendra's emotions were still running high, he was losing control due to some bad events that kept happening to him.

For less than half an hour he kept shouting until the horses fell unconscious. Slowly his strength waned and Mahendra's body went limp. He walked towards the outside and didn't expect to meet someone again.

"Who?"

A man dressed in light brown Middle Eastern garb didn't look like an ordinary person with a white cloth covering his eyes. However, Mahendra saw him as an ordinary skull emitting a bright aura that pierced the sky. 

"It is you who is the Destiny Devourer." The man smiled at Mahendra. 
"Who are you?" Mahendra asked. 
"I am just a blind man. I'll tell you one thing, don't reveal your weaknesses in front of people." Then the man walked away, leaving Mahendra unconscious on the spot. 

Some time later, Mahendra woke up on a very thin mat. The ceiling of the gray house looked shabby. He found a man preparing food.

"You're awake. Thank goodness, I thought you would sleep for a few days. I happened to prepare some extra food, and this is for you." The much older-looking man served her some porridge in a small bowl.

"Where is this?"
"This is the Night City. A city that never has morning or day. There is only night with a dark sky, a few stars and sometimes the moon appears."
"I've never heard of that city before."

"It seems like you are a foreigner who just came here. Oh, does that mean you don't know about the 4 most powerful Legends in the world at all?" said the man slightly guessing.
"I don't know where I am myself."
"The Night City is in the Southeastern Region of the Sky World. This world is protected by the four legends who can even be called God Kings."

Seeing that the bowl of porridge had not been accepted, he set it aside and went on. 

"There's a wanderer, a former lord of hell, a half-demon and half-angel, and finally there's someone who is unclear whether he's human or demon." The man told the story with great enthusiasm.

"You said they're called gods, why are there demons and even those whose identities are unclear?"
"I see you're so curious about this. It's only natural that you're curious because you don't know, but it's strange that you're here and don't know something that everyone in this world already knows. Who are you and where did you come from?"

Mahendra was startled and remained silent for a moment. He turned his gaze toward the window on the side, seeing the night so dark.

"I may not be from this place. I'm Mahendra and probably long dead too, but, who am I?"
"You don't know yourself, what about me who doesn't even recognize you?"

After a long conversation with the man, Mahendra then realized one odd thing.
"You! We speak the same language?!"
"It's too late for you to realize. So, what's so strange about it?"

Mahendra said that there were some people who used a language that was difficult to understand and he asked why only the man who was talking to him now and the man with the bright aura spoke the same language as him.

The man smiled slightly and replied, “I just learned a little from someone.”
"I'm sure that strange language and mine are very different. Is this a sign that I'm not the only one in this Sky world?" He wondered.

"All these things make me even more confused. What kind of strange place is this?"
The pain in his head was getting worse, and even now he was still unaware of the changes in his own body.