رواية المسخ ذو الوجه البريء

الكاتب الرمادي‎

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It was a clear night with beautiful breezes. The husband was driving his car, with his wife, a daughter, and a young son. They were laughing hard and happily celebrating the father’s new promotion at his job. Everything was fine. Suddenly, a scream came before a collision with a bus. Fate took them all and left the child suffering next to his sister. All relatives.. Wait, wait, a minute.. break.. holiday.. action.

All the friends are sad, some cry and others just express their regret, and in public a brother cries with his burning, and inside him all his limbs dance with joy. His only brother killed him for the sake of a house and he later called me a freak... It doesn't matter...
.... r> I grew up as a child in the shelter after my uncle’s wife slandered me and expelled me from my legal home. She wore the dress of innocence and then called me a freak... and I did not care.

On the other hand, a wife killed her husband, a husband betrayed his wife, and children under the sidewalks that no one knows about. Some trade in their organs and others assault them. Each satisfies his instinct in his own way. Prison is tried, and the verdict is acquittal in the courts of the earth. They are executed from the courts of the heart and the courts of God await their turn in a hell worse than execution. .. They do everything and I am the innocent freak here.

It doesn't matter, human matters, I will only care about my personal matters

Deprivation of food in the shelter, cruel treatment from the nanny, and sexual assaults from her husband. They inflicted all kinds of torture on me, the child, and when it was my turn, they cried and complained, and called me a freak, and I did not care.

I learned everything and practiced it on them secretly and openly, making them play the innocent role

In the middle of my adventure, a family that is completely different from everyone else called “Medence”, many charities and more hospitals, that’s all, but everything is in public, what happens in secret is indescribable.

You don't understand anything yet, do you? They were deranged witches, addicted to the taste of blood. They taught me when I was young what adults did not learn. I was 18 years old when I became addicted to self-harm, adultery, murder, magic, physical torture, and alcohol, and believe me, I was a victim with every cry. I enjoyed this when I was young, and when I got stronger, it became more intense. Believe me, it cannot be described, but I did not have mercy.

Our peace of mind and tranquility was in hearing the screams of the victims, as they were being dismembered while we were experimenting on them with methods of torture that were not used by medieval monks, not even Vlad III... the famous vampire Dracula.

Everything was fine, yes, it was good for us, until I met her one day. I was very innocent. She changed me without me knowing, so I took it upon myself to finish everything my family had started... but the question is, can someone like me fight armies of jinn and humans alone? And he wins?

Not all endings are happy, nor is repentance after a sin against a creature simple. Everything is in return. As for what I paid, it was more severe than the war I fought and it ended with a curse that I unleashed on the entire world, a curse more harsh, oppressive, and powerful than my family, the “Midness” family, and it was supposed to be upon me. Then I will search for the Crown Prince who will carry the banner of eradicating this curse once and for all after me. Whoever is reading these lines, I hope you will be careful before it infects you as well, and if you are qualified, please eliminate it.
I published my entire memoirs in the form of a novel that was launched this year at the Cairo International Fair, entitled “The Freak with an Innocent Face.” I will wait for you there, and I will wait for the new savior. I will wait for you, my friend.