I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS THE SECOND MALE LEAD.
BUT TURNS OUT I WAS EVEN LESS THAN THAT.
WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD DIED, I MET THE DEVIL.
EXCEPT THAT WE HAVE MET ONCE BEFORE.
THE DEATH THAT LED ME HERE, WAS THE SECOND TIME I HAD DIED.
"YOU HAVE FULFILL...
It was simple. The protagonist did great by being chosen as the main character by the gods.
I won't have any complaints if the protagonist was raised to be one in his own body and soul.
But this!!! I cannot condone this.
Why did I had to be raped by the same man over and over, with my flesh being torn apart, my insides ripped apart, as I was left bleeding while he savored me wincing in tears? His wicked eyes clouded by lust, his heart swelling with satisfaction while being in ecstasy of having dominance over me, as he violated me, marked me with physical wounds that would never heal; unseen bruises that would never close. Kept like an abused bird within a cage, even the family that had sold me off to this Crown prince never turned to me while I withered away. The palace was full of abusers. Some verbally abused me. Some did it secretly. Some did it without hiding.
The servants that held me in contempt, mocked me because I was trampled under the crown prince all the time. The crown prince, who was hiding his real identity as the heir of this kingdom as the general's adopted son; the crown prince who was the real owner of the "crown prince" title I held. Every time he closed off the door, only hell awaited me.
Despite that I wanted to live.
I was not ready to die. Because the world was so unfair to me. I tried to make will to survive. Until the world could take no more. Trampled over and over, years of abuse started taking a toll on my mental health. My mind started to reject the reality that I was living:Hell. I became a trash in no time. That time I didn't knew that it was the world that wanted to turn me into a trash: a Fate that I must never escape.
So the world won. In the end I died as a trash.
But my body, which was supposed to die along with my soul remained in that world. And my body was given a new soul. That soul wasn't me.
When the new soul residing within arose, he blinded that world with his awe and beauty.
Every abuser in the palace became his admirer. The crown prince who has raped and abused that body changed his attitude. He fell harder than anyone. Then there was also the prime minister and other officials. Songs of glory was hailed for the newly awakened protagonist. He brought glory and fame to the kingdom with the halo of being the chosen one. This made me angry.
Even the family that had abandoned the trash came back running, wanting him back as their son. This made me wallow in sorrow. The anger was there but the sorrow was greater. The pain even more painful than the time I was getting ripped apart by force every time that animal crown prince violated me.
The tiny bit of happiness that I had wanted when I lived in that body never came to me when I was still in my body. But once I died, and the new soul of the protagonist took over, he attained all the happiness that I had dreamt of.
Acknowledgement. Freedom. A voice to speak. Respect. Love and even Family.
So maybe I, as the original owner of the protagonist's body was undeserving of everything. In all my honesty I wouldn't mind walking away if....
If it wasn't for the fact that...
That body the protagonist was in belonged to me.
And while being in my body, the protagonist fell in love with the very man who raped and abused me for years.
This very thing made me rage in anger even though I was dead.
Why?
WHY DID HE HAVE TO ROLL IN THE BED WITH MY BODY'S RAPIST?
That thought itself brought me back from the depths of hell.
This was unfair.
So unfair.
He could have fallen for any other man and I wouldn't complain.
But my rapist?
No way in hell!!
I WILL NEVER! NEVER! ACCEPT THIS!
"A grudge hotter than hellfire has been born." That was when I encountered a voice. "Little one, the world has been extremely unfair to you. You have my pity."
The devil said when we met for the first time.
"H....elp me..." My voice choked, making me realise that I was in tears.
With a stern look he replied. "Every help comes with a price. Are you able to pay the price?"
The whisper of the devil sounded like the god's to me.
"You can have my soul. But help me...." I winced.
Then the devil said. "If you meet the price I want, then I can even give you a chance to get revenge."
At that moment, the devil became the god for me.
THE GOD WHO GAVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE.
TO GET MY OWN REVENGE ON THAT WORLD.
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A/N:This is book 2 of I am the second male lead. Please do read book 1 before moving forward with this story. The title has changed. Coz it needed to change at all cost. Stay tuned for the first chapter.
