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"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."

Taehyung's heart ached as he thought back to his past. He had stopped jogging and was now alone, still walking by the river.

He hated being stuck in this human body. Stuck with these humane feelings, that could hurt more than the torture that troubled souls endured in hell.

He hated how much pain words and memories could cause, and how weak he was, compared to his past forms. How his body ached when he hurt himself or how his heart beat uncontrollably when around the man he was supposed to be manipulating.

What he had told Jimin a while ago, hadn't been the full truth. There was so much more to his past, and it hurt so damn much.

《Flashback of the Past》

Long long ago, God created a being molded after perfection. This creature was so blindingly beautiful, so incredibly wise and so powerful that it stood just beneath God.

This special angel was given the name Lucifer. It meant 'Morning Star'.

Lucifer was loved by all, especially by God, who loved his new child more than anything. His home was heaven, a glorious place of infinite beauty and pristine serenity.

But one day, Lucifer became so impressed with his own beauty, intelligence, power, and position that he began to desire for himself the honor and glory that belonged to God alone. The sin that corrupted Lucifer was self-generated pride.

God was sad to see his creation rebel against him, but he could not destroy this creature he loved so much, so he instead decided to only punish it.

“Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor.”

As a result of this sin against God, Lucifer was banished from heaven. His angel wings were taken, and he was stripped of his powers and position. His name was changed from Lucifer to Satan.

Bound to the pit of hell, and filled with anger, resentment and the need for revenge, he claimed his place as ruler of the underworld and made his new home there. He became colder and more ruthless than before, acquiring new dark powers, that further corrupted his soul.

His plan to overthrow God reached its climax, when he learned of a special prophecy that would involve him and six other human men.

If he would accept being reborn as a human with a deadly sin and holy virtue manifested inside him, he would one day have ultimate power and rule the world together with the six others. All he had to do was bring out their sins.

The toll was that he would feel human weaknesses, experience their mundane feelings and have their basic needs. He would feel hunger and thirst amongst other things. He would forget his past until the moment of revelation, as well as his true identity.

But if this was the only way to fulfill his plan, then Lucifer would do it.

That Lucifer was and still is me. I went by countless names in different languages and cultures, but everyone knew a version of my story, whether it was true or not.

And finally, I was born as a human in the korean city of Daegu, on a cold winter night. From then on I was known as Kim Taehyung, and my immortal soul and dark memories were gone. They would reappear when the right time came.

《8 Years Later》

"Eomma!" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks as I saw the crumpled body of my mother lying on the floor, beaten and bruised.

Her eyes were red and swollen, but she still tried to look up at me, as tears rimmed the edge of her eyes. "Tae Tae my dear, please don't cry." She said softly, her voice shaking as she tried to suppress a whimper.

I sobbed and cowered down beside her, trying to drag her limp and pale body up with my frail arms. My eyes widened as I saw blood soaking the stomach region of her blue dress. It had been the dress my father had given her on their first anniversary, back when their love still had been innocent, genuine and beautiful.

"Eomma! Please don't die. Please don't leave me!" I begged, hugging her cold body as if my life depended on it.

Her breathing was uneven and ragged, and beads of sweat ran down her paling face, as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"T-Taehyung! Please take care of your little sister, a-and make sure your brother doesn't-t cause t-trouble anymore."

"Eomma stop talking like that! You won't die, I won't let it happen!"

Her hand struggled to reach my head, shaking as if jolts of electricity ran through her veins. Reaching my hair, she gently ran her hands through it, silently giving me all the love she had to offer in her last moments.

The terrified little boy that I was, desperately clutched his mother's hand.
"Jeong Gyu!" I cried for my brother, "Help! Eomma is hurt!"

I heard rushed footsteps bolt down the stairs of our house. But before my brother could reach the kitchen, it was already too late.

"I love you Taehyung."

Those were the last words I heard from my beloved mother, barely a whisper, before she took her last breath and closed her eyes for all eternity. Her mouth was still open, as if she had still wanted to say something.

I cried and let out a piercing scream of agony, as I clung to her lifeless body, asking myself what I had done to deserve this insufferable pain. Asking myself over and over again who would have dared to take away the life of such a precious and beloved person.

My mother: My only love and my only hope. She had been the light of my life, and it had died out, leaving behind a darkness that threatened to reenter my soul.

My brother was just as shattered and heartbroken as I was, but I saw something sinister in his eyes. I saw the anger and his burning hunger for revenge.

As my elder brother prepared to murder my father for the evil deed he had done, I didn't even blink.

I became still and lifeless, slowly filling up with more and more of the darkness I had once harbored. My empty shell sullenly stared off into the distance.

I didn't stop Jeong Gyu as he took the biggest kitchen knife he could find, and determinedly stalked off to kill the coldhearted man who had ruined our lives.

Something within me snapped, and in a painful explosion of thoughts and memories, I suddenly remembered who I used to be. Flashbacks of my cruel past haunted me in mere seconds.

I realized that I was Lucifer, and it dawned on me, that this unbearable suffering had to be part of God's punishment.

My desire for revenge was greater than ever. First the creator had ruined my life, and taken me from my true home and angelic brothers and sisters, and then he had taken the very spirit and joy of my family. I could not let this go unpunished. Now I had even more reasons for revenge.

I stood up and wiped away my tears. The weak, shy and innocent boy that I had once been, had died along with his mother. In his place was a ruthless and menacing boy, filled with immense hate, ready to do anything for redemption.

God had to pay for what he had done.

And I swore to my mother,
that I would make him pay.