Chapter 3
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My hands were stained with the blood of the traitorous surgeon, warm and sticky, before hitting the floor.
A strange feeling overwhelmed me: a terrifying mixture of ecstasy and mounting panic. It took hold of me after I plunged the knife into the traitor's neck. I fled the cursed house like a devil escaping hell, rushing madly through narrow, winding alleys. I ran mindlessly through the dark alleys for half an hour. My legs pushed me forward with hysterical force while my mind struggled to comprehend what I had done.
Perhaps it was the shock of killing someone for the first time, the strange euphoria creeping into my veins despite the horror of the act, or the fact that luck had once again abandoned me.
I continued to wander around the area like a blind man, a vicious circle of despair leading me back to the same starting point! You know what happened next. I was arrested by the police and spent five years in a gloomy cell in a juvenile detention center, followed by an endless series of unfortunate events that eventually led me to stand before this prosecutor. Then, I stood before this strange creature who calls himself a savior. What a ridiculous title!
The prosecutor looked at me with bright eyes that pierced the darkness around me, strange looks that carried a sparkle I did not understand. He asked me in a hoarse voice with a disgusting tone of superiority:
"Are you sure you really want to die? "Don't you aspire to eternal life and to stand at the top of the world with boundless magical power, you miserable creature?"
I looked at him with burning anger and shouted with all my might, my voice trembling with rage and despair.
"This is none of your business, you conceited fart!" Let me die in peace, that's all I ask!"
He looked at me for a moment, his searching eyes wandering around my pale face as if reading the hidden lines of my torn life's story. The pretender said he was an assistant of salvation, as if an idea had settled in his mind.
"Interesting... Very interesting. Now I understand why Taracus is interested in you, you little insect! Well, human, farewell... Until we meet again..."
My limbs froze, and I felt a chill run through my bones.
I looked at the assistant of salvation standing in front of me like a silent statue, my shock preventing me from comprehending his words. A terrible silence hung over the place for a moment before I screamed madly.
"You despicable son of a bitch! I never want to see you again. Let me go!"
But before I could finish, the assistant moved his hand in a quick, mysterious gesture, like a magician waving his wand. He touched my heart. Suddenly, my voice disappeared as if something had strangled my throat. I felt my consciousness scatter and fade away gradually, like smoke rising in the wind. A dark black void remained.
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Elsewhere, far away from my fading world,
In a spacious bedroom of a vast palace, filled with the scents of jasmine and musk, a woman's cries, mixed with hope and exhaustion, rang out. The intermittent sounds reflected the agony of labor and were punctuated by the anxious whispers of the maids around her.
"Ah! He's coming..."
Her words sounded like the announcement of the end of long suffering and the beginning of a new life.
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Outside the room, Nabil looked worried, his heart beating wildly between hope and fear. He paced back and forth on a shiny carpet embroidered with gold and silver threads, clenching his fingers so tightly that they turned pale, expressing his pent-up tension and growing anticipation.
"Don't worry, my lord! He has been blessed by heaven, so he will surely be born safely..."
A venerable priest wearing a white robe as bright as the moonlight said, his words bringing calm to the troubled soul.
"Wah!"
At that moment, a loud cry like a lion's roar rang out from the bedroom, its sound piercing the palace walls and freezing the nobleman in his place like an ancient tree with roots deep in the ground.
A few moments later, many maids and nurses came out with faces overflowing with joy and congratulations, bringing him the happy news of the birth.
"He's born! He's born, my lord! "It's a boy, healthy and with extraordinary strength!"