"Ahh That child's hair, what, how is it white? ”

"White, white...... This is the devil's child! ”

"If we kill the demon's child, we will all be retaliated by the demon, right?"

"So what to do? Can only ......"

Because I was born with gray hair, I was considered by the ignorant villagers to be the son of a demon.

So I witnessed how my mother was burned alive.

This is called fate. Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't know what the word "fate" meant.

Everything that happened that day, it was so natural.

I have been orphaned ever since...... The only orphan in the village who has to rely on his own strength to find food.

Because it's the so-called "son of the devil".

The villagers think that the demon represents an ominous person, but they don't know that they are more like demons when they burn innocent people.

Although I have an endless hatred for the villagers, I also understand that it is impossible for people to live alone in this world.

You can only deal with it with a false smile.

"What's your name?" Everyone knows it's not allowed to talk to me. However, one day, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old still spoke to me in a daze.

“…… Name? ”

"Ah, by the way, you have to introduce yourself before asking someone's name. My name is Lucy Philo and I'm thirteen years old. ”

"I'm ...... Monster. ”

"No, don't say that, gray hair or something, it sounds handsome, doesn't it?"

Led by Lucy Philo and running towards her secret base, I didn't expect this girl to be so naïve.

"From now on, this will be our home!"

If you find out, you'll die a miserable death......

Looking at the smile on Lucy Philo's face, I felt a deep guilt and a desire to stay away from her.

Since it's me who is unknown, then, as long as you don't communicate with her, you won't make her ominous too, right?

But in the end, it was discovered...... The more I refused, the more the girl sought me.

But the villagers did not dare to kill me, and they could only vent their anxiety and fear by torturing the young Lucy Philo.

From that moment on, an idea arose in my heart.

Why don't I take advantage of the villagers' fear of me to kill them completely?

My plan began.

No one will resist the attack of the Demon Child, because they know that the power of the Demon is definitely not something that humans can compete with.

The white hair on my head was dyed blood red, and I looked at the old village chief who fell at my feet, and an inexplicable excitement took over my thoughts.

At that time, I was preparing to carry out a massacre in the village.

At that time, an exorcist from the mountains heard the old village chief's screams before he died.

At that time, a young girl named Lucy Philo showed the villagers her blood-colored eyes, which represented disaster......