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I WROTE THIS STORY MOSTLY IN ENGLISH BECAUSE I HAVE READERS INTERNATIONALLY WHO HAVE READ ALL OF MY BOOKS.
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Two Of Hearts
NO ONE'S POV
The Devil.
The devil is real.
It is not a creature with horns and wings, as folklore often depicts.
The devil is a human being created by God, blending seamlessly into society.
There are many such devils scattered across the world, masquerading as virtuous individuals.
They are so widespread that you won't recognize them unless they expose their true nature.
"Baby, Syrah, meet your stepfather, Gordon." Syrah was only six years old when her mother married into the wealthy Cameron family.
As Syrah grew older, she came to understand that she had no father because her biological father was a reckless and irresponsible man.
Her real father was a rapist Korean who knew nothing but how to loiter in clubs.
He got Syrah's mother pregnant and then abandoned her, forcing her to return to the Philippines, leaving behind her life as an overseas worker.
Syrah's mother raised her alone, and Syrah witnessed firsthand the hardships her mother endured.
Now, she was relieved and happy that her mother had found a partner to share her life with.
"Hello, Syrah, this is me. I'm your new dad." Those were the words of Gordon Cameron, the man who became Syrah's stepfather.
At first glance, Gordon appeared to be a kind and gentle person.
Throughout his year-long courtship with Syrah's mother, he displayed remarkable patience and devotion, demonstrating how much he loved her.
However, despite his apparent kindness, the young Syrah could not accept Gordon as her father. In her innocence, she still longed for her real father.
With her mother's marriage to Gordon, their lives underwent a dramatic change.
They moved from the squalor of their cramped quarters in the slums to the grandeur of a Cameron mansion.
Life in the mansion was a stark contrast to their previous existence.
Syrah's mother no longer had to work tirelessly doing laundry for other people because Gordon provided for them generously, fulfilling the role of a provider as any father should.
Initially, Gordon seemed like an angel because of his benevolence.
Every month, he would bring flowers for the mother and daughter.
He treated Syrah as if she were his own child, and he doted on them both, making them feel like a princess and a queen.
Gordon was the epitome of a perfect husband and father.
He gave everything to the two women he professed to love.
On the surface, he was an angelic figure, a Cameron by name and by reputation.
A celebrated actor and model, he was adored by the public, who saw him as a shining star.
Yet, behind this polished exterior lay a darker truth.
Gordon harbored a malevolent side, a devilish nature that he concealed beneath his charming facade.
In the early days, his kindness seemed boundless.
He showered Syrah and her mother with affection and gifts, creating an idyllic life for them in the Cameron mansion.
He made sure Syrah's mother never had to lift a finger, taking care of all their needs and more.
But as time went on, subtle cracks began to appear in his perfect persona.
Little things at first-an offhand comment, a flash of anger quickly suppressed, a controlling edge to his concern.
Syrah, still yearning for the father she never knew, began to sense the duality in Gordon's nature.
She saw glimpses of his true self, the darkness that lurked beneath his kind smile.
It scared her, but she couldn't articulate her fears, feeling trapped by the apparent generosity and affection he showed.
For Syrah's mother, the transition to a life of comfort and luxury was initially a dream come true.
She was grateful for the support and love that Gordon provided.
Yet, she too began to notice the changes.
The man who had seemed so perfect, so angelic, began to reveal a controlling and manipulative side.
His generosity came with unspoken conditions, his affection laced with possessiveness.
Gordon's true nature was a devil in disguise.
From a young age, Syrah encountered a demon lurking in the shadows.
To be precise, it hid in the basement of their home-a basement they were strictly forbidden to enter.
One seemingly innocent day, while playing hide and seek with her mother, fate decided to intervene.
"Pagbilang ko ng sampu, dapat nakatago ka na, anak," Syrah's mother said, covering her eyes with her hands.
"Isa..."
"Dalawa..."
Excitedly, Syrah darted to a corner of the house, clutching her doll tightly.
However, as she crouched in her hiding spot, she realized it was too obvious.
She scanned the area and noticed the stairs leading to the underground basement.
Despite the stern warnings to stay away, her curiosity was piqued.
Initially, she hesitated at the top of the stairs, the dark entrance to the basement looming before her.
But the thrill of the game and her desire to find the perfect hiding spot overcame her apprehension.
She descended the stairs and entered the forbidden basement.
Giggling quietly, she leaned against the door, confident in her clever choice.
The room was filled with metal boxes-shiny, polished, and eerily pristine.
The basement was surprisingly clean, without a trace of dust.
It seemed well-used, though she couldn't understand why.
The air was thick with a pungent, rotting odor, but she paid it no mind, her excitement overshadowing any discomfort.
Spotting an open metal box, she decided it was the perfect place to hide.
She climbed inside, the heavy lid creaking as she closed it behind her, squeezing herself into the spacious interior.
There was ample room for her small frame, and she noticed a small hole in one corner, allowing a sliver of light to penetrate and offering a view of the room outside.
Clutching her doll, she covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, feeling triumphant in her clever hiding spot.
Meanwhile, her mother began the search, calling out her name and checking all the usual hiding places.
She scoured the house as if searching for a precious lost jewel.
She looked under beds, inside closets, in the lower kitchen cabinets-every nook and cranny where a small child might fit. But Syrah was nowhere to be found.
Exasperated and a bit anxious, she paused to think.
Then it hit her-the basement. Her heart sank as she realized her disobedient, curious child might have ventured into the one place she was forbidden to go.
Driven by a mix of worry and determination, she made her way to the basement door.
Despite the rule, she felt compelled to follow her intuition and check the basement.
As she entered the dimly lit basement, Syrah watched her through the small hole in the metal box, holding her breath in anticipation.
The sight of the metal boxes-shaped like coffins-sent a chill down her mother's spine.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and the foul, decaying smell grew stronger, filling her with dread.
"Honey, I'm home!" Gordon's voice echoed from the entrance, signaling his arrival from work.
Syrah's mother ignored him, focused solely on finding her daughter before her husband discovered they had entered the forbidden basement.
She approached one of the metal boxes near Syrah's hiding place, her hands trembling as she reached for the lid.
She opened it, and her heart shattered at the gruesome sight inside.
A scream tore from her throat as she gazed upon the lifeless body of an elderly woman, her corpse stuffed into the coffin-like metal box.
The discovery was horrifying.
The woman's face was contorted in a final expression of terror, her body unnaturally twisted to fit inside the box.
The reality of the situation crashed down on her mother, the shocking truth of the demon hiding in their home finally revealed.
As she stood there, frozen in horror, the pieces began to fall into place.
The basement, the forbidden boxes, the putrid smell-it all made a grotesque kind of sense now.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as the weight of the revelation settled over her.
Syrah, oblivious to the full extent of the horror, watched through the small hole, her heart pounding as she sensed something was terribly wrong.
Her mother's scream echoed in the confined space, filling her with a primal fear.
Her scream of terror revealed her location to Gordon.
Before heading to the basement where his wife was, he first grabbed a knife from the kitchen, the cold steel reflecting his dark intent.
When he reached the basement, he saw Syrah's mother frantically opening the boxes, her hands trembling as if searching for something amidst her rising panic.
Each box she opened revealed the corpses of different people, their lifeless eyes staring back at her, filling her with an overwhelming, paralyzing fear.
"What do you think you're doing?" The darkness in his tone was unmistakable, sending a shiver down Syrah's mother's spine.
Syrah's mother turned to face her husband, her eyes widening in horror and tears streaming down her face as she saw the knife he was holding, its blade glinting menacingly in the dim light.
"Didn't I tell you this place is off-limits?" Gordon said, his eyes darkening with rage, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Meanwhile, Syrah, hiding in a box, remained concealed, her small body curled tightly around her doll, oblivious to the full extent of the unfolding horror but sensing the danger in the air.
She didn't dare come out, frightened by the fury she saw on Gordon's face.
She couldn't hear their conversation, but she sensed the looming threat.
"G-Gordon, b-bakit may mga bangkay dito?" Syrah's mother stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped back in horror, her legs trembling until she collapsed onto the box where her daughter was hiding.
"Morgue... Didn't I tell you this place was off-limits? What are you doing here?" Gordon's voice was cold, devoid of any compassion.
"Why do you have bodies here?" Syrah's mother asked again, her voice shaking with fear, her heart pounding in her chest as her mind raced to comprehend the gruesome scene before her.
"That's not important," Gordon replied dismissively, his tone growing more menacing with each step he took towards her.
"Did you kill them? D-diba sila iyong n-nasa balitang mga missing? Why are they here?" she asked, her voice trembling, her breath coming in short gasps as her husband moved closer, the space between them shrinking with each passing second.
"You ask too many questions, Krisha. It's really irritating. Why do you women always have to interfere with our lives?" Gordon said with a sneer, his hand tightening around the knife handle as he approached her.
As he closed the distance, Gordon's face twisted with malevolence.
He wrapped his hand around his wife's neck, his grip tightening like a vice.
Syrah's mother gasped, her hands clawing at his, trying to break free, but his strength was overwhelming.
Syrah, still hidden, peered through a small crack in the box, her eyes wide with terror as she watched the horrifying scene unfold.
Her mother's desperate struggle sent waves of panic through her small body, but she remained silent, too scared to make a sound.
The basement echoed with the sounds of the struggle, Syrah's mother's choked gasps, and the terrifyingly calm breaths of Gordon.
He leaned in close, his voice a cold whisper in her ear.
"You should have listened."
With a final, forceful squeeze, Syrah's mother's struggles ceased.
Her body went limp, her eyes losing their light. Gordon released his grip, letting her lifeless form slump to the floor.
Pero hindi pa roon nagtatapos ang lahat.
Despite Syrah's mother losing consciousness, Gordon laid her body on the floor right next to the metal box where Seyren was hiding.
Syrah's world seemed to stop as she saw her mother lying on the floor, eyes wide open but lifeless.
It was a gruesome sight for the child.
She watched in horror as Gordon slit Krisha's throat, her blood splattering across the floor and the nearby box.
Syrah held her breath as she witnessed Gordon stabbing her mother multiple times and then violating her lifeless body.
She couldn't make a sound, paralyzed with fear, and tears streamed down her face.
After Gordon finished his horrendous act, he realized what he had done.
Despite his monstrous actions, he had genuinely loved Krisha.
Overwhelmed by guilt and regret, he stood up and rushed out, intent on finding Krisha's daughter to apologize.
He had no intention of harming the child; he just wanted to beg for forgiveness and perhaps live a new life with the kid.
As Gordon left the basement, Syrah's trembling, emerged from her hiding spot.
"Ma~" her voice cracked as she called out for her mother, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
"Ma," she shook her mother's body, hoping she was just asleep.
Being only six years old, what did she know of death?
What did a child know about demons, death, and the cruelty of the world?
Nothing.
She knew nothing.
"Mama~" she whispered, hugging her mother's lifeless body.
Her sobs echoed in the basement, catching Gordon's attention.
He hurried back into the basement and saw the child hugging Krisha's blood-soaked head.
The sight gripped his heart with an angelic force, overwhelming him with guilt.
He knelt down and approached the child.
Seyren quickly moved away, her eyes filled with fear and pain, breaking Gordon's heart.
"Forgive me, Syrah. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just overcome with anger," he pleaded.
He reached out for the child, crawling on all fours like a dog towards Syrah, who continued to back away, her eyes never leaving him.
Sa pag-atras naman ng bata, kanyang natapakan ang kutsilyong ginamit ni Gordon.
Her gaze fell upon the knife she had stepped on.
In her fear of being caught by Gordon, she grabbed it and ran towards him.
She stabbed her stepfather right in the neck. Her cries of agony echoed through the room.
Gordon couldn't fight back due to the swiftness of the attack.
Syrah's vision darkened, and as Gordon's blood splattered on her cheek, it felt as though a demon whispered to her to repeat her actions.
Without hesitation, she withdrew the knife from her stepfather's throat, now lying lifeless on the floor.
She repeated her actions. Five, six, seven, ten stabs, mimicking what Gordon had done earlier.
With each plunge of the knife into Gordon's throat, his blood continued to spatter onto Seyren's face.
When she finished, she buried the knife in Gordon's chest before collapsing from exhaustion.
The sight of her parents lying unconscious on the floor made her stomach churn.
She cried and cried until her heart and mind grew weary.
Feeling drowsy, the little girl lay down next to her mother and fell asleep.
When she opened her eyes, she was in a different room.
Unlike the dark basement she had fallen asleep in, this new room was draped in white.
She recognized the family she saw. They were Gordon's relatives.
It turns out Gordon's sibling had visited the mansion and discovered the gruesome aftermath of the crime.
They knew of their younger brother's depravity but hadn't expected it to escalate to this.
As a result, they decided to adopt Syrah. The older Cameron took her into his home, treated her as his own child, and loved her as if she were his blood.
For Syrah, everything happened too quickly, causing her to withdraw from interacting with others.
When she moved into the mansion, the older Cameron's child didn't look kindly upon her.
She tried to change, but she had etched into her mind that the world was filled with demons.
And that day, something in her was awakened.
Like a beast being disturbed in sleep.
The devil is real.
And all the devil must be eradicated.
Philippines News
Ladies and gentlemen, we bring you breaking news of a monumental development. In an unprecedented turn of events, the notorious figure known as Red Bull, a psychopathic criminal responsible for a global string of disappearances, has voluntarily surrendered to authorities. In a chilling confession, he admitted to the murders of countless individuals, revealing that his heinous acts were carried out with the unwitting assistance of Gordon Cameron, whom he manipulated into complicity.
In a tragic parallel, Cameron was discovered dead in his mansion alongside his wife. Miraculously, their daughter survived the ordeal. Authorities have launched a comprehensive investigation to uncover the circumstances surrounding the deaths of the couple and the sparing of their child. As details unfold, the world watches with bated breath, eager for answers and justice.
And that's just the beginning.
Well...
This is the beginning.
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