Chapter 2

For three days now, Mike has been locked up in the dungeon.

Without food.

He looked miserable, his clothes dirty and full of blood.

It was not a pleasant life. "I can't live like this. I have to escape, but. How?"

Mike looked around. He looked for an opening to get out.

But there was no way for him to get out. While the door for someone to enter the basement was at the top. And it would open if someone pressed a button.

Suddenly, the door opened and set up the stairs. He knew someone was coming.

And it turned out to be his brother. Azka Bramastan, he was the first child of his mother.

Azka slowly approached his brother.

"What are you doing?" Mike said, Azka felt his shirt pocket. He pulled out some bread and milk for his brother.

"You take this, eat it."

Azka said.

"But, what if someone finds out?"

"Don't worry, Dad and all the servants have left. I invited all the servants to a party because it's my wedding to that woman."

"Huh!?"

Mike was shocked, as he had killed his wife. Now he was marrying another woman.

"What about mom? Is she okay?"

Hearing her brother's words, Azka fell silent. She didn't know what to say. She saw everything that had happened to her mother.

"Mom."

"Mom is gone, dad burned mom alive."

"What!?" She was shocked.

"He burned her?" Azka nodded, Mike's body went limp. He never thought his mother would be killed by burning.

"He has no conscience."

"Be patient, we'll get rid of dad later." Azka said, Mike looked at Azka with a deep gaze.

"Azka, come with me."

"Where to?"

Mike held Azka's hand, he grasped it. And looked at Azka with a piercing gaze. Azka was a little scared, her brother was like a monster and his face was full of vengeance.

"Die" said Mike, he took the knife that was on Azka's shirt. The knife was to protect Azka if someone attacked her.

"No! Don't let go." Azka said frightened, She tried to release her sister's grip. But the grip was very strong.

Mike pulled the knife out of its holder.

"Aakkhh!!!!" Azka pulled her hand with all her might, and finally her hand was released.

"Why? Are you going to stay with that demon man?" Mike said, He was disappointed that Azka preferred to obey Miko.And didn't seem to care about her mother.

"No! I can't. Don't do that to yourself. Give me the knife!"

Azka asked for the knife back. But Mike was silent.

"You're like him, you've been seduced by that demon man.

I'm disappointed in you, I thought you loved mom and me too but I was wrong. You never cared about us!"

"No! Don't think like that. Our situation now is very messy, don't kill yourself."

"I'd rather die and stop suffering. Instead of having to live in suffering."

Mike aimed his fist at his neck.

"Mike!"Azka shouted, trying to grab the knife. But Mike immediately backed away until Azka couldn't reach it because it was blocked by the prison iron.

"Mike, you think death will make you calm. Do you think you won't be tortured after you die?"

"If it were like that, all humans would have done the same thing a long time ago.

Because they have suffered so much. But we don't know what we'll be like when we die."

"I don't care anymore, I can't live like this. If there was a mother maybe I couldn't survive. But, but now mom is gone."

"No! No! Even though she's dead, she can see us. Please don't do that, what if mom sees you hurting yourself. Won't that make her disappointed."

"We can fight together Mike! Don't do it!"

There was no longer someone who could make him survive. With a pitiful look, Mike scratched his own neck.

He smiled before leaving Azka.

Azka was shocked to witness the scene. Blood flowed freely from Mike's neck, and Mike fell lifeless.

"Mike!" Azka screamed at the top of her lungs. She tried to break the metal blocking them.

But the metal was so strong.

"MIKE!!!" Azka couldn't hold back her tears anymore. Her tears flowing, she looked down sadly at her brother's death.

"AZKA BRAMASTAN!!!"

Miko's shout echoed through the room.

She had been found out, angrily Miko shouted for her.

She found the room open and sure enough it was her son, Azka.

Azka looked at Miko with tears in her eyes. Miko went over to her and saw Mike who was already lying down and his neck was about to break.

Suddenly her mistress also arrived, still in her wedding dress.

"Oh my God!" She was shocked to see a son so horribly murdered.

"Dad, Mike is dead. He killed himself." Azka said tearfully.

"Why did you enter this room without my permission!!?" Miko said firmly, Azka did not answer she was still staring at her sister who had left her.

Ppllak!!!!

A very hard slap from Miko to Azka, made Azka fall down the corner of her lips bleeding. He looked at his father with a weakened state.

Miko pulled the collar of her son's shirt.

"Answer? Why do you dare to disobey my orders? I have told you all. No one can enter this room except me and without my permission."

"I'm sorry dad, but I can't watch Mike starve." Miko saw some bread in the prison. She gave Azka a sharp look.

"Do you dare to disobey my orders?"

"No dad, no I'm sorry."

Miko pulled Azka by the collar until she stood up.

She dragged Azka away from the room.

"No father, No! NO!!!"

She cried, she was so sad.

"You must be punished! You have disobeyed my orders. You must accept the consequences." Miko forcibly pulled Azka away.

While his mistress left because she couldn't bear to look at Mike's body whose head was about to fall off.

"No dad forgive Azka, Azka won't do it again forgive Azka."

"Dad, please forgive Azka."

Miko ignored her son's words. She still took Azka away even though Azka had asked for forgiveness.

But there was no forgiveness in Miko. Her heart was filled with a darkness that made her cruel.