Frehja Journal Entry #267Today Lieutenant Tiro brought back an interesting person, a young man, about 14 years. He had a surprisingly bright red hair.
I thought he was bringing back the kid because they wanted to recruit him, but I was wrong.
He brought him back to be tortured for possible information and then executed.
I must say that I don"t approve this action and when I joined the Occasus Cult I thought they had a better moral standard.
Like, really?
They are going to torture a boy that is barely 14 years old.
G.o.d save my soul. I have a daughter at this age.
Seeing this really makes me sick and regret my decision.
I know that most people here just want to make the difference for humanity, but a lot of the people here really has some hatred issue and twisted mindset.
Unfortunately, I"m but a small Private, I can"t help the boy.
I pray that he dies soon, at least this way he might be freed from the pain.
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Frehja Journal Entry #270
How many days has it been? Three, four?
I lost the count.
They kept the young boy locked in the cell room. Every day they would go there, torture him and tease the boy.
Now, they are doing it just for fun since they know it is impossible for such kid to know any information that might be useful for us.
I"ll try and see if I can do something to at least ease some of the pain the kid might be suffering or will suffer in the future.
G.o.d have mercy on him.
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Frehja Journal Entry #271
I have applied myself to take care of the kid since no one had bothered to do it.
I can"t just sit idle anymore, I must at least make him a little more comfortable.
Today I met him face to face for the first time, and I must say that the aura coming from the kid was something a little off.
I was able to feel some lingering killing intent and bloodthirstiness, but I"m not sure if it"s really coming from the kid.
I mean, it"s impossible that someone at such young age would have already killed enough people to be able to develop and control his killing intent to this degree... Right?
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Frehja Journal Entry #272
b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!
Now they have gone too far.
Some of the members even raped the poor kid. The tortures are getting worse and worse.
I really can"t watch this anymore. I"m close of breakdown and asking for transference to another place.
I just don"t do it because I"m worried that the situation might get worst, after all, I"m the only person on this entire outpost that takes care of this kid.
I"m starting to question my beliefs and the objective of the Occasus Cult.
G.o.d have mercy of that poor soul.
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Frehja Journal Entry #275
I knew something was bound to happen, but not like this...
The red-haired boy killed everyone on the outpost, I don"t know how he did.
I was away on a scouting mission and when we got back, everyone was dead.
The moment we entered in the base the first thing we saw was him, waiting for us.
He was very fast and deadly, he killed my comrades that were beside me in the blink of an eye.
I didn"t react. Or should I say I couldn"t allow myself to.
After he finished off my last comrade he walked toward me.
His entire body was drenched in blood. Every step he took left behind a blood mark on the ground.
He smiled.
I was able to tell, It was a cold and mad grin.
"Don"t worry, I won"t kill you." He said to me. "You were the only one that cared about me... I appreciate that. For this reason, I allow you to keep your life."
With those last words, he disappeared from the outpost.
I blankly stared the way he left for a long while before I returned to my senses and left the outpost.
I have thought a lot about what happened this last days.
I decided to leave the Occasus Cult.
But even if I ran away all my life, I"ll forever remember that red-haired boy with a mad smile on his face.
From that day forward I knew that a monster had been born on this universe.
The Occasus Cult is going to suffer under the hands of this... Devil.
A mad and bloodthirsty Devil.
May G.o.d pardon me, pardon me for letting this Devil get away and not tried to stop him when I had the chance.