*WARNING. This chapter contains graphic content. Proceed with caution.
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Next. The girl went back to the village stables and got some ropes.The thought and what had just happened was never particularly part of her plan but she did as she goes, in her excuse, she simply thought of it as a parting gift. Seeing as how her mother was so inconsiderate of her kindness she ponders on how much worse her father would be. No, she doesn't even have to guess that. But she thought of how it was only fair that she'd give everyone one last chance before showing them her kind of mercy. So she went back to her old home to see where her father was.
Lupa lit out a new lamp and entered the house, the place never did change throughout her growing years but only worsened, she walked further and found him lying on the bed. The man was passed out drunk again and asleep so she approached him.
'He reeks of booze, did he bathe in it? For goodness sake father'. She sighed as she pulled something from her pocket and put it in his mouth before she watched over her father.
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The man, who couldn't sleep when even the faintest spark of light is lit so he was awoken from what felt like hours of sleep in irritation but only a few minutes had passed for Lupa. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned.
"Damn it, who lit the darn lamp?"
"Are you awake father?", his daughter asked, squatting by the side of her father's almost floor leveled bed. Resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on her palms with the lamp beside her.
"Who?", the man asked but when he turned his head, he was thwarted to see that it was only his daughter.
"Oh, it's just you. Get the hell out of here or else I'll hit you with the belt again", he said as he yawned even more trying to go back to sleep. If he wasn't tired, he'd have pulled her hair already not knowing that his daughter had made him swallow opium.
Instead of asking the same question she had asked her mother, the girl thought of something else because she found it repulsive to ask her most abuser of such a question when he not even so much as held her without violence.
"Hmm, now that I think about it, even as a baby you never once held me in your arms and cradled me to sleep haven't you? Or fed me, bathed me, clothed me. It was mostly just mother although she was also pretty shitty at her job as a parent. I was mostly covered in my own waste until I was old enough to change it myself. I'm surprised I even survived through all that". Since her reincarnations, she never really cared much for anything else, not even her parents but she just thought that it would brought about more of a dramatic effect for the play if she acted in such a way. More convincing for her god.
"Shut the fuck up, useless piece of crap", her father grunted as he tried to concentrate on going back to sleep not knowing he was slowly being poisoned.
"Hey Eric, you never really wanted a child unless it was a boy didn't you?"
"Tsk! That's right but what can I do, your mother still decided to raise you", he didn't even noticed that she didn't use any formality.
'Yeah, obviously'. The girl thought. But she had always found it funny how his voice would soften whenever he mentions anything about his wife even when he is mad.
"Hoo~?…What's this, you still love her despite everything she's put you through?", she tilted her head and stared at her father, when really she's just staring into nothing.
The man's eyebrows frowned as he glared at his daughter. Now that she's grown enough to talk, she sure does knows how to talk back.
"You little wench" The girl grinned maniacally as her wicked thoughts unraveled in her head. It may just seem like a young child trying to have a heart to heart conversation with her parent but really…this one is just fooling around.
"No matter how angry you get at her, you never hit her. No matter how many times she cheats on you, you let her. You love everything about that woman down to her last drop of blood". The man was tired, and he didn't want to deal with a nagging child when he's got a massive headache. He wished that the kid would just be struck by lighting.
"'Ahh, this brat is so whinny why don't she just get struck by lighting and drop dead already?'… Is what you thought of just now, right?". The man's eyes jolted awake as he felt chills run down his spine from his child's perfect assumption. It was exactly as how he thought of.
Lupa knew of his usual expression all too well that she didn't even have to guess. He had said it to her a thousand times after all, as he was beating her.
He grit his teeth. It was happening again, he suddenly got scared of his own child for no apparent reason. He ought to teach this kid a lesson for making him feel inferior but as he got up he was frozen midway through when she raised her voice that it only made him feel more confounded.
"I have some of her blood as well!". Lupa exclaimed even without changing her calm expression. Her tone, her voice…it sounded so unnerving as she stared at her father with a cold gaze. And with the light from the lamp, her eye color matched with her mother's even more clearly.
"...So, why don't you love me? I'm your daughter after all!". Her voice trembled as she said those words, feigning so pained and hurt, even down to the untruthful tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.
A teary child desperately begging for her father's affection must look pleasing in the theatre but in the man's eyes, he saw nothing else but a menacing beast. It bought yet another wave of chills, until, a horrific thought of his appeared. A realization that what's in front of him was not a child at all but rather something else….A devil.
"You…what did you do…"
Lupa grinned, proud of the man. At least her father is a lot smarter than her mother, now she knows from whom she has inherited her brain from.
"Father, I have to thank you…". The girl stood up.
"Tch! You fucking bitch. What have you done--", he tried to get up but failed. He had only just realized then that he couldn't move. With thick ropes from his wrists to his legs, his limbs were tied to the side of the bed. He stirred as best he could but the ropes were tightly settled. She had to tie them in a special way, her father was in the military after all so he would've known how to escape from simple knots.
"What have you done! How dare you do this to your own father!". As the man struggled to be untangled, Lupa took out a scrap of old paper, a firewood and the unlit lamp of the house and picked up an empty bottle of rum from the many that was scattered all over the messy floor. Recalling the times she tried to give her father a saving grace.
"...For this brilliance I inherited from you" She continued her sentence and placed the items off the side of the bed and took out the pillow from under his head.
"You ungrateful bitch! A spawn of the devil like you could have never come from me! What have you done to your mother! When I get out of this, I'm gonna teach you a lesson! You'll fucking see, I'll fucking kill you--"
*CRASH!*
She hit the bottle hard on the wooden bed and it shattered, the broken pieces of glass scattered all over the ground while half of it still intact but now its sharp edge body is within her grasp. Standing near his good leg, she looked at her old man like one would to a dead fly…
"So many questions. You'll know soon enough"
…and stabbed him.
The man screamed in anguish. But he had opened his mouth which was exactly what Lupa was after, she quickly leaped on top of him, placed the pillow on his head and shoved it into his mouth with the firewood. If she hadn't healed herself or escaped from all his beating, she would've been long dead by now. No wonder why the original Lupa was known to be a child of the streets in the book. Anywhere else was better than home.
She pushed and pushed the firewood into his mouth until it was deep enough that the pillow couldn't be pulled out. Her father squirmed as she does this trying to break free but soon he began to struggle catching his breath. Breaking a bit of sweat, she took the unlit lamp and splattered the lard from it all over the pillow in his mouth, his body and the bed, then, with the scrap paper, she ignited it with the fire from the other lit lamp and set her own father on fire.
"GHRRNN!!!", all that could be heard was the man's muffled screams. Even if the ropes were to melt off he would suffocate to death first before it happens, Lupa made sure of it.
Panting from her rampage, she sat herself down the ground just a few distance away from the burning bed. With a wide smile on her face as her eyes widened with excitement from the sight. She couldn't be more satisfied than watching her father burn to death. She sat there, still, for minutes on end until eventually there were no more desperate wailing to be heard and the man had met the same end as his beloved wife. Burnt to a crisp, lifeless, suffocated and roasted as the smell of burnt meat filled her nose and grumbled her tummy, the flames reflecting on her glistening eyes.
When the fire started to spread and the neighbors began to notice the scrumptious smell, she simply got up, examined the house and sighed.
"Goodbye, smelly old house, I thank you for raising me", she said tapping on the door frame then fled into the darkness of the night with her lamp swinging by her arm leading her the way gleefully.
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The original Lupa, cherished and respected her parents greatly despite how they treated her that's why she ended up dead and burnt to a crisp in a pot hole behind their house and left to be eaten by dogs the next morning. But I like to treat people respectively according to how they treat me as a token of my humanity.