Chapter 142: The Mark of the Curse and the Age of Burning
The Black Mark on Diyari's Back
The darkness of the night slithered along the walls of the house like thick tar. The air was heavy with the pungent scent of sulfur and blood. Diyari's grandmother, ensconced in that shadowed room, used her withered fingers to trace a cursed image into the very air. The sorcery she unleashed this time didn't just seize Rina's mind; it targeted the very flesh of Diyari's body. A magic where pain manifested as an image, and the image became death itself.
Diyari stood in the center of the room when, suddenly, he felt a violent fire ignite within his spine. It felt as though a red-hot sword was being driven through his skin. With an unprecedented scream of agony, he collapsed to his knees. The clothes on his back scorched away, revealing a black mark—like a twisting serpent with a single crimson eye at its center. This was the "Mark of Family Treachery," etched into him by his grandmother's malice.
Diyari: (In a raspy voice, choked with screams) "Ah... my back! Grandmother... what have you done? What is this fire melting my very bones? Was my silence and loyalty not enough for you? Why must you turn my body into a canvas for your hatred?"
The Spell's Effect on the Child
At that moment, the child in Rina's arms underwent a chilling transformation. The infant's face turned as pale as a white candle, and for a fleeting second, his small eyes became a void of pitch black. The child began to cry—a sound that was not a baby's wail, but the groan of a suffering soul. Every time the mark on Diyari's back pulsed with light, the child trembled more violently.
Rina: (Looking at the child with immense terror, then glaring at Diyari) "You... what are you doing to him? Look at the child! He is suffocating! Your grandmother is right—you are a curse! No matter how close you are, that black wound on your back emits a poisonous light that destroys the child. Get out! You are not just a beggar; you are the murderer of your own son!"
The Dialogue of Peak Agony and Madness
Diyari, with his scorched back, tried to move toward Rina to tell her that he, too, was a victim, but every step felt like walking on glowing nails.
Diyari: (With a deep sob that shook his entire frame) "Rina... please... listen! This mark is not mine; it is the fingerprint of my grandmother! She wants to make it seem like I am harming the child so you will hate me even more. Look at my back... this is my own blood dripping! How can you say I am a murderer? My heart has turned to ash just so you could stay here!"
Rina: (With a loud voice full of revulsion) "Silence! Your voice is like the hissing of a snake to my brain! You claim to be loyal? Is loyalty having a body filled with black marks and sorcery? Look at the child, how pale he has become! Every ugliness and mindlessness in the world is gathered in you. You are just a body moved by magic! I am suffocating in this dark mist you brought with you!"
Diyari: (With a primal roar toward the sky) "Why is life so unfaithful? Why do those we burn our souls for come and burn our bodies with fire? Grandmother! You won the contest! You made Rina see me as a demon. You made even my child suffer with every beat of my heart. But know this... I will not use this mark as an excuse to leave! If my back turns to charcoal, if my child fears me, I will remain here until I prove that truth is deeper than your magic!"
Persistence and Breaking Within the Family Silence
Diyari threw himself against the ground. The black mark was beginning to eat his skin. Rina, with a cold gaze full of hatred, took the child to another room, leaving Diyari alone in blood and pain. The family betrayal you spoke of had become a sword here, hacking Diyari's body to pieces.
Diyari: (Under his breath, face pressed against the courtyard dust) "I am ruined... my mind is in pain... yes, I have gone mad... but I am Diyari. Let one mistake of mine be the price of a thousand lifetimes, but I will not surrender to the spell my mother's mother drew for me. Rina... one day you will understand that this mark on my back is the sign of a love the whole world tried to read and failed..."
Diyari lost consciousness in the midst of that chaos of pain, but the black mark remained glowing like a merciless eye on his back, its magical light spreading through the house.
Wirtten by : Dlin_myth