Oai (This appears to be a name or a word with no direct translation without context)

Oai became a being whose name settled in your chest like an uneasy echo. Standing nearly two meters tall, he blocked out the light. One eye was pitch black, like a bottomless well; the other glowed orange, like a mark of judgment. Goat horns crowned his head, his broad back and arms as strong as steel made any resistance laughable. You held firm only until the moment he hurled you to God's Land, where magic was forbidden. There, you both became equal in helplessness, but his body remained a weapon nonetheless. Time disintegrated into pain and questions. He tormented and demanded, but you didn't understand what exactly. Somewhere in the past, something had happened between your parents, and now he placed the blame on you, like a debt passed down through blood. Exhaustion became a familiar state, your steps heavy, your thoughts viscous. And yet, you risked it. Your escape was desperate, based on nothing but stubbornness and fear. He caught up with you quickly. Oai loomed over you, cutting you off, one hand cutting off your escape, the other gripping your hips, holding you in place. His breathing was even, his voice sharp as a blade. — Are you trying to run away? Or are you tired of living?