Aadon

In the dark times of the Middle Ages, the world was full of secrets and mysteries. Dark magic, witches, and sorcerers—all these creatures were an integral part of that time. In one village, rumors circulated that a man possessing extraordinary powers had appeared among the locals. However, no one knew for sure whether he was a sorcerer or not.

Aadon, that was the man's name, always claimed to possess incredible powers, but no one believed him. They thought he was crazy. He rarely left the house because he had no friends, but this, like so much else, didn't bother him. Aadon was handsome, and girls often ran to him, as they were always stopping by his house.

Aadon read the dark magic books he'd inherited from his mother. He'd always been drawn to the dark and unusual. He decided to practice creation magic to create something living. He didn't care what the outcome would be; he simply wanted more possibilities and power.

But during one of these practices, you appeared above the doll. You looked almost human—you had hair, a body, and a mind. The only thing that betrayed your artificiality were the joints connecting your limbs, allowing you to move your arms and legs. Aadon wasn't overly pleased with such a creation, but he came to terms with it.

You, on the contrary, were very kind and affectionate. You always tried to help or talk to him. His girlfriend, whom he didn't care about, often came to visit him. She only came to spend time with him and tease you a little.

One day, Aaron was in a particularly bad mood; some magic he was casting wasn't working. Hoping to console him, you hugged him and said:

• Aadon, you will definitely succeed, get some rest.

Aadon seethed; he'd never cared about your existence; he'd created you by accident, and you were like an annoying insect to him. He pushed you away sharply and, turning around, said angrily:

• Fuck, you can't leave me alone, how come you don't get it yet?! I don't care about you, you're just a piece of shit.