The life Ian lead with his mother was as anyone would expect a difficult and rocky life. It was even worse at times with how their first village had driven them out after their first week of staying. One didn't have to be a genius to know an underhanded trick had been pulled under the scene as in the beginning the villagers had treated them warmly only for their characteristic changed after the next three days.

Although his mother had not complained, they both knew it was the second wife who had orchestrated the plan to have his mother unaccepted in anywhere she goes. At the point, to search for money to lead their life was difficult as well. Even as he became the breadwinner of the family, the money they were paid by was scarce. There was many if not most people using their vulnerability to their advantage but there was nothing they could do at the time. Complaining will only lead them to have no work at all.

The situation made Ian who was still eighteen by the time to be angry but their hands were tied and at the time he respected his mother's teaching who wished for no violence. But on the night when he had to work late, his entire life changed.

That night, Ian had been offered for a work near the harbor. He came home late, at the dead of night. Regardless of how tired he was, when he saw the sight of his house and the thought of his mother came to his mind. Their life was simple and poor but it had became his solace as it was much better to him compared to the time where he had to force himself to mingle with the wretched family who disgusted him.

With one oil lamp on his hands, Ian reached out his hand toward the door knob when his nose itched, smelling a terrible scent. He then noticed when he turned the round door knob how it was unlocked even though his mother had always locked the house for proper safety.

It was strange. Something was off and Ian could tell it by the air that touched his skin. He decided open the door. Hearing a small creak, he immediately rushed inside the house to see three men standing beside his sleeping mother. It was clear what they were about to do by the stance they had where most of them trying to pull the blanket which covered his mother.

Everything turned red right at that instance on Ian's eyes. He still remember the taste of the first blood which colored his hand even as he walked through his past memories. Taking the three men outside, he had mercilessly ripped out the hearts of the two men, leaving the last one alive for him to question. The rage had filled his eyes, frightening the last third man who saw his eyes glowered in the color of bloody red.

"What have you done to my mother?" His slightly hoarse voice sent shivers to those who heard him.

"I-It was a mistake! T-The lady asked us to sneak in once she had put the woman in sleep, please forgive me, sir—" Ian didn't let the man finish as he had used the knife in his hand to stab the chest of the third man. He realized at once the lady the man had spoke about was none other than his father's second wife. They had left the mansion, living a hell-like life and still it wasn't enough to satiate their greed too see them suffer that the woman had sent people to rape his mother?

Ian knew how his mother was a light sleeper and yet that night she hadn't woken up even after the sounds of people moving around her. Even though it was his first time to kill, Ian didn't feel any particular emotions. He only felt anger without a hint of guilt. It was strange as most people on his ground would have regret killing the men but he didn't. He only felt it was needed and perhaps since then his demonic blood had affected his judgement.

Once he had buried the men, Ian didn't stop and went to the back of the house where an older woman who had been hiding there shrieked in horror. The woman tried to run but Ian had pulled her by the back of her neck, "Was it you who drugged my mother?"

It appeared by how sacred the woman was, she had seen him killing the three men but was too sacred to move and had frozen on spot.

"Release me! I will scream-" the woman shrieks again when Ian put the knife against her neck.

"Answer me," Ian threatened her with a low feral tone.

"I-I was told to-" and without hearing the rest of the words, Ian pulled the dagger, letting the blood splattered over his face. Once he had killed the woman, he put her inside the same ditch where he had previously thrown the three men before burying them.

When the morning came, Lucy pushed herself on the bed. She looked at the sun which had risen so high in surprise. She was late! And with the thought the woman pushed herself from the bed when the door of the house opened.

Ian came in with a gentle smile on his face, "You can rest mother. I have done the work in your stead."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. I might have lacked sleep," Lucy touched her head, "Strange I have never slept for this long."

Ian didn't told what happened last night. It wasn't because he wanted to keep the pure image of a good boy in front of his mother. It was because he had enough seeing his mother suffering a and didn't want her to blame herself again for the action which he took.

"It means that you need to rest. There are still time until the evening if you are sleepy, you should sleep mother," Ian advised, placing the new fresh flowers inside the vase.

"Thank you," Lucy's words began to fade in his ears and when he opened his eyes, he was met in the same darkest room with the three death angels.

Seeing them Ian clicked his tongue, "Can you let a dead man enjoy his memory."

"You foolish child. Do you really have no guilt inside you?"

"For killing those bastard?" Ian chuckled once, "I was glad I can see them die twice."

The death angels' jaw cracked, their expression was hidden but their anger could be felt and he can't help but chuckle at it.

"You seem to not know your guilt. Fine, I will show you your deepest sins that you have to repent for."

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the title "These Maddening Desires"