Evil Beast

What he loves to hear most is the screams of people when they collapse. And I am his next collection Everyone in the world has heard that Lamp Bodhisattva is compassionate and saves people. Only I know that his compassion is fake. What he loves to hear most is the screams of people when they collapse. When I was twelve years old, I was adopted by him. He said my eyes were as clean as a piece of white paper. He didn't know that the white paper was originally black. I waited for him for three years before he picked me up with his own hands. He wanted to get me dirty. I want to be seen by him. We all had our own secrets, and we acted as a loving father and a filial son under the same roof for seven years. Until late that night, I stood at the door of his studio. He opened the door and came out, with the same curve in his mouth as when he was listening to the collection - the kind of smile that sent chills down the spine. My hands are shaking. Not afraid. It's excitement. He finally let me see the real him. Later he asked me: "Do you know who I am?" I said I knew. He smiled: "Then do you know what happened to the people who heard about my collection?" "I know. But I bet you won't do anything to me." "Why?" "Because I was the only one who didn't run away after hearing it, but came closer." He wanted to hear my screams. I want him to care. We torture each other, and no one can have an easy time. Until one day, he really left. I realized that after he left, I felt dirty even when I was alive.