Devilish: Xinmao
Following a regretful bunch through a violent universe, Devilish: Xinmao is the first step into a new series. Already living in a traumatic world, four lost souls will witness a horror whispering madness through their memories.
You may read the first chapter from just about any store linked below. I have to note here as well that Xinmao is a machine-translated book, with a lot of supervision, but less quality assurance.
She “remembered” it was cold as she held the light on the keys for a while. The strange feeling in her stomach was a mixed one. Either she was going to stop everything and recollect, or she was to put pressure on herself to hurry up. She couldn’t tell herself that she hadn’t expected to hear a noise inside this graveyard of a parking lot after the first key she tried. The fact that she didn’t get any growling reaction from a dark corner proved that Daniel was right. In contrast, her eyes were searching for a vehicle that was larger and more durable than the car that just had responded. Such a model could be her last resort.
The echo from her next attempt rose from her left side. As she walked towards the voice, she realised that the odour, which she had forgotten for a moment, was starting to get heavier. An off-road vehicle was parked there, near the office, by the car exit. But the buzzing noise in her ears was more disturbing than the smell she almost got used to.
Blood flowing from a corner up to the tip of her shoe. A pile of flesh and dung rose from her side, where she pointed the light to. There was no face recognizable from the pile, with nothing left to distinguish from their skin. She was afraid to recognize. Didn’t want to look at those half-eaten, dead faces. However, her eyes weren’t wide-open this time. This time, she would stay away from that sight and do what she had to do and leave this place. With a sadness that she couldn’t accept, the young woman turned her gaze to the side of the vehicle, to the ground, and pressed the button on the key once more.
With each blow, her pupils shrunk and knuckles bled a little more. She didn’t care who or what all the blood on her hands, face, clothes belonged to. The more she looked at the collapsed skull, the angrier she got, the tears flowing from her cheeks. She kept hitting it pointlessly with both of her hands. Until that moment when the sadness suppressed the fury that had enveloped her body. No matter how much savagery she contributed just now, she could never go back to this morning. She couldn’t save someone she loved so dearly. This regret, which she couldn’t help, would grow into a tumour in her heart until the young woman took her last breath.
