Chapter 747 Shadows of Despair
In the heart of the City of Sin, the neon lights flickered above the bustling streets, casting an otherworldly glow on the sidewalks below. Amidst the lively chaos, Elena and Evie followed young Liam out of the bar after witnessing a tense altercation between him and his father.
The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and a mix of various street foods, creating a sensory overload that contrasted sharply with the emotional heaviness hanging in the air. As they caught up with Liam, his small frame seemed even more vulnerable against the backdrop of the city's vibrant yet unforgiving atmosphere.
Elena gently placed a hand on Liam's shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. "Hey, it's okay. We're here for you."
Evie knelt down to his eye level, her expression softening. "Your dad didn't mean those things. Sometimes, people say things they don't really mean when they've had too much to drink. It's not your fault."
Liam wiped away a stray tear, still visibly shaken by the harsh words exchanged back at the bar. "But he said that I was better off being dead just like my mother. I don't think that he didn't meant it. I know that deep inside, he thought of it; else, he wouldn't have said it."
Elena and Evie exchanged a glance, their hearts aching for the young boy. Elena crouched down beside Evie, and spoke gently. "Liam, your dad loves you. Sometimes, adults go through tough times, and they don't know how to handle their feelings. It doesn't change the love they have for their kids, though." n0velbIn
Evie nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We'll help you talk to him when things have calmed down. He just needs some time, alright?"
Liam sniffled, his eyes searching theirs for reassurance. "You really think so?"
The villagers themselves appeared worn, their faces etched with lines of hardship and despair. Many had vacant eyes, staring into the distance as though gazing upon a world that had long forgotten them. The weight of their existence seemed to press upon them, leaving them visibly drained and hollow.
As they passed by, some villagers mumbled to themselves, their words carried away by the wind. It was a disconcerting chorus of broken dreams and shattered hopes, a symphony of despair that echoed through the desolate village. The mutterings hinted at a shared pain, a collective struggle that bound them together in a cycle of suffering.
Most unsettling was the resemblance between the villagers and Liam's father. Selfish desires seemed to be etched into their weary expressions, a reflection of a life where survival took precedence over compassion. The struggle for their inner demons had left them drained mental and physical. Their focus had narrowed to the pursuit of personal gain, mirroring the mentality that had driven Liam's father to say hurtful words.
Evie and Elena exchanged glances. "What happened here?" Elena asked. Liam started to explain, "It wasn't like this before. This used to be a thriving village that supplied food to Sin City. But ever since Desira took over, one by one, all of the citizens could think about was satisfying their lusts and desires.
"Suddenly, no one wanted to care about their family and only thought about their desires and lusts, even at the cost of their family and souls."
Liam's face contorted in sadness. "Many families were ruined, and many had gone crazy. My father being one of them."
Liam led Evie and Elena through the narrow, weathered pathways of the village, arriving at his humble abode. The structure, once filled with warmth and familial love, now stood as a testament to the pervasive despair that had taken root in the outskirts of town.
The door creaked open, revealing a small, dimly lit space that barely qualified as a home. As they stepped inside, the air felt heavy with a sense of hopelessness that seemed to cling to the very walls. The sparse furniture spoke of a life marked by hardship, and the silence within echoed louder than any words.
In the corner of the room, Liam's mother sat, a mere shadow of the person she once was. Her skin clung to her bones, a stark testament to the toll of illness and neglect. Her vacant eyes, hollow and devoid of life, stared into the distance, as though fixated on a world beyond reach.
