Exception

Breathless, running away from danger, he did not feel that it had been an exception.... his meeting the 'Bucon'... the hatred demon.. he should have met him much earlier given his hate for anything that was of any value to any person. He never could understand this unfounded hatred he felt because of which he wanted to possess and destroy another's valued things.
Once he came to realize the importance of anything for someone he had a one-mind thought of annihilating it from the face of the Earth.. he wanted everyone to be as unhappy as he imagined himself to be...
Born to God-fearing parents for whom it was a shock to see the much deformed baby boy when they had been expecting an incarnation of God as the baby... he had always felt neglected and rejected by his family... he was asked to stay in his room at all family gatherings... he could always hear the laughter... the sharing of which he was never a part... always an onlooker... in the beginning he resented not being a part.. with time resentment grew into a consuming hate for everything... he was unable to stand the thought of happiness in anyone....
Overcome by the hate.. with voices guiding him from the shadows.. he released his parents from the misery of taking pity on him and trying to hide him from the cruelty of the world.. not that he understood or cared.. for him they were his biggest enemies...
He gave his soul to Bucon.. consumed by the rage and hatred which dimmed only when he saw the fear in the eyes of his victims.. he felt protected by the demon... he felt he was invincible.. all the while feeding the demon .... making him stronger... till today when the 'Bucon' came to claim what was rightfully his..
His life...
All these years he had been feeding off the fear of the others... praying to a demon he believed to be God... now his God had come to claim what was His... He wanted his soul for always.. wanted to possess it... to serve Him...
and he found himself running away.. followed by a sinister laugh... every alley he tried to hide in.. he could see the eyes peering at him.. watching him intently.. trying to possess him...
He got tired... all he wanted to do was have two moments of sleep.. but he was afraid of sleeping.. he had no respite.. not even in his sleep.. 'Bucon' followed him in his sleep... He was everywhere...
Human body is very frail.. it can only put up with so much... especially a body which has not been taking good care.. intoxicated on the false sense of power.. sleep soon caught up with him... he knew now there was no escaping...
Bucon glided into his dreams.. took what was His.. leaving the lifeless form behind...