JAUZO GABRIEL

He Him, Of Age, NRS Slow to no DMS, SF #16


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Jauzo “Uzoi” Gabriel is a 19-year-old college freshman who lives in his hometown of Batangas. The woman who bore him named him “Jauzo,” which translates to “magician,” and “Gabriel,” which originates from among of the heavenly beings forged by the supreme ruler, because she deemed that this child came into existence with the purpose of bringing the resurgence of change that the world asks for. He was fondly remembered at a young age—by his mother. He adopted his mother's demeanor and visage, as well as her stringent yet amusing disposition. He had a dream of becoming a lawyer as a kid when he was only four years old. As he blossoms and is raised differently than the others, he become ambitious—an ambitious fool, whose greed to serve the country has been amplified. All was well, he thought, until his mother was murdered in cold blood shortly after his birthday—he had just turned 8—was discovered the next day. This crushed him because everything—his world, his very being—died with his mother that day. With regard to lack of tangible proof and the culprit's failure to be apprehended, she was classified as a "cold case" and tossed into the four corners of a box filled with unsolved crimes. "Another collection" for them to ignore; he was engulfed with indignation; he was grieved for; he lost his way.

He tried to get out of this dream, this godforsaken dream that he was in, as if it were an endless tunnel—no amount of effort would free him. A tap on the shoulder restored him back to his reality—a boy with destitution in his eyes as his sobs aged, and lifeless pupils that were different, so distinct than the abuzz ones he once had. In his eyes, there is no empathy or emotion. Jauzo took the hand without thinking about what it would mean. Taking the hand of a killer, his "father," the infamous hitman, now retired and running his own cartels, took him—not as his own, but as an instrument of death. Without remorse, he killed everyone in his path. Torturing anyone who comes into contact with him or looks at him with "those" eyes. Eyes that pitied him angers him the most. He relished each glob of blood that he sowed; his drenched luxurious coat and face degraded with blood—it was a scene where he—found his purpose. He will cause death, harm, and slaughter anyone until he has killed enough, making him feared among his associates and rivals; he was untouchable.

“The devil resides within him,” they say, as head falls to the ground and blood painted his way. Will he continue to kill or will he pursue his way and redeem his long-forgotten dream? Who knows. The wind blows in different ways, and so he does.

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Pub: 18 Nov 2023 15:46 UTC

Edit: 30 Dec 2023 03:47 UTC

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