Hukatus: The Name Who Lives Among Us
“A little bit older, a black leather jacket, a bad reputation, insatiable habits…” Camila Cabello, My O My.
Deep black eyes filled with darkness and misery. His smile, no, not smile, it’s a smirk. The devilish smirk of the doom. O, Lord! The smirk represents his next course of action. He is someone you can’t escape but also someone who can’t be ceased to exist. Damnation to exist and greatest pleasure to play with ours. We blame him, curse him, call his name in different languages thinking the world might be a playground to him. We ain’t wrong but that’s the reason for his existence, isn’t it? Hukatus isn’t someone who chooses his character but someone who is true to it, without a bias.
Hukatus is the name who lives among us, looks like us but different to each of us. To you he might be in his mid 30’s with black hair and yellow eyes, I see a guy in his early 20’s, black hair, dark black eyes filled with darkness and misery, with a devilish smirk sitting right across me. I wonder if my life’s about to get doomed or vanish? Do you know how I feel? I am laughing, laughing in front of him. He doesn’t find it weird, rather amusing. Now, we both are laughing as I jump off the cliff.
Hukatus lies within us, like a parasite that feeds on our fear and will of the end. Eating us from inside until we are left hollow and lonely. The will of ending it is always in our hands, Haukatus just helps us end it well. Haukatus just looks at us as if it’s like a confession of his character. Something which didn’t need the help of words, just the look. That devilish doomed look.
