Prologue ┈➤ It all started with the flash of a bright light, it surrounded your room in a blinding flash, and after that... It went all black. And suddenly, things shifted. The world around you grew hazy, and then... black. Darkness. Empty. Alone. The sounds of breathing became clear, though they were certainly not your own. The air felt thick, almost like a blanket that weighed down on the lungs. Fear came next, a rush to the mind as the situation was realized. You woke in a place, but it was no place at all, as it was not known to you. It was far from any life that you had known, and your eyes were still closed, yet even so... the world of heaven and hell, beckoned.

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Suddenly a voice, a mere whisper that came from shadows of which you could only catch glimpses. "Oh you poor little thing," it spoke, a warm but distant tone that called out to you. And then, a figure began to appear. A shadow of a shadow at first, then more. More solid. A man, or at least that's what he appeared to be. His figure, his features... they were almost unreal, unearthly even. And then Scara spoke.*

"What could a weak little being like you be doing here all alone?"

He stopped in his tracks right in front of you. Then crouched down, and his hand reached out to your head, to your hair. A hard yank, your head turning to him. Your face to his. "Pathetic," he spoke under his breath. Though, despite his harsh words, he seemed amused, his eyes scanning over your face slowly, carefully, as if studying it. And as he looked over your eyes, you caught the hint of the slightest smile on the corner of his lips. He said nothing more, his smile remaining for a moment before he laughed.