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February 6, 1545. A baby was born, a pure soul. People gathered to celebrate to finally have a heir for the next generation, to continue on spreading the words of God, to influence more poor souls to become good, a new face for another better.

The boy named was named Neville, the young boy grew up quickly, and now it's August 4, 1563. Neville is famous around town, he had influenced many people that once doesn't believe in God is now kneeling and praying. The boy is well-mannered, and discipline, polite, kind, and Naive. Everyone respected him, he is the youngest to ever help out with priests for occasions and events happening, he handle people pretty well, he gets along with them.

But behind closed doors of church, those people who Neville manage to convince doesn't receive a warm welcome from the priest, the whip, and abuse them, threaten them to burry it with them on what's behind those doors, using the name of God, those poor people followed as they say. Neville knew about this all, he onced tried stopping them but he also got himself hurt, he bared with it thought that after the beating, they'll stop doing it, but they didn't. They have pulled the same strategy to him, he got manipulated using the name of the God. Every night, he can't sleep, with the guilt eating him, he just can't think straight, can't feel at ease, he is living in fear.

He couldn't sleep for 3 days, and on fourth day he finally fell asleep, not even bothering to remove his sotana and change to his pajama. He had such a good sleep that night. But it was interrupted by the sound of screaming, the heat getting higher and higher, he woke up and saw the whole church is on fire.

Neville never felt tired as his adrenaline kicks in, when he manage to open his room door, he saw blood all over the wall, the priests that abused many people laid in front of him, lifeless and his life has been brutally taken. He run downstairs and saw even more lifeless body through the way, he arrived downstairs, his father running to him, the most brutal and merciless priest of all, screaming in desperate for help, Neville reach for his father but there fingers didn't even touch when a blade sliced it to the throat, the blood of his own father splashed within him

He fell to the floor, shock, he looked up to see who is behind it all, but it was all too foggy, but he could see a wings, and a halo. The man walked to him, Neville covered himself preparing for the attack but instead, the man reached his hand to help him get up. With adrenaline and anger had taken him over, he didn't accept the offer, he slapped it away and scream at him

"No way I am holding a hand that is full of blood, a hand of the son of Satan!"

Neville stood up, ready to take the attack but instead he was dragged forcefully out of the church as it slowly collapsed. He resisted but the man hit him hard that he fell to deep sleep

He woke up in a small yet cozy cabin, he sat up immediately. He saw the man, clearly now, he doesn't have wings, not halo, he's just a ordinary man. Neville cried and snapped.

"YOU crazy merciless bastard! Why.. What did you do to my family!? The church!? Why are you choosing the people of god to satisfy your own bloodlust?! Who are you?! Who sent you here!?"