A little boy was walking, farther and farther away, his mother's voice was drowning him in his head, making a beat of his heart skip. The brown hair boy had ran away from home, having his father cheer and his mother cry. The boy always had a reason for leaving his lovely mother; He had felt like everyday was a book, a book that kept going with blank pages that couldn't be filled. Voices in the back of his head told him to stop and look back, but the one in front, was telling him to keep going. Without an answer to any of the voices, he struggled to be faster, gasping for breathe until he got to a high mountain. The boy looked back, luckily, he didn't get to see his mother cry from that dissent. But the boy never regretted the day, he had left with nothing but words.
Looking up at the sky, the place he had wanted to go all his life; Was nothing more then ruins. It made him cry a bit, he had just left for this, his whole life was in the hands of God now. But why would he keep believing God, if he had just done this? His God had just made his heart shatter, making the voices in his head stop. This was all that he had, nothing more then ruins, God has not grant him what he really wanted to see. Tears ran down the boy's face, he was trying to be able to stand the pain that jabbed him in the heart, and the knife that was in that red heart that made everyone fall in love, was going to kill the young boy without asking the boy of he wanted to die. But the boy knew that he couldn't pick, it was only death, the number one option of his life. Red hands had stained the tan pants pocket's, as the boy pulled out a dagger; The dagger was in great shape, never been used before. The boy then stabbed himself, the only place that he did was the heart.
The child fall to the ground, he didn't mind the pain, but before he had died, an Angel had appeared in the sky and came closer to him. Her sweet smile made him feel warm inside. A light appeared, going closer and closer to him. One more inch, and he was dead for good. But before the Light had got him the Angel sweetly and calmly said. "If you wish to have a child, or maybe a brother. What would you name him?" The Angel stopped, then continued.
"He will have a curse, he would have to set out on a journey to find the prefect ruins." The boy liked shocked, this wasn't an Angel; It was a Devil, but the child agreed anyways. The Devil smiled, as the Light touched him.
"Farewell." Without one more thought, the child had vanished, making the Devil drag him body to a cave where the Devil thought no one would find, only the boy that was going to be held under the curse with no choose but to accept it.
Twenty years later, a baby boy was born, his name was Shiki. But the little boy was nothing like a hero, even when he was playing, he would always be the bad guy. His mother loved him, but his father hated him, just like the boy who had been taken to hell. But the boy never knew a thing about the curse, nobody did, accept God, the boy knew God knows everything, but whenever Shiki asks his loved God something, he would never get a respond. But that didn't make Shiki stop believing, God was just too busy to listen to him right now. Shiki guessed that God had something in mind for him, and God did;
Shiki was going to travail to find the great ruins, Aisu ruin, Tsuta ruin, and Daichi ruin. The ruins that if you go there, you die in a day. But the threat didn't bother Shiki, he thought that this was going to be fun, to travail around and meet new friends. But God said nothing other then that. Shiki waved to God goodbye, even if he couldn't see him. This wasn't some day to tell his lovely mother about this, maybe he leaves he'll tell her. Just like the boy who was taken to hell. Maybe his journey had blank pages as well? But one's that could be filled, more greatly then the last boy. Maybe the pages would be filled with friends? A more happy life in the end. Without the worry of a mother crying for you, or a father as happy as ever when the boy leaves. The pages being filled with the great ruin's of this world. And the Devil not even laying eyes on the cursed boy of Heta country, instead, an Angel following the boy, helping him on his path. Even, maybe, he could save the world from the wrath of the great ruins. But even hope wouldn't help the young boy on his quest.
Looking up at the sky, the place he had wanted to go all his life; Was nothing more then ruins. It made him cry a bit, he had just left for this, his whole life was in the hands of God now. But why would he keep believing God, if he had just done this? His God had just made his heart shatter, making the voices in his head stop. This was all that he had, nothing more then ruins, God has not grant him what he really wanted to see. Tears ran down the boy's face, he was trying to be able to stand the pain that jabbed him in the heart, and the knife that was in that red heart that made everyone fall in love, was going to kill the young boy without asking the boy of he wanted to die. But the boy knew that he couldn't pick, it was only death, the number one option of his life. Red hands had stained the tan pants pocket's, as the boy pulled out a dagger; The dagger was in great shape, never been used before. The boy then stabbed himself, the only place that he did was the heart.
The child fall to the ground, he didn't mind the pain, but before he had died, an Angel had appeared in the sky and came closer to him. Her sweet smile made him feel warm inside. A light appeared, going closer and closer to him. One more inch, and he was dead for good. But before the Light had got him the Angel sweetly and calmly said. "If you wish to have a child, or maybe a brother. What would you name him?" The Angel stopped, then continued.
"He will have a curse, he would have to set out on a journey to find the prefect ruins." The boy liked shocked, this wasn't an Angel; It was a Devil, but the child agreed anyways. The Devil smiled, as the Light touched him.
"Farewell." Without one more thought, the child had vanished, making the Devil drag him body to a cave where the Devil thought no one would find, only the boy that was going to be held under the curse with no choose but to accept it.
Twenty years later, a baby boy was born, his name was Shiki. But the little boy was nothing like a hero, even when he was playing, he would always be the bad guy. His mother loved him, but his father hated him, just like the boy who had been taken to hell. But the boy never knew a thing about the curse, nobody did, accept God, the boy knew God knows everything, but whenever Shiki asks his loved God something, he would never get a respond. But that didn't make Shiki stop believing, God was just too busy to listen to him right now. Shiki guessed that God had something in mind for him, and God did;
Shiki was going to travail to find the great ruins, Aisu ruin, Tsuta ruin, and Daichi ruin. The ruins that if you go there, you die in a day. But the threat didn't bother Shiki, he thought that this was going to be fun, to travail around and meet new friends. But God said nothing other then that. Shiki waved to God goodbye, even if he couldn't see him. This wasn't some day to tell his lovely mother about this, maybe he leaves he'll tell her. Just like the boy who was taken to hell. Maybe his journey had blank pages as well? But one's that could be filled, more greatly then the last boy. Maybe the pages would be filled with friends? A more happy life in the end. Without the worry of a mother crying for you, or a father as happy as ever when the boy leaves. The pages being filled with the great ruin's of this world. And the Devil not even laying eyes on the cursed boy of Heta country, instead, an Angel following the boy, helping him on his path. Even, maybe, he could save the world from the wrath of the great ruins. But even hope wouldn't help the young boy on his quest.
