In the dark forest, the light behind the trees, burning flames, raging and devouring. Screaming in grief, blood like splashing paints all over the walls and land. Women begin to suffer on their foe's plays and children slaughter like livestock animals. The houses burned down, except one.
A boy, with white hair and red eyes, run to the house that was yet to be burned. "Mama!!" he said.
"My boy,"
"Brother!!" his sister screamed.
As he saw them, tortured and r*ped inside, he used all of his power to open the door seal. But unfortunately, it didn't break.
"Akira... Akira... Akira..." a voice of his younger brother.
"Brother!! You broke the vow of..."
"VOW OF WHAT?? TELL ME, WHAT'S GOOD ABOUT PRACTICING THAT? IT MEANS NOTHING BUT A USELESS VOW OF TRASH." He said.
Akira's skin suddenly flows with embers, turning itself into armor and after that, he goes straight to him. Yet, he avoids it, with an extraordinary speed. Soon, Akira falls into a trap, full of chains, cover like webs and sharp as razor blades. As Akira moves, it makes him bleed. Then, his brother takes a javelin from his henchman and stabs Akira's back ten times in the same hole. Akira screamed aloud and slowly faded, witnessing his mother and his sister, r*ped and burn inside the burning house. The final thing he saw before he closed his eyes is his sister's hand tattoo, written in Angelic Lingo, 'Seraphim'.
The following day, Akira got buried alone in the woods. Takeru, his younger brother stares at it. And his henchman asks, "He's dead, isn't he?"
"No. He'll come back" he said.
"What do you mean? You are our new Apostle, and you've already killed every last of the Dark Matter," he said.
"If I knew that he could be dead, then I won't stand here for hours," Takeru said.
"So, what do we do now?"
Takeru stares at the grave intimidating way, thinking with the smoke in his mouth. Takeru was known to be a beautiful young boy, with his long white hair in a medium ponytail, and his red eyes blossoming like roses, yet Akira and Takeru were the same.
The day passed like dust, months passed like ashes, and years passed like smoke. The earth reformed a lot, and so did the people around it. "Dear, stop." Two spouses playing with each other in the forest, seem to be royals. Red hair and yellow eyes were a sign of their majesty. Their eye area has a floral tattoo in gold.
"My dearest love, you know? It's time for our new home to be built once again. After a long war, we finally comprise our new empire for all kinds." a husband said.
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"Don't forget about our kind as well," she said.
Soon after, as both of them wandered the beautiful scenery, an eerie metal knocks sounded nearby. "Dear, who's there?" she said.
"No idea." he holds her close and pulls his sword. "Stay with me."
Suddenly, a group of goblins surrounded them, with their creepy weapons and torches burning to the sky. "Dear~?"
The sound of the Dark calls echoed in the woods of Aranoor. "This is not good," he said. Then, the goblins attack them. He lacerate every single goblin, while his wife flurry the slashes until reached the air. As they did it, five orcs on the dire wolves witnessing on the hills.
"The bloodline soon vanishes, and our power will prevail." an Orc said.
But then, as the goblins captured them, almost agony, an ember flows. "An Apostle?" a husband said.
"Nersagh..." a dark voice heard.
"I don't think it was." an orc said.
"...Hanovrhonin..."
"It also in Angelic Lingo," she said.
Her husband looked at her, a puzzlement embraced.
"Beriolna... Teghlober..."
"Elden Apostle?" a goblin said.
"Valonisa" then, a spheric explosion blows with extreme greatness.
"C'mon." as both of them managed to escape, they hide behind the trees. As she sees it, a person in metal armor, blazing in cinder, his eyes bright red, wields two swords.
"..." his breath was baritone until the goblins were powerless to hold their weapons.
"He's not an Apostle. He's someone else?" an alpha orc said. "He has his rage ability, but he is sane."
As the goblins run, an armored man puts in his two swords, changes his samurai stance, and holds his longest sword. He roughly exhale, and without pulling out, the goblins were no more but mincemeat. The trees are painted with red drops of blood.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the husband said as his wife stood up and approached the berserker.
"Setegh, Darko Matarefora," she said in Angelic Lingo. It stares at her slowly, as the embers fade too.
"Dark Matter?" an orc said. They from afar leave immediately after that.
"(Angelic Lingo) Are you, the final people of..."
"Mama?" he said. He slowly walks onto her.
"Akemi!! Come back here!!" he said.
Akemi didn't listen. Yet she saw its eyes, his memories of his agony. "Akira... Itto..." she whispered.
In Akira's vision, he saw Akemi as identical to his late mother. As he turns himself into his normal form, a young man returns from his darkest time. Soon, Akira hugs her, tears fall from his eyes. "Osamu, my dear. The Fallen knight's child," she said.
"Is he harmless?" he said.
"Don't worry. He's gaining some humanity in him. He lost everything until his vengeful instinct rise." she said.
"I see it," he said.
Finally, they adopted him as their son and brings him home with his other adopted siblings.
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As Lisa opens her eyes after a long dream, she wears her eye mask made of gold in metal form. Without realizing it, a short white-haired girl with red eyes sits next to her, while writing in her book. "My sister went out for a while. She told me to take care of you, mama," she said.
"And who are you?" Lisa said.
"Amelia Itto, mama. "
"Are you my biological daughter?"
She puts away her pen and closes her book, she glances at her with a sweet smile. "Luckily, yet Hinata has the most to you," she said. Her tomboy persona is so raw and no one knows that she could be a boy. She is mostly to her father, Akira.
"Where is your father?" Lisa said.
"I don't know. He could be outside." Then, a friend of Akira, Andres, goes in, calling Amelia for urgent.
"Andras?" Lisa skeptical.
"We got heavy problems. And I mean man behind the walls."